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When; April 11th, afternoon
Rating; PG-13 surely
Characters; Cirucci {thunderwitch}, Grimmjow {6thsword}, & Nemu {sciencedaughter}
Summary; The Arrancar, miffed that their plans to tag team Ichigo and Ishida are interrupted by their departures, pick a vice captain to have fun with. Cirucci also discovers a rather inconvenient curse during the action that may spoil her fun.
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The Thunderwitch perched lightly on the edge of the rooftop of Grimmjow's building, smirking. It had been a good week. Had her tongue restored, killed Rangiku and her spawn, got to watch Zaera-Polo's autopsy, and now after spending the night entertaining Grimmjow Jaggerjack, it seemed her day with him would be equally entertaining. Albeit in a rather more bloody and violent manner.

"The report said she had an abnormally high pain tolerance." The Privaron whispered excitedly, standing and looking over to the building that housed the shinigami, including their target. Oh, but it was lovely to be able to kill them again without reproach. Shooting a glance at the male beside her, Cirucci smirked wider.

"Means longer time for play, hmm, Grimmjow?"

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"You're too heavy anyway," he retorted, though he did stop to wait for her to catch up.

Idly, he licked the blood from his hand for a taste, expecting something interesting considering Ulquiorra fancied this particular vice captain. But he spit it out as quickly as he'd lapped it up. He should've figured artificial blood would taste terrible. It only made him wonder exactly what Ulquiorra tolerated in the shinigami.

Casually wiping the blood on his jacket, Grimmjow turned back to the Privaron. "Are you coming or what? I need to take a fucking shower."

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Cirucci's face took on an offended countenance as she stomped a small booted foot.

"I am not heavy, Grimmjow Jaggerjack!" She protested, quite miffed at the very suggestion. Shoving the idea of... whatever it was deep in her mind, ignoring for now, she instead concentrated on the excitement of watching shinigami die, the feeling that swelled in her breast at the sight of blood and violence. Smirking she finally caught up with him and hopped up onto his back, bare legs wrapping around his midsection and arms snaking about his shoulders, careful not to place her still slightly acrid palm on his flesh.

"Cirucci needs one, too." She murmured, resting her chin on his shoulder.

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Grimmjow flailed, knocked off-balance, as Cirucci latched onto his back. He managed to regain his footing despite the added weight, but that didn't stop him from snarling into the Privaron's face as best as he could.

"The fuck, Cirucci?!" he barked, but he didn't try to pry her off him. "I told you! I'm not carrying you! And you can go take your own fucking shower after you find a medic."

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"Not even a little?~" Cirucci murmured, nails scraping lightly against the bone mask on her jaw. "Cirucci's not so heavy, come now." As she always did, she threw herself into other pursuits when something bothered her. Something, like, say, the idea she was actually cursed.

"Besides, Grimmjow." She kissed lightly at the nape of his neck, a slight acidic burn lingering on her lips. "Your shower plays horror music."

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He sighed, knowing he was fighting a losing battle with her. He was going to be stuck with her for longer than he intended, wasn't he? How typical. ... Well, it could be worse, he decided. He could be stuck with one of other arrancar—or worse, a shinigami.

"Fine. Whatever. I'll bring you to a goddamn healer. Just tell me who and where."

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... He had to bring that back up.

"Cirucci's fine." She assured, though she did feel a little... certainly not touched, but... something.

"Besides, unless you want to watch Cirucci have sex with an angel, no healer will help her anyway." That was said a bit wickedly, though it still incensed her they had no pet to heal them.

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And that's one thing he did not want to see. "Yeah, yeah, I get the picture. Hold on tight or I'll drop you."

He kicked off into the sky back towards his apartment.