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When; Friday, June 22
Rating; PG-13 for now, probably?
Characters; Cirucci Thunderwitch

thunderwitch and Yagami Light

onetruejustice (And Ryuk too, probably?)
Summary; Most interested in what an arrancar can do, Light asks Cirucci out for dinner to get to know her better. Translated: to test the waters. It never hurts to have another ally around, especially in this city.
Log;

Light had been ingesting a steady stream of caffeine lately, and had only recently switched to tea when he decided that there was only so many times that one can drink black coffee without getting utterly sick of it.

That, and the fact that tea was known to have significantly more caffeine than coffee. Ryuk was loitering around somewhere; Light hadn't bothered to look to see where the shinigami was. He was probably looking out for apples again, or making faces at the chef who was preparing the apple pies and crumbles.

Giving a smile to the waitress who had set down a pot of tea and a teacup for him, he poured the cool milk into the cup, then added the steaming tea into it. It was almost a ritual, and Sayu, he remembered, had always marveled at the strange habit he had of adding the milk before anything.

Dropping a cube of sugar into the tea, he glanced out the window briefly before picking up the silver teaspoon, idly stirring it. The conversation he had with Cirucci had been most interesting; it didn't take a genius to know that she was vastly different from most of the other ladies in this city. Just how different, and how capable, was what he wanted to know.

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Cirucci had been bored, a common enough occurence for her in the City. With her main form of entertainment, killing shinigami, severely limited, she was forced to take to her other interests, and while spending time with the Arrancar males was pleasurable enough, she sometimes liked to have time to herself to do... whatever it was she felt like doing.

And, well, when a human male was smart enough to know how to flatter, how could she refuse him the chance to prove himself, most likely, as just the same as the rest of his kind. So weakly mortal and fun to play with. By play, the Privaron meant maim and kill.

But the expression on her lips when she approached was a smile of sorts, more a smirk on painted lips, without a word saunturing by to drag her fingers lightly on the edge of the table before she stopped and stood, white uniform setting her apart from the others about, not to mention the bone mask on her face or the eclectic markings. Let alone the hole through her torso hidden by white fabric.

"Yagami Light?~" She questioned with a croon, one eyebrow arched to indicate she already knew the answer to that question.

Shutting his laptop as soon as he saw her, - Aizen Sousuke had given him the basic information about arrancar a couple of days back, and he knew enough to be cautious around this woman - Light rose smoothly to his feet and returned her smirk with one of his more charming smiles.

Taking a mere moment to register her appearance and dressing, he had to admit that she definitely stood out from the crowd, especially with the bone-mask and all. Beautiful, but it was easy to see why Ishida would warn him about her through the journals.

"If you're not Miss Cirucci Thunderwitch, I would be most disappointed." Honey-sweet words, every single one of them were sugary lies even as he pulled her chair out for her to take a seat - every inch the perfect gentleman that he had made himself out to be.

Now that she was here, things would get very interesting indeed.

She took the seat he offered, graceful movements from a woman by all appearences of build no threat, thin, lithe limbs, svelte figure, petite frame, and yet her every movement seemed something dangerous, a blade waiting to strike and held back by the slimmest of threads.

"You can drop the Miss." Cirucci crossed her legs, long fingers adjusting a vibrant purple garter as she did so, a light laugh almost forthcoming, but not quite.

"It makes her feel human." The comment established her take on mortals in one easy ideal. Beneath her. Useful, however, for doing her cooking and providing her with idle entertainment.

Flattery, though, however false, (and Cirucci could look back and think of only a few times in her life she had recieved genuine compliemts) was pleasing to her.

Light simply nodded; she was graceful and was by all means a beautiful woman, which would make his time here a lot easier. That, and the fact that she was not as grating as a few women he used to know.

"For one who spends time killing people, Cirucci, I'm surprised that you would wish to think of yourself as one." It was useless to pretend that she was human; arrancar were anything but, especially if what Aizen and Ishida had said about them was true.

There was no offense meant, and he doubted that she would take it that way. Otherworldly entities, as far as he knew, weren't very obsessed about being human. That was, if Ryuk and Rem were both used as indicators.

Taking his seat opposite her, he continued pleasantly, gesturing to the menu. "Would you like to order anything?"

"Ah-" Cirucci paused, violet eyes flit up in thought a moment. "The Miss makes her feel human." She clarified with a slightly condescending smile. "Cirucci has no desire whatsoever to pretend such, no."

She could recall curse days that had given her a heart for the hole in between her breasts, could recall ones that had made her love and feel like humans did, and she wanted no part in it. Not only did it make her physically weak, but it was sickening to her mind as well, tempered for battles and not much else.

"Ah, and Cirucci's little reputation precedes her." The Arrancar did laugh at the mention of being a murderess, evident in that gesture how lightly she thought of such acts. Most knew her reputation in this City, she supposed, after all she'd done.

Picking up the menu in long, gloved, hands, she flipped through it, murmuring something about the food being inferior to souls as she finally found a simple fruit dish that would match her palatte's tastes.

"Ah, of course. Forgive my misunderstanding." Light supposed that he should be offended that she thought of humans as beneath her, but he really couldn't bring himself to care. As far as he knew, most of them were inferior to him as well, and were only good for being used to further his own goals.

At her laugh, Light mused that Kira killed people like these, the ones who murdered without a care. With a handful of words etched into paper, he took their lives away and restored justice. But this time, it was a whole new ballgame altogether. He was not foolish enough to think that he was superior to the exquisite creature seated opposite him.

"I wonder how many you killed to garner that kind of reputation," He asked out loud, taking a sip of his beverage. How quaint, talking about murders over tea and refreshments.

Catching her murmurs and filing her words away for the moment, he gestured for a waitress, who came over almost immediately.

"Now that would depend." Her smile was purely wicked, without a hint of the emotions called compassion or empathy for the pain of others. "In the City... perhaps..." She tried to remember how many, but some of the times she had merely tortured or played with blurred together with the times she had killed, making it difficult to count.

"Well," She shrugged. "Cirucci kills shinigami on principle, humans and other mortal things when the mood strikes or they make her angry." At the sight of the waitress she merely pointed to the dish she'd selected, hated talking to them and thusly refused to unless she had to clarify something for their small brains.

"So hard to eat here." The Privaron commented with a sigh, a shake of her head sending dark, almost purple, waves of hair about her face.

At the mention of shinigami, Light's eyes absently flickered to where Ryuk would be for a split second before focusing on the waitress, dismissing her with a brief smile. Cirucci's way of communicating with the woman, however, was not lost on him, although that particular fact was rather irrelevant at this point in time.

"I see...shinigami meaning the humanoid ones, right?"

With an amused half-smile tugging at his lips at her comment, he quietly responded. "Souls are more to your liking, I assume?"

"MMm~" Cirucci nodded, assuming that he had learned such things from the othe citizens in the City.

"Souls are the proper food for Cirucci's kind." She eyed him as one would eye their dinner, an appraising look.

"Some are more appealing than others."

{ooc: *slinks to bed, will return in a few hours*}

Light had the distinct impression that he was being sized up like a meal, and frankly speaking, it wasn't the most pleasant feeling.

"I see. How do you do it here, in this City where the dead comes back to life?" It was a point of much interest, because if she could do it in here, it meant that the dead stayed dead, right? Or were reduced to a comatose state, at the very least.

Dropping another sugar cube into his tea, Light felt a smile tug at his lips. "I'm sure some are. However, you'll probably choke on the filth that's my soul."

[All righty~! :3 Have a good night!♥]

The meal assumption was correct. Cirucci was hungry. She hadn't consumed a soul in what had seemed like ages, but it had been months. Months of that hunger clawing at her belly, at the hole in her chest. The Privaron propped her chin in her hand, looking around and licked her lips.

"We can't do it properly." She admitted. "Everytime we try, we can begin, just to taste, but then they die and their souls won't come out, because they'll revive later."

Crowds made her hungrier.

"Ah?" She almost laughed again, let her gaze direct back to the human boy. "And what has Light done to dirty himself so?" Dirty souls could be delicious in their own right. Power made them the tastiest, and the flavors of evil and righteousness added a bit of excitement.

"Let Cirucci have a taste?~"

Contemplating that, Light remarked. "Does this mean that the arrancar of this city will eventually begin to starve?"

It was a disturbing thought, having ravenous monsters loose all over the place. Really, the rule of revival may come in useful, but Light was beginning to think that it was a pain. It rendered the Death Note useless - unless it was to get a message through to someone - and only left Light with one thing to fend himself with: his intellect.

With a pleasant smile, making note of the fact that his last statement only had her more intrigued - Light responded smoothly, meeting her eyes. "I'm afraid that's not possible. I know quite a few in this City that would taste a lot better than mine, though."

"We can make do on human food." She sighed dramatically, pouted and draped in her chair, idly letting her fingers snap her garters over and over in a rhythmic snapping.

"It's just troublesome, makes us ill if we eat certain things, and it doesn't satisfy." Cirucci shrugged a bit, gestured with the gloved hands as she spoke, a very expressive speaker.

"Secrets, hmm?~" The Privaron was a curious thing, and easily intrigued by such things, though her interest wasn't usually kept very long, a magpie distracted by the shine of a bauble.

A lesser man, Light decided, would definitely be distracted by the snapping of her garters - or, to be more specific, the flesh that those garters barely covered.

He supposed that he was lucky enough to be relatively immune to these sorts of things, considering the amount of time he'd lived with Misa, who spent most of it dressing in outfits that got skimpier and skimpier by the day.

Watching her hands curiously, Light asked. "What kinds of things besides fruits are you able to eat?"

Leaning back in his seat lazily, the brunet eyed her with no small amount of bemusement before he finally spoke, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "That's for me to know, Cirucci. I don't kiss and tell."

He paused for a moment to let the waitress set the bowl of fruit on the table, and waited for her to leave before he continued. "Even then, you can only barely taste them. It's a cruel fate."

"Cruel is what Arrancar do." Cirucci murmured with a smirk, plucked a peach slice from the bowl and contemplating it a moment before nibbling lightly.

"Cirucci can't vouch for her boys," She spoke offhandedly, tried to enjoy the sweet taste of the fruit without comparing it to the taste of souls, which always managed to sour her meals. "But she can only eat small portions, of light things. Meat is too heavy, the thicker grains, too. Nuts are alright, dairies, and, she admits a certain fondness for the small..." The Arrancar struggled for the word for the item, finally swallowing the fruit in her mouth and gesturing with long, slim fingers into a small square.

"Chocolates... these colored fillings..." She gave up on looking for the proper word or description, trusting he'd know what she meant.

"As for kissing and telling~" The Privaron was more intrigued that she hadn't attracted a particular gaze, more surprised when men weren't interested in her only sexually than when they were.

"A good habit, not to."

Watching her eat, Light remarked. "I'm aware. However, to be on the receiving end of that..." he let his words trail off, musing at the delicate digestive system of the arrancar. Really, there was a certain irony to be had in the fact that a vicious creature like her was practically non-carnivorous.

Ah well, there went the stereotype.

"Ah, those chocolates?" Light remembered them, considering the fact that Ryuzaki had been ingested them with a vengeance all those years ago. "There's a quaint little shop around that sells such things; I'll get some for you when I can."

With a soft chuckle, he murmured. "Loose lips sink ships, don't you think?" He paused for a moment, then continued. "I'm sure you would have loved being in my world; so many filthy souls that are ripe for the taking."

As a general rule, Light didn't bother to find out where souls went after he killed them - and if they were devoured, all the better, which meant lesser chances of clogging up whichever final destination they ended up in - but if he could get an arrancar to destroy his enemies for him if he managed to get back...

It was one hell of a long shot, but it really didn't hurt to set the groundwork for it now.

"The human world has always been filled with delicacies." Cirucci smiled at the thought of gorging on the souls of mortals, it was something that brought a genuine look of happiness to her face, pursed lips as she lightly skimmed the tips of her fingers over the bowl before selecting an apple slice, popping it into her mouth as she chewed thoughtfully.

"If you've shinigami in your world, you should have Arrancar." It seemed a natural thing to her, that Arrancar would always be around as long as shinigami were. Would always be there to kill them, even if he did live in a different world, which, she was unsure of that of yet. He looked like the human males she knew, at least.

"It's the easiest thing to take away, even." The Privaron almost laughed at the irony that something so intrinsic to their little lives was so easily plucked away.

He looked back at her for a brief moment. Arrancar always would be where shinigami were? He'd received information that the two groups were bitter enemies, but would it be true of the Shinigami-Reapers that were in his world?

His gaze sliding to where Ryuk was, he asked, knowing full well that this particular question would sound rather foolish to her. "Can you see any shinigami in this cafe, Cirucci?"

The shinigami had kindly informed him that even spiritual beings like the humanoid shinigami and the angels of this city could not see him, not unless one touched the Death Note - seemingly, the rules of the Death Note were absolute, even to beings from other dimensions. There was no reason for Ryuk to lie, but Light had to see it for himself.

[Mm, Cirucci won't be able to see Ryuk~ :3]

One then brow arched and the Arrancar smirked, idly pushing a small strawberry past her lips as she obliged by letting violet eyes flit about the area, though she already knew the answer, couldn't feel any of the reiatsu within her comfort zone.

"If Cirucci could see a shinigami here, she wouldn't be able to keep her food down." It was said with a sneer, evident of her utter loathing for the creatures called shinigami.

"Why?"

Good.

"Then we're apparently from different worlds," Light responded easily, noting her distaste for shinigami. A pause as he took his tea to hide the smile he was wearing, then simply said, as if he was merely talking about the weather.

"Because there's one loitering near the apple-bin a little way behind you. And he's as far from the humanoid shinigami as one can get."

At the mention of shinigami behind her the Privaron nearly jumped to her feet, settled for half-rising with a low warning noise in her throat, every muscle relaxed moments ago suddenly taut, her hand gravitating to the whip and circular blade on slender hip.

"... I don't see it." She murmured warily, eyes narrowed as she scanned the area indicated, any creature of spirit able to sense the reiatsu she'd flared as she felt about for shinigami... felt the small blips on her radar of nearby ones, but none in eyesight.

Watching her reaction curiously, Light set the cup down on the saucer neatly. The ease with which she moved was not lost on him, and it was not difficult to see her as one of the prime hunters of this city, sleek and swift.

It was almost attractive, in a strangely primal sort of way.

"I know." He said simply, then continued, conveniently leaving out the fact that he owned the Death Note; at least for now. "Only the ones who have touched a Death Note can see him." Looking back at her evenly, he continued. "He's an entirely different thing altogether."

Still on edge, she retook her seat, slowly her her fingers caress the steel at her side, a comforting movement knowing her true form lay sealed so close, at hand.

"... What is a Death Note?" She asked, chin raised to review him, now that she had to consider him as more than the simplest human male, now a human male and something else. She knew, whatever it was, that he either had one, or had touched one before, if what he said were true. It could be, and it could not be, she would reserve judgement.

Cirucci resettled, recrossed her legs ands resnapped the garters, idly adjusted the collar of her dress and where it fit aroud her chest, fingers dipping into the gaping indent of empty space where her Hollow hole was hidden by fabric.

His eyes flickering to her side for a brief moment before meeting her eyes, Light casually responded, refilling his tea cup.

"It's a notebook that the shinigami in my world possess to lengthen their own lifespans. Any human's name that is written within it will die in the exact manner that you specify." A shrug. "Basically, you can manipulate anyone with it as long as you know their name and face."

"You make Cirucci Thunderwitch glad she doesn't know her name, speaking like that." The Privaron smirked, the statement both an offer to believe him and a somewhat warning against anyone ever having the thought to use such a thing against her. She had been born and taken that name, but no Arrancar remembered the name they held as humans, remembered truly what they were called, hell, the Arrancar created by Aizen and not Privaron even had their names given to them, unable to even pick for their own.

"Cirucci assumes humans can use them, too, if Light can speak suchly on it?" The idea to kill at whim, at will, was intoxicating, especially when it crossed her mind that shinigami used their true names even in their death lives.

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