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“Hate and Remorse”

AKA: The chapter that has a lot of kido in it.

When the three of them walked out of Aizen’s throne-room, Yammy was acting very strange. He clenched his fist tight and looked at a certain someone with a vivid hateful glaze.

It had only been two days and he was beginning to dread seeing that vaizard’s face. He wanted to see her die, suffer, feel pain. He didn’t care if she was prized by Aizen and that she was a vaizard and what not – she needed to pay! He wanted to get revenge for humiliating him in front of Ulquiorra. He also hated the fact that Ulquiorra was defending her – HER! That only gave him another reason to hate her.

So, as soon as Ulquiorra had turned his back on him, he grinned – R’mekia would die today. He suddenly appeared in front of her and sent his arm back with an arm thrust that had the velocity to kill, “Haaaah-”

Sadly, for him, R’mekia had expected this and jumped into the air as soon as Yammy stepped forward to deliver the (probably) fatal blow. R’mekia landed on her feet and hand-springed up into the air, doing an aerial flip and landed on Yammy’s head.

“Really think ya could get me, na? Donkusai-yaru?” R’mekia smirked down at him. (Inefficient/stupid.)

Yammy snarled, “Get the ******** off of my head, teme! Or I’ll shake you off!”

R’mekia smiled, “Not if I kick you first!” She flash-stepped in front of him and kicked him in the nose, gaining a loud groan.

Ulquiorra watched the two of them in the shadows, ‘Baka-no-Yammy, I told him to listen to her, now look what a predicament he’s gotten himself into.’

Yammy yelled, “I’LL KILL YOU!” He charged at her like a bull, a cero forming in his mouth.

R’mekia blocked it with her zanpakto, ‘I’ll finish it now.’ R’mekia jumped high into the air, her index and middle finger pointed at Yammy as she chanted, “Mask of blood and flesh, all creation, flutter of wings, ye who bares the name of Man! On the wall of the blue flame, inscribe a twin lotus. In the abyss of the conflagration, wait at the far heavens.” Slowly, but surely, blue-white reiatsu formed at the tips of her fingers.

Yammy did not know what R’mekia was chanting, but Ulquiorra knew.

‘So she’s using kido now,’ he thought. ‘I thought she was more of a close-combat person, but I am mistaken. Maybe she has other strengths besides hakuda soshite hoho.’ (Hand-to-hand combat and foot-combat.)

R’mekia then suddenly announced, “Hado no Rokujuuroku: Soren Sokatsui!” (Destructive Spell Number 66: Twin Lotus Blue Fire, Crash Down!) Two flaming large jets of icy blue fire shot out from R’mekia’s finger tips and hit Yammy square in the chest. Yammy letting out a deafening shriek as it hit.

‘Nani?!’ Yammy looked down to see two ashy, bleeding holes where her blasts had connected. He clutched them, looking at R’mekia with a firing glaze of hate.

R’mekia slowly floated down, smoke streaming from her fingertips.

Ulquiorra looked on, eye’s semi-widened, ‘She was able to blast through an Arrancar’s hierro with a simple spell?’

R’mekia smirked at him, “You want more? I cast that spell very weak just to let you know.”

R’mekia closed her eyes and let out a deep breath, “Bakudo no Kyuujuukyuu: Kin!” (Binding Spell Number 99: Seal!)

Yammy’s arms and limbs were bound by spiritual fabric and iron shafts. He gasped as the fabric covered his face – now he could not see. Suddenly, Yammy felt out of breath. The terrible sensation of a person strangling him took over his body as he struggled to take a breath – the strength of the spell was amazing. R’mekia had only cast the first part of the spell and he felt like he was going to die.

R’mekia continued, taking another deep breath, “Shiryu, hyakurensan, bankin taiho! Bakudo no Kyuujuukyuu: BANKIN!” (First song: halting fabric, second song: hundred linked bolts, final song: great seal of 10,000 forbidding! Binding Spell Number 99: GREAT SEAL!)

Yammy’s eyes widened as numerous blades flew out from every direction. He closed his eyes, predicting death. He pictured himself impaled on thousands of blades, R’mekia’s high-pitched laughter in the background watching him fall to the ground – a bloody mess. When he opened them, he saw Aizen himself deflect the greatest kido spell known to shinigami with just his finger.

“R’mekia,” he said softly. “I know that this was self-defense, but going to the extents of with the intention of killing an Arrancar is unacceptable. However, I do apologize profusely for Yammy’s actions: it will not happen again. Also, Ulquiorra.”

Ulquiorra looked up.

“You should have stopped her before she got the chance.”

Ulquiorra looked down, slightly ashamed, “Hai, Aizen-sama.”

R’mekia walked away.


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R’mekia began to wander around the large building that is known as Los Noches. She had never really taken the time to actually walk around it.
‘Sugoi na?’ She thought – Los Noches seemed to go on forever. She was sure that she had been walking for at least and hour by now, but it didn’t look like she was making any progress.

“It’s pretty big, ne?”

R’mekia turned around to see a very tall and lanky Arrancar. He had stringy long black hair and an eye-patch thing on one eye. His Arrancar outfit opened at the chest, but was closed the rest of the way and had an enlarged spoon hood at the back. He smirked down at her, “You’re R’mekia, right?” He pointed at her, causing the six bracelets on his arms to jingle.

She nodded, “And you must be Noitora, na?”

He nodded, “Yep.”

R’mekia smiled, “So ka. Can ya show me ‘round?”

Noitora smiled one of his weird smiles that showed only his top teeth, “Sure.”


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“So, that’s the quick tour. If we went around all of Los Noches, it would take three days.”
R’mekia’s eyes widened, “Really?”

Noitora nodded, “Aizen’s a little extravagant, y’know? Gin’s joked that it’s even larger than the Seireitei.”

R’mekia shivered, ‘Seireitei’ was one of the one words that she didn’t want said around her.

“Oki ni, Noitora. I’ll be going now.” (Thanks.)

Noitora snorted, “There’s not much to do here, but sure. See ya ‘round, R’mekia. We could spare sometime, I’d like that. Nothin’ much to do here anyways, besides watch hollows kill and eat each other.”

R’mekia nodded, “So ka.”


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Mashiro patted Hiyori on the head, “Daijobu ya, Hiyori-chan! We’ll get Remekia back!”
Hiyori shook her head, her voice trembling as she sobbed into her knees “She left by herself, aho! She doesn’t want to come back!” Hiyori let out a large sob.

Shinji sighed, bringing Hiyori into an embrace, allowing Hiyori to openly sob into his arms.

“Doshite na, Shinji? Doshite?”

Shinji bit his lip, “I… don’t know, Hiyori.” All he knew was that Kensei was taking this particularly hard. Remekia and Kensei would train probably every day. They had also known each other when they were in the academy.

Kensei clenched his fists and repeatedly beat the wall, silently crying.

Rose sighed, “It’s strange she chose to go off with them, huh?”

Hachigen shook his head, “Aizen is her former taicho you know.”

Rose frowned, “So ka.”

Love and Lisa said nothing.

Hiyori burst out of Shinji’s embrace, “Who gives a rat’s a** if Aizen’s her old taicho, WE’RE HER FRIENDS! Doesn’t she… didn’t she… DOES SHE EVEN CARE ABOUT US?!”

Shinji sighed, gently uttering, “Shh, Hiyori.”

This, however, did not work. Hiyori stood up and threw her sandal on the ground, collapsing into a sobbing heap, repeatedly slapping it to the floor, “I’LL KILL HER, KILL HER, KILL HER!” Her sandal broke.

The green haired girl sighed, patting Hiyori on the back, “Don’t worry, Hiyori-chan. I don’t like it when you cry.”

Hiyori sniffed, “Neither do I.”


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R’mekia sneezed out of nowhere, “HA-CHUUU!” She rubbed her nose, muttering, “Someone must be talkin’ ‘bout me.” She froze.
‘Masaka! Could…’ R’mekia’s thoughts flowed painfully toward her vaizard friends. She bit her lip, ‘They’re probably so mad that I betrayed them right now.’ R’mekia backed up against a wall and slid down, head in her arms.

R’mekia got an idea. Using her shunpo to go into her room, she got out her black lipstick and took off her, white with a single black stripe, gloves and set them down. With the lipstick, she drew characters on her arms and set them down on the floor.

“Black and white net. Twenty-two bridges, sixty-six crowns and belts. Footprints, distant thunder, sharp peak, engulfing land, hidden in the night, sea of clouds, blue line. Form a circle and fly through the heavens. Bakudo no Nanajuushichi: Tentenkura!” (Binding Spell Number 77: Heavenly Rickshaws in Silver Air!)


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“Hiyori?”
Hiyori’s eyes snapped wide open, “Re-mekia?”

“Ee, it is me. I know that you might hate me right now… but, I’m sorry.”

“SORRY? How could you be sorry that you just betrayed your one and only friends? Tell me THAT, Remekia?”

“…I… don’t know why I joined Aizen-taicho, but a part of me… just wants to be with him. I don’t know! I miss you all terribly! I REALLY DO! Demo…” R’mekia bit her lip, “I…I…”

The other vaizard waited for her answer.

“When I was exiled… I always wanted to be reunited with my squad… In a way, I AM being reunited… with my captain and his squad. I’ve missed him so much… and now I can be with him.”

“But what about Kensei? Didn’t ya like all of the trainin’ ya did together? Or when you would race with Mashiro? Or when you would hang out with Lisa, Rose, and Love? What about all the jokes with Hachi? HUH? What about Shinji? DON’T YOU CARE ABOUT US?!?!”

“As much as I want to say no… yes. I DO care about you all! There hasn’t been one second when I HAVEN’T thought about you all. And I’m sorry… to ALL of you. To Kensei especially: gomen na.”

Kensei looked up.

“I have to go… but, minna, I… I…the next time we meet… we’ll probably be on different sides. Prepare for that.”

Mashiro bit her lip.

“Oh, and Kensei…don’t break your hand for my sake, kudasai.”


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There was a knock – it was Grimmjow.
R’mekia sat facing the opposing wall, “Nanda, Grimmjow.”

Grimmjow pouted, “Sumthin’ wrong?”

“Chau ne.” (Wrong.) R’mekia swallowed, her throat suddenly hoarse, “Daijobu ya.”

Grimmjow sighed, swaggering over to her, “Sure?”

“Metcha.” (Very.)

Grimmjow decided to let her one word answers go and get to the bottom of his visit, “I’m plannin’ an attack on Karakura, wanna go?” He smiled malevolently. “It’ll be fun. Maybe it'll get ya out of tha’ weird mode you’re in.”

R’mekia bit her lip, then nodded, “Sure. I need to get away from this place, ‘least for a little while.”

Grimmjow grinned, “Your wish is my command, R’mekia.” He walked over and licked her cheek before swaggering away, leaving R’mekia stunned.


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o It's SECOND ATTACK TIME! x3 Wonder if Aizen and Tosen'll get mad at R'mekia for defying orders... hmmm. I should write about that. xD
NEXT CHAPPIE XD


“Crash Down”

R’mekia looked at the floor and sighed. It had only been an hour since Grimmjow had told her of his plans to go down to the real world and wreak havoc with a few of his pathetic goons. She had accepted.

R’mekia clenched her fist tight. She was beginning to dread her answer. She hadn’t even really thought it over! Also, there was another issue on her mind.

‘If Aizen-taicho finds out…’ R’mekia bit her lip. He couldn’t find out. He would be disappointed if he should learn of her treachery… even if it was indirect. ‘But I still accepted his invitation. I’m as bad as him in his eyes.’ She winced when she thought of Aizen just staring at her with his cold eyes, saying things that would make her tremble to her knees – that was just the kind of person Aizen was. He wouldn’t torture you, he would make you torture yourself. He was sadistic in so many ways.

She shook the horrible, disturbing thoughts away and sat on her bed looking up at the ceiling, ‘Did I really make the right choice? It just seems that every choice I make… is the wrong one.’

R’mekia let out a dry laugh, “Seems I have to best luck, na, Chibi-no-Hiyori?”

DRIP. A tear streamed down her cheek and onto the floor.


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It was D-day. R’mekia took longer than usual to get ready. She slowly put on her gloves and slowly tied up her hair in her trademark ponytail that rested at her ears. She bit her lip, ‘Let’s just get this over with.’

R’mekia waited in the hall and saw Grimmjow and a few of numeros come her way. Grimmjow evilly smirked at her and put his arm around her, bringing her closer to him. He whispered huskily into her ear, “Good ta see ya, R’mekia.” He grinned and licked his lips.

R’mekia blushed slightly as her heart skipped a beat, but shook herself out of it. “Ikuze,” she snapped at him and turned on her heel. She could feel herself turning red as she walked away from him, ‘What was he doing? Was he tryin’ to hit on me?’ She stuck on her tongue and picked up the pace. ‘Demo…’ R’mekia couldn’t help herself from feeling…

Grimmjow shook his head and swaggered behind her, ‘I’ll get her… someday. It’ll jus’ take a little work, is all.’ He grinned, ‘An’ I can already see it takin’ place.’


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The Arrancar and Vaizard appeared suddenly looking over Karakura town.

After the numeros separated, Grimmjow and R’mekia were left by themselves. The two of them began to leap through the sky looking for prey.

It wasn’t long until they came upon a small female shinigami and the infamous orange-haired shinigami that Ulquiorra had deemed ‘trash’.

R’mekia looked at him, “I’ll take care of the girl, na?”

Grimmjow spat in the air, “Tch, wakateru-yo.”

R’mekia smirked, “Ti o tsukete, Grimmjow.” She shunpo-ed and suddenly appeared in front of Rukia who gasped.

Grimmjow laughed above her, “Who’s the strongest out of you, na?”

Rukia and Ichigo shuddered at the intensity of Grimmjow’s reiatsu – it was insane. Rukia then looked at the girl before her and mysteriously felt a sharp pain her her stomach.

“N-naze?!” Rukia cried – R’mekia had punched her right in the stomach! She hadn’t even seen R’mekia move! ‘How can anyone be that fast?!’

However, R’mekia wasn’t done yet. She grabbed Rukia sharply by the hair and threw her into a building and then crashing into a car.

Ichigo ran over to help her, but R’mekia appeared in front of him, “Sashiburi da na, Ichigo.” She laughed at his feeble attempt of trying to save Rukia.

Ichigo clenched his teeth at her, “Teme! You’re the vaizard from before, ne?”

R’mekia laughed, “Ee, ee. Demo…” She looked him straight in the eye, “I’m more powerful than you ever imagined.” She held out her hand, aiming upward, a small red-black energy ball forming, “Bye-bye, kisama-no-yaru!” She evilly blew him a kiss as the blast hit Ichigo square in the chest, sending him back in the direction of Grimmjow.

Grimmjow yelled at R’mekia, “Oi! Don’t take too long, R’mekia! We got otha shinigami ‘t deal with!”

R’mekia rolled her eyes, muttering, “Wakata na, Grimmjow-yaru.” She shunpo-ed over to the direction of Rukia.

Rukia struggled to get up, sending a fierce glare at R’mekia, making her break out in a cruel laughter.

“Ho? You really think lookin’ at me like tha’s gonna help?” R’mekia squatted down so that she was in level with Rukia’s short body, “I don’t think so, teme.” She kicked Rukia down with a tremendous kick.

Rukia coughed as she struggled to get up. R’mekia stomped on her back so that she couldn’t get up.

Rukia looked at her, uttering, “D-doshite? O-omai… was a shinigami... then you became a vaizard… then an arrancar. Doshite? Wh-why do you find the need to-”

R’mekia kicked her face, yelling, “URUSAI!” She squished Rukia’s back like a bug, causing her to cry out in pain.

Rukia slowly looked up at her face and gasped, ‘Sh-she’s crying?’

There were in fact tears streaming from R’mekia’s face. She kicked Rukia again, and again and again, shouting, “URUSAI! URUSAI! URUSAI!” She then fell to her knees and bit her lip, “Boku wa – boku wa – I don’t know what to think anymore! I don’t know what to say!” She hit the ground with a powerful punch, “Whatever I pick, it’s wrong! WRONG, WRONG, WRONG!!!” Her right hand was bleeding from the force of her punch.

Rukia frowned; she couldn’t help but wonder how much pain the person in front of her was going through. She then shook it all away. ‘What am I doing? Feeling pain for the enemy? I should kill her not show empathy!’ Rukia unsheathed her sword and was about to kill R’mekia with one sweep when there was a CLANG! R’mekia had gotten out her own sword.

R’mekia’s tears were gone, and the feeling of sadness in her eyes had been replaced by a cruel and intense hate, “TEME! How dare you! KORUSE!” She held her sword vertically, blood streaming down the blade.

“Koruse,” R’mekia closed her eyes and said, “Kiru, Kitanai!” (Cut, Kitanai!)

Rukia gasped as R’mekia’s sword disappeared and reformed as sharp extensions on her finger tips. R’mekia raised her hands up, and then flicked her fingers up, the small blades on her fingers glowing an eerie silver. She smirked evilly at Rukia, “Kitanai allows me to stay acrobatic in combat. I don’t have to be held down by slow, clumsy, slashes.” She licked one of the blades, “Watch.”

R’mekia cart wheeled over to Rukia, stopping in a handstand position, and wrapped her feet around Rukia’s neck, strangling her. She then slashed Rukia’s feet with her fingers.

“A-” Rukia couldn’t scream because of R’mekia’s hold on her throat.

The assault continued, R’mekia’s first silver shards now turning the color of red.

Much to Rukia’s relief, R’mekia let go, but did a backwards flip, kicking her head in the process.

R’mekia sighed, “Not very fun are ya? Hmm… zannen ya. I have to applaud ya for makin’ me release my shikai. Congrats… but not fa long.” R’mekia jumped onto one of the walls of the building they were fighting in and pushed off, rushing straight into Rukia and into a building. They were then seen rushing past Ichigo’s line of sight during his battle with Grimmjow.

Ichigo gasped, “R-Rukia!”

Grimmjow smirked, “Keep your eyes on me, shinigami.”

WHACK.

“AAAAAHHHHH!”


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R’mekia let out a loud malicious laugh that echoed through the empty streets of Karakura town as she slashed and cut Rukia, “OI! SHINIGAMI? SAY SUMTHIN’ WILL YA, NA?” She let out another laugh as she elbowed her in the stomach, sending her flying into a window.

R’mekia stepped over the glass and held Rukia up by the neck, smirking, “Oi? Have ya gone mute, shinigami? If ya did… shigata nai yo.”

She let go of Rukia’s neck, watching her fall to the ground, huddled over in a wheezing heap.

R’mekia smirked, “I’m not done yet.”

Rukia struggled to get up, getting out her sword and stupidly charging at R’mekia. R’mekia sighed, blocking the attack with a sweep of her blade-tipped fingers. Her sweep knocked Rukia’s sword out of her hands. When she tried to rush after it, R’mekia kicked it away with her foot.

R’mekia laughed, “Lost your sword, na? Gomen nasai, I didn’t know it was tha’ important to ya.” R’mekia stepped forward, making Rukia step back. Rukia then made a wild rush out of the building they were fighting in and into the streets. She was running, running for her life.

But to her dismay, R’mekia caught up to her. R’mekia smirked, “Ja ne, shinigami.” She licked her lips, “Today… you’re gonna die.”

SLASH, SLASH, SLASH, SLASH.

Not after long, R’mekia had made Rukia into a panting, wheezing, bloody body of flesh. She pivoted on her foot to see a huddling girl, embracing the wall, hoping that R’mekia wouldn’t see her – Tatsuki. She smirked, “You’re the girl from before, na?”

The black haired girl looked at her in fear, backing against the wall.

R’mekia then heard a bone-chilling order, “R’MEKIA!”

She turned around to see who had barked so viciously at her. She gasped, her eyes widening wide with potential fear, “T-Tosen?”

The man with the dreadlocks and silver sunglasses looked at her, “Koi, R’mekia, Aizen is most disappointed with you.”

R’mekia cringed, ‘Aizen-taicho…’

He turned his back on her, “Pray that he is merciful on you.”

R’mekia hung her head, “H-hai ya.”


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When they arrived at Aizen’s throne room, R’mekia felt like melting into a puddle of water on the floor. She had never been so ashamed of herself in her life. Aizen was her most respected person in her life, and to defy him? She couldn’t even think of how she would be punished. Maybe he would execute her? Maybe he would torture her? Maybe he would send her back to her vaizard friends and watch them tear her limb from limb? She could never tell with Aizen, he was as readable as a blank piece of paper.

“R’mekia, wait outside while I deal with Grimmjow,” Aizen stated emotionlessly.

R’mekia bowed, “Wakarimashite, Aizen-taicho.” She turned her back to Grimmjow and looked away. As she walked slowly past him, she whispered into his ear, “This is all your fault, kisama-yaru.” Her last words were drenched with hate and loathing.

Grimmjow bit his lip, looking away, “Wakateru.”

R’mekia closed the door and slid to the floor. Waiting was part of her punishment it seemed. Aizen would have her wait and wait and wait, making her think over what he would do to her until her head would explode. She hoped that he would spare her and get her sentence over with.

She was right. She knew as soon as a now one-armed Grimmjow walked out.

R’mekia gasped, “Gr-Grimmjow!” She ran over to him, “D-Daijobu?”

He looked at her, pain etched into his dark blue eyes, “He’s waitin’ for ya, don’t keep him waitin’, he may do what he did ‘ter me.”

R’mekia bit her lip and turned to face her fate, ‘Grimmjow…’

Aizen looked down at her, his warm brown eyes staring into her soul, “Tell me, R’mekia, did Grimmjow force you to take part in this… ‘attack’?”

R’mekia shook her head, “Iie, I told him that I wanted to.”

“Do you know why?”

R’mekia muttered, “I-I don’t know.”

Aizen shifted in his throne, “Speak up! I can’t quite hear you, sumimasen.”

“I don’t know,” she said firmly, looking straight up into his eyes.

He nodded, “I see. Because I ruled that Grimmjow’s intentions were true, I shall do the same with you. Only… I won’t be as cruel like I was with him.”

R’mekia’s posture slightly relaxed.

“You will, however, be sentenced to confinement in your room. I have arranged for Ulquiorra to get you provisions.”

“For how long?”

Aizen smiled, “As long as I see fit. You may go now.” He turned to his right, “Ulquiorra, take her to her room.”

Ulquiorra bowed, “Hai, Aizen-sama.”


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Ulquiorra opened the door and ushered her inside. He sighed, “Why did you have to do it?”

R’mekia sat on her bed, “I don’t know.”

Ulquiorra entered her room, setting a plate of rice and noodles as well as a glass of water, on the floor, “He’s disappointed with you, he’s been telling me the whole day.”

R’mekia looked down, “So ka? What else did he say?”

Ulquiorra walked out, “That was all.”

R’mekia sighed, “An’ you’re disappointed with me, na?”

Ulquiorra looked the other way, “Ee.” He closed the door with a loud thud.


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Awww... the ending's so sad, huh? Poor R'mekia...


ANOTHER NEXT CHAPPIE

Chapter 6: Estar Harto De

“Sick and Tired”

R’mekia sighed, looking at the food before her. Her stomach churned and she suddenly had the feeling of nausea. She pushed the plate away from her and sat up on her bed.

“Uuuhhh,” she groaned. She felt her forehead – she seemed fine, but her stomach was queasy.

“Shindori nen, na?” (I’m exhausted, huh?) She picked up the glass of water and sipped it, the soothing liquid bringing a little bit of peace to the ragging tornado within. She sighed, ‘Why in the world do I feel so bad?’ She groaned again, holding back the strong urge to suddenly puke. She felt terrible, utterly terrible.

There was a knock at the door.

R’mekia sat up, she croaked, “Na?” The urge to throw up came back again, but she resisted, painfully.

It was Ulquiorra. He looked at her on her bed and raised an eyebrow, “Daijobu ka?” He frowned, taking note that she looked paler than usual and that her cheeks and forehead were flushed.

R’mekia shook her head, “Iie.”

Ulquiorra walked over to her and pressed his cold hand to her forehead, causing R’mekia to moan – his cold hand against her warm skin felt wonderful. She then blushed; ashamed at what she had did, praying that he didn’t notice. Luckily for her, he didn’t.

Ulquiorra sighed, stating with a matter-of-fact tone, “You have a fever.”

R’mekia was shocked, “Honma ka?” (For real?)

Ulquiorra sighed again, “Ee, I’ll go and get you a cold washcloth. You’re burning up.”

R’mekia closed her eyes, “Go ahead.”


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R’mekia slowly opened her eyes. A blurry black-haired arrancar with piercing green eyes came into view. He put a fresh washcloth on her head, stating, “You fell asleep.”

R’mekia blinked, “I did?”

Ulquiorra nodded, “Ee, you were asleep for probably a couple of hours. Which is good, you need your rest.”

R’mekia looked up at the ceiling, “Why do ya think I’m sick?”

Ulquiorra shrugged, “Probably stress.” He got a cup of water and pressed it to her mouth gently, “Do you think you can keep this down?”

She nodded and swallowed. The cold water soothed her dry throat. She felt refreshed and more alert. She looked at him and weakly smiled, “Oki ni, Ulquiorra.” (‘Thanks’ in kansai-ben.)

He shook his head, “Do itashimashite, Aizen-sama told me to take care of you.”

R’mekia winced at Aizen’s name, “Does he know that I’m sick?”

Ulquiorra nodded, “Hai, I told him. He’s concerned.”

R’mekia sighed, “So ka.”

Silence.

R’mekia cleared her throat and hesitantly asked, “Is… Grimmjow… daijobu?” She braced herself for a cruel retort – Grimmjow and Ulquiorra weren’t exactly the ‘best of friends’.

Ulquiorra took the washcloth off of her head and dipped it in a bucket of water. He then placed a fresh one on her head. He looked at her, curious, “Why do you ask?”

R’mekia shrugged, “I’m just curious.”

Ulquiorra stared into her eyes, “Really? Or is it something else?”

R’mekia blinked, “Why do you care?”

He chuckled, repeating, “I’m just curious.”

R’mekia pouted, “You’re mocking me, aren’t you?”

Ulquiorra smirked, “And what if I am?”

She rolled her eyes, “Forget it. I’m goin’ to sleep.” And with that, she closed her eyes.

(Dream Sequence)

R’mekia was before Aizen. He looked down at her, smirking evilly, “And for punishment for defying me, you shall have your arm cut off.”

Aizen used a kido spell and R’mekia’s arm was cut off, blood spilling everywhere, “AAAAAAHHHHHHH!”

Hiyori came into view, “Kisama-yaru!” She punched R’mekia right into the stomach, “Why did you leave us, na? Why do you have to be such a selfish…aho!” She slapped R’mekia on the right cheek.

Ulquiorra then came into view, “I’m disappointed with you, R’mekia-san.”

(End Dream Sequence)

R’mekia woke up, panting and wheezing.

Ulquiorra looked worriedly at her, “Daijobu ka, R’mekia-san?”

R’mekia put her hand over her eyes, “Just a bad dream.”

Ulquiorra nodded, “So ka.” He picked up a small bowl, “It’s soup. Are you hungry?”

“I’ll have a couple spoonfuls,” R’mekia sat up.

Ulquiorra carefully filled the spoon up with water and angled it into R’mekia’s mouth. R’mekia swallowed it, slightly blushing, ‘I’m being fed by an Arrancar! An’ Ulquiorra at that!’

After a couple of spoonfuls, R’mekia told him that she had enough.

Silence.

Ulquiorra got up, “I’ll go see if Aizen needs me.” He went over to the door and opened it.

Before he left, R’mekia called out, “Chotto matteru yo!”

Ulquiorra turned around, “Hn?”

R’mekia looked away, “I want you… to stay with me.”

Ulquiorra closed the door, “So be it.” He walked over to the bed and sat on the edge, “Why do you need me?”

R’mekia shrugged, “I jus’ want someone to talk to. It’ll get boring if it’s jus’ me all by myself, y’know?”

“Hn.”

She looked up again, “Thanks for takin’ care of me.”

He sighed, “I told you before. I’m your caretaker. This is my duty to Aizen-sama.”

She smiled, “Wakata na, but still… arigato.”

Ulquiorra sighed, looking away, “Hn.”


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Once again, R’mekia fell asleep. Ulquiorra couldn’t help but look at the vaizard before him. She was actually… pretty? He looked at her face – she looked so peaceful, so…

Ulquiorra shook the thoughts out of his head, ‘What am I doing? I’m her caretaker! I can’t be caught up on stupid human emotions.’ He was disgusted with himself, ‘I’m turning into Grimmjow…’ He changed picked up the washcloth on R’mekia’s head. He stared at her, ‘But still…’ He shook the thoughts off again, ‘I’m pathetic.’

(Dream Sequence)

R’mekia and Hiyori were in a flower field. Hiyori was stepping on the flowers with her sandals with powerful thuds. R’mekia sighed, “Yameru, Chibi-no-Hiyori-ya.”

Hiyori scowled at her, “Then what am I supposed to do? Pick ‘em?”

R’mekia smirked, “You could do that, or you could just not step on them.”

Hiyori rolled her eyes, she crossed her legs and hovered in the air, floating next to R’mekia as she walked forward to a cliff that overlooked a vast ocean.

Hiyori smiled, “Kirei, na?” (Pretty.)

R’mekia nodded, “Ee, it is.”

Hiyori looked up at her, “You’re in a dilemma, na?”

R’mekia was confused, “Wh-what do ya mean by that?”

Hiyori smirked, her gaze resting back to the ocean, “Ya like two people – depressed little boy an’ buff manly-man. It’s hilarious tha’ ya picked such polar opposites.”

R’mekia blushed, “Well I-”

Hiyori laughed, “You’re blushing!” She stuck her tongue at her, pulling her left eyelid down with her index finger, “Nya! You’re such a love-stuck, aho, Remekia.”

R’mekia sighed, “It’s ‘R’mekia’ now, Hiyori.”

Hiyori brushed it away, “Yeah… soooooo.” She floated right in front of R’mekia’s face, “Who are ya gonna choose, na?” She sheepishly grinned.

R’mekia sighed, sitting down, “I don’t know… I mean, they’re so different, y’know?”

Hiyori floated to the right, “Ee, an’ the one tha’s hotter than the other is more… ano… womanizing than the other, who’s less attractive yet… nicer.”

R’mekia waved it off with her hand, “Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever.”

Hiyori put a finger on her chin, “But…you could go with Plan C and go with someone completely random and-” Before Hiyori could finish, there was a cero aimed straight for her head. Luckily, Hiyori dodged it. She turned to R’mekia and spat, “WHAT WAS THA’ FOR, KISAMA-YARU?! I’M TRYIN’ TA HELP YA HERE!” She crossed her arms, closed her eyes, and floated once more, “But… do you have a plan?”

R’mekia dangled her feet on the edge, “Not really…”

Hiyori looked at her, “Well…” She looked at R’mekia, an evil glint in her eye. “There’s always next time.” She got behind R’mekia and pushed her off the cliff and into the water, “GOOD LUCK, KISAMA-YARU!” She turned her back to the falling R’mekia and muttered, “You’ll need it.”

(End Dream Sequence)

R’mekia woke up, looking frantically around, “Y-yume ka? Demo…”

Ulquiorra looked at her, arching an eyebrow, “… Are you sure the shinigami didn’t do anything to your brain?”

R’mekia gave him a ‘Shut-up-you’re-not-helping’ look and slowly got up. She sighed, ‘So it was a dream… but it seemed so real, though! And ‘Hiyori’ has a point…’ She looked at Ulquiorra and then thought of Grimmjow. She sighed, ‘Great.’

She looked at Ulquiorra and sighed, “I’m goin’ back ta sleep.” She fell back, her head falling back on the pillow with a thud.

Ulquiorra shook his head, “There is something wrong with her brain.”


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