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The Hueco Mundo Opera
Scene 3
Grimmjow sits in the midst, surrounded by the ghosts of old.
GRIMMJOW:
I seethe with anger unreleased
Meowwww, miaaaar
GHOST OF OLD A:
…You had agreed.
GHOST OF OLD B:
…You had agreed.
GHOST OF OLD C:
Moooo! You had agreeed.
GHOST OF OLD D:
…
GRIMMJOW:
Shut up and come forth from the shadows so I can see you, dammit!
All these white and me thinks I’ll need a torchlight.
The ghosts of old come forth and they are none other than Grimmjow’s old comrades in fight.
Shawlong the Long, Di Roy of the King, Il Forte the Strong and Nakim the Mute.
GRIMMJOW:
Idiot companions of mine,
Who perished in a needless fight
Long had I yearned to see you!
SHAWLONG THE LONG:
We are here to take you to a journey towards self-awareness, Grimmjow.
GRIMMJOW:
Wait friends, wait!
Oh woes, a king without his soldiers I am!
Tears might streak my face!
No! I won’t bear the markings of the one I scorn
…and desire as well.
DI ROY OF THE KING:
He is not ready yet
IL FORTE THE STRONG:
Hush…give him his time.
This mourning honors us
NAKIM THE MUTE:
…
GRIMMJOW:
Oh friends, life is hell
I am so bored, it makes me cry.
I had the orange haired youth
The one everyone lusts after
In my hands!
And I was sneakily deprived
Of him.
DI ROY:
You were always a victim
To varied disorders
A temper unbelievable
And wisdom nonexistent
Yet such tenderness hides in your heart
Like a soft, harmless lamb
The two siblings you spared
Willingly
GRIMMJOW:
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
SHWALONG:
The past regrets, I now recall.
Contemplating my lost love,
I resemble a choked verse
I once had heard
(singing in a melodic voice)
On a bed of red lotus blossom
Yokihi must remain,
Sank in thoughts of days gone by
…Only if all afterlife was a bittersweet song
How much would I too long
On such a bed to lie
Even if the sorrow was unending
IL FORTE:
You were always the intellectual in our company.
How touching.
Il forte wipes his tears
Scene 4
SHAWLONG:
I wonder where she is…
This palace holds all our brief happiness
It had been a court for prosperous loves
Her long sleeves flapping in the wind
DI ROY:
What is this drama, you lesser characters?
The world is not interested in you and your tales,
Much less in your feelings, when there is zero porn
When did you or I end up first in a popularity poll?
NAKIM:
…
IL FORTE:
Where is Grimmjow?
DI ROY:
A sensible statement…
IL FORTE:
It’s your fault Shawlong,
He must have thought,
We were asking him
Sexual favors again
With all these talk about lotus and concubines.
Not to mention sleeves and fapping
SHAWLONG:
Flapping, I said flapping
DI ROY:
We were here, valuable guidance to give,
Tame the vagrant loneliness that tears him apart
We’ll haunt this place and chase him down
Our duty to fulfill!
IL FORTE:
Nostalgic return to our habits,
When as hollows we used to haunt
I tell you this homecoming
With nothing but woe fills my heart
…aaah, to perish so young
SHAWLONG:
Tis the reason we’ve returned
Try and prevent the worse,
Soften his recklessness
And make him strong
The fate that trampled us
Won’t trample him too!
Let us march forward
And enlighten him too!
The company unleashes itself on Las Noches.
IL FORTE:
Nakim, you are awfully quiet, today.
Scene 5 to 6
Scene 3
Grimmjow sits in the midst, surrounded by the ghosts of old.
GRIMMJOW:
I seethe with anger unreleased
Meowwww, miaaaar
GHOST OF OLD A:
…You had agreed.
GHOST OF OLD B:
…You had agreed.
GHOST OF OLD C:
Moooo! You had agreeed.
GHOST OF OLD D:
…
GRIMMJOW:
Shut up and come forth from the shadows so I can see you, dammit!
All these white and me thinks I’ll need a torchlight.
The ghosts of old come forth and they are none other than Grimmjow’s old comrades in fight.
Shawlong the Long, Di Roy of the King, Il Forte the Strong and Nakim the Mute.
GRIMMJOW:
Idiot companions of mine,
Who perished in a needless fight
Long had I yearned to see you!
SHAWLONG THE LONG:
We are here to take you to a journey towards self-awareness, Grimmjow.
GRIMMJOW:
Wait friends, wait!
Oh woes, a king without his soldiers I am!
Tears might streak my face!
No! I won’t bear the markings of the one I scorn
…and desire as well.
DI ROY OF THE KING:
He is not ready yet
IL FORTE THE STRONG:
Hush…give him his time.
This mourning honors us
NAKIM THE MUTE:
…
GRIMMJOW:
Oh friends, life is hell
I am so bored, it makes me cry.
I had the orange haired youth
The one everyone lusts after
In my hands!
And I was sneakily deprived
Of him.
DI ROY:
You were always a victim
To varied disorders
A temper unbelievable
And wisdom nonexistent
Yet such tenderness hides in your heart
Like a soft, harmless lamb
The two siblings you spared
Willingly
GRIMMJOW:
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
SHWALONG:
The past regrets, I now recall.
Contemplating my lost love,
I resemble a choked verse
I once had heard
(singing in a melodic voice)
On a bed of red lotus blossom
Yokihi must remain,
Sank in thoughts of days gone by
…Only if all afterlife was a bittersweet song
How much would I too long
On such a bed to lie
Even if the sorrow was unending
IL FORTE:
You were always the intellectual in our company.
How touching.
Il forte wipes his tears
Scene 4
SHAWLONG:
I wonder where she is…
This palace holds all our brief happiness
It had been a court for prosperous loves
Her long sleeves flapping in the wind
DI ROY:
What is this drama, you lesser characters?
The world is not interested in you and your tales,
Much less in your feelings, when there is zero porn
When did you or I end up first in a popularity poll?
NAKIM:
…
IL FORTE:
Where is Grimmjow?
DI ROY:
A sensible statement…
IL FORTE:
It’s your fault Shawlong,
He must have thought,
We were asking him
Sexual favors again
With all these talk about lotus and concubines.
Not to mention sleeves and fapping
SHAWLONG:
Flapping, I said flapping
DI ROY:
We were here, valuable guidance to give,
Tame the vagrant loneliness that tears him apart
We’ll haunt this place and chase him down
Our duty to fulfill!
IL FORTE:
Nostalgic return to our habits,
When as hollows we used to haunt
I tell you this homecoming
With nothing but woe fills my heart
…aaah, to perish so young
SHAWLONG:
Tis the reason we’ve returned
Try and prevent the worse,
Soften his recklessness
And make him strong
The fate that trampled us
Won’t trample him too!
Let us march forward
And enlighten him too!
The company unleashes itself on Las Noches.
IL FORTE:
Nakim, you are awfully quiet, today.
Scene 5 to 6