[Compile] Luppi, Grimmjow, Hanatarou, Edorad
This was almost insufferable, letting a shinigami treat his wound while in the presence of his brothers and sister. It took all of his willpower not to shove Hanatarou across the room (which he was confident he could do with ease) and then march back to his quarters to heal himself.
To distract himself from the temptation, he let his eyes wander around the large area, watching Yammy and Urquiola quietly conversing (nothing new), Lori and Il Forte being snippy (again nothing new), and Grimmjow brooding. The only thing that was novel was Luppi, Luppi of all people, being silent.
It was unheard of for that particular arrancar to be quiet, especially when someone else was in some sort of agony. Edorad raised an eyebrow in question to him as Luppi watched the shinigami. Just what was his much smaller and slimmer brother thinking?
Before he could become (very slightly) concerned about him, Grimmjow opened his big mouth and very openly questioned Hanatarou’s right to be here.
Bless the sixth arrancar, this was just the distraction Edorad needed. Hopefully everyone’s attention would zero in on Grimmjow instead of him. This was a rare time (or first time) that he was grateful for Grimmjow’s notoriously short temper.
But he still couldn’t help feeling vaguely insulted. He hadn’t just been standing around before Unohana was stabbed. The shrimp just got in a lucky shot, that was all.
Luppi was silent for a reason.
And the moment he felt as though he was being watched, Luppi's eyes shifted to catch the ones silently observing him. Luppi disliked when someone, anyone, not just any one of his siblings, just sat there and watched him.
It made him itch to snap snidely in the large arrancar's direction, or make some flippant remark about the injuries he’d received and was in the process of getting healed. But again he repressed the urge, fingers twitching beneath the long, drooping sleeves of his robes.
Luppi had held the eye contact right up until Grimmjow made a noise (he was good for that sort of thing); his attention was easily diverted in the direction of his wild, blue-haired brother and he smirked, lazily licking his bottom lip. “We’re always waiting,” he all but purred. “But … if you’re as bored as Luppi is~ we can have a little fun, neeeee~~?” His hidden hand touched Trepadora’s pommel and his smirk grew even more so mischievous.
The various low murmurs indicating other conversations in the room were mostly ignored, but Hanatarou knew the ringing in his ears was very accurate. He was the topic of most of the conversations, ones he was included in and ones he wasn't.
That was okay though. Hanatarou could hardly stop the discussions, nor would he wish to. He just kept his focus on his task of healing away the injuries Unohana had inflicted on the arrancar.
Grimmjow's almost rhetorical question made him turn his head to glance at the pale haired arrancar. Ah! It was like a joke! How many arrancar leaders did it take to kill a shinigami! One, because there could only be one arrancar leader!
...okay it wasn't a very funny joke. Hanatarou didn't try to make a life of being a comedian.
"How? Um..." He rubbed the back of his head before moving that hand back to hover over the worst of Edorad's injuries, his palm glowing warm. Most of the arrancar's injuries could be healed with kidou, but he might have to bandage this part, after he saw how much he could heal it this way. "Opportune moment. Lack of notice. And I hardly did it alone... Yammy-san was fighting her as well."
Of course it had to be Luppi that opened his mouth first. Normally, he would take up the offer, but today, right now, Grimmjow didn't feel like playing with his offbeat brother. It just wasn't going to have the same appeal. What he wanted to do was play with a shinigami, know what everyone was thinking about, get everyone to stop moping around, but the only one that would open their mouth loud enough for everyone to hear was him.
"No. You couldn't," he started, his eyes slowly turning to Luppi. He would have continued his thought, but soon Hanatarou's voice sounded in his ears, bringing his attention back to the short shinigami.
He didn't like the answer given, but, then again, any answer Hanataru could come up with wouldn't have been accepted. It would be like letting a part of him accept Hanatarou. It would be like following one of his orders. "You can't tell me it was just a fluke. And it wasn't Yammy that killed her."
Fed up with looking at the healer, Grimmjow turned his eyes back to Luppi. But even looking at the well groomed Arrancar couldn't stop his words from spilling over. "What shinigami have we killed that actually meant somethin'? Why couldn't Yammy kill her? You tryin' to prove somethin'? 'Cause you know whatever you're tryin' to do isn't gonna work."
Biting back an impatient sigh, Edorad sightlessly stared at one of the room’s wooden walls as Hanatarou took much too long tending him. He hadn't missed the disgusted and displeased looks some of his siblings had shot in his direction, but he didn’t care. It wasn’t their approval he was looking for, it was Adaro’s.
‘Let’s see how smug they’ll be when she gets pissed at ‘em,’ he thought darkly to himself as the arrancar closest to him continued to pointlessly argue.
This was another side of the arrancar that the ex-shinigami had to get used to. He didn’t just have to prove himself on the battlefield; the healer also had to show his resolve, his inner strength, by not letting the others beat him with snide words and insults. Sometimes your standing wasn’t based on spiritual pressure alone, but how you carried yourself, what you said, and how you said it. Edorad knew that the others always judged him, and in turn he did the same to them. The only one immune from their constant critiquing was Adaro since her power and resolution was unquestionable.
Hanatarou needed to have more snap in his voice, and less of that bedside manner he’d learnt back when he worked in Seireitei. This polite, deferential tone wasn’t going to cut him any slack from the others. He had a hard road in front of him, but Edorad surmised that the little pipsqueak knew that from the beginning.
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To distract himself from the temptation, he let his eyes wander around the large area, watching Yammy and Urquiola quietly conversing (nothing new), Lori and Il Forte being snippy (again nothing new), and Grimmjow brooding. The only thing that was novel was Luppi, Luppi of all people, being silent.
It was unheard of for that particular arrancar to be quiet, especially when someone else was in some sort of agony. Edorad raised an eyebrow in question to him as Luppi watched the shinigami. Just what was his much smaller and slimmer brother thinking?
Before he could become (very slightly) concerned about him, Grimmjow opened his big mouth and very openly questioned Hanatarou’s right to be here.
Bless the sixth arrancar, this was just the distraction Edorad needed. Hopefully everyone’s attention would zero in on Grimmjow instead of him. This was a rare time (or first time) that he was grateful for Grimmjow’s notoriously short temper.
But he still couldn’t help feeling vaguely insulted. He hadn’t just been standing around before Unohana was stabbed. The shrimp just got in a lucky shot, that was all.
Luppi was silent for a reason.
And the moment he felt as though he was being watched, Luppi's eyes shifted to catch the ones silently observing him. Luppi disliked when someone, anyone, not just any one of his siblings, just sat there and watched him.
It made him itch to snap snidely in the large arrancar's direction, or make some flippant remark about the injuries he’d received and was in the process of getting healed. But again he repressed the urge, fingers twitching beneath the long, drooping sleeves of his robes.
Luppi had held the eye contact right up until Grimmjow made a noise (he was good for that sort of thing); his attention was easily diverted in the direction of his wild, blue-haired brother and he smirked, lazily licking his bottom lip. “We’re always waiting,” he all but purred. “But … if you’re as bored as Luppi is~ we can have a little fun, neeeee~~?” His hidden hand touched Trepadora’s pommel and his smirk grew even more so mischievous.
The various low murmurs indicating other conversations in the room were mostly ignored, but Hanatarou knew the ringing in his ears was very accurate. He was the topic of most of the conversations, ones he was included in and ones he wasn't.
That was okay though. Hanatarou could hardly stop the discussions, nor would he wish to. He just kept his focus on his task of healing away the injuries Unohana had inflicted on the arrancar.
Grimmjow's almost rhetorical question made him turn his head to glance at the pale haired arrancar. Ah! It was like a joke! How many arrancar leaders did it take to kill a shinigami! One, because there could only be one arrancar leader!
...okay it wasn't a very funny joke. Hanatarou didn't try to make a life of being a comedian.
"How? Um..." He rubbed the back of his head before moving that hand back to hover over the worst of Edorad's injuries, his palm glowing warm. Most of the arrancar's injuries could be healed with kidou, but he might have to bandage this part, after he saw how much he could heal it this way. "Opportune moment. Lack of notice. And I hardly did it alone... Yammy-san was fighting her as well."
Of course it had to be Luppi that opened his mouth first. Normally, he would take up the offer, but today, right now, Grimmjow didn't feel like playing with his offbeat brother. It just wasn't going to have the same appeal. What he wanted to do was play with a shinigami, know what everyone was thinking about, get everyone to stop moping around, but the only one that would open their mouth loud enough for everyone to hear was him.
"No. You couldn't," he started, his eyes slowly turning to Luppi. He would have continued his thought, but soon Hanatarou's voice sounded in his ears, bringing his attention back to the short shinigami.
He didn't like the answer given, but, then again, any answer Hanataru could come up with wouldn't have been accepted. It would be like letting a part of him accept Hanatarou. It would be like following one of his orders. "You can't tell me it was just a fluke. And it wasn't Yammy that killed her."
Fed up with looking at the healer, Grimmjow turned his eyes back to Luppi. But even looking at the well groomed Arrancar couldn't stop his words from spilling over. "What shinigami have we killed that actually meant somethin'? Why couldn't Yammy kill her? You tryin' to prove somethin'? 'Cause you know whatever you're tryin' to do isn't gonna work."
Biting back an impatient sigh, Edorad sightlessly stared at one of the room’s wooden walls as Hanatarou took much too long tending him. He hadn't missed the disgusted and displeased looks some of his siblings had shot in his direction, but he didn’t care. It wasn’t their approval he was looking for, it was Adaro’s.
‘Let’s see how smug they’ll be when she gets pissed at ‘em,’ he thought darkly to himself as the arrancar closest to him continued to pointlessly argue.
This was another side of the arrancar that the ex-shinigami had to get used to. He didn’t just have to prove himself on the battlefield; the healer also had to show his resolve, his inner strength, by not letting the others beat him with snide words and insults. Sometimes your standing wasn’t based on spiritual pressure alone, but how you carried yourself, what you said, and how you said it. Edorad knew that the others always judged him, and in turn he did the same to them. The only one immune from their constant critiquing was Adaro since her power and resolution was unquestionable.
Hanatarou needed to have more snap in his voice, and less of that bedside manner he’d learnt back when he worked in Seireitei. This polite, deferential tone wasn’t going to cut him any slack from the others. He had a hard road in front of him, but Edorad surmised that the little pipsqueak knew that from the beginning.
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