[Compile] Ichigo, Yoruichi, Grimmjow, Ulquiorra
As a matter of fact, Yoruichi liked Sundays. Sundays meant lazy days, which allowed her a brief reprieve from her...assignments, in only for a couple of hours.
Walking along the tall walls - in feline form, of course. She really wasn't up to wearing clothes on this gloriously warm, beautiful day - Yoruichi considered the past events idly before catching sight of a very familiar, very eye-catching mass of orange spikes.
Deciding that she could do with a little amusement, especially from that little virgin perverted boy, Yoruichi leaped from the walls and landed neatly in front of him. She would've smirked, if cats were able to.
"Yo, Ichigo."
Grimmjow was damned if Aizen hadn't waited to long to send them. The place was crawling with shinigami and all sorts of spiritual nasties. Well, what went up, had to go down and Grimmjow intended to do just that with the level of spiritually charged beings.
Choosing a place to come free of the garganta wasn't easy, but he picked what looked like a nice warm up, some orange-haired kid and a cat. They'd be easy targets to take care of right off the bat and get his blood pumping for better carnage as the afternoon went on.
"C'mon, Ulquiorra," he shouted, ripping open the hole between the worlds, with an almost psychotic grin of anticipation. He had waited too long for this and whoever stood in their way wouldn't be standing for long at all. Cold reiatsu swirled around him as he stepped out onto the thick and humid air.
He lifted his head and grinned widely at the pair, "Ready to die, fuckers?"
Ulquiorra stepped forward into the rip made by Grimmjow. The air in the human world was different from Hueco Mundo, he noticed immediately after taking a step. Far different from his home where the skies were heavy, the air damp and cold with the persistent smell of death. The change was unimportant. What was important was Aizen-sama’s command.
They were supposed to simply observe reactions to the raid. Nothing more, nothing less. But it was obvious that ‘more’ was just what the battle-hungry Grimmjow wanted. Aizen hadn’t told them explicitly what not to do. But it was doubtful that going into battle and massacring a cat and a human immediately was something he desired.
Were Ulquiorra anyone else, he would’ve sighed in exasperation at Grimmjow. Far used to Grimmjow’s antics, and not one like Il Forte Grantz to simply sigh as an ill-used dramatization cliché, Ulquiorra simply slipped his fingers forward. He pulled the zipper of his uniform upwards, safely covering his spirit chain hole at the base of throat with pale painted digits as he automatically surveyed the area as common sense bequeathed.
With another easy sweep of his fingers, Ulquiorra had his hand at his side, watching the targets that Grimmjow had plainly claimed for his own and already noticing - from the strange reiatsu given off, their familiar descriptions - that they were not what they seemed.
Ichigo's steps came to a halt as a cat suddenly landed in front of him. He blinked in surprise. "Yoruichi-san!" That was just like her to make an entrance like that. He hadn't been so lost in thought that he wasn't paying attention to his surroundings, but he hadn't seen her once since they all left Soul Society.
"What's up?" Did she need something, or was she just as crazy as his dad to think taking a walk in the sweltering heat was her idea of a good time? He wouldn't doubt it. She didn't have to worry about clothes. Err... Unfortunately (or was that fortunately?), any further thoughts on the matter were abruptly halted by a loud shrieking noise at Ichigo's waist.
'HOLLOW! HOLLOW!'
"Wuagh!" The only thing that kept Ichigo from leaping three feet into the air was because he really didn't want to give any more reason for Yoruichi to tease him. Still, it wasn't enough to stop the irritated twitch in his shoulders as he yanked the badge off of his belt clip. "Goddammit, why can't this thing beep like Rukia's phone or some--"
A shiver down his spine cut Ichigo off and made him freeze. He got the feeling that anoying noises were the least of his troubles. "What...?" Such an incredible reiatsu! Was that what the freakish shinigami gadget was spazzing out over?!
He looked up in time to see Ulquiorra stepping through the tear in dimentions, and heard Grimmjow's challenge. Though their similar clothes didn't escape his attention, his eyes lingered a moment on the pieces of mask and the holes. But... these guys looked human! Ichigo's grip tightened over the badge and he slammed it against himself. If they were throwing out death threats, it didn't really matter, did it? As his uninhabited body fell to the sidewalk, Ichigo stood there in his black robes, glaring back. "Who the hell's asking?"
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Walking along the tall walls - in feline form, of course. She really wasn't up to wearing clothes on this gloriously warm, beautiful day - Yoruichi considered the past events idly before catching sight of a very familiar, very eye-catching mass of orange spikes.
Deciding that she could do with a little amusement, especially from that little virgin perverted boy, Yoruichi leaped from the walls and landed neatly in front of him. She would've smirked, if cats were able to.
"Yo, Ichigo."
Grimmjow was damned if Aizen hadn't waited to long to send them. The place was crawling with shinigami and all sorts of spiritual nasties. Well, what went up, had to go down and Grimmjow intended to do just that with the level of spiritually charged beings.
Choosing a place to come free of the garganta wasn't easy, but he picked what looked like a nice warm up, some orange-haired kid and a cat. They'd be easy targets to take care of right off the bat and get his blood pumping for better carnage as the afternoon went on.
"C'mon, Ulquiorra," he shouted, ripping open the hole between the worlds, with an almost psychotic grin of anticipation. He had waited too long for this and whoever stood in their way wouldn't be standing for long at all. Cold reiatsu swirled around him as he stepped out onto the thick and humid air.
He lifted his head and grinned widely at the pair, "Ready to die, fuckers?"
Ulquiorra stepped forward into the rip made by Grimmjow. The air in the human world was different from Hueco Mundo, he noticed immediately after taking a step. Far different from his home where the skies were heavy, the air damp and cold with the persistent smell of death. The change was unimportant. What was important was Aizen-sama’s command.
They were supposed to simply observe reactions to the raid. Nothing more, nothing less. But it was obvious that ‘more’ was just what the battle-hungry Grimmjow wanted. Aizen hadn’t told them explicitly what not to do. But it was doubtful that going into battle and massacring a cat and a human immediately was something he desired.
Were Ulquiorra anyone else, he would’ve sighed in exasperation at Grimmjow. Far used to Grimmjow’s antics, and not one like Il Forte Grantz to simply sigh as an ill-used dramatization cliché, Ulquiorra simply slipped his fingers forward. He pulled the zipper of his uniform upwards, safely covering his spirit chain hole at the base of throat with pale painted digits as he automatically surveyed the area as common sense bequeathed.
With another easy sweep of his fingers, Ulquiorra had his hand at his side, watching the targets that Grimmjow had plainly claimed for his own and already noticing - from the strange reiatsu given off, their familiar descriptions - that they were not what they seemed.
Ichigo's steps came to a halt as a cat suddenly landed in front of him. He blinked in surprise. "Yoruichi-san!" That was just like her to make an entrance like that. He hadn't been so lost in thought that he wasn't paying attention to his surroundings, but he hadn't seen her once since they all left Soul Society.
"What's up?" Did she need something, or was she just as crazy as his dad to think taking a walk in the sweltering heat was her idea of a good time? He wouldn't doubt it. She didn't have to worry about clothes. Err... Unfortunately (or was that fortunately?), any further thoughts on the matter were abruptly halted by a loud shrieking noise at Ichigo's waist.
'HOLLOW! HOLLOW!'
"Wuagh!" The only thing that kept Ichigo from leaping three feet into the air was because he really didn't want to give any more reason for Yoruichi to tease him. Still, it wasn't enough to stop the irritated twitch in his shoulders as he yanked the badge off of his belt clip. "Goddammit, why can't this thing beep like Rukia's phone or some--"
A shiver down his spine cut Ichigo off and made him freeze. He got the feeling that anoying noises were the least of his troubles. "What...?" Such an incredible reiatsu! Was that what the freakish shinigami gadget was spazzing out over?!
He looked up in time to see Ulquiorra stepping through the tear in dimentions, and heard Grimmjow's challenge. Though their similar clothes didn't escape his attention, his eyes lingered a moment on the pieces of mask and the holes. But... these guys looked human! Ichigo's grip tightened over the badge and he slammed it against himself. If they were throwing out death threats, it didn't really matter, did it? As his uninhabited body fell to the sidewalk, Ichigo stood there in his black robes, glaring back. "Who the hell's asking?"
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