log; complete
When; 20th January, middayish.
Rating; PG-13 for violence, blood, and you know... stuff.
Characters; Hinamori Momo hajikemomo, Nell Tu lisped, Il Forte Grantz garrisoned
Summary; Unhappy with the way he finds things in the City, Il Forte tracks down Hinamori for a discussion via steel.
Log;
With one last jump from the top of a lower building, Il Forte's foot soundlessly made contact with the concrete path before Xanadu garden. He had finally zeroed in on the point of reiatsu he had been searching for that morning, his senses thrown off by the magic of the City. He grinned, the anticipation of imminent battle quickening his pulse as he moved forward, pale strands of hair trailing behind him. Really, that his Brother was associating with shinigami filth in such a way was entirely unacceptable. Il Forte was merely doing him a favour -- Grimmjow might even thank him one day. He laughed at the thought, pushing his way through the absurdly colourful flowers until he finally caught sight of his target. He almost spat in disgust. When he noticed motion at her feet and saw the tiny arrancar toddling after her, his irritation grew and he stepped closer to them, letting his reiatsu flare to make his intentions clear from the start.
"You are the shinigami Hinamori Momo, correct?" Not that it mattered at this point. He would kill her either way.
Nell instantly jumped to cling to Hinamori's leg as the small shinigami's hand dropped to Tobiume's hilt, watching the arrancar warily. "Yes," she answered as calmly as she could, shifting into a defensive position despite with Nell attached. A frown settled into place as she assessed the situation. One, this arrancar probably didn't care about the truce. Two, he wasn't wounded like Cirucci had been, and therefore fleeing was out. Three, she had Nell, which would hamper her movements. And four, she wasn't sure she could release her limit within the confines of the City. She'd managed there, with Tobiume, but in the real world, things were harder.
But she might have to try, since he was clear the only way she would get out of this was with a fight. Letting her guard slip on her own reiatsu to comfort the younger arrancar and indicate to the larger that she wasn't as weak as she looked, she kept her gaze on him, determined. "What of it?"
His grin widened at her response as he approached the pair, leaving Del Toro in its sheath for the moment. Her reiatsu was stronger than he had expected, but it was nowhere near that of the shinigami that had defeated him in Karakura Town. "It seems to me you are something of a nuisance," he murmured, before moving with Sonido, appearing behind her and speaking low in her ear. "So I'm here to see to the problem."
Nell shook, whimpered, and fell back, scooting across the ground as she stared up at the arrancar threatening them. "D-don't! Don't hurt Momo!"
With a small snarl Hinamori moved to the left, flash-stepping. Although she hated putting distance between her and Nell, it seemed the best thing to do. If he went after her, Nell was out of harms way. And hopefully the small arrancar would run for help. It was useless, but tightening her grip on her zanpakuto she muttered, "There's a truce, requested by Aizen. Whatever I have done that has made me a nuisance to you, it would be better to talk about it first." There were only two reasons she could think of, the first being her status as the vice captain Aizen had failed to kill - something Cirucci had been interested in fixing - the second being her assured safety by Grimmjow.
Hinamori highly doubted he'd been in the City long enough to learn about the second, but she'd been wrong before. Either way, Tobiume murmured reassuringly in the back of her mind. If she did have to fight, she wouldn't be alone.
"I have nothing to speak about with you, filth." He sneered, casting a leering glance at the arrancar before returning his attention to the shinigami. He watched her closely, considering, before speaking again. "But tell me, do you know a shinigami by the name of Abarai Renji?"
She didn't like the way he glanced at the cowering girl, and it showed in the way she glared at him. Choosing her words carefully, shifting her grip on Tobiume's hilt, she responded, "Yes, I do. Why?"
"It interests me." He said easily, standing casually one moment and directly in front of her the next, straightening out his hand and shoving it into her shoulder, relishing in the sound of tearing flesh and the feeling of warm blood on his fingers. "The level of those who are called vice captains in Soul Society still amazes me, though." He purred, pulling his hand out with a short laugh. "It is even more pathetic to think you served beneath Aizen-sama."
She gasped, shock setting in and numbing the pain. Tobiume growled dangerously in response to the damage done and was on hand in an instant, swinging free from the sheath and aiming to cut along the arrancar's torso. "I don't care what you think of me," she snarled, ignoring the metallic taste in her mouth as she threw herself back to gain distance, expression grave. There was no getting out of it.
"Nell, run. I can handle this." The small arrancar stood, rooted to the spot, horrified at the sight of the bleeding vice captain. It wasn't meant to happen, she wasn't meant to be hurt, someone was supposed to stop this. "Nell'th not going to leave you! Nell doethn't... Nell won't let him! He'th thtupid for attacking you, Momo!" came her rushed, proud answer, even though it was clear that she could do nothing as tears started pooling in her eyes.
He blocked the soul slayer with his hand easily, watching her back away with a smirk on his face. He dropped his hand to Del Toro, drawing it from its sheath and addressing the girl, amused. "Release your soul slayer now or I'll kill you." He would kill her regardless, but for all the fight she had put up it would be boring and unsatisfying to simply let it end. His glance briefly turned to the other arrancar present. "Take her advice, trash." He growled, not deeming the little one worth lifting his hand over.
The blood was a minor distraction, but the pain meant it wasn't over. And it was just one wound. Just her shoulder. Her left one, at that. Nothing. It was nothing, repeating those words over and over in her head. "I do not know why you're doing this at all," she growled, bringing the blade up, steady in front of her. She'd stood like this before a captain, so why not an arrancar now. Glancing again at Nell, Hinamori shifted back into her defensive position, counting the breaths it took.
Trash? Nell called herself that, true, but the small girl wasn't. Not to the shinigami, and she was prepared to defend her. Two flash steps this time, one to the left to fake him, the other to the right, to Nell's side, gathering the smaller girl up in her arms. One more flash step, further away from the arrancar and she dropped Nell to the ground giving her a push and a snarled "Go!"
He watched the scene unfold before him with a flat look in his eyes. Pathetic. And she hadn't listened to him. Could it be she had a death wish? On the other hand, Il Forte was finding whatever charm Grimmjow must have seen in the girl became much more apparent while she was bleeding. With that thought, his sonido brought him behind her in less than a second as he cut a shallow wound into her side with Del Toro. "I advise against turning your back on arrancar, shinigami."
That was it for the small arrancar and as Hinamori stumbled forward to catch herself, Nell launched herself at Il Forte, clinging to his arm. "Thtop it! Thtop hurting Momo! Nell will tell Grimmy-Ethpada!"
"Che." He looked at the tiny girl clinging to his arm the way one might look at an insect crawling on their hand. He jerked his arm away and brought it back just as quickly, hitting her hard enough to knock her off her feet.
"If there's one thing I cannot stand," having recovered herself quickly, the dark haired shinigami turned her attention back to Il Forte, glaring dangerously, "It is those who pick on others just because." She didn't need to look at Nell to know the small arrancar had been knocked out, could feel it in the way her reiatsu moved. Like she could feel the killing intent behind Il Forte's, could feel his hate for her. Her, who'd never met him before this. It was unthinkable. Her hand was surprisingly steady as she brought the blade forward again, determination and will evident.
She might as well try. The mark was on her wrist, set Tobiume growling as she forced her body to respond, to break down the limit, using all her skill as a kidou master to coerce it into submission. "I won't forgive you for hurting her," she muttered through gritted teeth, willing herself to push it beyond its limit, to have control of all her reiatsu.
The sentiment did not touch the arrancar as he watched the shinigami's posture change with a bored expression. He raised Del Toro and came at her once again, driving the soul slayer towards her torso with more than intent to just injure this time.
Tobiume snapped up, forced the other blade to the side, leaving a gash but nothing more. Nothing dangerous. So close, and Hinamori whimpered in pain as she brought Tobiume forward again, this time with it's command, a snarled, angered, pained "Hajike! Tobiume," aiming the blast at his torso, letting it push her back a few feet, skidding in a mixture of dirt and disturbed flower petals.
He tried to dodge the blast but half of it caught him. He winced, giving her an opening that he managed to block with Del Toro. It burned, but not enough to slow him down. He grinned as the sting from where her sword had cut him registered -- this was more like it. He came at her again, Del Toro crossing with her soul slayer with the sharp sound of clashing metal. He moved to the right, bringing his sword down upon her already-injured shoulder.
It hit as she moved back, and before it could cut deeper she flash stepped behind him, back to back, the kidou based blade ready. Hinamori spun, releasing another shot, bringing the zanpakuto forward to parry whatever attack would come next. He wasn't giving her a chance to focus on breaking her limit, and she tried not to give him an opening to release his zanpakuto.
He dodged the blast with sonido and took a quick step back to avoid the shinigami's blade. She was certainly stronger than he had originally imagined, but still not on his level. Minutes passed as the two exchanged small blows with each other before finally Il Forte took several steps back and skidded to a halt. "Shinigami, I'm going to show you something, so pay attention." With a wide grin he raised his soul slayer before him. "Skewer her, Del Toro." His reiatsu flared further than it had the entire battle as he released the sword. In the next moment the shinigami was impaled on the horn of the great bull-like creature, Del Toro. Il Forte spoke from behind the mask of the bull, vision partially obscured so he was only able to see part of the shinigami's body now hanging limp to his side. "It's useful to know when dealing with arrancar. Our soul slayers are very different from yours." With that, he returned to his original form, catching the shinigami with one hand and sheathing Del Toro with the other.
The blood from her wounds stained his white hakama and the tips of his light hair, but he paid it no mind. He smirked cruelly into the dulled eyes of the girl, bending down to speak into her ear. "Ah, nothing personal, of course." He brought one hand to his lips, sticky with her blood, and ran his tongue along his fingers, tasting it. "Though perhaps now I can better see where Grimmjow is coming from." Looking around the small clearing where the two had fought, his eyes fell upon something that caused them to light up with amusement. He carried the small shinigami's limp body over to a tree, placing her beneath it. He glanced up with a grin, rather pleased with himself. Under a peach tree. He certainly hoped Grimmjow could appreciate his sense of humour as much as he did. With a quiet laugh he waved down to the body of the girl and all but sauntered off, covered in blood and in a better mood than he could ever remember being in.
Rating; PG-13 for violence, blood, and you know... stuff.
Characters; Hinamori Momo hajikemomo, Nell Tu lisped, Il Forte Grantz garrisoned
Summary; Unhappy with the way he finds things in the City, Il Forte tracks down Hinamori for a discussion via steel.
Log;
With one last jump from the top of a lower building, Il Forte's foot soundlessly made contact with the concrete path before Xanadu garden. He had finally zeroed in on the point of reiatsu he had been searching for that morning, his senses thrown off by the magic of the City. He grinned, the anticipation of imminent battle quickening his pulse as he moved forward, pale strands of hair trailing behind him. Really, that his Brother was associating with shinigami filth in such a way was entirely unacceptable. Il Forte was merely doing him a favour -- Grimmjow might even thank him one day. He laughed at the thought, pushing his way through the absurdly colourful flowers until he finally caught sight of his target. He almost spat in disgust. When he noticed motion at her feet and saw the tiny arrancar toddling after her, his irritation grew and he stepped closer to them, letting his reiatsu flare to make his intentions clear from the start.
"You are the shinigami Hinamori Momo, correct?" Not that it mattered at this point. He would kill her either way.
Nell instantly jumped to cling to Hinamori's leg as the small shinigami's hand dropped to Tobiume's hilt, watching the arrancar warily. "Yes," she answered as calmly as she could, shifting into a defensive position despite with Nell attached. A frown settled into place as she assessed the situation. One, this arrancar probably didn't care about the truce. Two, he wasn't wounded like Cirucci had been, and therefore fleeing was out. Three, she had Nell, which would hamper her movements. And four, she wasn't sure she could release her limit within the confines of the City. She'd managed there, with Tobiume, but in the real world, things were harder.
But she might have to try, since he was clear the only way she would get out of this was with a fight. Letting her guard slip on her own reiatsu to comfort the younger arrancar and indicate to the larger that she wasn't as weak as she looked, she kept her gaze on him, determined. "What of it?"
His grin widened at her response as he approached the pair, leaving Del Toro in its sheath for the moment. Her reiatsu was stronger than he had expected, but it was nowhere near that of the shinigami that had defeated him in Karakura Town. "It seems to me you are something of a nuisance," he murmured, before moving with Sonido, appearing behind her and speaking low in her ear. "So I'm here to see to the problem."
Nell shook, whimpered, and fell back, scooting across the ground as she stared up at the arrancar threatening them. "D-don't! Don't hurt Momo!"
With a small snarl Hinamori moved to the left, flash-stepping. Although she hated putting distance between her and Nell, it seemed the best thing to do. If he went after her, Nell was out of harms way. And hopefully the small arrancar would run for help. It was useless, but tightening her grip on her zanpakuto she muttered, "There's a truce, requested by Aizen. Whatever I have done that has made me a nuisance to you, it would be better to talk about it first." There were only two reasons she could think of, the first being her status as the vice captain Aizen had failed to kill - something Cirucci had been interested in fixing - the second being her assured safety by Grimmjow.
Hinamori highly doubted he'd been in the City long enough to learn about the second, but she'd been wrong before. Either way, Tobiume murmured reassuringly in the back of her mind. If she did have to fight, she wouldn't be alone.
"I have nothing to speak about with you, filth." He sneered, casting a leering glance at the arrancar before returning his attention to the shinigami. He watched her closely, considering, before speaking again. "But tell me, do you know a shinigami by the name of Abarai Renji?"
She didn't like the way he glanced at the cowering girl, and it showed in the way she glared at him. Choosing her words carefully, shifting her grip on Tobiume's hilt, she responded, "Yes, I do. Why?"
"It interests me." He said easily, standing casually one moment and directly in front of her the next, straightening out his hand and shoving it into her shoulder, relishing in the sound of tearing flesh and the feeling of warm blood on his fingers. "The level of those who are called vice captains in Soul Society still amazes me, though." He purred, pulling his hand out with a short laugh. "It is even more pathetic to think you served beneath Aizen-sama."
She gasped, shock setting in and numbing the pain. Tobiume growled dangerously in response to the damage done and was on hand in an instant, swinging free from the sheath and aiming to cut along the arrancar's torso. "I don't care what you think of me," she snarled, ignoring the metallic taste in her mouth as she threw herself back to gain distance, expression grave. There was no getting out of it.
"Nell, run. I can handle this." The small arrancar stood, rooted to the spot, horrified at the sight of the bleeding vice captain. It wasn't meant to happen, she wasn't meant to be hurt, someone was supposed to stop this. "Nell'th not going to leave you! Nell doethn't... Nell won't let him! He'th thtupid for attacking you, Momo!" came her rushed, proud answer, even though it was clear that she could do nothing as tears started pooling in her eyes.
He blocked the soul slayer with his hand easily, watching her back away with a smirk on his face. He dropped his hand to Del Toro, drawing it from its sheath and addressing the girl, amused. "Release your soul slayer now or I'll kill you." He would kill her regardless, but for all the fight she had put up it would be boring and unsatisfying to simply let it end. His glance briefly turned to the other arrancar present. "Take her advice, trash." He growled, not deeming the little one worth lifting his hand over.
The blood was a minor distraction, but the pain meant it wasn't over. And it was just one wound. Just her shoulder. Her left one, at that. Nothing. It was nothing, repeating those words over and over in her head. "I do not know why you're doing this at all," she growled, bringing the blade up, steady in front of her. She'd stood like this before a captain, so why not an arrancar now. Glancing again at Nell, Hinamori shifted back into her defensive position, counting the breaths it took.
Trash? Nell called herself that, true, but the small girl wasn't. Not to the shinigami, and she was prepared to defend her. Two flash steps this time, one to the left to fake him, the other to the right, to Nell's side, gathering the smaller girl up in her arms. One more flash step, further away from the arrancar and she dropped Nell to the ground giving her a push and a snarled "Go!"
He watched the scene unfold before him with a flat look in his eyes. Pathetic. And she hadn't listened to him. Could it be she had a death wish? On the other hand, Il Forte was finding whatever charm Grimmjow must have seen in the girl became much more apparent while she was bleeding. With that thought, his sonido brought him behind her in less than a second as he cut a shallow wound into her side with Del Toro. "I advise against turning your back on arrancar, shinigami."
That was it for the small arrancar and as Hinamori stumbled forward to catch herself, Nell launched herself at Il Forte, clinging to his arm. "Thtop it! Thtop hurting Momo! Nell will tell Grimmy-Ethpada!"
"Che." He looked at the tiny girl clinging to his arm the way one might look at an insect crawling on their hand. He jerked his arm away and brought it back just as quickly, hitting her hard enough to knock her off her feet.
"If there's one thing I cannot stand," having recovered herself quickly, the dark haired shinigami turned her attention back to Il Forte, glaring dangerously, "It is those who pick on others just because." She didn't need to look at Nell to know the small arrancar had been knocked out, could feel it in the way her reiatsu moved. Like she could feel the killing intent behind Il Forte's, could feel his hate for her. Her, who'd never met him before this. It was unthinkable. Her hand was surprisingly steady as she brought the blade forward again, determination and will evident.
She might as well try. The mark was on her wrist, set Tobiume growling as she forced her body to respond, to break down the limit, using all her skill as a kidou master to coerce it into submission. "I won't forgive you for hurting her," she muttered through gritted teeth, willing herself to push it beyond its limit, to have control of all her reiatsu.
The sentiment did not touch the arrancar as he watched the shinigami's posture change with a bored expression. He raised Del Toro and came at her once again, driving the soul slayer towards her torso with more than intent to just injure this time.
Tobiume snapped up, forced the other blade to the side, leaving a gash but nothing more. Nothing dangerous. So close, and Hinamori whimpered in pain as she brought Tobiume forward again, this time with it's command, a snarled, angered, pained "Hajike! Tobiume," aiming the blast at his torso, letting it push her back a few feet, skidding in a mixture of dirt and disturbed flower petals.
He tried to dodge the blast but half of it caught him. He winced, giving her an opening that he managed to block with Del Toro. It burned, but not enough to slow him down. He grinned as the sting from where her sword had cut him registered -- this was more like it. He came at her again, Del Toro crossing with her soul slayer with the sharp sound of clashing metal. He moved to the right, bringing his sword down upon her already-injured shoulder.
It hit as she moved back, and before it could cut deeper she flash stepped behind him, back to back, the kidou based blade ready. Hinamori spun, releasing another shot, bringing the zanpakuto forward to parry whatever attack would come next. He wasn't giving her a chance to focus on breaking her limit, and she tried not to give him an opening to release his zanpakuto.
He dodged the blast with sonido and took a quick step back to avoid the shinigami's blade. She was certainly stronger than he had originally imagined, but still not on his level. Minutes passed as the two exchanged small blows with each other before finally Il Forte took several steps back and skidded to a halt. "Shinigami, I'm going to show you something, so pay attention." With a wide grin he raised his soul slayer before him. "Skewer her, Del Toro." His reiatsu flared further than it had the entire battle as he released the sword. In the next moment the shinigami was impaled on the horn of the great bull-like creature, Del Toro. Il Forte spoke from behind the mask of the bull, vision partially obscured so he was only able to see part of the shinigami's body now hanging limp to his side. "It's useful to know when dealing with arrancar. Our soul slayers are very different from yours." With that, he returned to his original form, catching the shinigami with one hand and sheathing Del Toro with the other.
The blood from her wounds stained his white hakama and the tips of his light hair, but he paid it no mind. He smirked cruelly into the dulled eyes of the girl, bending down to speak into her ear. "Ah, nothing personal, of course." He brought one hand to his lips, sticky with her blood, and ran his tongue along his fingers, tasting it. "Though perhaps now I can better see where Grimmjow is coming from." Looking around the small clearing where the two had fought, his eyes fell upon something that caused them to light up with amusement. He carried the small shinigami's limp body over to a tree, placing her beneath it. He glanced up with a grin, rather pleased with himself. Under a peach tree. He certainly hoped Grimmjow could appreciate his sense of humour as much as he did. With a quiet laugh he waved down to the body of the girl and all but sauntered off, covered in blood and in a better mood than he could ever remember being in.