#finalorders

The meeting was exceptionally short and just with a few of them, the Arrancar ranking high enough so that Aizen would take them with him to the fight in Karakura. Tier Harribel, Barragan Louisenbarn and Coyote Starrk were the ones the Shinigami trusted the most – if it was possible to call it like that – to serve for the victory in the fight with Soul Society, all of them strong enough to let those around perish in an instant. The summoning was rather short, orders were distributed, while Starrk himself just agreed lazily. Fighting itself was nothing he was prone off, the male preferred peace above all else, but would follow nonetheless.

Barragan just kept quiet, but by the look of his companion, the Primera could see the reluctance, well – not really reluctance – but a feeling of aversion arisen upon Aizens request and plans, that had surely nothing to do with the war in itself. But he would keep quiet about that, since the former King of Hueco Mundo was no one who would talk freely around loyal allies of the shinigami captain about such things.

Harribel was more enthusiastic, a trait she female arrancar showed rarely and basically only while talking to Aizen or talking about serving him. She wasn’t submissive, that much Starrk could tell easily, but seemed to think that it was her utmost priority to repay her unpaid debt to the male Shinigami with her own life, if needed.  He wasn’t really aware of the extend of this favor that was serving for her to go such lengths, but then—the three of them rarely talked openly about such things, despite being those someone could call ‘closer’. The meeting was dismissed a few seconds later upon those peculiar thoughts playing through the Primeras head, while Barragan as well as Aizen took his leave.

Slow sigh escaped him, while remaining in the room with his only female companion under the 10 highest ranking Espada, while he stood up, scratching at his head a little. Sudden urge to talk, at least for a while, made him attach his gaze onto the woman, blue-grey eyes slightly narrowed while studying her a little more curiously. He wasn’t the most talkative out of the group, or maybe that was the wrong claim, he simply didn’t see the need of talking too much about one specific topic. But after all – those were the final orders given to them.

Maybe they should talk for once.