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@recklesshothead

@recklesshothead

Ever since the war, the peace between Hueco Mundo and the Soul Society had gotten tense. But Ulquiorra did not fear to leave his liar and go to visit the unusual place...the Soul Society. He had no evil intentions, nor did he wish to fight. For him the visit was a simple act of curiosity. The peace had been restored, but an endless war between hollows and soul reapers would never change. They both had different perspectives and that was fine, it kept a balance between the realms.

"Aeona, that's your name right?"

Renji gets arrested!

“HA!?” Renji stares incredulously at his twin person.. double thing. “Ya know, by that logic, yer gonna get arrested too right?”

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The Sexta Espada walked towards the bloody shinigami with an extreme regal confidence. Arrogance even. Like the apex predator he was. The hunt had ended and the winner could take his prize. Take the loser’s life.

The smirk on his lips crossed by a deep gash that healed very quickly as his ability to regenerate exceeded most hollows’. Deep-set wild eyes focused against all odds, as Grimmjow reached the shinigami, on something that looked like delicious fresh blood, but only had the wonderful color of it… Nostrils flared, pupils dilated in excitement and curiosity.

The arrancar extended his arm as he crouched before the soul reaper, slowly, as if captivated by the thing he seemed to have suddenly realized. He released his claws, claws that cut the bounds keeping the shinigami’s hair into a ponytail then delved into the crimson strands of now loose long hair.

     Of course he only had ONE eye in his socket. It wasn’t fucking normal to have TWO eyes in one socket now was it? But he assumed this weird-ass redhead Shinigami was asking him whether or not he only had one eye. If he had had both eyes, then he wouldn’t fucking be wearing his eye-patch! Nnoitra’s hollow hole had been located on the left side of his face for as long as he could remember being a Hollow, so his vision had always been not as good as it could’ve been. That was probably why it didn’t bother him, or affect his fighting skills. He simply didn’t need to rely on his vision in order to kill someone. Speaking of murdering— This Shinigami was WELL within slaughter-range. But Nnoitra could tell from his reiatsu that he wasn’t all that strong. Definitely not at a captain level. So what was the point? Nobody was going to recognize him as the strongest by him killing nobodies. However much fun it was.