~Recap~
Ichigo woke up just as Nami disappeared and she ran after Rukia. Nami showed off her second shikai and then used her bankai only to be put to sleep by Grimmjow. Lillynette found out she was back and burst into Grimmjow’s room. Nami is still afraid of the dark and she has longer hair down to her waist because of Angel.
~Story Start~
I sighed, pulling the brush in my hands through my too long pink hair. I hated long hair like this but if I cut it off, Angel would just grow it back again. I was debating on just going ahead and dying it black but that would require going to the World of the Living. Maybe if Angel got tired of my hair she would do it on her own. I heard Grimmjow murmur something in his sleep, making me turn around just a bit to smile at his sleeping face. He was adorable for a man that looked at least twenty. I turned back around, continuing to brush through my hair.
Why did I let go? I asked myself quietly, setting the brush down in my lap. I glanced up at the window and shook my head, I didn’t remember. I should but I didn’t. I squeezed my eyes shut, going through the memories I had before Aizen’s sword pierced me. It was all really fuzzy but I could remember some of things because it wasn’t that long ago. I recalled Tia being the last thing I saw and feeling regret as I saw the pain in her eyes. I did remember Grimmjow being there and me wishing I had told Lillynette no. Without meaning to, I growled out loud, “Damnit, Nami, think!”
“Think about what?” Grimmjow grumbled behind me, making me whirl around in surprise and stare at him. When he saw me staring, he frowned, “What the hell you staring at?”
“The ugliest thing in the world,” I retorted sharply, standing up swiftly.
“Oh thank you so much,” He growled. “By the way, you forgot to take your other eye off your forehead.”
I grinned, “Nice comeback.”
“Picked up from your mom,” He chuckled, making me flinch and turn away again. “What’s wrong? What did I say?” He sounded like he had gotten off the bed and come up behind me.
“I don’t have a mother,” I whispered, hugging my arms gently. “Or at least I don’t know her.”
“How’s that possible?” He asked, pulling me to him and hugging me from behind. “Everyone has a mother.”
“I was abandoned at birth outside of my dad’s house,” I muttered. “My dad said he didn’t see anyone when he found me.”
“I’m sorry, Nami,” Grimmjow whispered in my ear. I turned around and looked up at him, reaching up but growling angrily as someone knocked on the door.
“Why the hell do people call so early in the damn morning?” I hissed as I wrenched the door open hard, an irritated look on my face. “Do you need something, Ulquiorra?”
“Lord Aizen has sent me to retrieve you,” The emotionless man murmured.
“Retrieve? Really? I didn’t fucking run away, I’m right here.” I growled, opening the door wider. “Just wait outside, alright? I need to get dressed.”
He glared at me but said nothing, moving to stand right next to the door as I shut it. I moved to the closet, pulling out a new pair of shorts and another shirt. “Now I’m in a bad mood. I may just make sure that I don’t put a kido on certain people just because I’m so pissed off.”
“Do that and they might actually kill you,” Grimmjow sighed, turning around. I watched him from the corner of my eye as I pulled my clothes off, putting the new ones on immediately. When I’d finished, I jumped on his back.
“Yeah… maybe they will. But, as Aizen said, I’m their weapon of mass destruction and I will be used as such until I am no longer needed.” I sighed, nuzzling the back of his neck and breathing in his scent.
He began walking, “I’m sure he’s going to need you for a while longer. You’re the most powerful arrancar he’s had yet.” He opened the door and walked out, Ulquiorra glaring at me as I smiled apologetically at him.
“You should laugh sometime, Ulquiorra. Maybe it’ll bring some color into that emotionless, dull life of yours.” I suggested calmly.
“And what makes you say that?” He asked, keeping his emotions in tune as he led the way to the roof.
“Seven days without a laugh makes one weak,” I replied, laying my chin on Grimmjow’s shoulder. “Laughter is the sun that drives the winter off of man’s face.”
“So, you think me weak?” He asked coldly.
“No, I think you are broken, as I am. I just pretend to be happy so that I don’t hurt others.”
“I am happy.”
“I think not,” I stared at the back of his head as he continued to walk, wondering if he were irritated yet. “I think you’re just as hurt as I am, if not more.”
Ulquiorra gave an annoyed sigh and kept silent for the rest of the way, bringing us out into the sunlight. I hopped off of Grimmjow’s back and stretched, clapping my hands together and murmuring, “Protect their minds from her deathly screams,” I paused and continued, “Kido #192 Deafen! (Not real I know, I just made it up)”
I watched as a black barrier covered everyone’s ears, inside the building and outside. Slowly drawing my sword, I took in a deep breath and whispered, “Scream, Dark Angel.” As I twirled the blade around, it changed into a flute again. Motioning for everyone to step back, I closed my eyes and murmured, “Ban… kai!”
~Angel’s POV~
I hissed happily as Nami called her bankai again, allowing me to take control and transform her into me, letting her be the spirit. As the light finished and died down, I grinned at the five men standing around me.
“Just be glad she fixed your ears up,” I growled calmly. “Otherwise my words would be shredding your minds into tiny pieces… and my scream would be worse. Now, bring out your hollow, let me show you what happens to those listening in.”
Aizen motioned towards the ground at three huge hollows, “They are yours to toy with.”
“This is going to be child’s play,” I scoffed, running between the silver haired man Nami called Gin and the emotionless man she called Ulquiorra. I leapt off the roof, falling down some before I flapped my wings hard to catch myself. There was no other wind to hold me up here, really so I sunk lower to the ground until I could pull my wings in and land. The three hollows immediately charged at me, finding me vulnerable and weak since I carried no weapon. Opening my mouth wide, I let out a blood curdling scream, the sound waves piercing them and, taking a moment, making their heads explode. I let out a bubbly laugh as raised my arms into the air. “It would take longer for a Soul Reaper or an Arrancar’s head to explode, but that’s the just of it.”
“Well done,” Aizen nodded with approval. “Now, as Nami had already released her shikai, I presume that you are the one that goes into resureccion?”
“Naturally,” I nodded slowly. “As Nami prefers to keep her bloodlust down, I am the only one who can go into resureccion without completely destroying myself. Nami would not be able to handle the lust for blood and beg her opponent to kill her. Her Aspect of Death is Love, after all. I do not share that Aspect though as I have always been a ‘blood thirsty bitch’ according to Nami and her friend Strawberry Dragon.”
“Good,” Aizen chuckled. “How do you go into your resureccion?”
I held out my hand, “Nami.” A zanpakuto appeared in my hand and the men watched me as I unsheathed it, blowing on the blade gently before murmuring, “Itami o motarasu, Nami.”
Another flash of light and I looked down. I’d never went into resureccion and I doubted there would be another time, so I looked myself over. One of my wings was white and the other black and I had two shades of hair color. The half of my hair that was on the side of the white wing was pink and the other half was black. I looked up at Aizen and saw myself reflected in his brown eyes. I frowned, it appeared that half of my face was Nami’s and the other half was mine. I also noticed that we had the same face except for our eyes and hair color. As I reached back to feel the wings, I felt that the black one was an actual wing and the white was made from the hollow mask Nami had worn.
“So, to awaken Nami in zanpakuto form, you say ‘Bring them Pain?’” Gin asked, his smile in place. “That’s quite an odd saying for the arrancar that died for love.”
“Yes, it would be odd for her if she were an arrancar at the moment,” As I spoke, I heard Nami’s voice mixed with mine. “But, as she is a zanpakuto, her personality as become more like Ulquiorra over there and she will do her master’s bidding.”
“But you’re not her master,” I heard Nami’s little boy toy call out, irritating the fuck out of me. “She told me before she died that she belonged to me and no one else. So, really, I am the master.”
“And as the master, I would suggest you shut the hell up before I kill you!” I yelled at him, hearing Nami’s cry within my mind. “Just because you own her does not mean that you can order her around in zanpakuto form. She does as I command.”
“I’m afraid Grimmjow is right, Angel.” Aizen called out, frowning thoughtfully, “Nami has been branded with Grimmjow’s number and, if you’ll look, you will find that it is still branded on the left side of you.”
I hissed and ripped the shirt open, glaring down at the number six on Nami’s boob. The hollow hole sat directly under the breast, beneath where her heart should’ve been. I growled in outrage, glaring at Grimmjow. “You do not control her! She is not yours to control!”
Stop! Nami yelled in my head, Go to sleep, Angel!
I gasped and fell backwards, blacking out before I hit the ground.
~Grimmjow’s POV~
“Damnit!” I yelled and raced to catch her as she fell. “How the hell did this happen?”
Aizen walked up beside me and sighed, “It appears Nami knew what she was going to do before Angel could act. She must have put herself to sleep.”
I glanced up at Aizen, holding my tongue as he examined Nami. He frowned, motioning towards wounds that had never been there before, “It would appear that her body tries to break itself down when Angel goes into resureccion. She and Nami are constantly fighting against each other, mentally clashing their blades and slicing at each other to see which one will win. The higher Angel’s reiatsu, the more changes occur to Nami’s body. Yesterday it was the hair length, today it is the wings.”
“Wings?” I asked absently before feeling the feathers. “Damnit! I wish this would stop happening!”
“And why’s that?” Aizen asked calmly.
I paused, “I didn’t want her to become an arrancar. I wanted her to stay a soul reaper and live as a soul reaper should. But she didn’t want that… she seems like she doesn’t want it now that she’s alive again. I’m not completely sure she wanted to be an arrancar, which is the real reason she pulled her zanpakuto out.”
“Since when have you ever felt anything for anyone, Grimmjow Jeagerjaques? She is just a little girl that stays in your room, is she not?” Kaname called out to me.
“No, she’s not just some little girl,” I spat back. “I l- I don’t know how to describe it!”
Ulquiorra narrowed his eyes at me but the action didn’t appear to have happened a second before. The others just stared down at me, slightly confused and slightly bored. Or in Aizen’s case, just completely bored.
“Just take her to Orihime,” He grumbled.
~End~
Shorter but I liked it enough. I’m busy on my site right now so I will write more tomorrow or when I get home (I’m going home Sunday :D). I hope no one completely hates me by now since I fucked up Grimmjow’s personality. I’m trying to find Aizen’s downfall in the Japanese Episodes so that I can laugh at him. Lol I ha- don’t like his guts. Thank you and have a wonderful night.
Btw, I think I’m going to make Angel’s theme song, ‘Angel of Darkness’. I don’t know who sings it but it’s a girl.
~Kayler teh Sailor~
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