Continued From: If The Crown Fits
While Ulquiorra was entertaining in Karakura, Aizen was busy back in Las Noches readying his descent. He stood in his throne room waiting for his fellow travelers, which were joining him on his undertakings.
A wide wicked grin crossed his face when Gin entered the room first.
“What do you say to a little added confusion to the endeavour?”
A smirk much like his master's formed on the silver-haired reaper's lips. "Music to my ears," he purred in reply. "What would you have me do this time?"
Aizen walked toward his comrade as he spoke. "Would you like to be a messenger?"
Gin chuckled. "What kind of messenger, old friend? Who gets the bad news?"
The long lanky Espada walked in the room seeing Aizen and the silver haired fox talking. He stopped a few yards back as he listened to their conversation.
Aizen chuckled lightly. "This time it will be music to their ears." Aizen paused looking the Fifths way. His eyes then drifted back to Gin. "I think you know who I am referring to. Bring them with you. You can catch up with us in Karakura. You know where to find us."
Nnoitra bowed his head slightly when his master looked his way.
With a wide smile much like the devil's on his features, Gin bowed. "Indeed I do. I'll join you soon." He shunpo’ed out of the Throne Room.
Aizen looked to Nnoitra once more. "We wait for one more. Then we will be on our way."
"He is going along?!" Nnoitra growled under his breath. "I can do this alone. We don't need him."
Aizen gave Nnoitra a displeased look as he turned walking over to his throne. "We wait. He will be here soon enough." Aizen sat as he and Nnoitra waited.
Again Nnoitra growled under his breath. He walked over to the near by wall and perched himself against it in the shadows as they waited. "The little bastard better hurry. I am not the patient type." Nnoitra said quietly.
"Knowing you, you will probably end up screwing up the plan,". Zeshin replied calmly walking up behind Nnoitra. Kita followed in behind Zeshin quiet as a mouse. Her head bowed slightly to Lord Aizen and Lord Nnoitra.
Nnoitra looked slightly over his shoulder at Zeshin with a scowl look on his face. His eyes then moved to Kita. "After this and you're dead. I will take good care of the woman for you." Nnoitra pushed off the wall and strode up to Kita. He took her chin in his hand and made her look up at him. "I think you would have more fun hanging out with me anyway," he told her.
Kita jerked her head from Nnoitra's grasp a disgusted look on her face. "Don't touch me. I belong to Master Ulquiorra. Not Zeshin. And I WILL NEVER belong to you." She glared up at him as their eyes locked.
Zeshin silently walked over and lifted Kita by the throat and slammed her into the wall. "What was that you said my dear," he asked with a sadistic grin and eyes that held no emotion. "I am your Master, not that traitorous bat who has defied Father," he said in a calm even manner as he threatened to crush her throat by tightening his grip. Not allowing her the air to respond.
Aizen stood not saying a word as he watched the group before him.
Kita choked hard as Zeshin held her by her throat against the wall. Her eyes narrowing ever so slightly more. "I belong to Master Ulquiorra." She barely spoke as he held her there. "I will never belong to you either."
Slight irritation flickered in Zeshin’s eyes. Upon hearing her speak he crushed her throat completely.
Nnoitra only watched the show as the big shot Zeshin pushed his weight around with the defenceless Kita. A gruesome grin crossed his face as he heard Kita's larynx being crushed.
"A fitting end for the little bitch." He thought to himself, but he knew Lord Aizen would not be pleased if she died.
"Now you shall never utter those words again. How can you call one who has betrayed Father your Master? You will never see me stab him in the back!" Confusion spread across his face for a moment as though he were looking in the past, but it vanished so fast he doubt anyone saw. It was as though that second had been erased from his memory.
It all happened so quickly Kita was not sure what act went into effect first. Her throat was crushed and she was unable to speak and could hardly breath. However, her legs were strong and in the second Zeshin seems elsewhere. She lifted her legs kicking him hard and square in the chest. Zeshin slid back a few steps as Kita fell to the floor on her knees, one of her hands at her throat as she fought to breath.
"Zeshin!" Aizen growled. He looked to Kita on the floor. It would be only moments and she would be dead. He rubbed at his temple with narrowed eyes at Zeshin. "You fool!" Aizen growled, "Now finish her!"
Kita quickly looked to Aizen with his words. Her eyes wide wondering if this was the end for her.
"Don't worry Father, I haven't killed her. I localized the damage to her vocal chords." He stared down at her, "She will be in pain, but her breathing will return to normal. She will just never speak again." He lifted her chin with one finger knowing it would hurt a lot, "I could numb the pain, but not till she learns some respect."
Nnoitra listened as Zeshin explained the situation to Aizen. He then turned with a disgusted look.
"Weak ass Espada!" Nnoitra said stepping away from them. "Kill her and get it over with. Stop showing her ass mercy."
Zeshin chose to ignore Nnoitra and his comment as he lifted her head she cringed in pain her wide eyes narrowing at the very sight of his teal eyes. She could not speak but her lips moved.
"Bastard..." she mouthed at him.
Aizen watched them both. Kita on the floor as Zeshin hovered over her looking down into her eyes. He could not hear her words, but he read the movement of her lips. He chuckled softly walking toward them. "We leave now."
Nnoitra nodded with Aizen's last order that it was time to leave.
Aizen turned with a wave of hand as the garguanta opened slowly before him. He stepped through the gate uncaring of who fell behind or who followed. His slow steady steps giving slight echo off the floor as he walked forward toward their destination. None of them spoke a word as they followed behind.
Continued To: Objective?
