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Post by Ulquiorra Cifer on Aug 20, 2015 16:38:01 GMT -6
Ulquiorra smirked and tore the door from her grasp, causing her to stumble and nearly trip as the action forced both of them back into his suite. He leaned down, staring into her wide, annoyed blue eyes. “You should have thought of that before you decided to spit on my generosity, woman.” He leaned back again. “You’ve escaped twice. The first time you got away with a warning. This time, however, is different. Besides,” he turned around and picked up a book before sitting at the couch, “I would think that you would be most gracious after you were saved from the joint attentions of Sexta and Quinta.”
Kita stood erect, glaring at the Fourth as he sat to the couch with his book in hand, “Where the hell am I going to go from inside this room? There are no windows; and I am sorry, but jumping off the balcony is not something I think I will be doing without some kind of help."
Ulquiorra chuckled. “Feeling the bite of justice already, woman?” he murmured. He looked up again. “There’s a windowless bedroom. You may change in there - with the door open. That is as close as you will get to your precious privacy.” He turned back to his book. “Hurry up. Lord Aizen commanded that your particular outfit be removed. If you are slow enough, I will do it for you.”
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Aug 20, 2015 16:58:19 GMT -6
Kita looked to the room where the Fourth pointed she walked over opening the door. The room was dark with no light what so ever, she stepped in the room thinking a light would come on but it did not. She then turned and felt the wall finding no light switch. "This room is dark I can't see two foot in front of me."
"Deal with it," the Fourth told her.
Shaking her head she tossed her things to the floor in a fit and stormed over to a chair in the room where Ulquiorra was sitting and plopped down in it. Her arms crossed over her chest as she looked straight ahead.
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Post by Ulquiorra Cifer on Aug 20, 2015 17:09:24 GMT -6
For a moment, nothing happened, but then Ulquiorra sighed. “I suppose my Master was right. You do live for this.”
A moment later, he appeared in front of her, slapped her to the ground, and tore the kimono from her form. Kita growled and tried to hit him. In another lightning move, the Fourth wrenched her around and pinned both hands above her head against the cold floor. His hot breath slithered down her back as she lay half-stunned on her stomach. “You seem to think what you want matters to me, but right now, that is forfeit. Do you understand me?”
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Aug 20, 2015 17:25:22 GMT -6
"GET OFF ME!!" Kita screamed as she gathered her strength. The same force she used on the void wall pushed Ulquiorra off the top of her, sending him back toward the couch as he landed in a seated position there. Kita got up, grabbing a large piece of the kimono and covered her breasts.
"I am not helpless and I never will be. I may not be able to overpower you as it stands right now, but don't think you will not suffer backlash from me."
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Post by Ulquiorra Cifer on Aug 21, 2015 11:30:38 GMT -6
Ulquiorra’s eyes narrowed. Silence echoed on in the room, mixing with Kita’s panting as she recovered -- as darkness snuck in and crawled around the room. A deadly voice issued forth. “I have had it with your insubordination," it whispered, tone like the shadows itself, "this disobedience of trash.”
"Tozase, Murcielago."
The Espada vanished. Kita quickly stood to her feet and then - choked on her own breath as her body slammed into the nearest wall. “You are human. You are the lowest creation in any of the realms.” Ulquiorra faded in from the shadows, back in his first release, wrapped in white like a vengeful spirit, wings spread and horns shimmering with the moon. His reiatsu hummed around him - held back like the dust obsidian sky of a disaster front.
His hand clenched. “Losing touch with the natural world, thinking the power of will means that you can ignore the forces that control the universe. Projecting even more waste to desiccate the land.”
He sonido’ed in front of her, hand around her throat, cutting off her retort. “You hate the human race, Kita Miyamoto, for the hurt it does to the universe. Yet you think you’re above them because your friend escaped and the seraph gave you power. Power you have shaped into your own."
He paused.
“I will show you that the only reason you are above your blood is because of your power - the power of seraph which you are now without. Now, I will prove to you that you are nothing - nothing but trash.
His wings opened and he flew out the balcony, towards the dome, still holding his prey.
She would learn.
Moved
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Aug 23, 2015 21:32:43 GMT -6
"A New Outlook":
Kita woke to a dark room, all but the light of the moon seeping in from the open door as it cast its light across the bedroom floor. She sat up tossing back the blanket over her and pushing up to set on the edge of the bed, her feet touching the cold marble floor. Kita groaned softly as her head pound when she completely sat up, her hand lifting to the side of her head. Looking down at her feet she noticed she was dressed, she let her eyes travel up her body seeing she was in a basic white nightgown. She gave a silent scoff as she spoke in the silence of the room.
"I am sure he had fun getting me dressed. Then again he is such a prude he probably had a female fraccion dress me."
She shook her head placing her hands beside her, pushing up to a stand. Once standing she looked around the dark room. No bathroom. She looked back to the bed seeing a folded uniform at the foot of the bed. She walked over picking it up in her arms and stepped toward the door. When she exited the room she saw Ulquiorra reading in the main room at the table near the balcony, he looked up to her as she walked toward him.
Stopping a few yards from him she stood with no expression on her face or in her eyes, her still folded clothes clutched to her chest. "Is it alright if I get a shower? I feel...nasty."
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Post by Ulquiorra Cifer on Aug 23, 2015 23:55:16 GMT -6
Ulquiorra’s still expression didn’t change as he nodded. “Do as you will,” he murmured. He pointed towards his own bathroom and then looked back to his book, waiting for her to depart. She did so without another word. As the bathroom door closed, he raised an eyebrow. An intriguing switch. He turned back to his current endeavor. But still nothing worth noticing beyond a moment. For now.
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Aug 24, 2015 14:56:45 GMT -6
Moments later, after her shower, dressed and hair pulled up off her neck and back; held up with a knot her mother taught her, Kita walked from the bathroom. Her new uniform consisted of a sleeveless top that V'ed in the front and zipped from the waistline to the dip in the V. There was no collar and the hem of the top sat snugly to her hips. The bottoms were the average hakamas, but from the sides, flesh showed from the belt to about mid-thigh. The belt a normal black and the top trimmed in black around the neck and down the front. Her feet dressed with sandals.
She walked across the room in silence to avoid disturbing the Fourth until her stomach growled loudly. Her cheeks flushed as she quickly looked to--then away--from the Espada, her hand over her stomach. She wondered how long she had been asleep with as hungry as she felt.
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Post by Ulquiorra Cifer on Aug 24, 2015 15:21:32 GMT -6
“Food will be arriving shortly,” the Espada muttered in the same tone as before.
Once again, he looked to his book. The woman had become quite quiet, and then there were the changes to her appearance. Revealing her flesh, as she didn’t care if others’ attention strayed to it, and pulling her hair up, giver her a sterner appearance. But she had just risen from a three day rest. He needed more time to be assured of this ‘change of heart.’
A moment later, the door opened and a fraccion walked in with a tray of food, sandwiches, fruit, a slice of coffee cake and - he raised his eyebrows. A wine bottle.
The fraccion bowed. “A welcome home, gift, my lady, complements of the King of Las Noches.”
Ulquiorra closed his book and stayed expressionless, waiting for the woman’s reply. It would seem that his Master would not be wasting any time in his testing of her new resolve.
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Aug 24, 2015 15:39:46 GMT -6
Kita chuckled softly, walking toward the fraccion, her eyes on the wine bottle. "Aizen himself, huh?" She stopped at the coffee table where he had sat the tray as she picked up the bottle and looked at it.
"Bourdeaux; 1879...Spare no expense I see," she looked up at Ulquiorra a sly grin across her lips as Kita's hand with the wine bottle extended; the wine bottle now air born as it tumbled bottom over top. "Chill that Cuatro. We will enjoy a glass after I get some food in my stomach." She looked back to the fraccion. "You're still here?" Her tone snide and rude toward the fraccion.
"You have done your part. You can leave now." She stepped up to the fraccion as he backed away unsure what to do as he looked to the Fourth. "Why are you looking to him. He is not going to save your ass. Go."
The fraccion turned and walked toward the door. "Do tell Aizen his gift will be very much enjoyed."
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Post by Ulquiorra Cifer on Aug 24, 2015 16:22:34 GMT -6
Ulquiorra raised his eyebrows as she tossed the wine bottle upwards, catching the barrel as she said something about chilling it. In a friendly manner. As if -
He shook his head. “Learn your surroundings, woman. It’s not very impressive not to know your own rooms.” He turned on his heel, entering the kitchenette around the corner.
Preparing the wine bucket, he set Aizen’s wine aside before looking out towards Hueco Mundo - analyzing Kita’s interaction with the fraccion. Cold, demanding, aloof. An attitude that seemed to complement the distant amusement at Aizen’s gift. And even her aura did not taste of despair or even tears.
The Fourth had to wonder if she really cared about anything but this new fate.
He smirked quietly.
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Aug 24, 2015 16:37:29 GMT -6
After the fraccion left the room Kita turned grabbing an apple from the tray, she lifted it to her mouth taking a bite as she turned seeing Ulquiorra standing between the rooms. She stepped his way, apple in hand as she took another bite. "As for your comment about knowing my surroundings?" She stopped in front of him then turned quickly with her arms outstretched. "This is your room, not mine." She turned back and looked at him.
Her brows raised at him as she chuckled softly, "my room don't have the luxury yours does." She lifted her hands in front of her as she made him aware of her accommodations in her tiny corner of Las Noches. "I have a bed... and a bathroom. Wooohooo..." Kita said as her hand lifted at the side of her head, her index finger turning in tiny circles.
She turned quickly again and walked back over to the tray grabbing a sandwich as she sat on the couch. "You going to to join me?" Kita asked patting the cushion next to her.
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Post by Ulquiorra Cifer on Aug 24, 2015 21:19:41 GMT -6
“Your accommodations will change with time,” the Espada murmured, ignoring the cushion beside her and taking the open opposite her. He still needed to observe her - take note of all the details that had changed. He took an unripe pear and bit into the tart flesh. “For now, you should search what you have here. I am not at your beck and call to explain and you can return to your room at night. I need not remind what will happen if you do something foolish again.”
He lowered the fruit, an idea coming to mind. “Tell me, woman, what are your thoughts on those you feel around you, specifically Lord Aizen, Gin Ichimaru, and ….” he paused, “Yumiko Ryouma?”
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Aug 24, 2015 21:39:30 GMT -6
Kita swallowed the food in her mouth with a shrug to Ulquiorra's question. "Aizen is still an ass." She smiled slyly as his eyes narrowed at her, "sorry. I call it like I see it. Yumiko is naive and easy to manipulate, but she is my best friend and Gin," she grinned madly, looking to the Fourth with a tilt of head.
"He is the man I love and I will kill anyone that tries to take him away from me. Be it another woman or your Master." She grew silent for a second as she took another bite of her sandwich then looked to Ulquiorra after taking a drink of her water. "You know if you really want me to behave; you could bring Gin to me... its been awhile."
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Post by Ulquiorra Cifer on Aug 24, 2015 23:22:43 GMT -6
Ulquiorra scoffed and waved a hand. “Take it up with Aizen. Unless he deems it worth it, you will not be seeing that man.” He looked to his pear and took another bite, turning it over after reaching a riper section. “If that is your wish, I suggest you prove your obedience.”
The Fourth pondered on her answers from what limited information he had been given in regards to her. Even if his Master would make a better evaluation, it was his duty to make his own observation as well. His eyes rose to regard the woman as she continued to eat. If he had to find a few words to describe her change, it would have to be a term he’d heard from Octava. Her wires were crossed, so to speak. She still cared for those around her and didn’t admire his master; but now, she had a slight bite to her in regards to existence in general and there was a just enough respect for her surroundings to keep her head intact.
At least, until her boundaries were pushed.
He finished the pear and cleaned his hands on a napkin.
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