Standing before Uryu was a small boy of 5 years old. His chalk-pale skin was a stark contrast to his ebony hair. His green eyes didn't hold the curious sparkle common in most children. Yet, despite his مجموعی طور پر appearance of a human child, he had a reiatsu that matched what was at the scene of the accident exactly.
"Eh? A kid?!" Kon said, staring at the child in disbelief. "Look, kid, I don't know what آپ did bu-ARGH!" He covered his face and stepped back after being punched سے طرف کی the back of Uryu's fist.
Uryu kneeled on the ground so that he was eye level with the boy, hoping to figure out what was going on سے طرف کی talking to him. "Are آپ lost?"
The boy کہا nothing, instead slowly raising his finger, pointing at the three standing before him. A small, green light began forming at the tip of his finger. Uryu's eyes widened. That was...a Cero!
"Get out of the way!" He yelled to the two mod-souls, half-pushing them away just before the green Cero was fired. There was obviously no talking to...whatever this kid was. Uryu held his arm out, his Quincy bow forming in his hand. Good thing nobody was nearby. The child, however, didn't look intimidated in the least. Before Uryu had a chance to realize what was going on, the child vanished, suddenly behind the Quincy using a step very similar to Shunpo. Uryu fell آگے as he was kicked in the back with a force equivalent to that of a strong adult.
Getting back to his feet, Uryu fired an arrow at the kid. The arrow hit the ground as the child once again stepped aside far too quickly. The kid was fast...and strong. How could a small body contain so much power?
"Pickin' on a kid? Why, that's terrible."
Uryu spun around, gasping in disbelief when he found the ذریعہ of the voice. "You!"
Standing behind him was Ichimaru, former Captain of Squad 3.
"Hey. It's been a while." Ichimaru کہا with a small wave.
Uryu glared, pointing his bow in the Shinigami's direction. "What are آپ doing here?"
"What am I doing? It's مزید like what are آپ doing, tryin' ta fight with a little kid!"
"Don't give me that." Uryu growled. "Tell me what آپ and this...kid are doing here."
Ichimaru put his finger to his chin, as if thinking about whether یا not he was going to say anything. "Hmmm...nah, I don't think آپ need ta know."
The Quincy finally gave up conversation and shot several arrows at Ichimaru. The Shinigami only smiled and dodged, appearing behind Uryu. Uryu spun around, ready to آگ کے, آگ again, but Ichimaru grabbed his wrist.
"I should turn ya in for attempted murder. Tell 'em ya caused that explosion then tried ta kill a kid. They're panicked, so they won't bother ta ask questions."
"What are آپ trying to accomplish?"
"Accomplish? Hmmm...is world domination what ya wanna hear? Anyway, I have ta get goin'. No time to play." He released his grip on Ishida and walked over to Ulquiorra, who had been simply watching the entire time. Hoping to take advantage while Ichimaru's back was turned, Uryu released several arrows, once of which barely missed Ichimaru's head.
Ichimaru sighed. "Can't just make it easy, can ya? Oh well, your choice." He turned around, his sword drawn. "Shoot 'im dead, Shinso."
Ishida attempted to dodge the attack, but Ichimaru's sword still managed to impale his right shoulder, knocking him back and pinning him to a tree. When Shinso retracted, Ichimaru turned his attention back to the small Espada.
"C'mon, let's go. I wanna get back home. Aizen's waitin'" He picked up Ulquiorra, who didn't resist, and took off, leaving Ishida beside the tree, clutching his shoulder and wondering what was going on.
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"Ichigo!" Rukia called, signaling for him to come over.
"What is it, Rukia?"
"Can آپ feel it? A reiatsu similar to that from the explosion, it's nearby."
Ichigo stopped for a moment, trying to find the reiatsu Rukia was talking about. She was right. Not too far from where they were standing was an energy similar to that of a Hollow's, only مزید powerful. He nodded. "Yeah, I feel it."
The two searched the outskirts of the crowd for the ذریعہ of the reiatsu. There were still a lot of people gathered around, so it was slightly difficult to pinpoint exactly who it was coming from. From among the crowd, a little boy with dark skin and a bald head turned to Rukia. At first, she figured he just happened to be looking in her direction, but he kept staring right at her. As he approached her, she realized he was the one they had been looking for.
"I'm looking for somebody." The little boy said, "Can آپ help me?"
Rukia opened her mouth to speak, but couldn't seem to find her voice. What was this child? He didn't seem to have any bad intentions, but if he was a normal human child, there was no way he should be able to se her, never mind his reiatsu level.
"Can you?" He repeated, breaking Rukia out of her thoughts.
"It's too crowded to talk here, could آپ follow us somewhere with less people?" Rukia asked, hoping the boy would agree. If people saw him talking to thin air, they would think something was wrong and probably take him away.
The boy nodded. Rukia called to Ichigo, and the three found an area behind a building where there were no people around. Rukia was surprised the boy followed them at all, but he didn't seem scared at all. Rukia kneeled down so she was at the boy's eye level while Ichigo remained standing, watching carefully.
"Now, who is it آپ are looking for?" She asked as calmly as she could.
"A man with brown hair and brown eyes. His name is Aizen."
The Shinigami both froze, staring at the boy. He blinked, looking back and forth between them as if trying to discern if he did something wrong.
"Rukia..." Ichigo muttered, not taking his eyes off the boy.
"I know, but what can we do? He doesn't seem to have any ill intentions..."
"You can give him to me."
Ichigo and Rukia tore their gaze away from the boy and to the man that had spoken.
"Tousen!" Ichigo yelled, grabbing the hilt of his sword, ready to fight.
The ex-Captain held up a hand. "I'm not here to fight, I just want the boy."
"What is he to you?" The substitute Shinigami asked, not taking his hand of his sword.
"That...is none of your concern. Zommari, come."
The boy nodded, turned his back to the Shinigami, and followed Tousen around the corner and out of sight.
"Wait!" Ichigo called after the two, jumping آگے and meaning to go after them, but Rukia threw her arm out in front of him, stopping him. "What are آپ doing? We have to stop them-"
"Ichigo!" Rukia yelled, silencing the substitute Shinigami. "We can't just fight them here, in the middle of Kurakara. He wasn't here to fight us, so we will not give him one."
Ichigo gave a frustrated sigh. He hated to admit it, but Rukia was right. As much as he wanted to chase after Tousen and that kid, he couldn't start a fight here, it would panic the people even مزید and somebody could get hurt. "Alright, let's go find Ishida."
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Gasps and murmurs followed the two men walking down the street. Males looked disgusted, females looked horrified. All eyes turned to them, though usually not for very long. Some people seemed to have a hard time looking away, despite how scared they were. It was one of those sights that, for some reason, kept drawing one's gaze even though it hurt to look at.
"Ah, just listen to the gasps of amazement as they gaze upon my beauty!" One of the men said. His short-sleeved tight شرٹ, قمیض just barely covered his chest, دکھانا off all the muscles of his abdomen. His pants were worn about as low as was decent.
"No es exacto, Charlotte. I think they are scared, not amazed." The سیکنڈ man said. He was skinny and fully clothed, unlike the one beside him. In fact, he was almost normal looking, other than the fact his blond hair reached his waist and it looked as if he had purple eye-shadow around both eyes.
"Hah! What do آپ know about beauty, Findor?"
A young girl and her mother passed by, the former staring at شارلٹ with a mixture of terror and confusion. The Arrancar winked and blew a kiss to her. The little girl burst into tears, clinging to her mother's skirt.
"Now آپ are making kids cry." Findor said. He sighed. "And we still haven't found His Majesty. We probably would have found him سے طرف کی now, if آپ hadn't insisted on going to that spa."
"But they made me so beautiful! My skin, it's so soft! آپ would have done well to come in too! See how soft my skin is, touch it!"
"I don't want to."
"Come now, touch it!"
"I'm not going to touch it."
"Touch it!" شارلٹ yelled, grabbing his fellow fraccion's wrist. The smaller man resisted, trying to pull away. سے طرف کی now, all human activity had ceased as everyone nearby stared at the two gender-confused men, struggling with each other in the middle of the sidewalk.
"Excuse me, what are آپ two doing?!" A man's voice said, stepping out of a دکان and in front of the two. "No wait, I don't want to know what آپ are doing, just remove yourselves from in front of my store."
Findor and شارلٹ stopped, taking a step away from each other and turning to the man.
"Actually, we are looking for a child." The blond explained.
The man raised an eyebrow. "A child?"
"Exacta."
"Exacta? آپ two aren't from around here, are you?"
"Exacta!"
The man looked about ready to kick the two off the sidewalk and let them be run over. "Look, I haven't seen a stray kid, but if there's any child in the care of آپ two, I hope a protection agency has found him already, now get out of here یا I'm calling the cops!"
"Let's go, Charlotte." Findor said, walking سے طرف کی the man. "I don't think His Majesty is here anyway."
شارلٹ flipped his hair as he walked by, following Findor. He hoped they found Barragan soon. These humans just couldn't understand true beauty, and he was getting tired of being surrounded سے طرف کی ugly people.
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"You there! I'm hungry! I want a snack! Hey! Don't walk away! Fine. You, with the ugly little dog, yes you, get me something to eat!"
Standing atop a statue near the entrance to the park, Barragan shouted orders at anybody passing by. Much to his dismay, however, nobody was listening.
"I am the King and آپ are my servants! آپ must listen to me! Obey me!"
"Did somebody call the police?" A woman asked, looking up at the 5-year-old boy demanding everyone's attention.
"I did." Another woman said, holding up her cell phone. "They should be here any minute."
Sure enough, a couple منٹ later, a police car pulled up and two officers stepped out of their car.
"What seems to be the trouble here?"
The woman who called spoke up, "Well, Officers, this child is standing on a statue demanding people do to things for him. I'm not sure how he got there یا where his parents are, but something needs to be done."
The two men stepped up to the statue and looked up at Barragan, who pointed at them.
"You two! I am thirsty from yelling. Get me a drink."
"Boy, آپ need to come down from there."
"No, آپ need to get me a drink."
"No, آپ need to come down from there."
"I کہا get me a drink!"
"And I کہا come down from there!"
The officer's partner shook his head. Was a grown man seriously arguing with a five سال old? "Alright, enough!" He yelled, silencing them both. "You, little boy, need to come down. Now."
Barragan crossed his arms and sat stubbornly. "No."
The officer sighed. "If آپ don't come down, we will get you. Please just make it easy and come down. We can catch آپ if آپ have to jump."
"No."
The man gave an aggravated sigh. Out of all the things he could be doing right now, he had to get a little kid from a statue? He was ready to climb up there himself to grab the child when a voice called out from behind him.
"Your Majesty, there آپ are!"
"Findor! Where have آپ been? These people have not been listening to a word I've said!"
The blond Arrancar bowed. "I'm sorry to hear آپ are displeased. If آپ would come with me now, we can get آپ whatever it is آپ need."
Barragan nodded. "Catch me!" He commanded, then jumped down into Findor's arms.
The police officers couldn't believe what they were seeing. The سیکنڈ one was the first to speak. "Are آپ in charge of this child?"
"Exacta." The blond replied as Barragan climbed onto his shoulders.
"First off, آپ need to keep better track of this kid. Secondly, why are آپ treating him like a king? No wonder the kid is so demanding!"
Findor sighed. "Sorry, I don't have time to talk, gotta go."
The first policeman grabbed Findor's arm. "Hey, wait up there, buddy. We can't just let آپ go like that."
Findor turned to Charlotte, who he had left behind in attempt to make the recovery go a bit مزید smoothly. Apparently, that didn't work. The good thing was, he had another solution to the problem. "Hey, Charlotte, why don't آپ دکھائیں these good men آپ beauty?"
شارلٹ looked up with a hopeful expression. "You mean...?"
"Exacta."
In an instant, شارلٹ had his sword drawn. "Sparkle, Reina De Rosas!" he sang, spinning around in a دائرے, حلقہ like a ballet dancer. A bright flash of گلابی temporarily blinded everyone, giving Findor the moment he needed to start running. Once the light had subsided, a collective gasp rose from everyone close enough to see what was going on.
شارلٹ was now standing in high heels, a گلابی mantle flowing at his shoulders with a matching skirt. His سب, سب سے اوپر had gotten smaller and he was no longer wearing pants, barely covered سے طرف کی an indescribable مضمون of clothing. He spun in a دائرے, حلقہ again, stopping with his arms on his hips.
"Behold, true beauty!"
For a moment, all was silent. شارلٹ was sure they were all taking in his beauty, bathing in its rays. That is, until everyone started screaming insults, covering their children's eyes and demanding the man be taken away.
"You are under arrest for indecency!" The سیکنڈ police officer yelled, doing his best to address شارلٹ without looking much at him.
Charlotte's mouth dropped open. "What? Indecency? What blasphemy is this?! آپ ugly people clearly do not know true beauty when آپ see it!"
The people were in an uproar and nobody was listening. The two police officers looked torn between running away themselves and doing their jobs سے طرف کی walking up to شارلٹ and arresting him, afraid to touch him.
"Let's go!" Findor called, already too far away for the police to do anything about him.
شارلٹ took off after his fellow fraccion, crying about how nobody appreciated beauty. Findor ignored him.
"Are آپ okay, Your Majesty?"
"I am now."
"Good, we are going back home."
"And away from this place filled with ugly, ugly people!" شارلٹ yelled. He wanted to leave and never come back.
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"Hey, Ulquiorra?" Ichimaru asked as he opened Garganta. "Why did ya cause that explosion anyway? Just curious."
"They were trash."
Trash, of course. He should have known better. Hopefully Aizen wouldn't be too angry over the destruction. Ichimaru was actually happy with it. The Quincy was so fun to tease since he was always so serious, it had made an otherwise horrible دن a bit مزید interesting.
Sensing his fellow Shinigam nearby, Ichimaru turned around. "Ah, Tousen. Oh, آپ got Zommari!"
Tousen nodded. "And آپ have Ulquiorra. I believe شارلٹ and Findor are on the way with Barragan as well."
Ichimaru gave a large sigh of relief. "Whew! That makes all of 'em! Good!" The sun was beginning to set now, it had taken them the entire دن to find the Espada. Ichimaru concluded it was the longest دن of his life- which technically wasn't even over yet. Though, at least now he wouldn't have to track down the brats. Maybe Aizen would let him tie them up. Then nobody would have to worry about them. Was there an Espada-proof rope? Maybe Szayel had something in his lab they could use.
Charlotte's voice could be heard as he approached, still ranting about how very ugly the town was. Good, that meant Barragan was back. With the final three Espada gathered, the Shinigami and fraccion walked through the portal and back home.
"Eh? A kid?!" Kon said, staring at the child in disbelief. "Look, kid, I don't know what آپ did bu-ARGH!" He covered his face and stepped back after being punched سے طرف کی the back of Uryu's fist.
Uryu kneeled on the ground so that he was eye level with the boy, hoping to figure out what was going on سے طرف کی talking to him. "Are آپ lost?"
The boy کہا nothing, instead slowly raising his finger, pointing at the three standing before him. A small, green light began forming at the tip of his finger. Uryu's eyes widened. That was...a Cero!
"Get out of the way!" He yelled to the two mod-souls, half-pushing them away just before the green Cero was fired. There was obviously no talking to...whatever this kid was. Uryu held his arm out, his Quincy bow forming in his hand. Good thing nobody was nearby. The child, however, didn't look intimidated in the least. Before Uryu had a chance to realize what was going on, the child vanished, suddenly behind the Quincy using a step very similar to Shunpo. Uryu fell آگے as he was kicked in the back with a force equivalent to that of a strong adult.
Getting back to his feet, Uryu fired an arrow at the kid. The arrow hit the ground as the child once again stepped aside far too quickly. The kid was fast...and strong. How could a small body contain so much power?
"Pickin' on a kid? Why, that's terrible."
Uryu spun around, gasping in disbelief when he found the ذریعہ of the voice. "You!"
Standing behind him was Ichimaru, former Captain of Squad 3.
"Hey. It's been a while." Ichimaru کہا with a small wave.
Uryu glared, pointing his bow in the Shinigami's direction. "What are آپ doing here?"
"What am I doing? It's مزید like what are آپ doing, tryin' ta fight with a little kid!"
"Don't give me that." Uryu growled. "Tell me what آپ and this...kid are doing here."
Ichimaru put his finger to his chin, as if thinking about whether یا not he was going to say anything. "Hmmm...nah, I don't think آپ need ta know."
The Quincy finally gave up conversation and shot several arrows at Ichimaru. The Shinigami only smiled and dodged, appearing behind Uryu. Uryu spun around, ready to آگ کے, آگ again, but Ichimaru grabbed his wrist.
"I should turn ya in for attempted murder. Tell 'em ya caused that explosion then tried ta kill a kid. They're panicked, so they won't bother ta ask questions."
"What are آپ trying to accomplish?"
"Accomplish? Hmmm...is world domination what ya wanna hear? Anyway, I have ta get goin'. No time to play." He released his grip on Ishida and walked over to Ulquiorra, who had been simply watching the entire time. Hoping to take advantage while Ichimaru's back was turned, Uryu released several arrows, once of which barely missed Ichimaru's head.
Ichimaru sighed. "Can't just make it easy, can ya? Oh well, your choice." He turned around, his sword drawn. "Shoot 'im dead, Shinso."
Ishida attempted to dodge the attack, but Ichimaru's sword still managed to impale his right shoulder, knocking him back and pinning him to a tree. When Shinso retracted, Ichimaru turned his attention back to the small Espada.
"C'mon, let's go. I wanna get back home. Aizen's waitin'" He picked up Ulquiorra, who didn't resist, and took off, leaving Ishida beside the tree, clutching his shoulder and wondering what was going on.
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"Ichigo!" Rukia called, signaling for him to come over.
"What is it, Rukia?"
"Can آپ feel it? A reiatsu similar to that from the explosion, it's nearby."
Ichigo stopped for a moment, trying to find the reiatsu Rukia was talking about. She was right. Not too far from where they were standing was an energy similar to that of a Hollow's, only مزید powerful. He nodded. "Yeah, I feel it."
The two searched the outskirts of the crowd for the ذریعہ of the reiatsu. There were still a lot of people gathered around, so it was slightly difficult to pinpoint exactly who it was coming from. From among the crowd, a little boy with dark skin and a bald head turned to Rukia. At first, she figured he just happened to be looking in her direction, but he kept staring right at her. As he approached her, she realized he was the one they had been looking for.
"I'm looking for somebody." The little boy said, "Can آپ help me?"
Rukia opened her mouth to speak, but couldn't seem to find her voice. What was this child? He didn't seem to have any bad intentions, but if he was a normal human child, there was no way he should be able to se her, never mind his reiatsu level.
"Can you?" He repeated, breaking Rukia out of her thoughts.
"It's too crowded to talk here, could آپ follow us somewhere with less people?" Rukia asked, hoping the boy would agree. If people saw him talking to thin air, they would think something was wrong and probably take him away.
The boy nodded. Rukia called to Ichigo, and the three found an area behind a building where there were no people around. Rukia was surprised the boy followed them at all, but he didn't seem scared at all. Rukia kneeled down so she was at the boy's eye level while Ichigo remained standing, watching carefully.
"Now, who is it آپ are looking for?" She asked as calmly as she could.
"A man with brown hair and brown eyes. His name is Aizen."
The Shinigami both froze, staring at the boy. He blinked, looking back and forth between them as if trying to discern if he did something wrong.
"Rukia..." Ichigo muttered, not taking his eyes off the boy.
"I know, but what can we do? He doesn't seem to have any ill intentions..."
"You can give him to me."
Ichigo and Rukia tore their gaze away from the boy and to the man that had spoken.
"Tousen!" Ichigo yelled, grabbing the hilt of his sword, ready to fight.
The ex-Captain held up a hand. "I'm not here to fight, I just want the boy."
"What is he to you?" The substitute Shinigami asked, not taking his hand of his sword.
"That...is none of your concern. Zommari, come."
The boy nodded, turned his back to the Shinigami, and followed Tousen around the corner and out of sight.
"Wait!" Ichigo called after the two, jumping آگے and meaning to go after them, but Rukia threw her arm out in front of him, stopping him. "What are آپ doing? We have to stop them-"
"Ichigo!" Rukia yelled, silencing the substitute Shinigami. "We can't just fight them here, in the middle of Kurakara. He wasn't here to fight us, so we will not give him one."
Ichigo gave a frustrated sigh. He hated to admit it, but Rukia was right. As much as he wanted to chase after Tousen and that kid, he couldn't start a fight here, it would panic the people even مزید and somebody could get hurt. "Alright, let's go find Ishida."
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Gasps and murmurs followed the two men walking down the street. Males looked disgusted, females looked horrified. All eyes turned to them, though usually not for very long. Some people seemed to have a hard time looking away, despite how scared they were. It was one of those sights that, for some reason, kept drawing one's gaze even though it hurt to look at.
"Ah, just listen to the gasps of amazement as they gaze upon my beauty!" One of the men said. His short-sleeved tight شرٹ, قمیض just barely covered his chest, دکھانا off all the muscles of his abdomen. His pants were worn about as low as was decent.
"No es exacto, Charlotte. I think they are scared, not amazed." The سیکنڈ man said. He was skinny and fully clothed, unlike the one beside him. In fact, he was almost normal looking, other than the fact his blond hair reached his waist and it looked as if he had purple eye-shadow around both eyes.
"Hah! What do آپ know about beauty, Findor?"
A young girl and her mother passed by, the former staring at شارلٹ with a mixture of terror and confusion. The Arrancar winked and blew a kiss to her. The little girl burst into tears, clinging to her mother's skirt.
"Now آپ are making kids cry." Findor said. He sighed. "And we still haven't found His Majesty. We probably would have found him سے طرف کی now, if آپ hadn't insisted on going to that spa."
"But they made me so beautiful! My skin, it's so soft! آپ would have done well to come in too! See how soft my skin is, touch it!"
"I don't want to."
"Come now, touch it!"
"I'm not going to touch it."
"Touch it!" شارلٹ yelled, grabbing his fellow fraccion's wrist. The smaller man resisted, trying to pull away. سے طرف کی now, all human activity had ceased as everyone nearby stared at the two gender-confused men, struggling with each other in the middle of the sidewalk.
"Excuse me, what are آپ two doing?!" A man's voice said, stepping out of a دکان and in front of the two. "No wait, I don't want to know what آپ are doing, just remove yourselves from in front of my store."
Findor and شارلٹ stopped, taking a step away from each other and turning to the man.
"Actually, we are looking for a child." The blond explained.
The man raised an eyebrow. "A child?"
"Exacta."
"Exacta? آپ two aren't from around here, are you?"
"Exacta!"
The man looked about ready to kick the two off the sidewalk and let them be run over. "Look, I haven't seen a stray kid, but if there's any child in the care of آپ two, I hope a protection agency has found him already, now get out of here یا I'm calling the cops!"
"Let's go, Charlotte." Findor said, walking سے طرف کی the man. "I don't think His Majesty is here anyway."
شارلٹ flipped his hair as he walked by, following Findor. He hoped they found Barragan soon. These humans just couldn't understand true beauty, and he was getting tired of being surrounded سے طرف کی ugly people.
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"You there! I'm hungry! I want a snack! Hey! Don't walk away! Fine. You, with the ugly little dog, yes you, get me something to eat!"
Standing atop a statue near the entrance to the park, Barragan shouted orders at anybody passing by. Much to his dismay, however, nobody was listening.
"I am the King and آپ are my servants! آپ must listen to me! Obey me!"
"Did somebody call the police?" A woman asked, looking up at the 5-year-old boy demanding everyone's attention.
"I did." Another woman said, holding up her cell phone. "They should be here any minute."
Sure enough, a couple منٹ later, a police car pulled up and two officers stepped out of their car.
"What seems to be the trouble here?"
The woman who called spoke up, "Well, Officers, this child is standing on a statue demanding people do to things for him. I'm not sure how he got there یا where his parents are, but something needs to be done."
The two men stepped up to the statue and looked up at Barragan, who pointed at them.
"You two! I am thirsty from yelling. Get me a drink."
"Boy, آپ need to come down from there."
"No, آپ need to get me a drink."
"No, آپ need to come down from there."
"I کہا get me a drink!"
"And I کہا come down from there!"
The officer's partner shook his head. Was a grown man seriously arguing with a five سال old? "Alright, enough!" He yelled, silencing them both. "You, little boy, need to come down. Now."
Barragan crossed his arms and sat stubbornly. "No."
The officer sighed. "If آپ don't come down, we will get you. Please just make it easy and come down. We can catch آپ if آپ have to jump."
"No."
The man gave an aggravated sigh. Out of all the things he could be doing right now, he had to get a little kid from a statue? He was ready to climb up there himself to grab the child when a voice called out from behind him.
"Your Majesty, there آپ are!"
"Findor! Where have آپ been? These people have not been listening to a word I've said!"
The blond Arrancar bowed. "I'm sorry to hear آپ are displeased. If آپ would come with me now, we can get آپ whatever it is آپ need."
Barragan nodded. "Catch me!" He commanded, then jumped down into Findor's arms.
The police officers couldn't believe what they were seeing. The سیکنڈ one was the first to speak. "Are آپ in charge of this child?"
"Exacta." The blond replied as Barragan climbed onto his shoulders.
"First off, آپ need to keep better track of this kid. Secondly, why are آپ treating him like a king? No wonder the kid is so demanding!"
Findor sighed. "Sorry, I don't have time to talk, gotta go."
The first policeman grabbed Findor's arm. "Hey, wait up there, buddy. We can't just let آپ go like that."
Findor turned to Charlotte, who he had left behind in attempt to make the recovery go a bit مزید smoothly. Apparently, that didn't work. The good thing was, he had another solution to the problem. "Hey, Charlotte, why don't آپ دکھائیں these good men آپ beauty?"
شارلٹ looked up with a hopeful expression. "You mean...?"
"Exacta."
In an instant, شارلٹ had his sword drawn. "Sparkle, Reina De Rosas!" he sang, spinning around in a دائرے, حلقہ like a ballet dancer. A bright flash of گلابی temporarily blinded everyone, giving Findor the moment he needed to start running. Once the light had subsided, a collective gasp rose from everyone close enough to see what was going on.
شارلٹ was now standing in high heels, a گلابی mantle flowing at his shoulders with a matching skirt. His سب, سب سے اوپر had gotten smaller and he was no longer wearing pants, barely covered سے طرف کی an indescribable مضمون of clothing. He spun in a دائرے, حلقہ again, stopping with his arms on his hips.
"Behold, true beauty!"
For a moment, all was silent. شارلٹ was sure they were all taking in his beauty, bathing in its rays. That is, until everyone started screaming insults, covering their children's eyes and demanding the man be taken away.
"You are under arrest for indecency!" The سیکنڈ police officer yelled, doing his best to address شارلٹ without looking much at him.
Charlotte's mouth dropped open. "What? Indecency? What blasphemy is this?! آپ ugly people clearly do not know true beauty when آپ see it!"
The people were in an uproar and nobody was listening. The two police officers looked torn between running away themselves and doing their jobs سے طرف کی walking up to شارلٹ and arresting him, afraid to touch him.
"Let's go!" Findor called, already too far away for the police to do anything about him.
شارلٹ took off after his fellow fraccion, crying about how nobody appreciated beauty. Findor ignored him.
"Are آپ okay, Your Majesty?"
"I am now."
"Good, we are going back home."
"And away from this place filled with ugly, ugly people!" شارلٹ yelled. He wanted to leave and never come back.
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"Hey, Ulquiorra?" Ichimaru asked as he opened Garganta. "Why did ya cause that explosion anyway? Just curious."
"They were trash."
Trash, of course. He should have known better. Hopefully Aizen wouldn't be too angry over the destruction. Ichimaru was actually happy with it. The Quincy was so fun to tease since he was always so serious, it had made an otherwise horrible دن a bit مزید interesting.
Sensing his fellow Shinigam nearby, Ichimaru turned around. "Ah, Tousen. Oh, آپ got Zommari!"
Tousen nodded. "And آپ have Ulquiorra. I believe شارلٹ and Findor are on the way with Barragan as well."
Ichimaru gave a large sigh of relief. "Whew! That makes all of 'em! Good!" The sun was beginning to set now, it had taken them the entire دن to find the Espada. Ichimaru concluded it was the longest دن of his life- which technically wasn't even over yet. Though, at least now he wouldn't have to track down the brats. Maybe Aizen would let him tie them up. Then nobody would have to worry about them. Was there an Espada-proof rope? Maybe Szayel had something in his lab they could use.
Charlotte's voice could be heard as he approached, still ranting about how very ugly the town was. Good, that meant Barragan was back. With the final three Espada gathered, the Shinigami and fraccion walked through the portal and back home.
