Heads.... or rather, eyes roll. [Complete]

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Character(s): Hinamori Momo, Ulquiorra, Okita Souji, and Aizen Sousuke
Content: A meeting at the gate.
Setting: Niflheim Gate [G10]
Time: Sunday night
Warnings: The angst meter might break. Maybe.


Trash. The entire city was trash. As the blonde haired, blue eyed citizens walked by, Ulquiorra snorted, disgusted. They were all the same. Weak, powerless, mindless.

Pawns, if anything.

Aizen-sama would appreciate the mindlessness of the people. They'd be useful, at least to the brown haired shinigami turncoat. Ulquiorra, on the other hand, shuddered to think that they'd be around him if they somehow worked into the plans. Eugh. These ingrates were worse than Yami and Wyce.

But enough about the people. It was the city itself that was bothersome. Domes covered it, but somehow, there was a moon. The buildings looked like something right out of the Victorian age, but somehow, the black haired Arrankar didn't think that particular era existed in this place. He looked down at the silver compact he had been given at that stupid gate. Reminded him of the laptops they used in the human world. It was smaller and thinner, though. The annoying man had told him it was a journal. Hn. Ulquiorra had no use for such things. It was just more trash.

A frustrated sigh escaped the normally composed Arrankar. He needed to find Aizen-sama, as he was sure the man was here. The other had disappeared somewhere, and the green-eyed Hollow turned Shinigami felt a presence that matched Aizen's. Powerful, invigorating, god-like. Yet, that would have to wait. He didn't particularly want to go searching for the other man at night, even if his eyesight was better than normal. The Arrankar still had a big chance of getting lost, and that was the last thing he wanted. May as well settle down.

So, he settled gracefully under a nearby tree (which didn't really feel like a normal tree at all), waiting for dawn.

If it came in this filthy place.

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What happened?

That was the strongest question rushing through Hinamori Momo's overwise chaos-ridden mind. A million other questions, thoughts, and fears treaded on her already frayed nerves. She followed mutely along with the line as she was ushered along, wide brown eyes betraying her shock. Just a minute ago, she'd been sitting on a bed in the Fourth Division. She was sure of it. Now she was... where?

There was the line. It was for a lack of knowing what else to do that she'd followed it, hustled along by the people behind her. But where did it lead? How had she gotten here in the first place? She'd wanted to ask. But her voice had failed her along with her wits. If she'd been in her proper mind, she probably would have realized asking wouldn't have done a whole lot of good anyway. Most of the people looked about as lost as she was.

Whether it was a fortunate turn of fate or not, her wait wasn't a terribly long one. She found herself standing before the booth before long, a blond-haired, blue-eyed man shunting a pamphlet in her direction. He looked rather bored. "Hello there Miss, welcome to Paixao, may I get your name please?, " he said quickly, tone airy and light.

Hinamori stared at the man for a moment before she finally managed to find her voice again. "Hi-Hinamori Momo. Um... where -- "

"Great. Fantastic. Enthralled. Now, here's your electric journal, you write in it, enjoy, have a good day." He didn't hesistate to shunt some sort of thin black object in her direction before turning his attention (or lack thereof) to the person behind her, "Next!"

Gathering the objects up in her quivering hands, Hinamori frowned faintly. "Excuse me, sir? But you didn't answer my -- "

"I said, next."

"But, I really need to -- !"

"Just READ the stupid pamphlet, would you? You're holding up the line!"

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A small commotion at the gate brought Ulquiorra out of his brooding. His green eyes spotted a nervous looking girl with what looked like Shinigami robes on. Another person came up behind the girl, saying something that the Arrankar couldn't quite make out. He snorted, disinterested.


Or, at least he tried to be. What was going on at the gate kept drawing his already fleeting attention away from the flat item in his hands. It was certainly more interesting than staring at the buildings. Or at the strange domes. The skinny Arrankar leaned, trying to hear what was going on. He caught bits and pieces, and kept leaning, straining to hear more clearly.

Unfortunately, Ulquiorra leaned a little too much and fell to the side. As he tried catching himself, his eye came out with a small pop! and began to roll off somewhere.

Wonderful.

He hated this place.

((OOC: Ahahaha. Sorry. I had to.))

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A lone figure sat in the depths of the Matteus Museum of Art. A journal was shut and left to the side of the desk. It was quiet and empty. No one around. And still…

Still nothing. Was this forsaken network good for nothing? Aizen had attempted to pull in anyone he could from the message board the night before. His attempt was fruitless. A few people responded either to refuse or forget to respond again. People were such…

It was faint and far… but suddenly it was there. A reitsu. One very familiar reitsu. No… now there were two. Two golden eyes glided to the south and then the west. The hand that was once sliding through slicked back hair slipped to his side. A smile. A long, sly smile crawled onto his face.

It seemed that Aizen didn’t need the fools from the network after all.

The traitor of the Soul Society casually made his way through the museum and out the front door. And then… he was gone. Shunpo tended to seem that way. One flash step and you were already in another place. And Aizen had no problems in locating such familiar spirits.

There they stood. How he had been blessed with such a gift. Before him was Ulquiorra and Momo Hinamori. His senses proved to be correct… but of course when weren’t they? Another man stood with Hinamori but Aizen would not waste such time with him. Already he had a plan.

“What a coincidence to see you both here…” Aizen smiled, slowly approaching the group.

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Now. This was an awkward state of affairs. Ulquiorra stared at the man for a moment. It was like time had paused. In another place, and with different people, this may have actually been funny. Except from the shocked expression that was written on the violet-haired man's face, it wasn't that funny. Ulquiorra hoped it wasn't, at least. Now, how to retrieve his eyeball.

He stood, brushing his already pristine white robes off and adjusting them. The black haired Arrankar raised a non-existant eyebrow before walking over and picking the eyeball up. A long finger picked off a piece of fake grass, his expression going from stoic to slightly disgusted in a matter of seconds. More awkward silence. Two fingers framed the glassy eye and he turned his head away while he popped it back in. Another small pop! was heard and he made a gesture to take a step forward.

A voice cut in that paused his gesture halfway through. Ulquiorra lifted both green eyes (one newly recovered) to the familiar countenance before him. The black-haired Arrankar resumed his walking and went towards the man before pausing again and making a small bow.

"Aizen-sama."

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Okita's attention was thankfully diverted from the strange man by the appearance of another man in glasses. The latest arrival seemed to be acquainted with the other two, considering the way he had just glossed over him.

Ah, no matter. If the three of them knew each other, then Souji had no business sticking around, had he?

With a swift nod and a warm smile to the young lady, the miburo spoke warmly before going on his way - where, he wasn't too sure, but he knew he'd find out something before long. A look upwards told him that there was so much more to this place, and the important thing was to find someone who knew what was going on, and how he could get out of this place. "Well, I'll see you around then, Miss."

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When one knew a person’s personality very well, it was easy to predict their reactions. Aizen did just that. Ulquiorra bowed in his usual fashion, something Aizen was even a bit thankful for. The wandering interests of Ichimaru could be very trying at times… per say this one. And Hinamori? That was something anyone could predict. Her love for him was astounding and far from fickle. He was sure that in her mind she excused him for the events at Central 46 which left him with no work to do at all. He just needed to work off of her own imaginary beliefs.

“Ulquiorra,” Aizen nodded in response to the arrankar. “I’m glad you have made it here.”

Then he turned to Hinamori. He made his way to where she stood and bent down so their faces were on the same level. “Hinamori…” he smiled. Every word was stitched with the sound of kindness. “I am glad to see that you are getting better.”

"Well, I'll see you around then, Miss."

Aizen stood and quickly examined this unknown man. His dress was that similar to a shinigami but that was something he obviously was not. The ex-taicho sensed no reitsu from him and he highly doubted that the sword at his side was anything more than that, a sword.

“Now where are you going?” Aizen asked the stranger, still smiling. “Obviously you have helped Hinamori here.” A hand found its way onto the girl’s shoulder. “Is there anyway I could repay you?”

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The hand of Aizen found it's way to the small head of Hinamori and patted it gently. Same trust... same resolve... same Hinamori.

"Well Souji-kun, are you quite sure there is nothing I could do? It is very late and I doubt you have a place to stay. I work at a museum to the north, not but a train ride away, that has lodging. I'm sure that Hinamori here and Ulquiorra," he indicated to the dark haired arrankar, "Will be joining me. I'd be more than happy to have you accompany us."

A smile again before Aizen shot a glance to Ulquiorra. The message in his eyes was clear but only to the once-Hollow. Aizen would have quite of bit of explaining to do with him. He was quite sure that the arrankar was lost in some way or another purely from the lack of information. He hadn't spoken much of the events of the Soul Society before he had obtained the Hougyoku. It was a sure fact that Ulquiorra would more than understand the situation. Out of all the members of the Espada, Ulquiorra was one of (if not the) best.

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“Oh no,” Aizen smiled. “It is no problem at all. Your company is welcomed, Souji-kun.”

The shinigami was sure to remember what the young man had told him and most certainly would keep the idea of ‘repayment’ in mind. Plans kept getting revised and amended but it all seemed to be for the better. Three new occupants for Matteus’ hmm?

“Well, I don’t even believe everyone is acquainted, are they?” Aizen asked, lightening the mood anymore. “I am Aizen Sousuke as I’m sure all but Souji-kun knows. This lovely girl here is my fukutaicho from our original world. She is Hinamori Momo. And the last man you see before you is known as Ulquiorra.”

“Now, the easiest thing to do would be to take the train over to the Museum. It is but an hour’s ride really… When we reach our destination I will show you all your rooms.”

One last time the once-taicho of the Soul Society smiled before turning with a sweep and headed straight for the station.

What a wonderful evening this was turning out to be.