Because I Wasn't Insane Enough Already

Chapter 30

Okay! Hi guys, it's emu! 

Storme: Because they didn't know that. 

Tch. Whatever. So! Important! A few weeks ago, I decided to start using my deviantart, and posted a buncha stuff on there, drawn by KuroKun and me. I've got fanart from Bones, Bleach, Kuroshitsuji, Doctor Who, Rent...

And pictures of the glorious SACAnime cosplays...And my own...

And who could forget the "Insane" art?! Yes, yes, in a week or so, my newest masterpiece will be on there, a collection of scenes from the sequel. 

...Yes, there will be a sequel. 

And just so you all have no excuse...

Tsuki: She's putting her profile page in the external link. 

Yep~! GO FORTH AND CLICK ON IT!!! 

You know you want to...

Anyway. 

Enjoy.

~Emo-san

The hooded figure drew its sword. Great. I'd come to investigate, and now it wanted a fight. "Surrender or die," it ordered. 

"Heee," Lilynette giggled behind me, "Yer funny!" The figure, angry now, raised its sword to strike. 

FLASHBACK

When I woke up, I knew something was different. Of course, it could have been because Lilynette woke me up by landing on my chest. “Oww! Whaaat?!”

“Stark’s draggin’ me to go fight shinigami later. So yer wakin’ up early.” I didn’t comment on the fact that the two weren’t at all related. “Oh, and, yer outta shirts.”

“Huh?” I mumbled, still sleepy.

“Your shirts. They’re, like, gone.”

“What?”

“Yep. Szayel musta ben mega pissed, ‘cause he moved the walls and now…” Lily motioned to my left; the wall where my closet used to be was now gone.

“SZAYEL GRANZ, YOUR ASS IS MINE,” I shrilled.

‘Chill. Just get a shirt from someone else,’ Moeru sighed. ‘And stop thinking so much. You gave me an image.’

I looked at Lilynette, then down at her vest for a moment, before the both of us said at the same time “NO.”

“Well,” Lily said, “there’s always third tower.”

Getting into which was harder than it sounded. First off, Halibel’s fracciones were guarding the place like freaking Buck Palace. “KAMI!” I shouted to nothing in particular, “I JUST NEED A SHIRT! IS IT TOO MUCH TO ASK?!” For the time being, I’d taken one of Lilynette’s vests (last resort, okay?) and was holding it firmly around my chest to avoid any chance of…well, anything, really. Apacci walked over, as far as possible from Mila Rose.

“Look, we can’t just let random shirtless numerous into Halibel-sama’s quarters. It’d be—HOLY CRAP WHAT IS THAT?!” Lily dangled my phone in Apacci’s face from behind me.

‘Good idea,’ Moeru approved. ‘You still have the blonde Grimmjow pics on your phone. And Apacci—‘ Apacci had snatched my phone from Lilynette, and was cooing over it.

“Um, can I, like, have a shirt?”

“Huh?” Apacci grunted, still absorbed in the phone. “Oh, yeah, ‘kay.” She sonidoed away and back in less than the time it took to blink, holding out one of Halibel’s shirts. I took it, turning to a wall and changing quickly.

“Oh my freakin’ lord,” Lily gasped as I turned around, “That is the single funniest thing I have seen in my life. An’, mind you, I’ve seen plenty a’ funny shit.”

I tugged the zipper down into the little groove (Halibel’s shirt zips top to bottom, not bottom to top). “Quit hating, Lily-chaaaan~…I know yer just jealous o’ my epic new shirt…” I paused to adjust the collar-thing. “Dammit, I can’t breathe!”

‘Yeah. She’s so jealous.’

She should be. Asphyxiation’s hot.

‘Whatever…’ It was then that something hit me, not literally, more like a wave of nausea.

“What was that?” Lilynette asked, a hand on her stomach as well.

“Like I know.” Lily frowned at my reply, focussing.

“It’s a blue blob.” She opened her eyes, levelling the wall with a steely pink glare. “I’m not even kidding. It’s like it can block my Pesquisa.” She squeezed her eyes shut again, an annoyed expression marring her childlike features. “Whatever it is, it’s got one hell of a headache now, ‘less it can block that, too.”

“Well, what is it?” I demanded.

“Don’t shout like that, it only makes you look weaker,” sniffed a voice from down a hall.

“Go to hell, Sunsun.”

END FLASHBACK

“Look,” I said carefully, parrying the figure’s strike with my forearm. “I don’t want a fight.” He—it had to be a guy—wasn’t much stronger than me, so I could harden my reiatsu to keep from getting cut, at least for now.

“Quit stealing my line,” said someone behind me.

“Sta~ark!” Lily whined. “This was just getting cool!”

“Tough.” The Primera wrapped an arm around Lilynette’s waist, threw her over his shoulder, opened a Garganta, and stepped halfway in. “G’luck.” I nodded in response.

“Same.” I turned back to the guy. “You want a fight, I won’t get in your way.” With that, I grabbed the blade of his sword, pulled him close, and kicked him hard in the stomach.

“Ugh!” he stumbled back, coughing.

“C’mon, take a hit! Be a man!” I laughed.

“Whatever gave you that impression?” Wait…that’s a GIRL?! The hell?

“Ah,” I said, covering my shock, “My bad.” I drew Moeru, finally, and shifted the sword to shikai.

“Shikai? You’re an Arrancar,” said the guy—girl—releasing her own sword, a bluish, silvery spear.

“So kind of you to notice! I’m just special…so have at it. First strike’s yours,” I declared with more bravado than I felt, throwing my arms apart to emphasize my point.

“Cry!” At that, a blinding white fog poured from either end of Hooded Girl’s spear, surrounding me. It stung like chlorine, but I kept my eyes open. Didn’t do any good, though; it was opaque and being smothered in it brought Moeru’s flame down to a glow.

Blows rained down from all direction and, although glancing, did some damage. The ends of the five-pronged spear sliced across my shoulder, temple, cheek, other shoulder, and down my arm. I tried to draw breath, but couldn’t through the collar of Halibel’s shirt. “Can’t frickin’ breathe in this piece of shit!” I shouted as the fog cleared, tearing the shirt from the side of the collar down through the neck.

“Well shit,” said Hooded Girl tamely, removing her hood.

It was Tsuki.