Memories of Cicero chapter 11

“Fuck” was the first thing that came out of Cicero’s mouth when she entered Hucendo Mundo with her blue haired pack brother.

‘It does look pretty cool… in its own way’ Cicero thought as she looked at the night covered desert, its Cheshire cat smile like moon reminded her of the one in her dream. She didn’t know whether to shudder or be in awe.

“Come on then” Grimmjow began to walk across the sand, sand, the thing Cicero truly loathed, it brought back dark memories, ones she wasn’t ready, if she ever would be, to remember… It also got everywhere and was a pain In the neck to get rid of once it was on you.

“Oi” Grimmjow called, already having made quite some distance between them, only turning at not feeling her odd yet comforting presence. “What is it?” he questioned, noticing her obviously peeved expression.

“It’s the sand” she mumbled

“Yeah? What about it?”

“I truly hate, no, loathe sand” growling slightly at the fine white grains at her feet.

“Yeah it’s a pain sometimes but you get used to it, so come on and get it over with” Grimmjow spoke trying to hide his obvious smirk at the fact of something as minute as sand pissing his pack sister off so easily.

“Fine” Cicero spat, cross at the very existence of the itchy grains. Taking a step she realised she was fine, so she began to jog to catch up with Grimmjow.

Grimmjow watched in shock as she crumpled to the floor screaming and clutching her head, her eyes lost all colour but still held fear and pain, so much pain.

“Come on #####!” cheered a tall, tanned skin, red headed male, his ears and teeth were pointed, his eyes a forest green that sparkled with happiness “Everyone’s waiting for us!”

###### giggled and chased after her older brother, trying to catch his happily swishing tail. Her long red hair bouncing in wavy gentle curls. Eyes sparkling in mirth, like early morning dew on well kept grass.

Racing through the tall, wide trees, around fascinating plants and wildlife of all colours and sizes. Laughing as they ran.

“Brother! Brother! I can see the sea!” #### cried out in glee.

“I see it too! Come on! Come on!” Stopping at the edge of the forest to look down from a rocky short cliff edge. The sea spread out before them, glistening in the sunset, letting of a gentle orange glow. On the golden sand below fire had started, surrounded by thirteen other people.

“Remember ####, my little Imp, on-“

“Only speak when spoken too, Only do what told too, Be respectful and always remember my mask” Cicero spoke as if in a mantra.

“Good” her sibling sighed “I hate it too my little Imp, I hate it too, but we can only be who we are away from the others”

“They never loved me anyway” Cicero spoke emotionlessly, almost in pure acceptance but bitterness was still visible.

“Father never wanted a daughter, and being the thirteenth child means I was born worthless” ####’s older sibling bent down on one knee and brought her into a hug. ##### whispered

“The only reason I am alive is because of you, the only reason I live is because of you” They stayed there hugging until the eldest let go unwillingly.

“Come on” he sighed forlornly “Let us greet the rest of our family”

Easily jumping down from rock to rock they reached the sun bleached sand below. #### looked up in awe at her brother, the sixth of her twelve older brothers, a great healer, kind and caring, beautiful sun kissed skin, long, wavy red hair caught the sunset making it seem alight, but not harsh devouring flames, the gentle, warm kind. His forest green eyes looked at her in warmth and joy, his handsome smile making her own one form on her face. Not one of her Cheshire cat smiles or smirks, but a genuine smile filled with a warmth of her own.

As they got closer to the crackling fire and mingling relatives did #####’s face become its almost natural now mask of emotionlessness.

Cicero was snapped back to conciseness as an odd unknown substance was injected into her, panicking, Cicero slapped away the needle, breaking the needle point of, still hanging from her arm. Jumping to her feet she observed she was in a laboratory. Cicero did not like those, it was as bad as sand.

There was a pink haired man, he was holding the broken needle, hollow, Cicero identified. No one else was there, meaning no Grimmjow. Her mind in a fragile state Cicero dashed away, fast as she could go in her weakened state. The substance made her feel sluggish and slow.

‘These hallways are maddening’ Cicero exclaimed in her head to herself. Beads of sweat begin to form on her forehead as flashes of pain and memories, of being experimented upon by numerous unfocused faces.

Immense pain stabbed at her body and mind and she fell to the cold sterile floor on her knees, back arched, letting a silent scream at the high white ceiling above.

She couldn’t see the difference any more from reality and her thoughts. She lashed out at them all, not being able to focus or hear over the torturous screaming and other intangible noises in her head.

Letting rip immense power, ripping down the walls that towered above her, turning them into nothing more than sand like ruins. Screaming at the invisible, unfocused beings came at her; for the real ones had either been destroyed, crushed by the amount of power or stayed well clear.

Blood trickled from her eyes like tears but her face was filled with rage and hate, destruction and the need to kill, to survive.

Something grabbed her arm and ripped her round to look at them, at first he thought it was the caring man from before with fire for hair and forests for eyes… It wasn’t, Vibrant blue hair and sky blue eyes stared into her freakish golden and black eyes.

She could see this one properly; he was focused unlike the ones, who tried to hurt her, Cicero relaxed, the fearful amount of power calmed back into its peculiar sensation. Grimmjow was unsure why he was unaffected from whatever Cicero had been throwing around, obviously fighting things that weren’t there, at least to them.

He caught the calm girl in his arms as she fell asleep. The reason he hadn’t been with her was because Aizen had called a meeting and however he tried to stay beside his troubled pack member he was forced to go.

Flashback

Grimmjow sat in a chair that had been pulled up for him by one of Syazels many fraction, Cicero who had been unconscious for a few hours was so still she could have been mistaken for dead, even though he knew she wasn’t it still worried him.

“Trash you have been ordered to go to Aizens meeting” Syazel said as he looked at something upon one of his many screens. Grimmjow chose to ignore him. The only way Grimmjow was going to that meeting was if he were dragged there by Mr God Complex himself, he smirked he had picked up that little nick name from Cicero.

“Trash I hate repeating myself” Syazel threw over his shoulder giving Grimmjow a pointed glare but was still ignored by the sexta Espada.

It was almost half an hour before Tousen showed up and literally dragged Grimmjow there, it wasn’t Aizen but it was still someone on his kill list.

He was thrown onto the throne room floor and he growled at such treatment.

“Ah, Grimmjow your finally here” Aizen smirked slightly, drinking the liquid he thought could pass off for tea.

Grimmjow growled at the smug prick and went to leave to sit beside Cicero again.

“Please take your seat Grimmjow” Grimmjow ignored this and carried on his pursuit to leave. A wave of strong reiatsu washed over him and he fell to his knees at the pressure of power that rolled of the God wannabe.

“It would be a shame for Cicero to be put under anymore stress”

Grimmjow stood when the pressure released its hold on him and he walked to his seat.

“Why isn’t Syazel here?” Grimmjow growled

“He is caring for Cicero and so was given leave for this meeting” Aizen smiled, putting his face on his fist.

“Grimmjow stood up again “You let that freaky basted care for her!? He’ll make shit worse!” He yelled furiously. Aizen frowned internally at Grimmjow’s growing rebels of his commands. As he went to put him in his place a great force of energy sky rocketed in the direction of Syazels labs. Grimmjow sonido'd out of the room, recognizing the strange energy that Cicero gave out.

The further he went he saw weaker Arrancars keel over in pain or simply disperse. When he stopped at the source of the power it was a sight of destruction, walls were no more than rubble and the ceiling had collapsed in, all signs of other hollows were gone. Cicero stood, bleeding from her eyes as she fought an invisible onslaught of enemies.

He felt the power, so strong it put Aizen to shame but it did not affect him, something was protecting him from the tidal wave of power.

Grabbing her arm to turn her he saw an expression he wished to never see again on her face, the need to kill and destroy but also mixed with  pain and  pure fear and there was a lot of it, but when their eyes locked, recognition washed over her features before being covered by an almost sad expression but then that calm recognition returned.

Then she simply fell asleep, probably from exhaustion.

End Flashback