Title: Jane Non Regina
Characters: Cirucci, Aizen, Ulquiorra
Warnings: Slightly offstage death of an unknown Arrancar
Summary: Cirucci meets her new overlord.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but I'm hoping for Aizen and Ulquiorra for Xmas.
A/N: If you get the title, you're just as much of a history dork as I am.
The darkness encircled her. She was used to it by now; she had never expected mere darkness to scare one such as herself. But... she was frightened now. Still, it would not do to appear afraid; that was the single quickest path to being killed and devoured whole that she knew, so she squared her shoulders and she waited.
There was one small break in the darkness, and it was straight ahead of her: a great set of double doors stood partially closed, and a beam of amber light spilled from between them. Where she stood now, the light barely touched her toes in their black stockings, but soon she knew she too would walk through those doors and vanish.
In the room beyond, somebody screamed briefly and then went silent. She did not allow
herself even to blink in response. A voice from somewhere in the light called out an order. It was not spoken loudly; in fact, it was no louder than the voice of one talking to a person who stood next to them. And yet, it was as clear as a crystal goblet and it carried.
“Ulquiorra, bring me Cirucci Thunderwitch.”
The doors swung open, and the short, pallid Arrancar appeared.
“Aizen-sama has requested you.”
“I know that, you idiot,” she muttered, but not too loud.
She was proud, and she held herself like a queen as she plucked her way over the slumped
form of one such as herself who the new self-proclaimed king had found lacking.
“Ah, Ex-Espada Thunderwitch, how would you feel about–”
“I’ll do whatever you say, Milord,” she whispered, forcing down the lump that had appeared in her throat at the word ‘ex’ and trying to fight the feeling that she was gliding down a slippery slope with her arms outstretched.