The pale sand of Hueco Mundo settled after Yammy's "battle," but the Bone Circle wasn't the type to stay quiet for long. The idiots were already arguing over whose turn it was to fetch water — which no one actually drank, since Hueco Mundo didn't even have water. That didn't stop them.
I stood proudly in the center of our crooked ring of bone towers, chest puffed out like a goddamn king of fools.
"GRUAAH!"
[Translation: Another idiot joins the pack!]
Baraggan translated lazily while half-napping in his bone throne.
Yammy, still rubbing his cactus-shaped bruise, flopped down beside the 4 idiots.
"Alright, so what's next? We fight a tree? A pebble? The wind?"
Di Roy perked up.
"Can we fight the wind? I hate the wind."
Grimmjow, perched on a chunk of ruined stone nearby, let out an annoyed snort.
"Tch. You lot never stop, do you?"
And right then — as if on cue — Aizen, with Kukkapūro still sitting proudly on his head, strolled up trying way too hard to look like he wasn't one of us.
He crossed his arms, chin tilted slightly, and gave his best mysterious pretty-boy glare at Grimmjow.
"Woof."
A single, dignified woof.
Kukkapūro barked twice, wagging his tiny tail.
Grimmjow raised an eyebrow.
"… The hell you lookin' at, mutt?"
Aizen stayed silent, letting his perfectly windswept hair flutter dramatically in the non-existent wind of Hueco Mundo.
"Woof."
Again.
Cool. Controlled. Deep meaning in every bark.
Grimmjow stared at him for a moment, then scoffed and looked away.
"Tch. Loser."
Aizen smirked ever so slightly like he'd just won some unspoken duel of coolness, then strutted back to our group with Kukkapūro still balanced like a smug crown on his head.
"GRUUAHAAH!"
[Translation: Bro, no one's buying it.]
Baraggan snorted.
"He says you're still one of us, dog boy."
Aizen woofed defiantly.
The 4 idiots started placing new bets on what Aizen's next cool move would be. Edrad swore it would be a backflip off a tower. Nakeem claimed he'd summon lightning by glaring at a cloud. No one told Nakeen there were no clouds in Hueco Mundo.
Yammy grunted.
"So when's my rematch with Spike?"
I grinned wide.
"GRUAAH!"
[Translation: After you fight the pebble next to Spike.]
Yammy blinked.
"You mean… that rock?"
"GRUOHH."
[Translation: It has a name. 'Rocky Balpoa.' 3-time champion of standing still.]
Baraggan translated with a grin.
Grimmjow groaned.
"You guys are hopeless…"
And yet… he stayed.
+6,000 EP
Current EP: 85,33,000 / 100,000,000
I felt it — the rush of power from sheer concentrated idiocy.
Hueco Mundo remained an endless, bleak, idiot-infested wasteland.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.