Party Pressure

You have been surprised by many things in your life, from being attacked by a pack of stray dogs when you were a child to being hit by a car while you were walking down the street a few weeks after you turned twenty you were no stranger to shock and awe. However, NOTHING in the world could prepare you for the sight of what had to be every Arrancar female you had met and 'befriended' during the day standing in what was now officially YOUR living room. From the quiet Harribel and Ulqui to the loud and utterly brash Luppi and Cirucci they all cheered in their own little way to welcome you home...

"Holy fuck!" one could almost set a watch by the timing of Grimjow's furious reaction, her blushing face now turning red from rage as she growled, "What the hell are all of you doing here!?"

"Oh? Didn't you hear?" Luppi began with a mocking chuckle, her taunting voice working on Grimjow's last raw nerve, "I'm SO sorry you've got too much fur in your ears to hear anything little kitty but Aizen-sama recruited John for ALL of us, not just you two."

"What was that you tentacle freak?" Grim's tone become bathed in rage and **** as she takes a firm stomping step towards the lanky girl, "you want to take this outside so I can show you where you can stick all eight of those **** machines you call weapons?!"

"Grim!" Having enough of the argument your voice quickly cuts the bluenette's rising rampage, her body freezing in its tracks as she turns to you wide eyes like a child with her hand caught in the cookie jar. Subconsciously in the back of your mind your body instinctively begins to pull at the new power that you have been granted, a small chunk of your spiritual pressure rising up and landing on Grimjow with the **** of a two ton sledge hammer, "Behave yourself, this is no time to start fighting, understand?"

Grim is quick to pull back into a respectful neutral stance, her eyes turned away from your spiritually assisted glare and toward the ground at her feet. However, despite her sheepish and apologetic actions Grim's face is a bright crimson, her breath seems to be coming with soft panting gasps and her legs start to subconsciously rub against one another, "Yes...John-sama."

Cutting off your glare as well as whatever spiritual pressure you were using you turn from Grimjow, your natural calm and charming smile turning to a room full of very surprised and confused women. Noticing the atmosphere of the room has changed significantly from when you first entered you look at each woman in turn, all of them seem to be staring at you as if you have grown a third head which starts to worry you deeply. "Hm? Is something wrong?" You wonder aloud, your hand reaching up to your face and gently brushing at the skin as well as your newly formed 'mask', "Do I have something on my face?"

"N-No John," Nel's voice catches your attention and you turned to the green haired woman, curiosity in your eyes as she gives you a somewhat weak smile, "Just...a bit of surprise is all. I was not aware Aizen-sama made you so strong!"

"Hm?" You blink owlishly at the well endowed woman as you try to comprehend what it is that she is trying to get at, "what do you mean?"

"You...you didn't feel that?" Lilynette's voice is much softer and quieter this time around as you hear her speak up from amidst the crowd, her harsh screeching voice a thing of the past as she continues her whispering thoughts, "that's something I expect out of Baraggan or Coyote, not the Sexta Espada!"

"Well it would make sense if you consider John was a living human when he came here," the formal and monotone voice of Ulqui is the next voice to make itself known as she continues her thoughts, "The quick transition from being alive to turning into an Arrancar must have gathered up all the life **** John had yet to use and transferred it into spiritual pressure..."

"Something like a mirror image," Tia speaks up, her hand cupping her cloaked chin as she continues Ulqui’s train of thought, "the more John was alive as a human, the more spiritual energy he would gain when he was turned into an Arrancar..."

You sigh slightly as the girls continue to take turns wondering aloud about your new abilities, something that in your mind doesn’t really constitute a party in the least. With a small chuckle all of the attention in the room is brought to you, the grin on your face sending more than a few blushes through the crowd as you speak, "Hey, you want to know what I'm thinking right now? I'm thinking it's more important to be having fun than to be thinking about how strong I am, what do you say?"

In mere minutes the party is off in full swing, all of the girls hanging around with one another and having as good a time as is possible with one another. There are some polarizations of course, Tia and Nel pointedly glare at one another every so often as well as take spots on opposite sides of the room from one another. The same goes for Grimjow and Luppi, the snickering an arrogant dark haired girl being able to provoke the blue haired panther from across the room amazingly enough. Despite this though good feelings are sent all around and when someone introduces a bit of music to the mix, you find yourself on an almost endless stream of girls wanting to dance with you. Even Ulqui finds you at some point, her request for a slow waltzing number granted with a smile and a light kiss on the lips. You've never seen such pale skin turn tomato red so fast...

However, despite all of the festivities you notice that in the corner of the room one figure seems to be left out, the brown shaggy haired Coyote just leans on the wall throughout the party without interacting with anyone at all save for her partner Lilynette. Every so often you catch Coyote stealing glances at you, long wistful stares that seem to cloud her eyes with a misty haze only moments before she turns her stare away and looks elsewhere. Coyote's behavior brings to mind her actions at the meeting earlier in the day, her longing gaze tearing up as Aizen revealed you as the newest Espada...those beautiful deep brown eyes watering up with something you couldn't quite place...

A few more dances later and you finally tear yourself away from the pack, your steps making a direct beeline for the reclusive Coyote during your short dancing hiatus. With a few long strides you are quickly standing beside the tall and lanky girl, your lips turned up in a friendly smile as you speak, "Hey Coyote..."