All That Glitters [Moriya]

What madness does she hold in that megalomaniac mind of hers? What does she get from all of this? He must fight her, Moriya fight an arrancar? Such preposterous mind she holds. The thought from the beautiful boy quakes, how on earth can he beat her? The thing is: She never said beat her, just fight her. So, like a moth to the flame, is forced be lured into committing offense and bloodlust, and possibly eventual death for the handsome spirit. He doesn’t like being burned, not even a minor burn.


“Sorry, I didn’t want to do this. I have the right mind to run the other way or pretend that you‘re not here, but instead. I must fight you.” It was the truth, he never really wanted to fight her, nor even fight anyone. He wanted to make his escape, fake his death and live the rest of his life in Rukongai as a merchant or a well-endowed gentleman. He had to admit, the Arrancar is a cutie. Lovely form, he’s sure that she has the wits and the mind that goes with it. She’s the sort of person that Moriya would invite for a night out. In fact, he couldn’t help but lightly bite the bottom lip, questioning if he take a different route? Maybe she meant fight in another manner; love making is also a fi – no. He began to exhales; his right hand was firmly grasping the tip of his scabbard, positioning it in a manner that his blade would slide out in a flash.


“Well, darling. I’m ordered to deal with you, I’m afraid that I must oblige.”


Bullshit. Bullshit, poppycock, and all the manures that dribbled down the tiny sieve. The only reason why he wanted it was simple. The voice in his head told him that she would not flirt with him, make sexually suggestive theme. Hear all these filthy, demeaning, immorally corrupt things that she would do to him. Who on earth would even speak to him at four o’ clock in the morning, only to tell him that she would pin him down to the ground and fondle his ‘love stick’ with her mouth. Oh how he shuddered by this. He didn’t content to this, but how can you? She is semi non-existent, she’s only exists in his mind. Just thinking about is reducing Moriya’s mind into a crisis.


“When you’re ready, I want you to say the words that I utter. . . “


“It hardly matters what difference that I’d make. I know how things go. I will eventually lose, it the matters of how you’d treat me afterwards - My only hope that you would grant me leniency when this fight ends.”


Freedom beckons. Even in impossible odds, there’s still a glimmer hope piercing through gates of impossibility.