The garganta spat us back out onto the pale sands of Hueco Mundo. The endless night sky hung overhead, moons gleaming like judging eyes of a disappointed parent. The Bone Circle flopped down in a messy heap, groaning.
"I think I broke my everything…" Edrad wheezed, face-down in the sand.
Yylfordt coughed up a shoe.
"I still taste sandal…"
Grimmjow, dusting himself off, acted like he hadn't just run for his life.
"Hmph. Didn't even get serious."
Baraggan floated back to his throne and slouched in it like an exhausted old teacher on a school trip from hell.
I stood tall, brushing sand off my shoulder plates. Aizen limped over beside me, Kukkapūro still perfectly balanced on his head, lazily chewing a bone.
"GRUOHH."
[Translation: Nobody talks about what happened. Ever.]
Baraggan translated lazily while lying in his bone seat.
"He says if you idiots even mention that disaster, he'll turn you into sand sculptures."
The Bone Circle nodded solemnly.
Even Yammy, still rubbing his bruised skull, muttered,
"Y-yeah. Total secret. Got it."
There was a long, awkward silence.
Then Yammy ruined it.
"But for real though, they're lucky Spike o Sensei wasn't there—"
We all immediately turned on him.
"SHUT UUUUUP!" we roared in unison.
Even Kukkapūro growled.
Yammy's shoulders sagged.
"Okay okay! Geez…"
I sighed, watching the desert stretch endlessly again.
Back to the same old Hueco Mundo boredom.
Yammy picked up a rock, tried to juggle it, and hit himself in the face.
I laughed and a warm glow rushed through me.
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Baraggan waved a hand.
"Go do something useless, all of you. I need a break from your collective stupidity."
Grimmjow clicked his tongue and stomped off.
Edrad and Nakeem challenged a sand dune to a wrestling match.
Yylfordt went to scream into the void for a bit.
I just plopped down on my favorite sand mound, arms behind my head, watching the moons.
Kukkapūro curled up beside me.
Aizen sat dramatically on a slightly higher mound like a wannabe protagonist.
He even did a cool head-tilt as the wind blew his dog fur.
Grimmjow, way in the distance:
"Poser!"
Aizen:
"Woof."
[Translation: You wish you were this cool.]
Back to normal.
Hueco Mundo might be boring, but it was our boring.
And as long as nobody brought up the Karakura Disaster again, maybe we'd live to make more stupid memories.