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Make my way back home

Their foray into the Vile Peaks had been fruitful and frustrating at the same time. Yylfordt had got the time the day after their encounter with the stupidly overpowered-for-what-it-was Hollow to go and mooch among the old ruins left there. He'd wanted to bring back a lot more than he'd been able to, in the end, partly because of the bulk of things. He'd got some very flat looks when he'd suggested just leaving some people behind so there was more room on the Ragnarok; fortunately, they'd known he was joking.

Or had thought he was, anyway.

They'd brought back what they could, and Even and his scary Aeon level ice powers had gone off to his laboratory, and Nel had gone back to doing whatever she did all day, and Yylfordt, Apache, Tayuya, Kadaj, and Grimmjow had been left to their usual devices again.

They'd got bored after two days, and Yylfordt had got round to wiring up their coffee machine. He'd been tempted to just steal it and wire it up in his workshop and then lord it over Szayel that he had one, but he hadn't wanted to annoy Apache and Grimmjow any more than he usually did by existing, so he was working on connecting in to the Palace's electrics, and running a cable to the Sunhouse.

Which was about when he'd decided he could really do with some more insulated wire, and connector pins, and another socket adapter wouldn't go amiss, really. He had things, of course, he was Al Bhed, he'd never not have things. But that was why he needed more things, because if he used these things then he'd be running low, and something about machina and the associated gidgets and gadgets brought out the hoarder in him. He could never allow himself to get down to his last thing, because then what if he needed to use that, and ended up with no things?

He'd got some funny looks when he'd tried to explain his reasoning for wanting to trip into Rabanastre, just to pick up some basics, even though he already had the basics. It was only Rabanastre, and it would only be a day. They'd proven they could go out and come back without getting in trouble. Anyway Nel had apparently told Aizen she'd been impressed with Grimmjow's leadership ability while she was out with them.

They'd been allowed to go to Rabanastre. It was only a short hop of a journey, a shorter hop than Nel usually made to get groceries, which was probably some of the reason they'd been allowed to make it. The Arrancar overall were being given that little bit more freedom, one outing at a time.

The girls had come, because Tayuya and Apache jumped at any chance to get out. Yylfordt had, if he was honest, taken a bit of pride in showing Apache around the Al Bhed quarter. Then he'd burned with jealousy when he'd seen Kadaj give an absently friendly wave to a cute Al Bhed girl in folded down dungarees and a bra, working in the Rockbell repair shop, and getting it returned cheerily. He'd been even more jealous when Kadaj, after being asked, had said simply that she was Winry, which caused a minor meltdown on Yylfordt's part.

He'd not been allowed to backtrack and talk to her, though, as much as he'd wanted to. Kadaj had refused to take him back and introduce him, too, on the grounds that they weren't here for long enough for Yylfordt to fanboy the Rockbells.

"Bro, can't we just--?" He asked again, as they were leaving. The intention was to get something to eat, but Rabanastre Al Bhed food was a little too authentic for some. You had to go to the peripheries if you wanted something everyone found palatable, funny as it would be to try and get Kadaj or Apache to try Desert Oysters.

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Fang, uniquely, didn't know any of them. She stayed behind the line, her arms crossed and her expression just slightly too curious to be impassive.

Something weird was going on. Some of the group knew each other in a mutually antagonistic fashion, that much was clear as day. Others... were less clear-cut.

Well, wasn't this a tricky one?

Saix turned at the voice, looking at the person it had come from. Recognition blossomed, and was quickly followed by a wave of awkward apprehension.

He pushed it away. She'd already announced that she knew him, there was no point in denying it. Besides which, denying it would be a disservice to her, and Saix had fond enough memories of meeting her that he didn't want to do that.

"It's good to see you again, Apache," he said, giving her a faint smirk. "Pity about the circumstances."

He knew there were going to be questions, later. There was no possible way he was going to avoid questions later.

Kadaj looked at Lea, and sighed. He flashed a quick glance in Aerith's direction too. She seemed just as surprised to see him here as he was to see them.

So Lea was the fire elemental Tayuya wanted to personally castrate. This was awkward.

"Hey," he said, frowning, and then glancing at Grimmjow and Saix. He considered saying 'Shall we try and prevent our blue haired idiot friends from trying to kill each other this time?' Somehow, it was a difficult sentiment to put into words.

"Look," he said, looking from Aerith back to Lea, "we're not going to fight you."

He wasn't about to let them.

Yylfordt looked dumbfounded, turning from the berserker, to Apache, and back again, and then to Grimmjow, just for good measure.

Grimmjow looked confused too. Good. He wasn't the only one?

And then Kadaj was talking to the fire elemental like they knew each other too and--

"What?!" He asked, loudly, looking at his own group of friends, throwing his hands up and out to express the magnitude of the what the fuck that was taking place right now.

Tayuya was having a similar meltdown, he noticed. Okay, that... didn't make him feel better, but at least he wasn't the only one who felt like they'd walked into the twilight zone.

"What the fuck?" Tayuya shouted, staring at Apache, and Kadaj.

They were talking to these bastards like they'd met before, but Apache couldn't have possibly seen the berserker before today, and Kadaj hadn't even been talking to them when they'd run into the fire elemental.

"How do you know that bastard?" She yelled, staring at Apache, and gesturing at the berserker.

Then she rounded on Kadaj, "And how the fuck do you know him?" She shouted, pointing angrily at the fire elemental. "And what's this bullshit about us not fighting them? What the fuck is going on?"

She turned to look at Grimmjow, enraged, and confused, and that only served to make her more enraged.

"Uh..." Apache started, looking more than slightly awkward. "Remember how I told you about that ... hot Selkie..? In the bar..? Looks like he wasn't exactly a Selkie."

She felt awkward, but she refused to look cowed. He'd been nice and she hadn't known who the fuck he was. How was she to know? She'd never been allowed out on any of the excursions they'd taken that had resulted in fights with these guys. To her, he'd been the same as any other blue-haired Selkie she could have met in a bar, charming and handsome enough to get her attention.

Grimmjow looked from Saix to Apache, dumbfounded.

He'd been all ready to have a bit of a spat with the berserker, even if it was just going to be a verbal one, but this ... changed a lot. Suddenly he wasn't the most volatile member of the group any more. Tayuya would both want to murder other members of that team.

Especially Yylfordt. He mentally counted down the seconds to the inevitable explosion.

Lea looked at the Summoner girl, wincing at the scene she was causing. She wanted revenge on them for last time, that much was clear enough, but his knowing Kadaj, and the Hume girl with the odd eyes knowing Saix -- however she knew Saix -- had only made things worse.

He almost answered for Kadaj, almost, but decided not to. He didn't want to tip her over into doing something more violent than yelling.

Yylfordt stared at Apache as if she'd come from a different planet. It took a moment for her words to sink in because his brain kept trying to reject the possibility.

Then he exploded.

"You fucked the berserker?" He shouted, glaring at her as if he could make her declare it all a bad joke if he looked angry enough. "Yna oui vilgeh' creddeh' sa, pnu? Seriously? Dra vilgeh' pancangan, yc ev oui fanah'd ahuikr uv y cmid vun ed paehk cusa nyhtus yccruma," he spat, although he wasn't addressing Apache directly any more, and running his fingers through his hair.

He turned a positively venomous look to the berserker, then, who was standing there with a cocky ass smirk that was rapidly falling off his face in the aftermath of Yylfordt's outburst.

"He helped me out when I was alone," Kadaj said, infuriatingly calm and reasonable in the face of Tayuya's ire. He was used to Tayuya's ire, she got irate easily. She also got over it.

"I owe him, he's a nice guy," he added. "We're not fighting him."

Especially not now Yylfordt had just shouted in Al Bhed. People were looking at them. If anyone threw so much as a punch, there'd be guards here in a heartbeat.

"Speak for yourself," Tayuya told Kadaj, looking thoroughly pissed off. "You weren't there. If you won't fight them then fuck off out of the way, but you don't get to boss the rest of us about."

Kadaj getting in the way like this was new, and Tayuya didn't like it. He'd always been up for a fight in the past, but now? What the fuck had gotten into him?

Aerith looked between the two groups. There was a lot of shouting going on, and it was drawing attention, although no one was stopping to stare at them, yet. It looked, at the moment, like guys arguing over girls, and she hated to say it, but the fact that most of the arguing involved Selkies meant people were more likely to just walk on by and ignore it as stereotypical Selkie behaviour.

So Saix had slept with one of them? He'd kept that one under his hat, and she could see why, but he didn't seem embarrassed by it. She wondered when?

But now her boyfriend was upset, and suddenly the Al Bhed of the Arrancar seemed a more pressing threat than the blue haired Selkie Saix usually fought.

At least Kadaj was on their side with trying not to let this come to blows. She remembered the girl from last time. She was a Summoner, and she'd put Aerith to sleep. She could be dangerous.

Saix had, despite the current situation, felt a little bubble of smug satisfaction arise when Apache had referred to him as the 'hot Selkie'. It had come out of him in a predatory smirk when she'd amended that assessment only to remove the 'Selkie' aspect.

Then the Al Bhed had started talking, loudly, most of it in rapid Al Bhed. Saix had never paid him much heed before; he wasn't on Grimmjow's level, and Saix tended to dismiss him as a potential threat.

He still didn't see him as one. Which was why, when he caught a particular word in the Al Bhed's tirade, he said, firmly, "Watch your language."

He liked Apache. They'd had a good night together, and there was no need to be using words like that about her.

Grimmjow had half expected him to go for Saix and was slightly relieved when he hadn't. Instead, he'd opted to make a scene, loudly, in a language that was widely spoken by the general population of both the city and the country the city happened to be located in.

He turned to Yylfordt, eyes narrowed, looking more annoyed at him than he did at their favourite enemies.

"Watch your mouth," he snapped, at almost exactly the same time as Saix did.

It had grated on him when he'd berated Apache for what had happened in the immediate aftermath of it and he wasn't going to let him start over now, just because he happened to have found out the unfortunate identity of the "Selkie" it had been.

Apache stood, quite dumbfounded, at Yylfordt's outburst. He'd been annoyed before, but he'd seemed to have gotten over it, but now he was starting this again, just because she now knew who the "Selkie" was? How the hell was that her fault?

She folded her arms, glaring, but her expression softened somewhat when both Saix and Grimmjow gave him a brief yelling at.

"Whoa whoa whoa," Lea said, holding up his hands as the Summoner got a bit aggressive about the potential for a fight. "I don't want to fight anyone."

He'd join in a fight to defend his friends, but he wasn't about to try and make enemies of his own on the opposing side. As far as he was concerned, their feud with Saix was pre-existing. He didn't have a quarrel with them, no matter what went down in a battle.

"Maybe everybody should calm down a bit," Fang said, stepping forward with the rest of them and speaking up.

She, of all of them, had no history at all. She didn't know what they were fighting over or what had come before. She certainly didn't want to inherit any long-standing enmity just by association.

"You need to learn to lose a fight better, Tayuya," Kadaj said, with a sigh. She'd always been a bad loser, and Kadaj didn't doubt that was at least half of what was behind this, now.

That and a few other things. Tayuya didn't like getting emotional, she didn't do well with affection, and her idea of friendliness was picking on you and the occasional punch. Seeing Grimmjow come away from scraps with the berserker sucked. It bothered Kadaj, and Kadaj knew it had to bother Tayuya as well.

Kadaj was responding to it by deciding enough was enough, and that he wasn't going to bring fights on them if he didn't have to. Coming back home to find Grimmjow had a massive scar across his chest now had shocked him, and he didn't want Grimmjow to go picking up any more if it could be helped. Tayuya, conversely, had apparently decided that she was going to help prevent Grimmjow getting hurt again by trying to kill people before they got the chance.

It was counterproductive at best.

Tayuya nearly spat with indignation. "You weren't there," she hissed at Kadaj. "You'd fucked off to go and befriend the fucking Ryoka that are trying to kill us, so go fuck yourself trying to tell me to lose better."

She was seething. Kadaj had gone on his grand gallivant, without so much as a word, and they'd been hurt, and she could have just told them to leave that last time and she hadn't and Grimmjow had ended up with a massive scar. She was supposed to be the tactical one, and she'd miscalculated, and if Kadaj had fucking been there, it wouldn't have gone down that way.

She turned to look at Fang when she came, sticking her oar in. "Who the fuck are you?" She asked. They'd never seen this one before.

Yylfordt glowered at Grimmjow, but he wasn't out to pick a fight with his mate.

The berserker, on the other hand, was one of the two people he was most pissed with right now.

"You butt the fuck out," he snapped, pointing at the berserker, aggressively. "Just because you dicked her doesn't mean you get to interfere now." She was his damned Fraccion, after all.

Fuck, his Fraccion had shagged an enemy Ryoka. That was embarrassing.

A number of remarks came to Saix's mind. Among them was the statement that he'd done rather more than merely 'dick' her, but that was too crude to make it past his teeth. He considered telling this Al Bhed that unless Apache was supposed to be exclusively sleeping with him, it was none of his business who she did sleep with, but that would only exacerbate the situation.

"You're right," he said, after a second to consider his options. "If anyone should punch you for that comment, it should be her." He glanced back towards Apache as he spoke, a flicker of amusement twitching the corner of his mouth upwards.

If she anything like the person he'd met that night, she was more than capable of handling this idiot herself. She was feisty, and stronger than she'd looked.

He had fond memories of that night.

Fang looked down at Tayuya. She didn't look aggressive, but her resting expression was definitely that of somebody you didn't typically mess with. The scars and undeniable battle-hardened look helped, of course.

"Fang," she said. "I have no idea who any of you are, but none of you look quite daft enough to pick a fight in the middle of a city, no matter what history you have."

She wasn't being entirely truthful, of course. The girl she was addressing looked more than ready to start a fight and the Al Bhed looked almost as furious as his ... girlfriend? But even so, calling people idiots to their faces only exacerbated situations.

"It's not like I wanted to inherit an argument with any of you," Lea said, mentally blaming Vexen for the problems almost more than Saix. It was easier. He had to spend time with Saix, he didn't have to ever see Vexen again and he didn't like him anyway.

Vaguely, he wondered what had become of him and where he'd gone, but he didn't dwell on it. The situation at hand was more of an immediate concern.

"But obviously I was going to fight back," he pointed out.

Grimmjow, despite himself, agreed wholeheartedly with the Berserker on the matter. Apache did have every right to smack him if she wanted to. He was still surprised she hadn't done it last time, when he'd first made the matter of Apache's sex life his own problem.

"It's nothing to do with you, man," he said, addressing his friend instead of his enemy. "She can do what she wants, with who she wants. It ain't like she knew who he was."

"I don't even know what he said," Apache pointed out, giving a shrug, but still looking furious at Yylfordt's presumption. "Don't speak Al Bhed."

What he'd said afterwards, in the Common language, she'd understood though and, as Saix suggested, she was rather tempted to give him a smack.

"But if you say shit like that again, Yylfordt," she snarled, rounding on him, "I will smack you because I'm sick of your jealous, petty bullshit."

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