Chapter 14: Cure for Prejudice


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Franceska M Rose, are you a coward?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Kazuya’s voice was soothing, yet his words were rage-inducing.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Coward?!” M Rose roared fiercely, faint yellow Reiatsu flickering around her. The lioness’ strongest show of Reiatsu couldn’t intimidate him in the slightest. “Who are you calling a coward? I have been chewing Hollows for longer than you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Weird thing to be proud of.” He shrugged. “Well, chewing bones doesn’t stop you from being a coward. Only a coward would keep their thoughts contained for that long,” he said slowly, his eyes piercing into her soul. “You have a problem with me, don’t you? Say it to my face if you aren’t a coward.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">M Rose scowled. “I don’t have a problem with you. You are the <i><span style="font-weight:400">problem</i><span style="font-weight:400"> looming over us!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You don’t have to repeat what I just said. I want to know your reasoning forbeling me the <i><span style="font-weight:400">problem</i><span style="font-weight:400">? Every phenomenon in this universe has a reason. Your hatred should have one too.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s because,” M Rose paused and looked around. After making sure nobody was eavesdropping, she red at him, eyes glowing menacingly. “Harribel-sama is putting so much effort into training you. She will make you strong, stronger than herself…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“And?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You will betray us!” she growled. “All male Hollows are scum. You’ll kill Harribel-sama, me, and Sung-sun, and eat us... I have seen that happen so many times. Men are disloyal, backstabbing pieces of shit.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The pack she belonged to was torn apart because of a man''s megalomaniacal tendencies and the resulting internal strife. She would’ve been a casualty if not for Harribel’s timely rescue. In her eyes, Kazuya had all the markings of the man who caused her former pack to go up in ashes, even though their personalities were worlds apart from each other.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She didn’t have an ounce of trust in him.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Kazuya expected some intricate reasoning behind her hatred. However, what he heard left him baffled. M Rose seems like one of those women who develop a profound detestation for all men after suffering one heartbreak. Perhaps this was her condition before she passed away and her soul became the dominant one in Adjuchas.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Gosh, you’re so… strange. My image in your mind is that of an ambitious man who would destroy everything to gain strength. Right?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">He was a bit twisted, but he wasn’t a psychopath without empathy. M Rose’s image couldn’t be further from the truth. After all, he adored all four of his Hollow friends.


    <span style="font-weight:400">M Rose nodded unconsciously, wondering how he read her mind so precisely. “Yeah…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Taking a deep breath, he looked her squarely in the eyes. “Tell me one thing I did to deserve this assessment? Go on. Take as much time as you need.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">He crossed his arms, tapping his left feet as if showing he was waiting.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That’s easy—” M Rose paused, finding herself at a loss of words. After all, she couldn’t find anything tangible to fire back at him, no matter how much she thought. He had been quietly supportive like Harribel. None of his actions so far resembled the evil man in her mind, causing her fantasy to crumble like a poorly constructed house of cards.


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">‘I was… wrong?’</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">A tide of embarrassment swept over her upon recognizing her error. The confrontation brought about an end to her clouded perspective, which was obscured by the haze of bygone tragedy.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She averted her gaze from his solemn eyes, looking remorseful for her immature judgment. “I’m sorry…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She was quick to apologize as well, ying into her ‘headstrong and quick to take action’ archetype in his head.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“M Rose.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">He raised his hand, index finger extended, sky blue Reiatsu enveloping his hand. Just when she thought he’d p her as a punishment, he surprised her with a lightning fast flick on her chin. The attack wasn’t vicious as M Rose expected. It still made her wince.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That was your punishment. We’re even now,” he said, his voice low and calming. He reached up and stroked her mane. “I know there are terrible people out there, but their gender doesn’t define who they are. There are just as many evil bitches out there as there are wicked men.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">His face was a mask ofpassion and understanding as he brought her astray from the path of sexism. She nodded, listening to him as if his words were the profound truth of the world.


    <span style="font-weight:400">He smirked. “But then again, I don’t care what you think about others. They can burn in hell for all I care.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“...”


    <span style="font-weight:400">He let his fingers linger, massaging her mane before trailing down to her ears in a gentle caress. Stepping back, he smiled at her with a look of contentment. He cured her deep sexism with little effort. The achievement was worthy of celebration on its own.


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">‘My voice is so unfair against these naive girls.’</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">He couldn’t wait for the day his Hollow friends achieved the Arrancar stage and became humanoid. The day he would finalize his ns to take them.


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">‘Is this considered grooming? Hmmm… Who cares.’</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">M Rose veered over and hit his leg with her head. “I’ll keep an eye on you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’re going to stalk me? It’s creepy.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You wish! I will do it to make sure Harribel-sama is safe from you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Funny you say that. I’m worried Harribel might do something to me before I do anything to her.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">M Rose recalled Harribel’s extreme ways to train him. Harribel’s interest in him bordered the lines of obsession. She felt like the chances of his words being true were higher than Harribel suffering at his hands. It was another aspect she had missed in her one-sided hate for Kazuya.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“T-Then I will make sure to keep you safe from Harribel-sama.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“A. I’m melting from your consideration.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Why do you have to act so annoying?!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Because it pleases me? Does it—”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Suddenly, a Hollow emanating a dangerous Reiatsu entered his perception. M Rose involuntarily shuddered, the terror of a powerful Vasto Lorde coursing through her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“We have a guest,” he whispered, eying rapidly flying towards them in a blur. “A powerful one.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The Hollownded on a mountain before him and their appearance became clearer. His mouth hung open in surprise. The Hollow was a striking sight in the darkness — a young woman with short, curly purple twin-tails and eyes of the same color. Her frilly dress clung to her body, itsrge puffy sleeves cutting off just above her shoulders, and two short wings extended from her back. The wings were a part of her dress.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She had paired her outfit with opera gloves, knee-high boots, and leg warmers connected to garters at her thighs.


    <span style="font-weight:400">A light purple teardrop marking painted onto each of her cheeks, violet lipstick, and ck fingernailspleted her voluminous Goth Lolita look. She was quite literally the embodiment of Gothic Lolita in Japanese fashion.


    Kazuya''s brows twitched. "Fuck me. Baraggan sent an Arrancar after us."


    She was what Kazuya strived to be - an Arrancar. The remnant of her Hollow form was a spiked hairpin. He wondered about his own Arrancar form. How would he look and what shape will his Zanpakutō take?


    The woman''s eyes widened before she nodded to herself. "Knowing about Arrancars won''t change your fate. #5 Espada, Ciri Sanderwi is here to collect you and your friend Vasto Lorde."


    A smirk stretched across her face as she reached behind her and pulled out a long whip with arge metal disc attached to it. Her look of haughtiness was almost intimidating, as she casually swung the whip, its tip slicing through the air with a sharp crack.


    "Bring the other Vasto Lorde, boy," she said in a mocking tone. "or not, it doesn''t matter to me. I enjoy watching pathetic losers try to resist me. That always gives me an excuse to teach them a lesson with my whip. Ahahaha."


    Baraggan just had to send a sadistic one to fetch him.