Arekussu was sitting in his room at the top tower of Los Noches, music slowly drawling from the small speaker he had set up on the bedside table. All that was in the room was a bed, the side table, a bookshelf, and the TV screen that sat on the opposite wall. Arekussu had had a huge atrium when he was Segunda previously, although he had never truly liked the huge room. It was perfect in every way in regards to acoustics, but it was also too empty. He had felt lonely in such a large room. This small tower room suited him much more, and he had to be honest with himself in saying that the sound quality did not change that much if it was not live music.
His eyes switched focus from the roof to his screen when a message indicator flashed across it. “Open and read.” said Arekussu, the computer picking up his voice pattern and relaying the commands through the system. Before him opened a letter, one from Anamist the Quatra Espada, or as Arekussu liked to call him, the Butler. A soft female voice began to read the letter, and the contents legitimately surprised Arekussu. Overthrowing the Soul Society’s regime? The was by far the most ambitious scheme he had seen the arrancar concoct for some time. However, the letter did little to convince Arekussu that it would be a good idea. He would need to go and meet with Anamist to find out more. Hopefully Anamist would have a good argument; otherwise Arekussu might be forced to take action to stop such a violent proposal.
Arekussu stood up in his room, and after stretching for a moment, tore a hole in space and time, a gargantia to the human world. Soft melodies spewed from the hole, all distinct and yet with strange unfollowable rhythms. Arekussu had never understood the source of the music, and oft times it would haunt his dreams aswell. He could have sword that some of the sounds he heard in the songs were unearthly notes, notes that did not fit in the normal spectrum of hearing. He shuddered to think of what produced the sound, and as such made his trips through gargantias as quick as possible.
In a moment, Arekussu was in the human world, his eyes adjusting to the brightness of the area. Even at night it seemed brighter here, as if Hueco Mundo was always covered in a veil of black mist. Arekussu felt out with reitsu and immidiatly located Anamist, near the Karakura high school. He sonidoed in that direction just in time to hear the shinigami who was there pose a question to the arrancar. It was a good question, something Arekussu had been considering himself.
Instead of waiting for Anamist to respond, however, Arekussu simply butted in, saying, “Mass chaos and destruction I suppose. Isn’t that the case with all leaderless armies?” His clothing settled from the end of the high speed movement as he removed the headphones from his ears, something he only did when he was completely serious about a conversation. “There is no true purpose to this, just massive destruction. Imagine the lives that will be lost in just breaching the Sekkiseki gate. Sure, perhaps a few races are oppressed at the moment, but it has always been that the lives of the many outway the lives of the few.”