Paris, France : Dance to my tune, the opera of death {Claire and Michael friendly meet}

The sky was dark in the city of Paris, the streets were empty, and there was but one lone figure sitting a top a Gothic church, the arrancar named Claire, wearing a witch hat awaiting a friend.. no, a foe more likely.

:p

Michael appears within the area Dressed casually of how he would usually be dressed. He arrives at the Gothic church where the letter he had recieved had told him to go. He walks forwards and looks around and then sees Clairs shadow with the moon light reflecting over her. He looks up at her and says.

"Nice hat.."

"It's new, suits me well doesn't it?" Giggling she jumped form the roof and landed like a feather. "That letter you received wasn't really intended for you though." Claire laughed as she removed the hat and just like that, it vanished. "That was for your captain."

"My Captain? then why has it got my name on it?"

Michael holds the letter close and re-reads it making sure he was correct.

"The name of who ever reads it appears where the name is supposed to be, since i thought the message was going to be delivered to him, i didn't think it mattered." Lazily she sat on her broom transport whilst explaining to him how his name appeared. "It's Holloween town magic ink see, it's the only ink i use."

"hmm.. ok then... um.. whats with the broom?"

He looks towards the broom wondering what its for.

"This?" Claire turned to look it over and said. "It's my means of transportation, i hate walking." Smiling at him she continued. "You wanna try it?"

"No thanks... I prefer Horse back or running... Now lets get down to buisness and do what I came here for... The fun and games come later!"

Michael stretches his hands to the top of his shoulders and grabs hold of his two Zanpaktou hilts. He then rips them out of there scabbards and spins them about in his hand. He then grips them well and holds them into position. Forming a Defencive position.

"Ehh, no fun at all..." Claire mockingly said as she threw 3 cards towards Michael at very high speed, so fast that it nearly resembles a bullet shot from a revolver. If he's not careful, they may cut him like sharp knives. "I'll gladly accept then, though i don't really intend in fighting you."

Michael steps to the side and spins his swords about, knocking down the 1st card the 2nd card but just dodging the third card. He stands back into position and then says.

"Well you know a deals a deal My father hates arrancar so I'm doing him a favor!"

"I couldn't care less..." Claire laughed still alert from any sudden movements from the young Fuku-taichou. "It just so happened that he's my current target, that's reason enough to hate me, i suppose."

"Really, your current target? Why is that?"

He keeps a firm grip on his zanpaktous while looking at her.

"It happens just because." Claire grins as she lays flat on the pillar behind her. "I think our Primera thinks he is up to something not good."

"Really? Like what!?"

He spins his zanpaktou around and withdraws them, And decides to think this through and listen to what she has to say first.

"Im not sure, im just obeying orders." replying Claire sighed. "Lobo sama has been acting weird lately, ever since Dizzy-kun vanished" Claire continued as she mentioned several names the shinigami would probably have no idea of.

"mhm... really... and what else has happend?"

He listens closley and notes it all down in his mind.

"That's all there is to it" Claire sighed one more time before giving him a wide grin whilst sitting on her broom transport once more. "I should get going now, Lobo sama's so weird that he set curfews on all of us, im actually running a little late, considering your not my target."

He rips out one of his zanpaktou and spins it around.

"I apologise but I can not allow you to leave even if I am not your target you are still a thret to the soul society and are an enemy of my father!"

"What a loyal dog you are." a sudden change of tone would shock anyone, that even she was. She turned to him, but with the same look as earlier. "What will you do? Fight me?"

He smirked slightly and then said.

"Ofcourse. Why do you ask? Are you not willing to fight me to save your dignity? or are you going to be a good loyal dog and go running back to your leader?"

He gave her sharp eyes with a slight smirk.

"I dont need to answer that" Dancing happily with her tongue poked out she teases him, something that she would most likely do to anyone.

"Heh oh so you admit that your just a LOYAL Dog?"

He smirks slightly begining to approuch her.

"You will never know" still doing the 'claire dance' as she would call it, she teased him even more, not to how h would react, but just to satisfy her self.

He squinted his eyes tencing his fists, trying to calm him down.

"So you are a foolish selfless Dog!"

This time Claire just giggled jumping on the broom transport as it flew her not so far away, before she completely moved away from infront of him, she poked her tongue out as she yelled. "Theirs no point explaining to you."