Purge (Chapter 7 Part 9) [07.9] Barragan Louisenbarn


“Barragan-sama isn’t here right now,” said the Arrancar I assumed was a Fraccion. He had dark wavy hair, very fat lips, and bright purple eyes.

He glared at me.

“Oh, uh ok…well, where can I find him?” I said.

He narrowed his eyes at me, then pulled back and snorted. “What is with your hair?”

I was taken aback. I reached back and touched my hair. It was still loose and probably looked a mess by now. “Is there something wrong with my hair?”

“It’s weird. It is so curly and so long, yet you have no split ends. How do you do that? Do you use some kind of formula to bring out that beauty of yours?”

I blinked. Was this person a man or a woman? Was there such a thing as a transvestite Arrancar?

“No…”

He made a “humph” sound then said, “My name is Charlotte Coolhorn, and I am obviously the most beautiful as well as talented of Barragan Louisenbarn-sama’s Fraccion. You are…not an Arrancar.”

“No. I’m a Shinigami. Ichimaru Nadeshiko. Barragan-dono should have been expecting me…”

“Oh, you’re that girl! Barragan-sama was waiting for you, but you were spending too much time with Halibel. He went looking for you. You should not test Barragan-sama’s patience,” said Charlotte, making a tsk-ing sound.

“Right, sorry,” I said, resisting the urge to roll my eyes.

“Well, he will be on his way back soon to get his medication in. You should come in and let me fix that hair of yours while we wait. It’s so horribly loose!”

I shrugged and followed Charlotte into the room.

Inside at the center of the room was a throne made of…bones. I tried not to grimace as I turned away from it. The rest of the room was empty except for a mirror.

“Are you Barragan-dono’s only Fraccion?” I asked.

“No, no! Of course not-Barragan-sama is a much more powerful man than that. Everyone wants to be his Fraccion, and he has chosen six very special Arrancar only as his Fraccion. Now, sit and tell me how you usually tie your hair. You cannot possibly fight with those curls flying around, can you?”

“Oh, no…here, I’ll show you…”

We were done by the time Barragan had returned.

The door opened and an extremely old man walked into the room, bringing with him a weathered but powerful presence.

“You are Ichimaru Nadeshiko!” he thundered in a raspy voice.

I bent down in a small bow, then stood back up. “That’s correct. You are Barragan-dono, right?”

The Segunda Espada sat down in his throne of bones. “You are very late. You made an old man like myself get out of my seat to go look for you. You are very disrespectful.”

“I’m sorry,” I murmured, dipping my head.

“I do not know what Aizen-sama was thinking, but I will not go against him. Now that we have met, get out of my sight and do not bother me again.”

Charlotte sent me off at the door, singing an airy goodbye and requesting that we meet again should I ever need help with my hair.

I sighed as I walked down the hall to Stark’s room.

Finally, I was almost done.