I can tell that my Grimmy story will be ending soon, so I'm trying to organize the thoughts I've got bumbling around my head before going after the requests that have been swallowing me whole.

Speaking of requests; would anyone who had a request from a while ago send me what it was? I lost track of everything, but anyone who's sent it to me in the past month should still be safe. I just need more organization.

Anyway, the point is that these are all snippets of stories I've jotted down, and I need to decide which one to expand upon. So, if you would be willing to, just read over them and tell me which one you would like to see turned into my next full length story.

My first option is Nnoitra's story.

Awesome! Now I can finally show my evil side!

"You? Evil? Don't make me laugh!" A very short, smaller chested woman, Sajousei Miila, smirked as she looked up at the Narrator. "I'm the seventh espada here, and you are far, far away from evil."

Aw~! How adorable! You're fun-sized!

A large twitch mark appeared on the lavender haired womans head. "I am not short!! Stupid woman..." Turning her nose up at the Narrator, she turned her attention to the readers. "That woman is obviously of no help, so I'll just explain my story to you. This is a story of a strong woman surrounded by sexist men, and the worst one of all seems to have his eyes set on her! Throw together plenty of violence, some rather awkward situations, and a crap load of sexual tension, and you've got a story!"

That pretty much sums it up! ...You're too adorable! I just wanna hug you!

"No! Ah!! Get away!!!"

Chauvinistic pigs! That's all they are! Miila stormed through the halls of Las Noches, destroying doors as she kicked them down. Another espada meeting had just released and the entire time that ass, Nnoitra, was doing nothing but mock her! And to make matters worse, Grimmjow actually asked Sōsuke why she was even an espada! "Those fuckin' jack asses!" She cursed, overturning the small table that was sitting in front the couch.

Two nearly identical heads peeked out from the kitchen in her suite. "Wow, you look pissed, Miila-sama!" The female, Palom, stated, jumping over to sit on the couch at the right side of her master.

"Yeah," the male, Porom, mentioned sitting at her left side, "what's wrong, Miila-sama?"

Looking from one twin to the other, the espada sighed. "It's nothing, just more problems with some other espada members..."

"Oh...It's Nnoitra then?" Porom asked, fiddling nervously with the buttons of his school uniform based attire.

"No shit, Sherlock!" Palom said, smacking her twin brother on his head. She always had been the rougher of the two; a fowl mouthed, feisty, young brunette. While her more modest brother was also foul mouthed, but tended to be calmer and kept to himself more often.

Grabbing the rough girl by the back of her sailor school girl based uniform, Miila picked her up and put her on the other side of the couch. "Play nice, Palom-chan...I'm just stressed, so don't worry about it too much. Hey, can you two make me something nice to eat? I'm gonna go take a bath for now..."

The female twin saluted her master. "Aye aye, Miila-sama!"

Porom stood next to his sister, doing the same. "Of course, Miila-sama."

Leaving her fracción to the simple task of creating a meal for her, she quickly shed her tight, body suit like uniform, turning the water as hot as it could go. Pulling her soft, waist length hair into a bun, she slipped into the warm, relaxing water. "What is the problem with those two? Grimmjow's just such an ass to me, and for no good reason! And then Nnoitra...I swear, all he thinks of me as is a piece of ass. Freakin' jerks..."

Porom sighed softly, rolling the rice into nice, neat little balls. "I hate seeing Miila-sama feeling so down. I wish there was something I could do to stop Nnoitra and Grimmjow from causing her problems..."

Throwing some freshly chopped vegetables into the pot of soup, Palom, threw a few at her brother. "What are you gonna do about it? It's not like you could take on Nnoitra or Grimmjow!"

There was a knock on the door, and the younger of the two went to open it. "If it were for Miila-sama I would take on both ass holes at onc--ah!"

"What are you whining about now, bra...Jiruga-san! What are you doing here?!" Palom asked, laughing nervously as she stared up at the extremely tall arrancar. She flinched uncomfortably as he sneered down at her.

Stepping over the small fracción, Nnoitra waltzed in as if he owned the place, not even acknowledging the existence of the twins. "Yo, Porom, Palom, is dinner ready yet?" Miila called from the bathroom.

The fifth espada grinned widely, walking towards the small bathroom. "...Wait!!" Porom shouted, standing in front of the door to block the spoon hooded arrancar. "You have to leave Miila-sama alone! Please, just...wait!"

"Get out of my way, kid." He said, kicking the small arrancar out of his way and shoving the door open. "Well, well...looks like you're all ready and waiting for me, huh, Miila..."

"Nnoitra..." Miila hissed, glaring up at him from her spot in the bath. "I could call this trespassing, I'm sure Aizen-sama would gladly side with me."

"Really? Now why would you complain if I'm going to so worth your while..." Licking his lips in a lustful manner, he ran his eye along her naked form, taking in every inch of her perfectly shaped body.

A washcloth to his face distracted him long enough for the rather short arrancar to slip into her silk bath robe. "Right, because you're all I can ever think of, and I simply long for you..." Rolling her pitch black eyes, she pushed lightly past him and walked over to Porom. "Are you alright, Porom-kun?" She asked softly, picking him up and holding him affectionately.

He nodded simply. "I'm fine, Miila-sama..."

"That's good..." She smiled sweetly at him, setting the child like arrancar on the ground and standing up to her full height, (a whopping four feet seven inches). Turning around, she found herself face to stomach with Nnoitra. "Why exactly are you still here?"

"Yeah, leave Miila-sama alone!" Palom shouted, jumping up on her master's shoulder and sticking her tongue out at the taller man.

His eye narrowed. "Watch your fuckin' mouth, brat."

"Well, Nnoitra, as pleasant as I'd like to pretend it's been, I'd appreciate it if you'd leave." Miila said, motioning her hand to the door.

Staring down at her and her fracción, the spoon hooded man scoffed. "Che. Whatever..." He started toward the door, stopping as he opened it. "But I know you'll be lookin' for me soon enough..."

Rolling her eyes, she let her hair down from her bun. "Right, don't worry I know where to find you." As the door shut, she sneered at it. "Fucking perverted freak..." She muttered to herself. "Alright! What's for dinner?"

Looks like someone's putting the moves on a bit strong...

"Yeah, no kidding!" Miila rolled her eyes, leaning back with her hands behind her head. "He's just an annoying, sexist, pervert..."

Well, that's just the way he is...I like Spoony-kins...

"Yeah, but if you call him that I'm sure he'd kill you on the spot." She snickered.

"Miila-sama, where are you going?" Porom asked, watching the dark eyed arrancar as she fumbled around with some papers.

Palom skipped over to her, landing softly on the desk so she could get a better look at the papers. "Yeah, you're in a big hurry, what's with the rush? Is it something for Szayel?"

The lavender haired arrancar shook her head. "No, no, it's something that Aizen-sama asked me to see to. I've kind of slacked off a bit, and he requested it to be done today." Messily throwing the papers into a pile, Miila smiled. "Alright, you kids go do whatever the hell you want today, I'll probably be busy doing random tasks all day today."

"Thanks, Miila-sama!" Porom grinned, hopping over to the door. "C'mon, Palom, let's go see what we can do today!"

"Right, I'm coming!" The older grinned, running over to catch up with her brother. "Good luck today, Miila-sama! We'll see you later!"

She nodded, stacking the mess of papers into a neat pile. "Yeah, don't get yourselves into too much trouble, I ain't gonna go save you next time you're getting chased around by pissed off privaron. You two know Cirucci's just lookin' for the chance to get back at you two after you dyed her hair green."

"Right, we'll be good!" Palom shouted, slamming the door shut before Miila could reprove her anymore.

Chuckling lightly to herself, she turned to the mirror she had hanging by the door to fix her hair slightly. Lightly, she ran her fingers along the seven bone like earrings that were the remnants of her hallow mask. They stuck out from under her hair, three on the right, four on the left, and accompanied with the twin sets of black marks under her eyes, she'd always considered her looks rather strange. But perhaps she was just thinking too far into it, she'd always been quite self conscious. Tearing herself away from the mirror, she settled for leaving her hair as it was. Picking up the papers she moved toward the door, closing the empty suite softly as she left.

Lucky for her, the halls were empty, so she didn't have to deal with any annoyances. No Grimmjow trying to kill her for no real reason, no tripping over Stark she didn't notice sleeping in the hallways, no stare downs with Halibel, and best of all, no Nnoitra and his perversion. "Oh look, it's Miila-chan!" A mocking smile distracted the seventh espada from her mission.

"Good morning, Ichimaru-sama, how are you today?" She greeted, smiling sweetly.

Gin stepped forward, staring down at the small woman through his slitted eyes. "I'm so bored! Nobody wants to talk with me; everyone's too busy for me..."

Smiling kindly, she adjusted the papers under her arms. "Well, I've got some papers to deliver to Aizen-sama, but if you'd like I can come find you after I'm done."

Grinning widely once again, he nodded. "I'd enjoy that!"

"Gin is a good person; he's rather fun to talk to." Miila smiled.

Yup yup! But you'll have to wait until the next chapter to get the chance to talk to him.

"Aw, man!"

And then the second chapter.

"Oh wow, this actually made it to two chapters!" Miila rolled her eyes, leaning against the wall.

You act like it's a surprise...

Softly knocking on the large door, Miila fiddled nervously with the papers in her hands. Sosuke was insanely powerful, he made her more powerful, he gave her an important place in his army, and in her eyes he was incredibly handsome. "Enter." The silky smooth voice called, sending shivers down the long haired espada's spine.

Opening the door carefully, she lightly stepped into the room, ignoring the glares she was receiving from Sosuke's servant girls. She bowed her head low, holding out the papers she'd brought with. "Aizen-sama, I've brought the report you requested."

Rising to his feet, the ruler of Las Noches walked over to the small arrancar and took the papers from her. "Perfect. Very good, Miila." He said simply.

"Th-thank you, Aizen-sama!" She stammered, blushing furiously. "I live only to serve you."

A smirk seemed to form across his features as he moved his hand to move some stray strands of hair back into place. "As I'd expect nothing less...You are quite the competent young woman, and I'm pleased that you serve me so well." Miila's knees began to feel weak, Sosuke grabbed her chin holing her up to look at him. It was as if he was looking for something specific in her eyes, though, with him that close, she really couldn't care less what his motives were.

"Aizen...sama..." She almost seemed to moan, she couldn't resist holding it back with him so close to her.

"You may leave now." The former shinigami smirked, walking back to his throne and taking a seat.

Though it took a moment for his command to actually process, she quickly found herself bowing and scurrying out of the room. She looked over her shoulder at the closed door as she walked, not really noticing the person she ran into. "Distracted, huh? I knew ya couldn't stop thinkin' 'bout me..." Nnoitra grinned, looking down at her as surprise crossed her features.

Her look of surprise then turned to a glare. "I wasn't thinking about you I was thinking about someone way better..."

"That ain't possible." His grin seemed to widen as he leaned down closer to her, taking her chin in his hand. "No one's better than me."

Continuing to glare at him, her lips twitched upward in a smirk. "Why don't you tell me that when your number reads zero..." Pulling her face from his grip, she turned to leave, hoping to accidentally run into someone who could distract her away from Nnoitra.

A large hand wrapped around her neck as he picked her up and slammed her into the wall. She stared at him wide eyed as she held his arm to support herself. "I might not be number zero, but you better remember that you're still only fuckin' seven." Running a long finger along the large seven that was tattooed on the inner curve of her right breast, he forcibly crashed their lips together, forcing his tongue into her mouth as well.

That's all I got for that one, the next story will be the next chapter, and so on and so forth. Please let me know what you think!