When All Hell Broke Loose In Los Noches
By skitzokitty (=^.^=)
Warnings: I have absolutely no idea what is gonna happen (=-.-=), it's outta my hands, so as for warnings the possibilities: shit ton of cussing, blood and violence, not sure if that covers it…oh! And random bouts of schizophrenia and random shit! Maybe other some other shit, but I'll leave that up to the readers who review.
A/n: there are two oc's in this chap (and the rest of this series for that matter, there may be one or two others, not sure yet). They are as follows: Bartholomew Montoya (Bart/B-chan) and Azmarrea Silverstag (Azzy/Rea [only Stark calls her 'Rea']). These two girls were sisters in the human world before becoming hollows, as time went on they both became adjuchas(Bart was like a hyena while Azzy was leopard-like), Bart is forceful, aggressive, has drastic mood swings, and is protective of her sister (when she's not beating on her), Azzy is shy, possibly messed up in the head, a bit childish, and as powerful as her 'sister' (she is underestimated b/c of the way she acts).
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, if I did a lot of things would be different such as Azzy and Bart being real characters. Oh! And let's just say this takes place before any Espada start getting killed, shall we?
Dedications: I am dedicating this story to my sister, Kellie, aka the evil cheesecake aka Satan's child aka Bartholomew, without her inane ramblings, the oc's wouldn't have been created nor most of these situations, and this chapter is dedicated to my little black book, without it I wouldn't have been able to write chapters on the fly.
On with the show! ^(=^.^ =)^

Chapter 1: Two?

*****Grimmjow's pov*****

'Damn, Aizen. Why the hell did I have to be here?" I thought bitterly. Aizen knew I didn't give a flying fuck about the Arrancar he was going to bring in today. 'Fucker just wants to show off again.' I looked around. Just Gin, Barragan, myself, and that damn little suck up, Ulquiorra. A sudden flash of light, a little brighter than usual, and the new bastard was here. I didn't feel like looking at him as I figured I wouldn't be seeing him again after today.

"Can you tell me your names?" Aizen-that asshole- said in that smug fucking voice of his. Wait, 'names'?

"Yes," came the dual-toned reply. I looked up. That voice- no correction- those voices sounded distinctly female. One look confirmed it. Two girls, one sat on the floor with her knees drawn up to her chest, the other was standing hand on hip. I looked away again. They didn't even look like a likely threat or any fun to fight.

"What are your names?"

"Azmarrea Silverstag." the one on the floor replied sweetly while the other growled out a "None of your fucking business."

"I didn't ask for a smart aleck remark." Aizen glowered at the girl. "Tell me your name." The girl was obviously not pleased to be talked down to. 'Who would?' I thought snidely.

"Not that it's any of your business what my name is, but you can call me Bartholomew Montoya." she sneered. It was kinda funny to hear someone talk back to Aizen like that. You could practically feel the anger rolling off him in waves. 'this chick could be fun,' I mused.

Then that creeper, Gin, decided to throw his two cents in with: "Isn't that a boy's name?" I had to see this, it could be interesting.

"And your point would be…?" she waved her hand in dismissal at Gin.

That old fuck, Barragan, was staring blatantly at the two girls. No small wonder as to why. Hell, they were both fucking naked, probably why the other one was still on the floor.

The one standing was nearly as pale as that priss Ulquiorra, if that was even possible, purple shoulder length hair, and piercing silver eyes. Her mask circled her left eye and ran down the side of her face to her chin, the bottom edge was shaped like the upper part of a jaw with razor sharp teeth. She apparently either didn't care that she was naked or was daring one of us to comment. Her hollow hole was in the dead center of her chest right between her breasts. Not that I was looking!

The other one had bright green hair loosely curled down her back, it was impossible to see her eyes hidden as they were behind her arms. She easily rivaled the other girl in paleness but apparently was not the dominant one. The purpled haired one was in an intense staring contest with Barragan, completely ignoring Aizen. It so pissed him off to be ignored. I would've laughed but I knew Aizen would probably have taken my arm off again, so I wisely kept my mouth shut.

All of a sudden Bartholomew squatted down and poked the other in the head. "Hey, wake up, dumbass." 'she was asleep this whole time?'

"Huh?" the girl looked up bleary eyed at the purpled haired one. Silver. They had they same see-right-through-you-silver eyes. The remains of her mask took the form of a set of jawbones that held her hair back from her face.

"I said 'wake up'. You can't be falling asleep here." she snapped.

"But it's cold in here." Azmarrea whined.

"That's because you have no clothes on, dipshit."

"Oh, really?" she looked down and blushed. "Bart, I really need something to wear." she looked up at the girl who just rolled her eyes.

Aizen walked out of the room shaking his head, leaving the rest to Gin, that creeper. Said creeper looked around the room with that grin of his (can that be called a grin?) and headed out the door as well.

That purple haired girl straightened, turning her pointed stare at Barragan, yet again. She raised a hand, pointing at him.

"You, old man. Give me your jacket." she didn't ask for it she demanded it. The old fuck just leered at her. She snapped her fingers at him. "Hello! I'm not fucking talking to myself, am I? Hand it over, or your head will be adorning that damn table."

"Now what makes you think you could?" Her eyes tightened.

"Bastard, you have until I count to three or your head becomes an ornament. One," she started.

"You're cute, but I don't think so." Barragan crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. Azmarrea started laughing. Actually it sounded more like cackling.

"Three." It was uttered so quietly I barely caught it before Barragan's head went flying through the air. Faster than I could see she had, using only the fingers of her right hand, cut his head off. Now she was pulling his blood stained jacket off his corpse as Gin walked back in, spare clothes in hand.

"Well this certainly is interesting." Gin remarked. He set the clothes on the end of the table closest to Bartholomew.

"Fuck you," Bartholomew growled while handing the over-sized garment to Azmarrea. "Here, wear this, dumbass." the green haired girl just beamed up at her.

"Thank you!" As she slid her arms through the sleeves she sniffed at the stains. Seemingly without a thought to what she was doing, or who was watching, she began to lap at the blood. The other smacked her up side the head.

"Ew! That is seriously gross! What is wrong with you?"

"What?" she looked up innocently at the other.

"Don't 'what' me! You don't know where he's been! What if he had a decease or something? He certainly looked like it. Where's your common sense? I can't believe we're even sisters!" she threw her hands in the air.

"Ha! You admitted it!" Azmarrea pointed at her in victory. The two started to bicker pointlessly. 'This is just too funny.' I thought to myself as confusion fleetingly crossed Ulquiorra's face. Gin broke up the two sisters.

"Alright, ladies," they looked at him like he was crazy. "Let's stop the fighting shall we? I have clothes here for both of you. Aizen-sama has dismissed the rest of you, by the way." Gin handed the girls the clothes and walked out right behind Ulquiorra. I could finally see Azmarrea's hollow hole, it was below her right wrist.

They started to argue again about what Azmarrea should and shouldn't wear of the clothes Gin had provided. I figured I'd take a nap right here since my chair was starting to feel more comfortable to me.

*****no one's pov*****three weeks later*****

With Barragan dead and two new Arrancar, it seemed quite natural that Bart took his place with Azzy as her Fraccion. Even though Azzy wasn't an Espada she still went just about everywhere with Bart. To important meetings, on all her missions, to bother the hell out of the other Espada, it didn't matter to her really, she was just there to help her sister, even if Bart didn't want it. Though after a while her sister would get annoyed enough to hit her on the head.

Now three weeks after their arrival they were arguing, as they did at least once every four or five hours, on their way to a meeting. This time it was about Azzy's favorite thing to dispute about: her clothes. It was one of the few times she could possibly win the argument.

"Why are you wearing that ugly ass thing still?" Bart snapped.

"What's wrong with it?" Azzy retaliated. They turned down a hallway.

"Well for one thing you have no pants." Bart pointed to her sister's bare legs. She had chosen to keep the former number two's jacket, though it was rather over-sized on her petite frame. The hem hung down to about mid thigh, the sleeves had been altered so that they reached her fingertips, and she now had a black sash festooned about her waist.

"But it's easier to move in," she threw back. As if to prove her point she ran down the hall and back. Another thing that bothered Bart was the way her sister walked. It was never flat like 'normal' people but on her toes, her heels rarely ever touched the floor. "If a bit itchy." she pulled at the fur trim she hadn't been able to remove from the collar.

"By the way where the fuck are your shoes?"

"Dunno."

"Go get your damn shoes." Bart sighed.

"No! I'm not wearing them!" Azzy stuck out her tongue.
"Hypocrite. Your not wearing yours either." Bart just grumbled under her breath. Azzy just smiled. She knew she won.

"Fine, be that way. But if you don't put on some shorts I'll tell Nnoitra that you don't wear underwear!" Azzy looked aghast.

"You wouldn't dare!" she accused. "And that's a lie!"

"I would and you know it. Besides do you think that me lying like that would stop Nnoitra from trying to look?"

"Fine but it'll have to wait until the meeting is over." she mumbled 'cheater' under her breath and tugged on her collar again. Bart smiled, she knew she won.

*****later at the meeting*****Azzy's pov*****

"Bartholomew!" Aizen-sama snapped. "Have you heard a word that I've said?" B-chan looked up at him bored. Aizen-sama scowled.

"Yeah, yeah. Can I go now?"

"Fine." Aizen-sama wasn't happy at all. My sister waltzed out the room without a second glance. For once I didn't follow her out.

I walked over and poked him in the forehead. "You'll get wrinkles if you keep frowning so much." I smiled up at him.

"What is wrong with her?" he muttered so quietly that I barely it heard it standing in front of him.

"Well." I said. "She has authority issues, a superiority complex, violent tendencies, gets bored eas-" Aizen-sama held up a hand.

"I get the picture, thank you." I saw the corner of his mouth twitch upward.

"You're welcome!" I bowed enthusiastically and skipped out that room like a demented rabbit. I figured if I wanted to keep B-chan from telling perverted lies to Nnoitra, I should scrounge up some new clothes.

My room wasn't anything like other Fraccion got. It consisted on my sister's over sized closet. It was large enough for me to sleep in and to have a small bookshelf. My 'bed' was just a pile of blankets that I curled up in at night. I searched through all my belongings. Nothing. I had absolutely nothing to use for a suitable substitute to the former Segundo's modified jacket. I spent the next five minutes trying to fix the damage I had done to my 'room.'

I went to Harribel-san's room to ask for her help. She agreed. I left her room half an hour later. My outfit now consisted of a white vest, similar to Lilinette's except that mine was actually zipped up, a pair of tight shorts that ended mid-thigh and rode low on my hips, a pair of Szayel-kun's gloves with the fingers cut off, and I had retied my black sash around my waist. I also tied my long, green hair up in a high ponytail with a long black ribbon. Unlike most of the other Espada, Harribel-san didn't try to get me wear the shoes everyone else wore.

After that, I randomly wandered the halls in search of something to do. This place could get so dull without someone to play with. Although it was always fun to see what B-chan brought back from the human world. Last week it was a deck of cards, four days ago it was a black t-shirt that she now wears, and two days back it was a cat toy that she used to drive me crazy for nearly three hours. That is until Gin-san decided to stop her, thus resulting in him getting whack with the damn thing. He still sports a nice, long welt along the back of his neck. Man, that girl can swing!

After a few minutes I stumbled across an open room. I peeked in. Tousen-san had his back to me, it looked like he was writing or something. One could never be too sure. I just had to see if I could sneak up on him. Before I had a chance to, a pale hand grabbed my leg in a bone-crushing grip. Needless to say I was surprised as hell! In response I stupidly jerked around slamming the front of my head into the doorframe, effectively knocking myself out.

*****End of chapter one*****
I bet you just hate cliffhangers (=^.^=), but since I had nowhere to go but unconscious I couldn't very well keep this running. Plus I realize that this first chap is really long. Gomen nasai(=-.-=) I didn't mean for it to be this long but certain things had to happen to allow ch2 to go the way I wanted, and sorry for the switching b/t simple and slightly formal in Azzy's speech pattern, that's just the way I am, just like B-chan easily pissing people off in reality. This note is to those who have read 'A shinigami hell storm', yes the Azmarrea/Kristen in there is me as well and NO! I am Not like that in ch78!(=.=*) And a final note to my dad who will be reading this: Daddy, you ain't gonna understand a damn thing if you don't read Bleach first!

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