Hello people! Long-time no see! 3

So. I know I have not finished and am not even close to finishing my Fairy Tail fic. But, I started this a few months ago and reread it today and honestly, I love it. I'm in a Bleach-comeback beat right now, and as soon as I saw this again, I wanted to put it on here. As with fanfic numero uno, whether I finish this or not is a mystery. I have a few chapters done and might write some more soon, but we'll see. I have a talent for leaving my work unfinished, mostly out of forgetfulness and laziness.

Also, you might have noticed that Valerie Evans is in this one. I do use the same name for my OC, but this Valerie and the one in Nuclear Explosion might not have the same personalities or appearances – though they might be similar still. Again, the mystery remains.

Love all of you gorgeous marshmallows and enjoy From Los Noches With Sarcasm,

Emi

"Those Soul Reapers are pathetic! I could crush them all in a single blow! How dare they presume to be able to enter Los Noches!"

"Don't underestimate them! I've heard one of the intruders is Byakuya Kuchiki, a captain, and that another is his sister!"

"Who's sister? Kuchiki's?"

"Yes, I've told you, pea-brain!"

"Who's the pea-brain, you block-head!"

"Hey, you know I was made like this!"

I yawned. This had been going on for hours. The oh-so-powerful Arrancar, elite warriors of Hueco Mundo, were simply arguing over their petty differences while Lord Aizen looked down on them with an amused glint in his eye. I set my chin on my hand, bored out of my mind.

What do they even need me for? I asked myself. Feeling thirsty - I had been denied tea -, I brought my hands under the table so no one - or nothing - would see and snapped my fingers. A bottle of water appeared in my hands. I untwisted the cap and brought the bottle to my lips, leaning back in my chair and thinking about how welcome the conclusion to this meeting would be. My train of thought was interrupted by a loud voice:

"Hey, who are you? And where did you get that?" A big Arrancar I knew to be the tenth asked with an ugly scowl. I smiled. We both knew that plastic water bottles weren't something you could simply find in Los Noches, and here I was with one in my hands.

"I simply made it," I gestured to the bottle, and shrugged. The room fell silent as the other Espada noticed something unusual was happening, between a human and one of their own no less. Number 10 laughed.

"What, you made a bottle of water out of thin air? That's impossible, girly, only the gods can create matter!" He laughed and laughed, slamming a fist on the table in his mirth. The right corner of Lord Aizen's mouth lifted in an amused half-smile. I full-out grinned.

"I did not create matter my dim-witted friend, though I assure you, my power does in fact approach that of the gods," I said softly, looking at him through my lashes so only he would notice the intensity of my stare. Confronted to my fiery gaze, the giant Arrancar's smile slowly faded.

"Hey, what are you looking at?" He cried as I assessed him. I rolled my eyes and snarled, amusement waning slightly:

"Stay still, already! I want it to be perfect, but for that, I have to see exactly what I want in my mind, in detail. This one has many components, so shut your ugly mouth and don't move!" I snapped, annoyed at his blatant ignorance – but then again, who could blame him. As if Aizen would trust him with information about me. His mouth opened and closed without a sound. He seemed confused at the power emanating from my voice. I imagined the fabric, the lace, the fit. I added a rose pattern, then dismissed it. A creamy white would do the trick.

The stupid Arrancar started to fidget uneasily under the thorough examination I was putting him through. All the others watched, some looking at him haughtily, others looking at me in curiosity ... And unease. The fourth Arrancar looked emotionlessly to Lord Aizen though, who was still smiling. The sixth Arrancar wasn't even looking at us and was carving doodles into the table with a dagger. But I remained focused, and in that 20 second moment as I looked at him, I finally perfected it.

I snapped my fingers. The sound resonated through the room, and even the heads of the ones who didn't really care turned to stare at me. Suddenly, the big Arrancar I had been staring at was clothed in a Victorian-style, white child's dress.

The sleeves were poofy and the ends lined with lace, and there were silky pink ribbons cinching the elbows. The neckline was also lace and fell in two flaps on the bust, which was of a creamy white like the rest of the dress. A good dozen or so crinolines, some made of lace, some of tulle and some of the cottony material of the dress, made the lace-covered skirt poof to three times the giant man's size for good measure. Pink bows sparsely decorated the skirt as well. The dress made him look like an oversized vanilla-frosted cupcake decorated for a six-year old girl's birthday party. He had on lace gloves and silky sock-like shoes tied with ribbons, but the best part of his whole attire was undeniably his bonnet.

The soft fabric was the same colour as the dress. Poofy in the back, it had a cone-like brim surrounding the face, typical of the bonnets of the time period from which this fashion originated. The inside of the cone was made of creased silk and the outside was a soft, shimmery, white satin. It was tied to the Arrancar's head with a silky pink ribbon around his neck.

It took a few moments for the Arrancar to realize he was dressed in a lacy child's outift. His face contorted in horror, he tried to jump out of his seat but slipped on his footwear and fell, hitting his head on the table in front of him then dropping to the floor. A few of the more mischievous Arrancars chuckled, while Number 6 in particular let out a peal of loud laughter, clutching his stomach. But the majority of the Arrancars looked at me in a sort of arrogant outrage, whispering to their neighbours. Because, how dare I, lowly human girl of barely sixteen years old, use my powers against an Espada? How could I be so foolish to be blind to the great difference in power between the ant that I was and the boot that they were, ready to crush me?