Welcome to Chapter two. (Hihi, peoples. We got some stuff for ya in this chapter.) Uh-huh! Like… Having conversations with things that aren't even alive. (And a few creative names for those inanimate objects.) Well… Why don't we get started. (Okay! I'm ready to type up your crazy brain. XP)

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"Oy… There sure have been some strange sounds coming out of Szayel's room…"

Halibel glanced over to Stark and nodded. "Yes. Also, he hasn't seemed to be himself since the meeting a few days ago…"

"Hee! If he's gone crazy, maybe we can throw him out in the desert."

"That doesn't seem very nice…But, I do have to agree with you." Aaroniero's double voices spoke in response to Nnoitora's comment.

Yawn. "Hey… The door's opening."

Everyone immediately turned to Szayel's door in response to Stark's announcement.

The door slowly opened to reveal a scraggily looking figure. Once long and well-kept hair was now stringy and darkened from lack of being washed. Instead off semi-tight to loose clothes, there was stained and ripped hakama with the remains of a white pillowcase and a well-worn white mantle.

Halibel pulled down the collar of her shirt to make sure she could properly see what was before her. "Szayel?"

Szayel, who had been looking down at the floor, looked up when he heard his name. "Why, hello there… Did you come to have tea with my friends and myself?"

"Qué? Tea? Friends?"

Szayel slowly nodded his head. "Yes… Please, do come inside." He turned and walked back into his room.

Nnoitora, Halibel, Stark and Aaroniero looked at each other before walking into the room. When they entered, the sites of the room made all of them stop.

The room was in shambles. Tables were flipped on the floor and equipment was tossed everywhere. Random pieces of wood were nailed to the walls. A few of the nailed up wood actually blocked access to the windows. Finally, a single strip of wood was nailed to the interior of one of the doors.

"This place…Is very creepy." Aaroniero turned around to leave. "I am…Out of here." He quickly ran out of the room and down the hall.

"Come, sit." Szayel stood by a tea set that was set up on the floor. He waved the remaining three over. "Hurry… Before it gets cold."

The three who remained began to walk over to Szayel.

"Oh! Would one of you mind closing the door? There's a draft." Szayel smiled as he slowly sat down.

Nnoitora felt a chill go up his spine. "He's fucking creeping me out… Brrah!" He shook it off and closed the doors before heading over to where Szayel was.

"Oh… Miss Halibel, why don't you sit here, with Lady Sternlicht?" Szayel patted on the floor to his left where a little doll was sitting. "Lady Sternlicht really admires you, Miss Halibel. She says that you're very pretty, strong and smart."

Halibel looked down at the doll and noticed it was one of Szayel's voodoo dolls. With a deep breath, she nodded her head and sat down with the doll. "Nice to meet you, Lady Sterlicht…"

Szayel smiled before glancing at Stark. "Ah! It's Stark. Please… Sit with Cabeza Soñonlienta. It would make him very happy."

Stark raised an eyebrow in reaction to how Szayel was acting. With a shrug, he sat down and rubbed the back of his head.

"Aren't you going to say hello to Cabeza Soñonlienta, Stark?" Szayel cocked his head to the right slightly and held up the doll.

"Uh…" Stark reached up and carefully took the dolls hand into his own. "Hola, Senor Cabeza."

Szayel smiled and handed the doll to Stark. "Mister Spoon…" He looked hopefully up at Nnoitora.

Nnoitora felt another chill up his spin and then shook it off. He sat down with a sigh and looked at the doll by his foot.

"That's Mister Cucchiaio, Mister Spoon. Why don't you tell him hello?"

"Hmph… I don't talk to dolls."

"Your making Mister Cucchiaio upset…" Szayel looked down at his lap as he frowned.

"Yes, Nnoitora. Don't upset Mister Cucchiaio." Halibel jerked her eyes towards Szayel, to point out whom she really thought he shouldn't upset. "What's wrong with a harmless greeting?"

With a grumble, Nnoitora reached down and patted the doll of him self on the head. "I guess it's a pleasure, Cucchiaoi."

Szayel smiled and took a doll out of his hakama. "See, Cotton Candy, I told you they would all like each other." He sat the doll, of him self, down in front of him. "Now… Who would like the first cup?"

Stark held back a yawn as he pointed to Nnoitora.

"Ah. Alright…" Szayel reached over to the teapot and poured some if it's contents into a chipped cup. "How many scoops of sugar would you like?" He twitched slightly, causing some of the tea in the cup to spill. "Would you like any cream?"

Nnoitora shivered as he looked at Szayel. Szayel was giving off an odd vibe that made him want to curl up in a corner. "Uh… I'll just take it the way it is…"

"Alright…" Szayel held the cup out to Nnoitora. "Here you go."

Nnoitora winced as he reached out and carefully took the cup.

"Alright… How about I make some tea for Miss Halibel and Lady Sternlicht?" Szayel lifted the teapot and poured some of the contents into a handle-less cup.

Nnoitora watched as Szayel poured a cup for Halibel.

"Sugar? Cream?"

Nnoitora looked into the contents of the cup. The tea was red in color.

"Two scoops of sugar and just a little bit of cream, please."

Nnoitora brought the cup up to his nose and sniffed it.

"Here you go, Miss Halibel. Don't forget to share it with Lady Sternlicht." Szayel poured more of the teapot's contents into a cup and looked at Stark. "Would you like some cream?"

"No."

"Sugar?"

"Si. Four scoops, por favor."

As Szayel added the sugar to the cup for Stark, Nnoitora took a small sip of his cups contents.

"Blergh!! What the fuck is this shit!?"

"Nnoitora!" Halibel glared at him.

"It's tea, Mister Spoon." Szayel looked as if Nnoitora's outburst didn't affect him. He placed the cup in front of Stark. "There you go, Cabeza Soñonlienta. Be sure to let Stark have some."

Nnoitora gritted his teeth. "Grrr… Szayel."

Szayel looked up from making his own tea. "Yes, Mister Spoon?"

"What exactly is this tea made off?"

"I'm not sure… Mother and that nice person over there made it." Szayel pointed to a shadowed, round figure leaning over the stove.

Nnoitora got up and made his way to the stove.

"Nnoitora, what are you up too?" Stark turned to watch Nnoitora.

"I'm going to ask what's in that nasty ass tea." Nnoitora got to the stove and grabbed the figure leaning over it. "Alright! Tell me what the fuck is in the teeeaaaaaah!!" He tossed the figure away from himself.

Halibel quickly stood up. "Nnoitora. What was that for?"

Nnoitora was shaking terribly. "I-I-I-I-I th-th-think I-I-I kn-know what's in the t-t-tea."

Stark stood up and he and Halibel walked over to Nnoitora. "Qué?"

Nnoitora pointed over to the round figure on the floor.

Halibel walked over to the figure and rolled it over. Gasp!

The figure was one of Szayel's fraccion. It was the one named Verona. She had been cut open and her front was covered in blood.

"Oh dear god!" Halibel backed up from the corpse and turned to Szayel.

"Holy shit!" Stark continued to stare at the dead body of Verona. "I knew he would eat them when he was sick, but make them into tea?"

Nnoitora stormed over to Szayel and lifted him up by his pillowcase shirt. "What the fuck are you thinking? Is this some kind of sick joke? Chopping up one of your fraccion and then giving it to us as some kind of drink! Are you getting some sick erotic sensation from watching us get nauseous?"

Szayel looked down at his spilled cup. "Oh dear… You spilt the tea that Mother and that nice person worked so hard on…"

"What?"

Szayel looked up at Nnoitora. "Why'd you have to do that, Mister Spoon?" Tears began to well up in his eyes. "They worked so hard on it… Y-you're so mean, Mister Spoon."

Nnoitora prepared to punch Szayel. "What the fuck is wrong with you, you sick psychotic freak!?"

"Nnoitora, stop!" Halibel ran over and grabbed his arm. "Just put him down…"

"Si. Szayel seems to be having a problem right now…" Stark walked over to them, with a sheet-wrapped Verona in his arms. "Why don't we leave?"

Nnoitora looked at Halibel and Stark and then at Szayel. He carefully set him back down. "Y-yeah… Let's go."

The three, along with the corpse Stark was totting, walked to the doors of Szayel's room.

Szayel was on his knees, carefully picking up the remains of his 'tea party'. "I'm sorry, Mother… I'll clean it up right away."

Halibel lowered her head and closed the door behind her.

(-,-)

"Stark." Aizen walked up behind him. "What are you doing here in the boiler room?"

"Amo?" Stark looked back at Aizen. "I was using the incinerator."

"What? Why?" Aizen walked over to the incinerator and looked inside. "Is that one of the fraccion Szayel created?'

"Si."

"Why are you burning it?"

"I felt bad for her, Amo."

"So you burn it?"

"Actually, Amo, Szayel killed her to make tea."

"Tea?"

"Si. I felt bad, because Szayel isn't even acting himself so I brought her here…"

"Right…" Aizen turned and began to walk out of the boiler room.

"Amo? May I ask where you're going?"

"I'm going to go speak to Szayel."

(-,-)

Grimmjow was walking past Szayel's room. "What the hell?" He heard singing coming from the room. He carefully placed his ear on the door to try to hear more clearly.

"Round and round and round we go… Round and round and round we go… Where we stop, no one knows… But, round and round and round we go."

"Hrmm?" Grimmjow pulled his head back from the door and quietly opened it. He looked inside and saw Szayel spinning around with something in his hands. He continued to watch as Szayel began to sing again.

"Round and round and round we go… Round and round and round we go… Where we stop, no one knows… But, round and round and round we go." Szayel stopped spinning around. "Oh, Mister Giaguaro, you are such a lovely dancer." He held the doll up into the air.

Grimmjow's eyes went wide. Why the fuck is he playing with a doll…That looks just like me? He shivered as he closed the door and slowly mad his way down the hall.

Aizen was walking from the direction that Grimmjow was heading. He heard him murmuring something but paid no mind to it. He was not to far from Szayel's room when he saw the door open. "Szayel?"

Szayel looked up towards the direction he heard his name. "If it isn't Lord Aizen. Did you come to see my new friend?"

"No. I came to see you, Szayel."

"Oh… But you'll make him so sad if you don't say hello."

Aizen raised an eyebrow and sighed. "Who's your new friend, Szayel? Is it some weird experiment?"

"No… It's Uesama." Szayel pulled up the front of his pillow case shirt to reveal a doll sticking out of his hakama. "Go on, Uesama, say hello to Lord Aizen."

Aizen looked at the doll in Szayel's hakama. He noticed instantly that it was a voodoo of him self. "Szayel… What the hell is that?"

"It's Uesama, Lord Aizen." Szayel carefully took the doll out of his pants and held it out to Aizen. "Why don't you shake his hand."

Aizen looked at the doll and chuckled. "No." He walked on down the hall.

"Oh…" Szayel looked down at his feet as he walked back into his room and closed the door.

When Aizen heard the door close he grabbed his arms and shook slightly.

(-,-)

"You wanted me, Lord Aizen?" Ilfort walked into the throne room and looked up at Aizen.

"Yes. I have a job for you to do, Ilfort."

"Of course. May I ask what that is?"

"I need you to go watch your brother Szayel."

"What!?" Ilfort growled slightly. "Why do I need to even be near that annoying little twit!?"

"Because, it's an order." Aizen folded his hands in front of his mouth. "Now, go, before you test my patience."

Ilfort softly growled as he bowed. "Of course… Lord Aizen."

(-,-)

Ilfort banged on Szayel's bedroom door. "Open up, you bloody fucking bastard!"

The door creaked open and Szayel looked out of it. "Oh! It's Big Brother Ilfort. What brings you here?"

Ilfort pushed his way past Szayel and stood on the other side of the doors. "What's with the way your talking, you bugger?"

Szayel carefully closed the door. "What do you mean, big brother?"

"Shut up!" Ilfort walked over to a chair and sat down. "And stop calling me 'Big Brother'. It's annoying."

Szayel frowned and looked down at his feet as he walked over to his bed.

Ilfort groaned as he pulled a book out of his jacket and began to read.

"Mmm… Umm… Uh…" Szayel's legs began to shake. "Big brother…"

"What!?"

Szayel held up a doll. "LongKlaxon has to use the bathroom."

Ilfort looked at the doll. It was a mini version of him self. He stood up and stormed over to Szayel. "The doll doesn't have to go." He grabbed it and threw it across the room. "You do. Now go!"

Szayel stood up and pulled down his hakama.

"What the bloody hell are you doing!?"

"You told me to go to the bathroom…" After saying this, Szayel began to mess himself.

"That's fucking disgusting!" Ilfort jumped back as Szayel continued to pee on himself.

When Szayel was finished, he proceeded to bend down and put his pissed on hakama back on.

"No you don't." Ilfort grabbed Szayel's arm and pulled him to the closet. He flung open the doors and pulled out a clean pair. "Put these on, now!"

Szayel took the hakama and put them on as Ilfort picked up something to throw away the other hakama.

(-,-)

Later that night, Ilfort was sleep in the chair he had been reading his book.

Daed uoy tnaw lla yeht. Leyazs. Leyazs.

Ywhay ontway ouyay ustjay etgay itway overway ithway?

CoMe On SzAyEl. It WiLl Be OvEr QuIcKlY iF yOu Do It.

Etgay itway overway ithway!

Won ti od!

Ownay! Uoya atheticpay eaturecray!

Do It NoW sZaYeL. yOu UsElEsS eXcUsE fOr A mAn.

Ieday!

DiE!

Eid!

Szayel was lying in a ball on his bed. He had his hands on his head and was whimpering. "Mother… Please make them stop saying such awful things…"

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Yay! Chapter two is finished! (Wow! That was a long one. The page counter says it's seven pages long.) Wow! Never thought there would be a chapter that long. (Yup! Whelp… Stay tuned for the next chapter. Byebyez.) Bye.

Note from the Typer: I'm sure some of you are wondering about the voices and the names of the dolls. Well… Here's the deal. Obviously one of the voices is easy to understand from a reader viewpoint but the other two may be a bit difficult. Well… In chapter one… And this chapter, the first voice to speak is actually speaking backwards. Go back and read it from the end of it's speak to the beginning and you'll know what's being said. As for the other voice, it's speaking Pig Latin. If your not sure what Pig Latin is or even how to speak it, your best bet is to look it up online since most of the elder generation might not even know it.

Now… The dolls. The names of them are in different languages, except for the one of Szayel that he calls Cotton Candy, because of the pink hair. The name for Nnoitora's doll is the Italian word for Spoon. Sternlicht, the name of Halibel's doll, is German for Star Light. Stark's doll's name is Spanish for Sleepy Head. Uesama, Aizen's doll, is Japanese for Emperor. Giaguaro is also Italian. It means Jaguar. Finally, LongKlaxon, the name of the Ilfort doll, is two words, French ones, squished together. Long and Klaxon. Long obviously means Long and Klaxon means Horn. Pretty clever names, huh?