A/N: This takes place in Winter time, since it's almost Christmas. And it's mid-winter in my country :D, fucked up right?

Stuck with an idiot

"Explain to me why I'm here 'gain?"

Szayel sighed as Sexta was studying his faux body. How many times did it have to be explained? "I figured that you two were perfect for this mission, since the rest of our Espada aren't quit..." he tried to find the way to describe it, but couldn't find the words. And since Grimmjow would just keep asking what he was actually meaning. He decided to use the blunt version,

"Primera is too lazy, Segunda is too old, Tres simply doesn't want to, Quinto doesn't like his faux body, Septima and Noveno..." he didn't finish his sentence when it was about either Aaronierro or Zommari. Without saying it, Sexta knew what he meant. Those two were weird, and considering the things they saw everyday. Their concept of weird would meant just plain fucking insane to us.

"Okay, speakin' of Espada. Where's that lil' bitch."

"I'm right here." the shorter Espada walked over to Szayel, whom handed him over the gigai. "You should not talk about someone when they are not in the same room." he said nonchalantly,as if he hadn't been insulted seconds ago.

Grimmjow huffed, "Whatever, I jus' wanna finish this fucken' thing as fast as possible." he examined his gigai once more,"There's not that much to do there when ya can't beat the shit outta someone..or something." he noticed the part of his hollow mask was missing on the faux body and that the blue Panthera marks under the eyes were missing.

"I don't think that entirely true, it might be an interesting place." Szayel defended. Why would he start the research if he thought it would be as boring as Sexta described?

"Then why don' you just go?"

Szayel adjusted his glasses, "Because I have to complete some other things here." Grimmjow disbelieved, but who cared it couldn't be helped. He had to go to Gense anyway.

Ulquiorra studied his gigai silently, it wasn't that bad."May I ask why our faux bodies are so different from our actual appearances?"

Granz smiled as he explained, "Well, the Onna we have here told me that the way we appear as now is too outstanding."

"When do we leave?" Grimmjow piped in. Octava nodded, "You leave today." He pushed an uniform into his hands, Ulquiorra received one as well. The neatly folded grey uniform seemed to be a take on human clothes as Onna described them to be.

The blue-haired Espada unfolded them swiftly with curiosity, "The fuck is this? Looks like something fuckin' prisoner would wear."

Octava spent way to long trying to make them, and not to be scolded by Grimmjow. He gritted his teeth as Sexta continued to rant about how he would rather wear his own clothes instead of these 'cheap pieces of shit'.

Cuartro was getting agitated too obviously, "You can't wear your own clothes in Gense Grimmjow, which is only logical. Szayel-Aporro already explained that it would be too outstanding for us to wear."

He admitted defeat silently and cursed under his breath, "'Kay, how 'bout this," he started, despising the fact that Granz wasn't interested in his suggestion, but they were the ones whom had to go to Gense for him, so he'd better listen in. "We get human clothes in Gense."

Szayel widened his eyes, "Brilliant, absolutely brilliant." Octava praised the idea. "Not only would you fit in better this way, but if you ring me Ningen clothes I can further my research."

For a incredibly thick-headed oaf he had a good idea just now.

"Excuse me, don't we need some kind of currency? I understood from Onna that Ningen use money to get what they want from so called 'stores' in Gense." Ulquiorra asked. It was fucking good question too, now Aporro was slightly confused.

"I didn't think of that." he admitted. "I think that might be a problem," he started to think nothing came to mind. "Don't worry, I'll come up with a solution."

As the two Espada dragged their Gigai and clothes out of his lab, he tried to find a solution to the money problem. Maybe the Onna could help him?

He had to think of something quick, they had to leave in an hour.

He tried to remember everything the busty healer told him about Gense, she was probably the densest women ever created. She went from one subject to another, trying to put them in the right order. Sometimes she would even talk about something completely unrelated, like animals or amusement parks.

But that didn't matter, at least she told him what she thought was important from him to know.

She told him about the world and how their economics work. Because they had to have money to live.

How do Ningen make money in Gense?

He rubbed his temples as he tried to come up with the solution. "Well of course, why didn't I think of it before!"

A/N: :D And yes, Orihime is dense. Very dense.