Hey Nnoitra, do you think we should wake him up?

Yeah. We have to, Aaroneiro…

But he won't be very happy if we do…

True… but I hardly doubt that he'll object to waking with a kiss.

Ew! I am not kissing him!

You don't get to, Fishtank!

Awesome….

"Nnoitra…" Szayel held up a hand before he bent down. "don't kiss me while I'm half asleep will you?"

"…Why not?"

"I don't want to be startled, okay?" Szayel cracked an amber eye open to see Aaroniero and Nnoitra standing by his bed as he expected. "Not today. What do you two want?"

"It's tattoo day!" Aaroneiro cried gleefully.

"…Great." He yawned and buried his head in the pillow, not wanting to leave the warm covers of his bed yet. "Aren't you scared of needles, Aaroniero?"

"Not anymore! 'Cause chicks love dudes with tats!"

Szayel rolled his eyes before they focused on Nnoitra who was wearing a large grin. "You told him this, didn't you?"

"Yeah? So?"

"What ever. Do I have to get up right now? Or can I take a few extra minutes?"

"Uh…" Aaroniero glanced at his watch gold wrist watch. "Um… Tia wants us to report to the tattoo room in ten. We gave you long enough the sleep in."

"And I assume that you took care of my lab last night?"

"As always…" Nnoita sat down on the bed next to him. "Just next time don't collapse over a table like a dead man and make me worried!"

"Sorry." Szayel hardly remembered falling asleep. "I will try not to next time. Now, Aaroneiro, if you would not mind leaving so I can get ready for the day…thank you. See you in five."

After he was gone, Szayel turned his attention to Nnoitra. "Do I really have to get up?"

"Kinda. I don't think Tia wants to have make an appointment for all of us."

"But this bed is so comfy! And it's cold outside!"

"Szayel," Nnoitra laughed, glancing out the window at the dark sky of Heuco Mundo. "If You haven't noticed, its always cold outside here."

"But we're in a desert! It is supposed to hot! It makes no sense!" Szayel threw the covers over his head. "And I don't want to get up!"

"You have to get up. Or Tia is going to be mad at you and-"

"I don't care!' Szayel cried, crossing his arms. He had been up working for three days in a row. He deserved sleep. "I don't want to- HEY! Put. Me. Down!"

Nnoitra snickered and carried him past his wardrobe and headed for the door in to the living room. "Glad you are up."

"That's not fair!" Szayel protested, ignoring the fact he was wearing clothes already. Having been tucked in with them on a day ago. "You put me down right now, Nnoitra Gilga!"

"Fat chance…" He opened the main door of Szayel's living quarters and headed down the hallway towards the main entrance to the palace. "'Cause I know you will go back to bed if I put you down."

"Hey! Nnoitra! I'm still in my-" Szayel was about to say Pajamas, but he suddenly noted that he was wearing clothes. "Hey…this is not fair at all!"

Nnoitra threw open the front door and stepped out into the sand of Heuco Mundo; Szayel still draped over his shoulder. It was faster to use sindo outside the large compound than to walk through the twisting corridors.

"I'm sorry, but we've got to get to the tattoo room before-"

A scream echoed across the dark world.

"Before that…" Nnoitra winced, wishing he had earmuffs.

"Yeah, yeah… I'm next in line…" Szayel muttered. "You know, telling Fishtank that girls like tattoos only gets one so far…He's out cold by now…"

"Yep…"

"And, can you put me down please? Being carried over your bony shoulder isn't making me feel very good."

"Not a chance. You'll just flit back to bed."

"Aw….come on…" Szayel begged, just wanting to go sleep and not be the next victim of Tia's tattoo handy work. "I'm so-"

The world melted away as Nnoitra took a step forwards.

"You know-" Szayel was about to speak when he took another step, sending them moving though space. "I really don't- Like this- because- all you are doing is- ugh…making me feel-"

The world stopped moving.

"Sick."

"And we are here!" Nnoitra opened a side door leading into the a white hallway and marched inside.

"Can you put me down?" Szayel whispered, not liking this method to travel. Being carried over the shoulder was bad enough, but the use of Sindo and being carried over the shoulder was not a combination.

A second later, Szayel was standing on his feet and he nearly fell over. "Thanks…not. But… thanks anyhow…."

Nnoitra grabbed his arm and grabbed him across the hallway to a room labeled, Tattoo Room - Stay out…On the door was a long list of names. All of which were not allowed to enter on their own. Mostly people who would mess around and break thing. (Yes, I am looking at you. Yeah. You, Yylfordt.)

Inside was not a unusual site. Aaroneiro's body was out cold in the chair and Tia was tattooing one of heads from the glass jar. Both of which were silent.

Grimmjow was sitting in the corner, waiting for his turn along with Ulquiorra who had brought a deck of cards. So the two were now in a heated game of high stake five-card draw.

"I captured a sleepy butterfly." Nnoitra announced as he walked in with Szayel in his grip. "He wanted to flit back to bed, but I made him get up."

"Great…" Tia murmured, her attention focused on the '5' she was putting on Aaroneiro's face. "Be with you in a while, Szayel…"

"Good. Then I can go back to bed for I won't be able to walk afterwards." Szayel fixed his glasses and as he got a clear image of the world, he froze. "What… what is he doing here?"

"Him?" Tia nodded towards Yumichika who was sitting quietly in the corner opposite of Grimmjow, watching."I needed to talk with him as I do all of you."

"Great… another adventure?" Szayel asked, not wanting to leave home so soon.

"Yes." Came the unwanted reply. "It is a mission that cannot wait until we secure a treaty with Soul Society."

"Wonderful." He made his way over to the farthest chair way from the Soul Reaper and sat down. "So…You're here to witness the insanity that happens in this room?"

"Have no choice." Yumichika replied. He was thankful he was not an Espada. He would never want a tattoo to destroy his beautiful skin. "Lady Tia ordered me to accompany her."

Szayel gave Tia a look. Why?

I wanted to keep him at my side at all times for security reasons for the time being. Her eyes said back.

That makes sense… what happened to Ciricci?

Yylfordt. Damn distraction.

All too true.

"And there…" Tia set the tattoo gun back in the holder and examined her handy work on Aaroneiro's second head. "That looks good, no?"

"Looks better than nine." Grimmjow noted, actually impressed by her skill.

"Thank you, Grimmjow dear…" She opened the small window on the top of Aaroneiro's glass jar that was, to this day a mystery to all, and put the two little Gillians back where they belonged. "Szayel, you're next. And if you laugh, I'm going to stop and you will have a half finished four on your leg. Unless, you want it somewhere else. Like your face or something."

"Nope. I like having it where it cannot be seen." He said, walking over to the chair. "That way, I keep people guessing."

"Yeah, all the pervs like Grimmjow." Nnoitra snorted, amused by where he thought Szayel's tattoo was initially.

"Leg it is." Tia smiled, pleased that Grimmjow liked her work on Aaroneiro. "Give me something to work with, please?"

"Yes, yes…" Szayel removed the outer skirt of his white clothes to reveal pants underneath. "Take this… and…" He rolled up the left leg to reveal his inner thigh where an '8' used to be. "Ta-da." He made sure the pants would stay rolled up and sat down in the chair. "I will try my best not to laugh."

"Okay…" Tia wasn't sure if she would even be able to begin as Szayel was now wearing a wide crazy grin. "Or I will gag you."

The smile disappeared.

"But on the other hand, " Tia picked up the gun and began her work without a hitch, "Unlike Ulquiorra and Grimmjow, I don't have a hollow hole to work around. Which is nice."

"I know." Szayel tapped his foot, trying to take his mind off fact he was being inscribed with ink. And the fact that he felt a laugh creeping up on him. "It is…"

"Speaking of…" Grimmjow began, a question coming to mind; ignoring Nnoitra's frantic hand signals. (Grimmjow, I would not go there if I were you!) "Where is your hollow hole?"

Szayel looked up at the ceiling. "And why do you ask?"

"Just curious I guess?"

"Then you can stay curious."

"All right…" Grimmjow sighed and turned back to his card game. "How many do you want?"

Ulquiorra glanced at his hand, thinking. "Two."

"Great. Crappy hand?"

"Yeah."

A good hour later, Tia was finished with Szayel who only laughed a little and glanced at her next victim. "Grimmjow..."

"Awesome. But, this time. Don't make me laugh!" Grimmjow ordered as he handed his hand to Nnoitra who gladly took over. When he had his '6' put on years ago, Tia came in to the room and told him so many jokes, it ended up a little messy.

"Of course not." Tia replied and began her art after Grimmjow took his shirt off and laid down on the chair that folded out to a table."I would never dream of doing such a thing to you."

"Hey!" Grimmow cut in, feeling snicker creep out of him. "I thought you said you wouldn't make me laugh!"

"It is not my fault you cannot hold in a snicker when I say something remotely funny." Tia scolded, wishing he'd just stay still and stop breathing for goodness sakes. "It is so hard to tattoo someone who takes such deep breaths. Hold it."

"But-"

"Grimmjow, hold your breath until I say so." She ordered and a moment later, he did so. Which actually helped; although a good half an hour later, he passed out and started again. At that time, Tia finally finished all of the curves in the number three, so it was not so much of a danger if he moved a little.

"And now…" Tia sighed and put her hand on her forehead an hour and a half later. Hoping that she would have digits left after this next job. "It's your turn, Nnoitra….and if you drool all over me or bite my fingers off, you are going to end up with a bar code in your mouth instead."

"Yeah, yeah…" Nnoitra finished the hand and sat down in the chair. Pleased that he had won a good thousand off Mr. Gloomy in such a small time frame. "I won't bite you-"

A hand shoved a tiny wooden block in between his teeth.

"Problem solved." Szayel muttered as he limped by to his seat next to Aaroniero who now was trying to rub his canned heads in pain. "And if you need me to take over, Tia just call."

"I won't hesitate." Tia sighed heavily and began the world's weirdest new tattoo job. Thankfully, Nnoitra hardly flinched and the job was over very quickly and all eyes turned to Ulquiorra who was playing solitaire now; feeling horribly broke.

"…Fine." Was all that was said And Ulquiorra sat down in the chair silently and took off his shirt. "Get tattooing, trash."

Tia stifled a gasp.

How dare he call her trash! She was his superior!

After a moments thought, Tia grinned and went to work. Tattooing a '1' on Ulquiorra's chest followed by a tattoo around his hollow hole in his neck. "I realized last night that we need…Yumichika, are you listening?"

"Huh?" He looked up from the mirror he stole from Nnoitra who was looming over him now. "What?"

"I have a task as I said earlier that we need your help with."

"Right. Not. I'm a Soul Reaper." Yumichika turned his nose up in the air.

Tia narrowed her eyes, "Yes, You will help. Or I will eat you."

"Okay! I'll help you!" He cried, deciding yet again he didn't like to be here at all. A few hours before, he thought it might not be so bad as everyone didn't seem to pay attention to him. "I will! What do you need?!"

"I need your sword." Tia starting with the L.

"NO!" Yumichika was not going to hand over a part of his soul to some Hollow. "Nev-Okay! It's all yours!"

"Thank you." Tia smiled under her mask, "We need it to properly assassinate Yammy Lagero."

"And…." Nnoitra was suspicious already. "Who are you sending to do this…job?"

"You, Szayel and Aaroneiro."

"Shit. When do we leave? We just got back about a week ago or something insane."

"Tomorrow. And you will be heading to Los Angeles in the United States of America. This is not to be a long excursion, it is a pure assassination mission. I cannot have the Null Espada on the loose who could return and remove me from my throne. My orders are as follows: Leave discreetly and return so with in two weeks. Rations will be sent with you and so will your Fraccion."

"Fraccion…?" Szayel wasn't sure if Tia knew his or not. "I think I will opt to leave Verona and crew at home."

"Very well then, you can do as you wish, Szayel. Nnoitra, I will be sending Telsa with you and… Aaroniero, you may pick a Fraccion later today out of the unassigned hollows."

"YAY! I get a Fraccion!"

Szayel and Nnoitra shared a look. Why did he have to pick someone they didn't know? Or worse, someone they knew. And hated.

"And farther more, I will be sending Yumichika's sword with you three to use to eliminate Yammy."

"Uh…" Nnoitra was not sure if Tia was the one who had a hole in her head,/"But… That's a really dangerous thing to give us… We're hollows, you know?"

"Yes. I know. That is why, you must be careful with it and I will be giving it to Telsa to hold on to. He being the most sensible and sane of all of you."

"Hey!" Aaroneiro cried, offended. "I'm hardly like them at all!"

"More than you think…" Tia muttered, starting on the Y. "And I need you to kill Yammy quietly and without a fight. We do not need Soul Society or the Human World getting wind of it."

"So, we just make him disappear?" Aaroniero asked, liking the look of horror on Yumichika's face as he listened to their plan.

"Precisely."

"And…" Szayel hated to think of this, but lately, only one thing was on his mind. "If we kill him… can we… "

Tia nodded. "You may eat him."

"YES!" Szayel, Aaroniero and Nnoitra shared a high-five. "Awesome!"

"Dinner here I come!"Szayel cried, too happy for words besides those.

"And I bet, " Arroniero added, "We'll all evolve 'cause Yammy is the strongest …right now."

"Yeah, right now.. Wait till he gets a Soul Reaper's sword to the face!

"Heh, Nnoitra. I love the way you talk." Szayel squealed, blushing a little.

"Thanks."

"And I, Aaroneiro Arruruerie call the arms!"

Nnoitra and Szayel shared a look from across the room. Who would want to eat Yammy's sweaty arms? "They are all yours, Fishtank!"


Author's note: and so, to Hollywood we go. And I cannot wait to see who Aaroneiro picks for a Fraccion. (No, not you Yylfordt. Hopefully.) and Telsa coming along! Yay! I've wanted to write Telsa for while now!

Also, the line that Nnoitra thinks, 'Grimmjow, I would not go there if I were you!' comes from the movie Johnny English. Awesome movie, you should watch it sometime.

Now for the New Numbers to keep in mind. I forgot to put them with this chapter for some reason. But as follows is:

(If Yammy is gone. Which is what they are hoping for.)

Tia Harribel: 0

Ulquiorra: 1

Nnoitra: 2

Grimmjow: 3

Szayel: 4

Aaroneiro: 5 ( Wow! Hehe.)