Theme song for this chapter: The End Is Where We Begin by Thousand Foot Krutch


Day One - Afternoon

Shards.

When Nnoitra brought his weapon down on Ichigo, that was all he could see.

Shards.

Floating through the air, shimmering as the sun's light grazed over them, then disappearing into nothingness.

Soon, he was holding nothing in his hands. His weapon's handle had disintegrated into shards along with everything else.

I clutched my head as pain shot through it. Then the shards. I gingerly placed my fingers on my forehead, where my mask should be, but it was gone. The spot where it used to be stung slightly, but it was gone. My face shone with relief and happiness.

Grimmjow made a quick reappearance, stabbing Ichigo through his chest before his sword and mask smashed as well. Blood gushed through the wounds that Ichigo bore as he fell to the floor. Uryu was already unconscious by Halibel-san, whose mask and sword shattered next, along with her Fracciones'. Orihime had disappeared long ago whilst Ulquiorra-sama was dealing with Chad. His mask was next to break.

All around me, blades and bone masks burst into billions of pieces. I smiled. We were free from Aizen's grasp. Then I gasped.

We were still in the air!

"Get to me, quickly!" They did as told. I just hoped our hierro lasts long enough.

We came crashing out of the sky and fell into a heap on the ground, random people crowding around us.

"What're y'all looking at?! Don't you have important human shit to deal with?" Grimmjow yelled viscously as he attempted to retrieve himself from the pile.

"Wait, they can see us?" Neliel-chan mumbled from under the pile.

"No, they're staring at the wall," Szayel-san said sarcastically as he rolled his eyes, removed himself from the pile and dusted himself off. "Hm. I really need glasses," he noted as he glanced around.

Grimmjow and I were next to escape the pile. Or at least I thought it was him.

"Grimmjow, is that you?" I questioned the muscular brunette.

"Of course it is! Are you fucking blind too?!"

"Oh, okay. Your hair's brown," I stated bluntly.

"I knew it, you are blind."

"Find a mirror, retard."

"Okay then," he huffed, searching desperately for something he could use as a mirror. "I'll prove once and for all that I- WHAT FUCKERY IS THIS?!"

"This 'fuckery', as you put it, is the result of Szayel's experiment," Halibel-san answered as they finally disbanded the heap.

"You can't prove it," the blond scientist replied.

"It was today that you tested your new experiment on us, and then this happened. On a normal day, we'd be wearing masks and bearing swords and-"

"Are you ninjas?!" a random child asked.

"Uhm, no, sweetie, we're... human, just like you," Nel-chan answered, uncertainty evident in her voice.

Hey, she's a brunette too.

"But as I was saying... I think this-" she gestured to everything going on around her. "-is proof enough," Halibel-san finished.

"Quit staring at me! I'm NOT a fucking SPOON!" Nnoitra screamed at the crowd.

"Nnoitra-sama, please..."

"Not now, Tesla!"

An alabaster hand grabbed my shoulder and forced me to turn around.

"What is this?" Ulquiorra-sama asked.

"What's what?"

"Everything. The swords and masks shattering, the hair colour changing... Have you noticed how everyone has lost their Hollow holes?"

He's right. His jacket is slightly unzipped, but just enough so you could see that his Hollow hole had sealed up. Grimmjow's and Neliel-chan's had gone, too, and so had Kitsune-chan's, but you could still very faintly see the outlines of circles where they used to be. The tattoos were gone as well, light outlines left imprinted on the skin.

"And have you noticed how ordinary humans are able to see us?"

"Yes, I have, but..."

"What are we?"

"You probably wouldn't believe me if I told you," I shrugged lightly.

"Tell me." He tilted my head up and looked me in the eyes. His eyes held sternness and determination, but at the same time, they contained curiosity and fear.

I sighed and finally answered. "We are human. Ordinary human beings. We're born, we live, we die. Humans."

He shoved me away, "We're trash."

"No, that's trash," I said, pointing to a trash can sat on the end of the street. He glanced towards it briefly before leaving to assist Tesla-kun, Neliel-chan and Halibel-san in restraining Nnoitra.

I gazed at Grimmjow, who had just got over the fact that he was now a brunette. He was completely topless and flexing his muscles in front of a group of love-struck girls who stared in awe, strings of drool dangling from the corners of their mouths.

When he finally got bored of working the crowd, he came over to me. "Hey, Emo Bitch's Bitch, the hell do we do now?"

I forgot that I was the only one with any basic human knowledge. Looks like these people need me.

"Give me one good reason why I should tell you."

"Because I'm a fucking sex god," he flexed his muscles again, trying out several different poses to try and impress me.

It's not working.

"Going to need a better reason than that if you want any of my help."

"Uh, well," he mumbled, dumbfounded over the fact that I didn't swoon over him like the other girls did. "Tell me or I will... I will... Y'know what? I don't fucking know. Just tell me."

"Okay. We move to another country," I stated. I could tell by his facial expression that he thought I was kidding. Well, I'm not.

"I'm being serious," he snarled, crossing his arms.

"So am I," I mimicked his pose.

"Which country?"

"Get the others over here and we'll discuss it."

It barely took him a second to grab their attention - and Nnoitra's hair - and bring them to me. Now I can make them do anything I want! Anything...

"What's the plan?" Nel-chan asked.

"We have to move to another country," I answered.

"No, seriously," Mila Rose said.

"I am being serious."

"Which country?" Halibel-san questioned.

"What languages can you speak other than Japanese?"

I asked the same thing over and over again, only a name would differentiate each question. All of them - except for Grimmjow and Nnoitra, but Grimmjow knew a little French instead. Nnoitra, on the other, more useless hand, only knew Japanese - knew Spanish. Two or three of them knew German or French, and none of them knew English. Except for Szayel-san, but he only knew a few phrases so that doesn't count.

"I've decided. We're going to.."

I paused for dramatic effect.

"...England!"

"What?!" they yelled collectively.

"Yup. England. Great Britain," I smiled. "We'll need to hire a Japanese-English translator, but other than that it should be fun."

"But none of us know English! It's fucking pointless going there! Why can't we go to the stupid Spanish country?" Nnoitra shouted.

"Firstly, the Spanish country is called Spain," I began. "Secondly, I'm the only one with any basic human knowledge because Szayel-san deems the human race pointless trash and has not bothered to learn about them and so I-" I jabbed my thumb into my chest for emphasis. "-am in charge." A grin spread across my face as I added a third item to my speech. "Thirdly, how much are you willing to pay me to be your translator?" Relief and joy flooded the faces of the people around me. "We'll have to leave this country as soon as possible. Without weapons or even basic offensive abilities such as Bala or Cero, Ichigo and his buddies could easily defeat us."

"Pfft, like hell. Even without Santa Teresa with me, I'm still strongenough to take down that fucking carrot-top!" Nnoitra claimed.

"No, you're not," Nel finalised. "What do we have to do first?"

"Find money for plane tickets. We can't use a Garganta to get over there, we're human; we gotta fly. Airplanes," I explained.

"Stupid bloody humans," Grimmjow grumbled.

"Yes, well, to be able to buy tickets to get on the planes, we have to work." They all simultaneously sighed. I grinned evilly. "And the best part is, I'm too young to work. So it's going to be you. All of you. Besides, it's about time you find out what work really is."

And all of a sudden, I feel hated.

"Like hell am I working!" Nnoitra protested.

"Hey, could I make money off of exposing my amazingly sexy body?" Grimmjow inquired.

"Yes you are, and maybe, but I think I have a job in mind for all of you already. All you have to do is shut up and avoid drawing attention to yourselves."

If that's at all possible.


"Urahara-san!" I sang cheerily as I pranced into the shop.

"Chie-chan! What a pleasant surprise! And who're they?" he questioned, peering suspiciously over my shoulder to get a better look at them.

"Well," I turned to face them and pointed at them individually whilst addressing them. Obviously, I changed their names incase Urahara knew. He's probably smart enough to have figured it out by their appearances already.

"Oh, really? They look awfully familiar." As I said, he's smart.

Shit, I need ideas. Hm...

"Oh, um, they're cosplayers! He cosplays L from Death Note," I said, motioning to Ulquiorra-sama. "And she's ...Lust from Fullmetal Alchemist?" Neliel.

"Isn't Lust's hair a little darker?"

"Cana Alberona from Fairy Tail?"

We both glanced over towards Nel, simultaneously "eh"ing before I began again naming anime characters with similar appearances to my allies.

Hm, I never thought I'd ever call an Arrancar - ANY Arrancar - my ally.

"And he's what it would look like if Kenpachi Zaraki and Orochimaru from Naruto had a baby!" Nnoitra.

"I really didn't need that image in my head," he gulped. He looked a little green. "Huh. Well, what do you need?"

"Work."

He gasped, eyes widened in shock. "Wh- A- How-... Are you high?"

"I'm serious!"

"Well, I guess I could get a few of them working, but only on small jobs such as restocking the shelves and sweeping. Other than that, there's nothing around here that needs doing."

"Good enough."

And then we discussed pay.

That was possibly the most boring conversation in my entire life, but at the same time, it was probably the most intelligent.

I turned to face my allies, a victorious grin on my face after negotiating the original pay and getting him to raise it by another hundred yen per hour.

And they're gone.


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