"There's got to be some evidence to where Byakuya is." Sanura shoved her hands in her pockets and glanced up at her red-haired companion.

"Knowing Captain Kuchiki," Renji replied. "He'll be alright. It's Rukia I'm worried about."

"Well, neither of us know where she went." Sanura shrugged. "Didn't you grow up together?"

"Yes." Renji nodded, and then the two were quiet. "Do you think the Captain Kuchiki's office would have anything clue-like?"

"Only one way to find out." Sanura grinned.

-;-

"Anything?" Sanura asked, glancing up from her bent position behind the desk.

"Nothing." Renji shook his head.

Sanura sighed, hopping onto the desk. Renji leaned against it, looking a little defeated.

The door was suddenly thrown open, revealing a panting Rukia.

"Brother?"

"RUKIA!" Renji grinned, moving forward. "You had me worried there, but you're here!"

The disappoint that flashed across the girl's face was hard to miss, but somehow, Renji managed to.

"And you look great! You recovered from the beating you took. You were getting pretty-"

The male continued digging himself into a deeper grave.

"Renji, stop it." Rukia growled. When he didn't stop, she punched him to the ground. "I SAID STOP!"

Sanura chose to start laughing then, rolling on Byakuya's desk.

"Renji got owned by a girl!" She hollered.

"I'm still shaky from what happened so don't touch me! Got it!" She snarled.

"Right, got it." Renji nodded, holding his cheek.

Once everyone had calmed down, Sanura checked on Renji's cheek.

"It won't bruise." She confirmed. Renji nodded.

"Glad to see you made it back." Renji began talking to Rukia again. "Most of the Captains are here now."

"What about my brother?" Rukia turned slightly. She had been staring at Byakuya's empty desk. "Captain Kuchiki?"

"Oh right." Renji lowered his head. "There's a search party out looking for him."

"We haven't found anything yet." Sanura sighed, sending the girl a sympathetic look.

"Hey, don't worry." Renji grinned, lifting his thumb. "There's no way Kuchiki would get killed in a skirmish like this one."

"You're right." Rukia gave a small smile.

-;-

Sanura stopped, and then backed up several feet.

"Ichigo?" She stared at the orange haired male.

"Sanura?"

"That's Sanura-taicho, thank you very much!" She planted her hands on her hips.

"What?" Ichigo looked confused.

"I'm your Captain, you moron."

"WHAT!" Ichigo's voice cracked.

"I expect you at the barracks later." She warned. "Just ring the doorbell, someone will answer."

"What?" Ichigo stared as she then continued running. Sanura paused at the intersection of the paths, and then turned right.

-;-

Sanura skidded to a halt, and promptly fell on her ass.

Harribel's eyes slid over her shoulder and then she pushed her opponent away. The blond jumped down to where Sanura was pushing herself up.

"Cero-sama," Harribel greeted. "What are you doing here?"

"Following you." Sanura replied. "One of my Espada just gets up and bolts out the door."

"I see." Harribel turned back to the woman standing on a nearby rooftop. "This is my fight, Cero-sama. Observe if you wish."

"Who is she?" Sanura nodded to the woman on the roof.

"My name," The woman answered. "Is Tiburón."

Sanura looked the woman up and down.

Tiburón's hair was drawn back into a silver ponytail, secured with a blue ribbon. Over her face was a jawbone, not unlike the one Harribel had, and it stretched down her neck. The woman's shirt was secured to her mask. It was a yellow halter and three rips stretched on either side of her toned and dark skin. The shirt flared at her waist, and flew down to around her knees. It split at her stomach and the two ends had large gold hoops on them.

A large white sash wrapped around Tiburón's waist, covering the top of her pale blue, skin-tight, leggings. Elegant, high-heeled white boots stretched up to just over her knees.

A large shark tail whipped back and forth from her back.

"Why are you doing this, Tiburón?" Harribel asked, spreading her hands.

"Doing?" Tiburón raised an eyebrow. "I'm enjoying every minute of this! Imagine my surprise when I hear this voice calling, giving me freedom. I intend to wreak this wretched place, and then I will kill you."

She laughed, raising her arm into the air.

"La Gota." Tiburón watched in mild fascination as water crawled up her right arm. She then stretched it forward and the two women on the ground jumped out of the way as the high-pressure water blast flew at them.

Sanura glanced at her companion, who watched her materialized zanpakuto with interest.

"Can you release it?" Sanura asked. Harribel glanced over, pulling her zanpakuto from it's sheath with practised ease.

"Destroy, Tiburón." Harribel held her hollow sword out before her.

Nothing happened.

"Apparently not." Sanura looked disappointed.

"Hah!" Tiburón laughed, cause her shirt to sway. The two hoops clacked together. "You want me to destroy you? Alright!"

A rush of water swept up her arm, and when it fell again, Harribel's broad pata sat on her arm.

"Herviendo." Tiburón jumped from her spot, and slashed her arm forward. Boiling water leapt off, and Sanura dodged by a millimetre.

"Herviendo." Another blast launched forward, making Harribel jump upward.

"You truly think you can get away!" Tiburón laughed, amusement sparkling in her eyes.

"I believe that you are not doing this of free-will." Harribel replied, gazing down at the woman.

"Tch." The silver-haired woman sneered. "Nonsense."

A wave of water crashed against the courtyard walls, flooding the ground in an inch or two of salty water.

Tiburón laughed from above both the former Tres Espada and Sanura.

"We're leaving." Tiburón's head snapped to the left.

"What!" The silver-haired woman shrieked to the new arrival.

"We're leaving, bitch." The woman planted her six arms onto her hips, which looked like a difficult task.

Sanura stared at the new woman.

A long olive-green skirt swept to the ground and two curly toed boots poke from beneath it. A large bustle sat on the back of the skirt, making the woman's body look like a mantis. Her torso was covered in vertically segmented white strips, like Grimmjow's Resurrection.

Her slanted gold eyes were narrowed in her sharp pale face. Across the bridge of her nose was a yellow stripe, and her eyebrows were merely yellow stripes.

The woman's black bangs framed her face, and the rest was swept over her shoulders and down her back, or into two buns behind her ears. The two buns were held with gold cord, crisscrossing over it several times. A crescent moon shaped pair of gold horns erupted from her head.

Tiburón swore, leaping for the other woman.

"Thank you very much, Tiburón." The woman gave a kind, calm, smile.

"Fuck you." Tiburón turned her head away.

"Let's go." The woman turned, leaping over the buildings with startling speed.

"We'll finish this some other time." Tiburón sneered, following after the woman.

"Well, this sucks." Sanura grumbled, splashing through the water to the dryer road.

"Tiburón..." Harribel followed Sanura. "She is...unexpected."

"You got that right." Sanura agreed, shaking her feet. "Let's head back to warn the other Espada."

"Who do you think the other woman was?" Harribel asked, once they had been walking for a few minutes.

"Um, I'd say..." Sanura thought a moment. "Nnoitra's, except for the fact she doesn't swear like a trucker."

Harribel snickered under her breath, and swiped the card through the security terminal.

'Access granted.'

Sanura burst in.

"Great news guys!" She yelled, halting the brawl happening in the middle of the lounging room behind the door. Grimmjow, Nnoitra, with Kensei refereeing, leapt back. They looked a little guilty.

"The Espada's zanpakuto have decided to materialize too!" She clapped her hands in fake cheer.

"You're joking, right?" Starrk lifted his head from the couch he was dozing on.

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Sanura asked, gesturing to her face. Gin slid forward and examined her face closely.

"Hm," He placed his hand on his chin. "Nope!"

"Thank you." She patted his head.

"No problem!" Gin bounced away.

"How the fuck are we supposed to find the stupid things?" Nnoitra asked, lowering onto a plush leather chair. "Hey, this is comfy..."

"I don't think we can." Sanura shook her head.

"I found Tiburón by pure coincidence." Harribel shook her head. "She was very different than me."

"Zanpakuto are the inner reflection of a Shinigami's soul," Shinji drawled. "I would expect that the Espada's zanpakuto are very similar."

"How's your zanpakuto, by the way?" Sanura asked, tilting her head at the blond man.

"Poof! She disappeared." Shinji shrugged.

"Isn't that a little important?"

"Naw," Shinji waved a hand in the air. "All she does is bitch at me."

Sanura and the surrounding Division and Espada sweat-dropped.

"Anybody have a zanpakuto that actually fucking works?" Grimmjow put his hands in his pockets.

"Nope!" Mashiro chirped.

"Why. Won't. This. Stupid. Baldy. Work!" Hiyori roared, smacking her zanpakuto on the ground.

"Well, I for one, wouldn't want to beat up like that." Sanura pointed out.

"Ah, shut up!"

"So, nobody's zanpakuto works..." Sanura threw her hands up. "Great!"

"Any ideas on how to get them back?" The blond former-Espada asked.

"Beat the living fuck outta them?" Nnoitra grinned.

"Real helpful, Spoonhead-kun."

After several more minutes of random ideas, that would most likely not work, Sanura gave up and went to bed.

Around midnight, her bed dipped with extra weight.

Sanura didn't bother lowering the book in her hands.

"Can I help you Grimmjow?" She dead-panned.

"Cero-sama,"

"Starrk-san?" Sanura dropped her book in surprise. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm used to Lilynette sleeping with me. Would you mind...?" He looked hopeful.

"Sure. Climb on in." She patted the spot on her left. Starrk clambered up the bed and burrowed beneath the purple covers, asleep within moments.

Sanura threw her book on the couch across the room, and lay down. Starrk latched onto her arm.

She snickered.

-;-

"Grimmjow..." Sanura growled, half-opening her eyes. "What now?"

"I had another nightmare..." He whimpered.

Sanura's annoyance evaporated instantly, and gave him a sweet smile.

"Come join us then." She lifted the covers on her right.

"Us?"

"Starrk." Was all she needed to say. Grimmjow crawled in, and hugged her waist.

Her door opened again seconds later, and she lifted her head.

"This had better be important, Nnoitra." She snarled at the tall man poking his head in.

"Why are they in here?" Nnoitra pointed to the two lumps beside her.

"Grimmjow had a nightmare, and Starrk got lonely and couldn't sleep." She pointed to the tufts of hair.

Nnoitra gave a perverted grin.

"Sanura-chan~! I'm lonely too." He attempted a pout.

"Come back when you have a real reason." She dead-panned.

Nnoitra looked disappointed, and backed out the door.

Sanura passed out instantly.