A/N: Yay! Chapter four! I'm using a few more lists of things now. I'm using all kinds of ideas,a and some that just come to me. There's a good Soul Eater abridged series by TheSeaTeam, it's priceless. Check it out. And now... enjoy! And review.

A thick stack of paper rested in the centre of the table. Around the table sat Grimmjow, Nnoitra, Gin, Tesla and Szayel. All of them were gazing at the pile intently, and all holding a small box. Finally, Szayel gave a nod, and they all opened their boxes.

A beat of silence passed.

"FUCKING HELL!" Nnoitra bellowed, slamming the box down onto the table in front of him. "THIS IS BULLSHIT!"

Grimmjow burst out laughing. "Haha, you got it? You poor son-of-a-bitch!" He whacked the table with his fist as he leaned forward, convulsing with laughter. The quinta growled, and glared down at the slip of paper in the box. He lifted it, and read it to himself, and cursed loudly again.

Gin suppressed his laughter. "You better get goin', we dunn have all day!"

Nnoitra got up, slamming his chair backwards into the ground, where it splintered into pieces. Szayel put his head in his hands, and groaned. "Distructive and obnoxious... all of you." And oh, how they'd pay. Dearly. He held onto that thought.

Nnoitra found Aizen, sipping tea. He wondered briefly if the guy ever stopped drinking tea, or if he ever left the stupid room, off of his stupid throne.

"Aizen-sama," he greeted grudgingly. Aizen looked up, but said nothing. He was growing weary of Nnoitra and his new-found group in the past few weeks. Their antics had been growing in size. The butterfly net had brought him to this unhappy realization. Nnoitra stood in front of him, seemingly deciding on how to say something. Finally, he looked him square in the eye.

"Aizen-sama... wanna go streaking?"

The man, who had sipped more of his tea, promptly spat it out all over the unsuspecting quinta, who flinched back in disgust, and then put his hands up in defense. "I was just asking! You don't have to be like that, just say no if you're that upset. I only thought..." at this, he worked his acting magic and semi-believable tears squeezed out of his eyes and down his cheeks. Aizen fumbled mentally. What was he supposed to do with a crying Nnoitra Gilga?

Really, what does one do with that?

He was not happy. Aizen recalled the night before, when he had been oh-so-rudely interrupted from sleep by two certain Arrancar.

flashback

Quiet and dark. That was the room Sousuke Aizen lay in as he slept peacefully in the luxurious blankets.

Not for long.

A very quiet clearing of a throat could be heard, and another one stifling a sigh. The leader did not stirr.

"YODEL-AY-EE-OO!"

The ex-shinigami shot upright in bed, hair tossled about everywhere, and eyes still half-shut from sleep.

"YODEL-AY-YYEEE-OO-EE-OO!"

He scrubbed fiercely at his eyes with the backs of his hands, and peered through the dark. Near the door stood two figures, one distinctly taller than the other one, but not any taller than himself. He stared at them through the heavy darkness, squinting to try and make out their faces. Gin, who has passed out next to his bed, sat up and looked over at the door, and his grin flashed onto his face, but he made no move to find out who it was. Aizen wondered if he already knew, when both figures burst out.

"YODEL-IDDLE-AY-EE-HOOOO!"

He leapt up out of his bed, and walked slowly towards the two. He stopped directly in front of the still Arrancar, and flipped the lights on. Standing facing him stood a nervous Tesla, and an apathetic Szayel. They stared at one another for a moment, one furious, one agitated, and one blank. Then Szayel grabbed Tesla's arm, and sonido'd through his door, breaking it, and away.

terminated

Nnoitra soon slowed the flow of tears, and glared at his leader. "Well then, I suppose you're t-too chicken to join me! I see how it is!" and he stormed off, wailing something incoherent as the door slammed to a rickety shut behind him.

The illusionist sat in stunned silence for a moment, then with a swift shake of the head, discarded the event and went back to drinking his tea and smiling enigmatically.

Yumichika found Ukitake and Rukia sitting outside the 13's barracks, talking. He approached the Kuchiki, holding out an envelope. "This came for you. Matsumoto from squad ten told me to give this to you. There's no sender's address on it." She reached out and plucked it from his grasp and tore it open. Glancing at the letter, she nearly dropped it.

"What's wrong?" Ukitake asked worriedly as Yumichika stood back to watch things unfold. She blanched, and lifted it to read it again.

"It's from... it's from the Espada," she almost whispered. As her eyes scanned the page, her facial expression became more and more confused, until all fear was gone and she only look baffled. Her captain lifted the letter out of her hands with out a word, and scanned it.

Dear Rukia Kuchiki,

Enclosed is a brief and nondescript blueprint of Sousuke Aizen's plans. Please illustrate them to your best ability, adding your own personal touches if you wish. Instructions on how to return this letter and your work to us will be enclosed as well.

Please complete this task before sunset.

Cordially,

Szayel Aporro Granz, Nnoitra Gilga, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, Tesla Lindocruz and Gin Ichimaru.

The captain handed her the letter. "You better get on it. There is no telling what they will do if you don't." She nodded, and scurried inside with the letter and the information to work.

At sunset, Rukia stood at the senkaimon. She dropped the re-sealed letter into it along with a thick parcel full of drawings. She watched and waited for the signal. As soon as she spotted the blue cero, she was to retreat and continue her life as if nothing had occurred. She waited, and finally there came a brilliant flash of blue, and she shunpo'd back to squad thirteen.

Grimmjow returned joyfully to Szayel's lab. It was only him and Szayel present, as the rest of them were out on missions at the moment. He sat down across the table from the scientist. "You got the frames?" he asked, pulling out the drawings. Szayel nodded, and produced a stack of ornate frames, and slid them across the table at the rummaging sexta. Pulling out the drawings, he nearly choked, stifling his laughter. On the first page, the hogyoku was drawn with little bunny ears and a smiley face. In the second one, Aizen was holding it like a rabbit tail. In the third one, he was pulling it off of Rukia and swallowing it it looked like, and it was still looking like a rabbit. The pictures went in succession like this, and each one Grimmjow framed carefully. When he finished, Szayel lifted the stack into his arms, and walked out. Aizen was not in the meeting room, Tesla had checked for them. The fraccion had just spent the last hour painting the entire room pink with some help from Szayel's fraccion. When he got in, the walls had dried surprisingly fast, and they were all waiting with nails and hammers to mount the frames on the walls. He dropped the frames off, and left, casting an apraising look across the well-coated walls. Bubblegum, he noted. It sort of declined the monotony of the whiteness of the rest of the place. He returned to his lab, and found Grimmjow had left already. The octava seated himself in front of his computer with a resigned air, and pulled up a word document, and constructed the next device of Sousuke Aizen's nightmares.

My dear and wonderful Sousuke Aizen:

It has been long since forever, since the last time I gazed upon your face. How I miss the nights I'd watch you, just to gaze on your face. Those times, sadly, have passed. I was never able to express myself fully to you my dear until now, but I am afraid it is too late. My confession becomes a bitter sweet regret, as it is too late to let our passion blossom the way it naturally should, but that will not stop me here, not ever. I miss watching you walk down hallways, obliviously innocent of my gaze. I regret not watching longer as you trained, and held secret meetings with Kaname Tousen and Gin Ichimaru. I regret not joining in and letting you be my master... but that is aside my point. How I've longed to make you aware of my feelings! It's just like dandruff... I just can't get you out of my head. Your mind, your wonderful mind. So sharp and keen, so analytical and powerful. Just like your voice. Calm and collected, always in control. I wanna make you lose control... that's part of what intrigues me about you. Just like the way you sleep, the way your hair splays out on your pillow, and the way you mumble slightly when you sleep. I love the wayou sleep talk about stealing the hogyoku, it's so cute. I could just kiss those lips. I'm serious, it's like every time you speak to someone your lips catch my attention, and it's like you're begging me to make sweet love to you. Before my passion overtakes me, I will draw this letter to a close with one statement.

Always and forever, I will love you irrevokably my beautiful.

Love, Shunsui Kyorakku.

Szayel printed out the letter, and folded it neatly and placed it in a red envelope, and tied a red velvet ribbon onto the corner, and ran it into the meeting room. Seeing that Tesla was the first to respond to his entrance, the octava handed him the note.

"Could you please slip into Aizen-sama's chambers, and place this on his bed? No one should see you doing this, of course."

Tesla nodded, and wordlessly sonido'd away to do his task. Szayel observed the room. He was pleased with his fraccion's work. The room was sufficiently hideous. A garish array of pictures against a colour that shouldn't be on walls. He could feel it burning away at his nerves, so he left quickly, and returned to his lab where he promptly forgot about everything and lost himself in another test of his.

A/N: I had so much fun writing this, especially the flashback and the love letter. They are getting much more elaborate now. Review and let me know what you think, and give me ideas. My muse is flailing a little. I hope you enjoyed!