Disclaimer: I, gnarley- do not under any circumstances own bleach in any way, and if I did, it'd probably involve too much romance and not enough fighting, and I would most certainly not be writing Fanfiction at this very moment.
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Kira Michi – I am glad you enjoyed the last chapter :3 and you found it amusing.
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AN: Warning – Nnoitra is probably, most likely extremely OCC in this chapter.
At this moment in time I don't care if you've read the last Chapter of Bleach or not BUT OMG
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I knew there was a reason I love Gin… but does it make me a bad person for the fact that I loved Aizen too? …. In all honesty I still wanted Aizen to die… :D Don't hate me. But anyways… I wonder what's going to happen now… Tite Kubo likes to prolong things, doesn't he? Aaaaaannnddd I am going to say this right now, but I think Grimmjow's still alive… and yea. I'll stop now and go on with the story!
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Gatito's eyes narrowed dramatically as she witnessed Ichigo and others step through a Senkaimon with a familiar looking woman with long black hair and red eyes. Not only was the Arrancar mad the Soul Reapers who were supposed to be looking after Karakura were going back to the Soul Society she was also mad Ichigo went before getting help from the Vizards to control his hollow.
"You don't have to hide, Kitty," called out Urahara once of the Senkaimon was closed.
"Kitty," whispered 'Toe standing from her crouching position. "Don't call me that, Urahara."
"Ah, but I was under the impression that's what your friends call you."
"Exactly, friends you're just a mere acquaintance, business partner if you will."
"That hurts," pouted the perverted shop keeper as he brought his fan up to his face. "What are you thinking Ms. Arrancar?"
"The Soul Society is being run by a bunch of idiots," replied Gatito furrowing her eyebrows. "They just pulled every Soul Reaper in the area besides yourself and Yoruichi, what do you think will happen if Aizen decided to pull something while they were gone?"
Kisuke smirked at the former Espada. "Indeed it was quite the foolish move, but they'll be back within three days, four at the most and until then we shall watch for any unnatural behavior."
"We? You must be mistaken, if Aizen decided to invade Karakura town during that time frame I will be expected to help him, not you."
"Yes, but you can still be on the lookout if anything unusual happens."
"A lot of things unusual happen here, and normally you're the cause of them," stated Gatito recalling the time when Urahara had taken Chad and Orihime captive and had Ichigo, the Quincy and the red headed pineapple running all over town.
"Touché."
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Las Noches
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"Nalda darling, can you please be a doll and get me a cup of tea?" called the voice of the new Sexta Espada, causing said woman to cringe. It had been three days since Grimmjow's arm had been severed and knocked from the sixth rank.
"Of course, Luppi, it would be my pleasure," replied Nalda with a smile. …My pleasure to chop you into pieces.
"Ahem? I'm sorry what did you call me," said Luppi turning to look at his fracción.
"I'm sorry, Master Luppi."
"Much better, now run along."
Nalda stormed out of the Sexta's room and down the hall, happy to be away from the feminine male. She desperately wished Grimmjow was still the Sexta because at least he was fun to talk to and annoy, he was somewhat like Gatito in a way, but Luppi was even more annoying than Nalda.
"Ugh I'd rather be the emospada's bitch then have to follow the lunatic around," growled the green eyed woman as she rounded another corner, not really knowing where she was going. Clenching her fist, Nalda stopped in her tracks swinging her fist behind her, she started talking out loud again. "I just want to beat that guy to a pulp."
Suddenly Nalda's fist seemed to connect to something hard; slowly turning she looked behind herself and came face to face with a chest. Quickly her head shot up to see Nnoitra's face grinning down at her.
"My, my, what daring words, I'm sure Ulquiorra would love to hear your nickname for him, and it's scary to think what the new Sexta would do to you if he heard what you wanted to do to him," laughed the Quinto.
"I'm sorry Master Nnoitra, but quite frankly I could care less what Luppi thinks at the moment," replied Nalda turning back around and continued walking, trying to get away from the fifth Espada but Nnoitra easily fell into step beside her, seeing as he could be at least a foot taller than her.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm supposed to go and get a cup of tea for her majesty, but honestly I don't know where the hell I'm going," Nalda answered with a small laugh.
"Well, you're going the opposite direction of the kitchens," said Nnoitra as he looked down at the woman beside him. For once he didn't know what to say to the woman, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't be rude to her like he was to Tia or Neliel and even if he was able to be rude to this woman, it felt almost….wrong – almost being the key word. "Aren't you going to turn around?"
Nalda's eyes narrowed dangerously as she looked straight ahead. "The bastard can get his own god damn tea." Nalda stopped walking and slouched for a moment before standing up straight again and smiled to the Fifth Espada. "I'm sorry Master Nnoitra that was very out of line of me. Please ignore what I said."
Shit, this woman has weird mood swings, thought Nnoitra as he raised an eyebrow at the female Arrancar.
"Was there something you wanted?" asked Nalda closing her eyes and tilting her head to the side.
"Tch – No, why would I want anything from you, you're just the Sexta's fracción I want nothing to do with you," growled Nnoitra, for some reason feeling the need to defend himself, Fuck, that came out wrong.
Surprisingly Nalda was still smiling and then she laughed. "Alright, now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to bug Grimm-Kitty now."
After the woman was out of sight and ear shot of Nnoitra he swore. "Fuck, I knew she liked the stupid cat. I should have known."
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(AN: Okay now I am truly sorry, but here comes a most likely confusing part, this is where the other OC's or mind with be coming in, and I know they are confusing to know who is who, please bare with me.)
"Ugh white," sighed a woman with mocha hair and violet blue eyes who went by the name of Belleza. "All we ever see is white, what is Lord Aizen trying to do? Turn us into some sort of asylum; we rarely see anything with colour."
"Stop complaining Sis, it won't do you any good," replied her twin, Gitana as she lounged on a couch.
"You're just jealous because you aren't prefect like me," replied Belleza with a flip of her hair.
"Puh-lease, Prefect is boring, there's no room for mistakes like I wish…"
"Both of you stop talking before you get on my nerves," stated the third woman coolly as she entered the room.
"Izar," said the girls simultaneously
"Did you hear …"
"from Master Ulquiorra…"
"About Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez?"
"Don't call him that," scolded Izar. "It doesn't matter to me if we were placed under his care, he is not our Master. He has yet to earn our respect but he also hasn't done anything to lose it either."
The twins both stared at the woman before them, she had arms crossed and she was glaring at the wall opposite her. She was right in a way, no one could take the place of Gatito - she was their master and always would be. "Yea… you're right."
"So, did the Cuarto tell you?" questioned Gitana.
"I don't believe he did."
"The Sexta Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez was demoted from his rank," explained Belleza.
"He went to the World of the Living without permission to kill off that orange haired kid 'Toe was keeping an eye on," continued Gitana.
"Does that mean Nalda was…" began Izar.
"No, she wasn't, it would be suspicious if a fracción was made an Espada wouldn't it?" replied Belleza.
"Besides, Nalda would never take something that rightfully belongs to her 'kitty'," added Gitana with a laugh.
"Speaking of, we haven't seen Nalda since the meeting in which we were given to the Cuarto," commented Izar.
"I heard Mr. Jaegerjaquez lost all his fracción in battle you don't think…" began Belleza.
"Your friend is just fine," came the emotionless voice of the Cuarto who had just entered the room. "Upset with the displacement on Grimmjow and his replacement, but she is fine."
Izar narrowed her eyes at the Espada, and looked away, she didn't trust the man nor did she trust anyone for that matter, the only people who came remotely close to gaining her trust were Nalda and Gatito, and now she wasn't even certain about the latter.
It didn't faze Ulquiorra that Izar had glared at him, he still addressed her. "Miss Horado, at some point I am to conduct a mission in the Human World I would like to inform you in advance that you will be accompanying me and several others."
Before any of the girls were able to react, the Espada moved swiftly out of the room.
"Maybe if I get lucky he'll leave me there," mumbled Izar glaring at the door.
"That's no fair you get to go on a field trip," pouted Gitana childishly.
"Somebody chose favourites," grumbled Belleza. "It's like 'Toe all over again."
"Yea and it's not like she even likes him."
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"Common there has to be something you can do!" moaned Nalda as she paced the former Sexta's room.
"Why are you even here? I'm not your Espada anymore," growled Grimmjow who was lying on his bed glaring at the ceiling, his one arm behind his back.
"But you're still my friend," she replied stopping her pace and looked at the blue haired man. "Why could that Yammy guy get his arm fixed and you can't?"
"Because Yammy's arm wasn't burn to dust after it was chopped off, dumbass. And I never agreed to be your friend."
"You're so mean Grimmy!"
"Would you just shut up and leave my room, you've been complaining for the past twenty minutes!" shouted said man as he sat up and glared at the woman at the foot of his bed. "Your Espada probably needs you, why don't you go back to him?"
"Have you met the fruitcake?" cried Nalda throwing her hands in the air.
"Szayel?" asked Grimmjow in a confused tone.
"What… who? No, Luppi!"
"No, but with a name like that he sounds like a fruitcake."
"Ugh, he's a perverted, narcissistic bastard!" she growled at she began pacing the room again. "And I honestly thought he was a girl when I first met him!"
"Tch."
"He orders me around like I'm his maid, really I would have been better off with ugly-whore-a or whatever his name is."
It took almost five minutes for Grimmjow to stop laughing enough to tell the confused Arrancar what had made him laugh so hard.
AN: Yay, another chapter. I don't particularly like this chapter it was hard for me to write because I just thought it was pointless haha :D! BUT xD this totally means I am going to update A Shinigami's dream and Butterfly's first Kiss by the end of this week :D… it's been so long lol.
Okay one, I love Szayel, soo I mean no harm to the fruitcake comment BUT I have mixed feelings about Luppi and I do think he's a perverted Narcissist.
Thank you for reading this Chapter I hope you enjoyed it, please be kind and review :D They are cherished!
