"Why does our residence always get destroyed?" Grimmjow complained as he climbed out of the rubble, unscathed; into the setting sunlight where three Soul Reapers stood in the sky, observing them from afar. "Can I never get any sleep at all?"

"And does that bother you?" Szayel asked, stepping on Nnoitra's head as he climbed out as well. He not sure what in the world Grimmjow was so upset about. He personally would go without sleep if he could, however, like the rest of the worlds; Heuco Mundo had day and night.
Kind of.

"Yea… a cat needs a good nap everyday." Grimmjow informed the other Arrancars, brushing the dust from his eyes. "And, Miss. Tia, I don't think we can avoid this fight."

She looked up at the overly-determined Soul reapers and sighed. "Fine… I am going to stand here and you three decide who is going to attack. As your current costumes do not allow you to preform Sindo. "

Now Aizen was no blockhead. (Most of the time.) And so he created Whole Costumes that were very similar to the Soul Reapers' Gigas.

(But as they were created in haste for this mission, the costumes were only patched together proto-types.)

The Whole Costumes thankfully did their job and allowed the Espada to be seen and interact with the human world while retaining most of their powers. Of course Resurrections that revealed an Espada's true form and the Grand Rey Cero which was a high level energy blast could not be preformed. Smaller powers such as Balta that Szayel used to blast down the bathroom door, with a flick of a finger, could.

Sindo, the move similar to a Soul Reapers Shinpo, however was a thing only a soul could do. And since the Arrancar were in 'Whole Costumes,' the move would not work. Nor would their Hollow remains be covered, making away to odd dressing styles instead.

"So…" Grimmjow sat down on a pile of bricks, "You two can take care of them as you seemed so eager too. While I take a nap."

"Well then…" Nnoitra turned around and began to dig through the pile of bricks and metal for his trusty sword. "I'll need this…"

"If you three don't mind waiting a moment." Grimmjow said to the Soul Reapers who were all but pleased to do so. "Have you found it yet?"

"Nope…" Nnoitra replied, throwing some glass shards over his shoulder. Where in the world was it? He could not possibly live without his trusted sword!

"Geez." Szayel scoffed at the Fifth Espada's desperate search to find his sword. "Why didn't you just do what I did?"
Nnoitra stopped digging and glanced over his shoulder at the pink haired Espada, "What did you do, Mr. Smart-ass?"

"Thank you." Szayel smiled a little before he reached down and pulled the sheathe of his sword out of the side of his pant leg.

"Funny as hell!" Nnoitra faked a laugh. What a stupid trick! "Where is the sword?"
Szayel did not bother to respond.

Instead, he tilted his head back and shoved his outstretched fingers into his mouth. A moment later, a full length sword slid out of Szayel's throat and into existence.

"Wow…" Grimmjow was not sure what just happened.

"Doesn't that hurt?" Nnoitra stared in awe. What kind of crazy trick was that?

"Not in the least. Find your sword, Spoon-head, so we can get this over with."

"Fine!"

Grimmjow coughed as Nnoitra's desperate search for Santa Teresa caused a large cloud of dust and debris. "Hey, hey! Slow down there!"

"Not until I find her!" Nnoitra replied, not caring if Grimmjow coughed up a lung. "She has to be here some-Yes!" He pulled out Santa Teresa triumphantly out from under a piece of wood. "Now we can kick some ass!"

"Hardly kick." Szayel muttered, "poke more like. These is hardly going to be a fight. It's more like flattening a bug. Simple and very satisfying."

"Shall I introduce myself, worthy foe?" The Soul Reaper standing in the middle of the group, inquired. He had chin length sliver hair and a kind smile on his face.

"I suppose." Nnoitra laughed. This was going to be easy. "But in the end it doesn't matter."
"I am Shuen, an officer of the first company."

"And I," The woman to his left drew her sword, "Am sergeant of the eighth Company. Rinku Inka."

"Prepare to meet your doom!" the third and most buff of the three Soul Reapers declared. Ripping his shirt off as he spoke, "I am Higen Ewari of the seven company Patrol Group!"

Szayel groaned loudly and glanced over his shoulder at Nnoitra who was trying his best not to fall asleep. "Hey, Nnoitra. Give me your scarf."

"Why?" The fifth Espada wondered what in the world he wanted with something so simple.

"I want to use as a blindfold."

"Why?" He took it off and handed it to Szayel who proceeded to fold and tie it over his eyes. "Because, this is going to be too easy."

"Yeah…You're right." Nnoitra sighed and leaned on the simple sword that was currently Santa Theresa. He glanced up at the three Soul Reapers who were ready to make a move, "Don't you three want to just give up and go home?"

"I don't think they do." Szayel noted, hearing nothing in response besides laughter. "But I don't mind crushing butterflies under my feet."

"Oh…" Grimmjow muttered, "How cruel."

"Are you ready to face your doom, Nameless foes?!" Higen Ewari lifted his sword in salute.

"Not quite." Nnoitra said, "I think we should introduce ourselves."

"Demotion…." Tia sang from where she sat a few feet away; warning the two lower ranking Espada.

"I know." Nnoitra shot back. "What do you think I am?! Stupid?"

"A little…" Szayel agreed, a smirk creeping onto his face.

"You shut up, Moth-man!"

"How dare you! I am not a moth!" Szayel screamed back, making Grimmjow wince.

Being a large cat gave him such sensitive ears…

Grimmjow glanced over his shoulder at Tia who was staring aimlessly at the sky. " And before long, The old married couple are at it again…."

"I know…" Tia said, "Just let them at it, will you?"

"Sure…Can I borrow your jacket?"

"Here." Tia took off her sweatshirt to reveal a simple t-shirt underneath, "For a pillow, I assume?"

"Yep." Grimmjow began to roll the sweatshirt up and placed it behind his head. "Let me know what happens…"

"I don't worry, I will." Tia watched him curl up with a content smile on his face before turning her attention back to the fight.


Author's Note: I really love this chapter. Szayel's reverse sword eating act is my all time favorite! :)