Harribel sighed and gave up trying to break the siblings up since Nnoitora just egged it on. She walked over to Stark and Ulquiorra. "Stark." She lightly kicked Stark's foot. He stopped snoring, but continued to sleep. "She turned to Ulquiorra, who was still reading. "Ulquiorra." His eyes move upward from the book, but didn't look at her. "Something was a little off today. I'm sure you noticed, since you are the sharpest of us all."

"The novena. Something's off with him. I believe he has deceived us, but I cannot jump to conclusions until I am certain." Ulquiorra answered. "He's right." Harribel turned to Stark, who was rubbing his eyes. When we took those photos, I sensed something dark about him. Something evil and twisted. I don't want to say it, but Aizen_sama may have been tricked."

"We need to find out what's going on before it's too late." Harribel concluded.

xXx

Nao said his goodbyes to and immediately went to his home. As soon as he closed his door he leaned against the door. "Completely fooled them all." A low chuckle filled the room. As he walked through the house, he went upstairs to the bed room. Sitting on top of one of the boxes was a small black backpack with what looked like red dye on the bottom. He unzipped the backpack and pulled a long black sheathed katana with red tape around the guard. "Time to go play." He skipped over to a nearby window. He opened it and jumped out the window.

It was getting dark, which was a perfect time to go hunting. He ran off the school grounds with inhuman speed. While running through town, he spotted a couple coming out of a diner.

xXx

"It was really nice to just go out and eat. Thanks for the meal." The girl said holding onto her partner's arm. "No problem. Anytime you want to talk, I'm there for you."

"Thanks you're a great friend." The man felt like he was just stabbed in the heart. He' just got friend zoned after a fifty dollar meal. "Oh, dear that really sucks." The couple stopped and turned around. The woman backed away nervously, while still holding onto the man's arm. There in front of them was a young man no older than them. He had uneven and messy fiery red hair. The bangs covered his face, which hid the crazed look in his eyes, but the wide smirk was enough to make them nervous. He was slightly hunched over with his head tilted to the side. "Wh-who are you?" The woman asked.

"Shame. Took her out to dinner just for her to just break your heart. I bet you been there for her through and through, right?" The man took a step forward. "Fuck off! It's none of your damn business." The man yelled at the ginger. "She's such a pretty girl to. Do you think if I cut you open, she'll finally see you? Maybe if I play with her a little." The red head took a step forward.

"We can make her look even prettier. The woman was shaking in fear and the man was getting pissed.

"Dude you're crazy! Go back to the mental hospital you broke out of, bastard."

"I can put her in a pretty dress. I can read her a nice story. I can put her to sleep. Then I can make too pretty for words." The man turned to the woman. "Run!" The woman did as she was told and ran. But she didn't make it far. The red haired man blocked her way. "But don't you want to play dress up?" The woman had tears running down her face as she backed up. He took a step forward and she backed away. "Don't come any closer." The woman backed away until she tripped over something and landed on her butt. Something warm and wet touched her hand. She looked at it to see a thick red liquid on her hand. She looked down at what she tripped over. Nothing but fear and shock seeped through her pores. There laid the man she accompanied decapitated and his lower body cut off. All she could do was scream. Each scream was louder than the last. The screams ended abruptly and a hand cut off her airway. "We can't play if you make noises." The red head said frowning as the woman clawed at his hand.

"You're not the one I wanted, but you'll do." His psychotic smile returned. "I'll just practice on you. I can keep playing until I'm ready."

xXx

The next morning

Nao was fast asleep in his bed. His hair a mess and there was dried red markings on his covers. He moaned and turned over holding what looked like a Lolita dress covered in the same liquid. "So happy. Play some more." He was suddenly woken up by a loud knock. HE abruptly sat up and looked at the nearby window. He cautiously climbed out of bed. He pressed himself against the wall and looked out the window. "Nao? Are you sleeping?"

"I know damn well he isn't. It's ten thirty." He could see Kai and Ichigo knocked and the rest of the Espada stood two good feet behind them. He noticed that four of the Espada looked right at the window. One looked impassively and the other three had their eyes narrowed. Nao quickly ran over to the bed. He grabbed the dress and the bleach by the bed. He ran to the bathroom and poured half the bottle in the tub. He put the dress in the bleach soaked tub to get rid of the smell.

He searched through his closet and found a bucket. HE poured the rest in the bucket and hurried to the room. He snatched off the covers and sheets. He stuffed the sheets in the bucket. He then tossed the blanket in the bathroom and on the floor. He grabbed the bucket by the handle. And set it in the bathroom. After he washed his hands, he grabbed the first aid kit, and he locked the bathroom door from the inside and put some clean clothes on. He headed to the kitchen and grabbed a kitchen knife. He made a cut across his palm. Blood oozed out and he quickly dabbed it with a nearby cloth. Afterwards he bandaged his hand and admired his work.

Nao casually walked toward the door. Once he reached the door, he took a deep breath and opened the door putting on his fake personality. Ichigo, Nel, and Kai looked at Nao worried. "You okay, Nao?" He nodded happily. "What took you so long to answer the door? You couldn't have just woken up. You don't look tired." Kai said tilting his head in curiosity. Nao rubbed the back of his head. "To be honest, I did just wake up." Nao bowed. "Sorry for keeping you waiting. Let's go." Nao stood up straight and closed his door.

"Okay…." Ichigo eyed the supposedly shy male suspiciously. "Let's go then." Kai only shrugged and Nel just skipped ahead. The primera, tecera, cuarta, and sexta locked eyes on Nao. When the others were out of ear shot, he asked his question. "Is there something wrong?" Grimmjow glared at Nao. "We smelled blood. What the hell were you doing in there?"

"I- uh….I cut my hand with a knife." Nao answered while showing the bandaged hand. "How did you cut yourself with a knife?" Harribel asked. Nao laughed nervously. "I'm so clumsy. I knocked them over and tried to catch them. How stupid of me, right?"

"Yes, very stupid. I suppose it's acceptable for trash."

"It aint acceptable for me." Grimmjow took a step forward, but Ulquiorra held out his arm to stop the sexta. "I don't like ya and I don't trust ya. Fuck with us and I'll rip you to shreds." He threatened and Nao frown faking a hurt expression. "B-but I'd never hurt any of you. Why don't you trust me? Can't we be friends?" Nao asked with fake tears brimming his eyes. "No." Grimmjow bluntly stated and stalked off with his hands in his pockets. "Whatever, you are planning, end it now." Harribel warned and left.

Stark only set a hand on his head and left. Ulquiorra stared at Nao. "I knew letting trash into our home was a bad idea, even on Aizen_sama's part." As soon as the pale teen turned his back to Nao, his hurt expression changed to one of anger, irritation and murder. 'I will not let those demon bastards get in my way of having what I want.' Nao inwardly sighed and his face changed to one of pure content.

'I guess I can add them to my game. Maybe this'll be fun.'