Author's Note:

I just had parents' meeting today. I got pretty decent grades…. Good thing my mom didn't get angry X) Again, super duper thanks to all reviewers, story alert-ers (?) and story favorit-ers (?) or whatever you call them. I would love to even include your pen names in my stories, if you want to.

Disclaimer:

I don't own Bleach, nor do I own Tite Kubo. (what the heck am I talking about….)


Chapter 9: Szayel Aporro – Toothache

Szayel paced back and forth. There was something that really, really bothered him at that time but he couldn't find out the solution. Damn it, he thought.

"It's your tooth," Aizen's appearance clearly startled the Espada's crazy scientist. "You have a toothache."

Szayel rubbed his check. Aizen was right! He did feel pain whenever he tried to chew or grind his meals. Szayel promptly jot down this rare occurrence. Man, Aizen is a psychic, Szayel's mind spoke silently, which made Aizen to sent him his poisonous glare.

Szayel immediately went out of the room before Aizen did anything more harmful to him. Still, he couldn't find the conclusion to relieve this pain. Szayel grunted and mumbled all the way until he bumped into Aaroniero, the 9th Espada, and one of the Espada that he disliked most.

Aaroniero examined Szayel's condition. "What happened to you?" The small, upper head asked.

"Ergh, look," Although Szayel didn't like him, but due to extreme pain, he blurted out his problems. "My tooth aches so much."

"Show me your tooth."

Szayel was reluctant to do so, but he obeyed Aaroniero anyway.

Aaroniero nodded. He hated Szayel as well, but somehow his mood was very good that day (probably because he had a new improvised square tank to cover his head) that he even had the heart to help Szayel. Aaroniero suddenly threw his fist to Szayel's face, which later ended up forming a bruise on the 8th Espada's cheek.

"What the hell did you do that for?" Szayel couldn't hold back his anger. He thought that Aaroniero would solve the problem but he was treated the opposite instead.

Aaroniero shrugged. "Isn't it obvious? I was trying to pull out your tooth. Guess that didn't work." The lower small rounded head replied.

Szayel was baffled. Pull out his tooth? That's ridiculous!

"I am in a very good mood today, so that's why I'm volunteering myself to help you. Well since my method didn't work, I suggest you go to Harribel," Aaroniero advised while constantly rubbing his square tank so that Szayel would pay attention about the new tank he had just gotten. Unfortunately, Szayel was too busy with his tooth that he didn't even realize that Aaroniero's head tank had a new shape. He then stormed off to find Harribel, leaving Aaroniero disappointed with his unattractive tank.


Harribel made lots of ice cubes and put them in Szayel's mouth. "This is all I can do."

Szayel could only emph-ed, due to excess coldness in his mouth, which probably could lead him to death if he didn't get rid of those blocks of ice.

No, this is not working, he thought.


"What do I get in return if I offer you my help?" Baraggan questioned after listening to Szayel's brief explanation. Szayel didn't usually come to other people's places, since they were the ones who usually come to him to get help. All in all, Baraggan wouldn't do anything for free.

Damn this old man, Szayel thought.

"Fine, fine. I'll give you a video on How To Get Hot Like Channing Tatum," Szayel recommended his new self tutorial video for men.

Baraggan grabbed his own chin, thinking about Szayel's offer. He then nodded in agreement. "Deal."

The 2nd Espada activated his aging power. "Rot."


"That friggin' crazy old hag…" Szayel walked away slowly from Baraggan room. Sure, Baraggan did his work, but instead of Szayel's tooth, Baraggan's power affected Szayel's hair instead, making the 8th Espada's hair to wither and turn white. He looked like Albert Einstein wearing spectacles. Countless curses escaped his lips.

So he decided to go to Starrk only to end up earning insults from Lilynette, which prompted him to turn down his intention.

Since he knew Ulquiorra and Grimmjow might also have acted the same as Lilynette, well not Ulquiorra physically, Szayel thought he would rather die alone.

And that's when he met the tallest Espada member, Nnoitora Jiruga.

"Huh? You want my help?" Nnoitora sounded as he was mocking Szayel. He really was, actually.

Szayel rolled his eyes. "I'll help you defeat Nel if you can cure my toothache."

Nnoitora who was relaxing on his couch suddenly got up, enraged by this statement. "What? You're saying that I lost to that dumb girl?"

"No, I mean…"

"Well you're dead wrong if you're thinking like that," Nnoitora released his zanpakuto, "I am the winner! No one can beat me, not even Nelliel!" He aimed his zanpakuto at Szayel, ready to attack.

Shoot, Szayel thought. And my tooth hurts!

After battling for almost an hour, Szayel managed to get away from the long-haired Espada. His powers were somewhat reduced, probably because of the tooth illness. He wasn't the type to run away but this was a different case. He would seriously get killed by Nnoitora anytime now. That guy just automatically got berserk whenever the name 'Nel' was mentioned!

"Hey there, Szayel."

Szayel looked over his shoulder to see the person who just said that.

It's Gin. Ichimaru Gin, with his usual creepy smile on his face.

Oh hell.

Gin moved closer to Szayel. "I see, you have a toothache. I can fix it if you want." He gave Szayel a confident smile.

Szayel didn't know what to do, either to accept or reject his offer. He then decided to go with his first choice, that was to give Gin a chance.

"Very well. Lay down on this chair," Gin instructed. Szayel obediently followed his orders. After adjusting himself firmly on the chair, Gin still maintained a smile on his face and took out pliers which honestly freaked Szayel out.

"Don't worry, it won't hurt," Gin assured. He then pulled out Szayel's tooth in one shot. Szayel screamed like a cow which was going to be slaughtered but it only lasted for two seconds.

Incredibly, Szayel felt better.

"Wow, I feel good," Szayel was quite satisfied with what Gin had done. Szayel then checked his tooth at a mirror.

Hold on.

Szayel took a double look at his tooth.

What. The. Hell? Gin pulled the WRONG TOOTH!

"You! What did you do to my tooth?" Szayel was totally infuriated by Gin's action. This time Gin replied with a smirk instead of the usual smile.

"I did on purpose. Well, that's what you get for giving me the wrong potion in my dream," said Gin. Seriously, Szayel had no idea what Gin was talking about and eventually kept shouting in pain.


"Whoa!" Szayel finally regained consciousness from the long nightmare. He looked around and saw nothing but just his normal room. Szayel breathed out a sight of relief. He then jumped out of his bed.

Szayel laughed a little and made his way towards his mirror. "Come on, this can't be true," he said while opening his mouth.

And saw one of his tooth was missing.

Ah, here we go again.