A/N: Holy crrap, you guys. I did it. I returned! I lost an internet connection at home since October, and only recently got it back. Am in full-swing fangirl state of Szayel again, and am ready to write the hell out of this fanfiction! Prepare yourselves!

Hallibel rolled over in bed, scrubbing at her face. Quickly, she sat up. She was not one to linger in bed for long. She sttretched luxuriously, and a hiding Mila-Rose flew back through a wall, propelled by a large nosebleed. Hallibel sighed, and stepped into her closet, pulling on her uniform. As she stepped out, she became aware of what must have awoken her. The heavy scent of salt and spices greeted her pleasantly, and she immediately thought of fried potatos. The tercera strolled leasurely out of her room, and followed the scent.

After a good ten minutes of walking, she came upon the entrance to Szayel's lab. Confused, she stopped, sniffing the air again. No, she decided. This had to be the only place it was coming from. She pushed open the door, and stepped in. Having not been in this room before, she scanned over it with mild interest. She didn't care much for the stupid little rumors about Szayel being a crazed madman, but as she viewed something particularly revolting, she decided to reserve judgement on these stories.

As she stepped further into the room, she caught sight of Gin, Starrk, Nnoitra, Tesla, Grimmjow and Szayel, sitting around a large unknown thing with a fire under what appeared to be Aizen's zampakuto.

She stopped, registering the situation. Then, she whipped around to face Szayel.

"You are going to be annihilated. You do realize this."

It came out as a statement, rather than a question.

Szayel sniffed. "No need to become contentious. I know perfectly well what these fools are doing in my presence."

Nnoitra's head snapped up. "Oh, don't even try to blame half of this on us. You're the one who is letting us use your fucking lab."

Grimmjow followed this up with a growled "Asshole."

Szayel shrugged, and turned away disdainfully. "Worms," he muttered.

After a moment, Hallibel took a seat next to Tesla. His gaze lingered for a moment on her, and she took this moment to find out more.

"What's that?" she asked, pointing to the thing the sword sat on.

Tesla shrugged. "Don't know," he admitted. Szayel turned around, smile in place. "That is called a barbecue."

Tousen stood uncomfortably in the doorway of a store. He had listened to passers-by earlier, and figured out it was called "Shoppers drug-mmart". He guessed this was as good a place as anywhere to get contact solution. As he lingered in the doorway, an annoyed customer waited behind him. Finally, the angry woman pushed past him, muttering a string of curses before disappearing from ear-shot. He felt insulted. How was he supposed to make sure he wasn't going to screw things up? He needed a moment. He justified his road-blockiness clumsily, as he finally stepped into the store. As he walked, he found a shelf to his right, and used his hand to trail along to the end of it. He could really use something to help him around his unfamiliar surroundings.

He found an empty metal hanger on the shelf, and lifted it from it's place. He held one end in his hand, and let the other touch the floor in front of him. It was a little short, he found. After a moment, he decided not to worry about it, and to hurry up.

He moved a little faster now, the post in his left hand, and his right hand trailing the shelf. As he moved, he crossed an aisle, and came to another shelf. The scent of synthetic fruit and soap lingered heavily around him, and he sneezed. How unmanly. He wasn't particularly caught up in being incredibly masculin, he did still hold a bit of male pride though. He quickly made it through the mess of fruity scents, and calme upon an aisle with small boxees lining the shelves. He lifted one, and found it to be incredibly light. Shaking it, it sounded like it held small packets inside. Discretely, he slid his hand deep into the shelf, using the other boxes as cover, and opened it to discover it's contents.

Six small packets greeted his searching fingers, and he pulled one out. Squeezing it, he found there was a small pocket of air trapped inside, along with a small ring of material, about an inch across. As he prodded the packet in his hands, the little ring flexed easily under the pressure. He was suddenly reminded of a gummy candy, but put it out of his mind. What if this was something important, like... like a contact lense! He cracked a small smile at his discovery. He had, instead of having to buy liquids, had actually found much better contact lenses for his leader. Happily, he found an identical box with the same weight and sound of sliding packets inside, and proceeded, metal stick in hand tapping the floor to the time of his footsteps, towards the beeping of the registers. This was where he could purchase this amazing discovery. He knew this much, at least. As he neared the beeping, he bumped into something. As he reached up with a hand to find out what it was, he found it pleasantly greeted by a soft knitted material covering a round, squishy... something. He squeezed once, twice.

"KYAAA!"

The last half hour had been spent explaining their massively elaborate plan to Hallibel. Grimmjow insisted it should be called plan R.U.B.A.S.S., but Nnoitra wanted Operation B.U.T.T.S.E.C.S.

Szayel beat them all with Plan S.E.X.Y.T.I.M.E.

Of course, none of this mattered to the tercera Espada. She had been engrossed in the explanation, and decided she'd join. Existence had been boring for a long time, and she wanted something to do that didn't consist of canning perverts like Nnoitra and being sexy. Finally, the had perfectly sold it to her, and had the perfect idea. She left the lab after a few more minutes of listening to their excited babble. She was headed for the kitchen. As she had left, they had all requested coffee. She shrugged, and thought it was decent payment to them for giving her something interesting to do.

As she reached the kitchen, she was glad to find no one occupying it. She immediately set to work, rummaging through the cupboards. It didn't take too long for her to find a bag labeled "Coffee Beans". She had no idea what "Espresso" meant, but anything would do. She found the teapot, and after boiling some water, poured it in.

She gazed at the small bag of beans, before shrugging, taking a large handful, and dropping them into the teapot. She waited, staring boredly at the spout. After what seemed like at least twenty minutes, she lifted the lid and glanced in. The water inside had taken on a see-through brown colour. With the beans floating around in it, it looked like steaming diarhea. She put this thought out of her mind, and set to work, pouring out six cups of the horrid smelling substance.

In all honesty, she had never made this coffee drink before, and now cared not to find out any more about it. It couldn't be that far off from tea. It was also a hot drink, and it's not like they had much else anyway.

She thought for a moment. Aizen had been having a rough week. She decided to pour him a cup as well. She did plan to screw up the weeks to come, but that didn't mean she had to be a suspect.

She decided her first order was to deliver the cup to Aizen. As she walked the halls, she stared at the blank whiteness of the walls. How boring, she noted. This place needed something to liven it up a little.

An idea came to her almost immediately. Maybe they didn't need to decorate. Maybe they just needed to add something to the life within. She smirked, and continued on her way, the steaming cup of "coffee" in her hand.

Aizen sat dejectedly on his bed, waiting for Tousen to return. He stared at hi now green wall.

Should he even care any more? Did karma exist?

He screwed up his face in annoyance. Stupid colour. Now he was dillusional. He was God, he was the one and only. He relaxed, but only for a moment. A knock sounded at his door, and he excitedly invited them to come in, expecting Tousen and a new bottle of glorious clear contact solution.

A moment later, Hallibel entered. She stopped for a sec, seeing the exact damage that the group had done. She masked a smirk, and handed him the cup of coffee.

"Aizen-sama, it seems as if you've been having a hard week. As your loyal Espada, I have prepared you some special tea. I hope these horrible happenings cease as soon as possible." She left before eh could say anything. Holding the warm cup of "tea", he slowly took a sip, reminding himself that not all of the Espada had lost it.

... Yet.

He spit out the coffee.

A/N: This is going to be awesome from now on. My marks are back up, and MMuse-chan has returned. I hope all of you enjoy this chapter, and thanks for reading! Please review!