(A/N: ANOTHER SPECIAL CHAPPY HERE! ULQUIORRA'S POV!)

The battle was won; by Luppi.

I stared at my Fraccion, disappointed. The blood streamed down her from the cuts created in her skin. She screamed.

I thought she would be stronger.

She collapsed. I sonido'd to catch her, arriving just in time to keep her from falling into the once-white sands.

"I won!" Luppi cheered. Trash. There is nothing to get excited about.

I picked her up with one arm under her legs, the other under her upper body and stood patiently, awaiting Aizen-sama's orders.

"That was...interesting.." Aizen-sama muttered.

"Nawh, Chie-chan lost!" Gin frowned. How rare.

I looked nonchalantly to Luppi; otherwise known as the gender-confused trash prancing around in all of his trashy glory.

"We should probably take her back to Las Noches... Like, now," Szayel-trash stated, worry in his tone.

I nodded and glanced over to Luppi a final time, hoping that somebody would just dispose of that trash already.

My wish had come true.

Nnoitra-trash's Santa Teresa came out of nowhere and into Luppi-trash's arm. Blood gushed everywhere as Luppi-trash was rendered useless.

Aizen-sama blinked, stunned. "Nnoitra. Espada. Meeting."

I gazed blankly at him before sonidoing to Las Noches with my near-dead Fraccion in my arms and my fellow Espada running behind me.

"May I see my Fraccion now?" I asked the medic in my usual monotone.

Since I had given my Fraccion over to the trashy medic, they hadn't allowed me to see her, as they were 'healing' her... Otherwise known as stripping her and wrapping trashy bandages around the areas needing tending to.

The trashy medic stuttered a little, "B-but, Ulquiorra-san, she still isn't even awake yet!"

"I do not care. As long as that trash is alive, that is all I wish to see," I said, pushing past the trashy medic rudely.

My Fraccion was lying in a white bed, much smaller than the one Aizen-sama had provided me with in my room. Most of her body was wrapped in bandages, leaving only a little bit of skin visible. I could barely see her breathing.

I paced closer to the bed, seating myself softly on the end, staring expressionlessly at her unconscious body.

I lifted myself from my seated position on the bed, about to exit when I saw her hand twitch. I remained in my place, watching as life came into her otherwise comatose body.

I am shocked. I expected it to be at least a couple of hours before that trash recovered.

Her eyes slowly opened, revealing their bright aquamarine glow.

"Did I win?" she asked. "...I didn't, did I?" she added as she sat up and examined her bandaged body.

I shook my head nonchalantly.

"I... I'm sorry I'm such a disappointment..." she muttered.

"...Trash," I said simply.

"Trash? Really? That's what you say to comfort someone?" I nodded. "I'd probably be better off as Grimmjow's Fraccion," she pouted.

"You probably wouldn't survive being his Fraccion, trash."

"Hmph."

That moment, the Pink-trash and his trashy brother entered the room.

"Hi, Chika , I am pleased to see you're okay," Szayel-trash said.

"Oh yes, I'm covered from head to toe in bandages and I've been out for... Uhm..."

"Twelve minutes," Szayel-trash interrupted.

"Yeah, TWELVE MI-Hey, you counted?" he nodded.

"Your regeneration is unusually fast," Szayel-trash added.

"Well, is that really 'okay' to you? But I do feel much better now so, I suppose it can't be all that bad... Oh, hey Yylfordt," she smiled.

"Hey, Chika, sis," Yylfordt-trash returned her smile.

"You know Yylfordt?" Szayel-trash asked, surprised.

"Aizen-sama sent me on a mission the time I was supposed to teach her, so for that one time, he gave the responsibility to that trash Grimmjow. I am assuming he dropped her in a room with his remaining Fraccion and that is how she met Yylfordt," I explained.

"...Wow, that is spot on! Oh, I also met D-Roy, but then he teased me, and started a fight. He's dead now," she said. The way she did was so cheerful, it is almost frightening.

"Why are you here anyway?"

"'Cause, Aizen-sama mentioned once again that Szayel had said you were powerful, the reason you're here. I assumed you'd be pissed off at him so I came to watch the fireworks," he smirked, receiving a glare from his younger trashy brother.

"Szayel..." she began. I could see her charging a cero, but trying to keep it out of Szayel-trash's line of sight.

"Yes?" he responded.

"Catch," she finished, firing the cero towards him.

He sonido'd out of its path, leaving it to explode the walls behind him.

I am impressed. That cero was far more powerful than the one she fired at Nnoitra-trash the first time.

"Nawh, you missed. Try again, sis, I know you'll get him this time 'round!" Yylfordt encouraged.

Without hesitation, she began charging more ceros.

"Excuse me?" the medic entered the trashy room. "Aizen-sama has called a meeting and requires your presence."

I got up and left without hesitation, but paused outside the doorway.

My Fraccion peered under the covers. "What are we gonna do about clothes? That... Thingy, ruined my other ones and I think I'd be a little uncomfortable walking around like... This."

"I have already thought of that, but since you tried to cero me, I don't think I want to give it to you," Szayel-trash pouted.

"Nawh, please Szayel-kuun? I'm sorry," she pleaded, putting on a sad, pitiful face.

"...Fine..." Szayel-trash gave in after catching a glimpse of her abnormally big eyes, leaving the room for a split second before returning with some sort of white clothes neatly folded in his hands. "I hope they fit."

"What, you giving her some of your old clothes, bro?" Yylfordt-trash chuckled.

"I'm not a girl and I never wore dresses!"

"You sure?" Yylfordt-trash said, eyeing him up and down.

"I'm positive!" he yelled.

"If this argument goes any further, I can promise you both that the last colour you see will be gold," she finished.

"Aizen-sama requests your presence immediately, Szayel-san," the medic repeated.

"Here," he said before leaving.

He exited the room with his brother, though before strolling towards the meeting room, he whispered in my ear: "You had better wait here for her; she is well enough to move, so leave her alone and she'll probably cause a little trouble."

"Why can't you, trash?" I asked.

"She is not my Fraccion," he finished, sonidoing out of sight.

I leant up against the wall, hands in pockets and waiting. I knew that trash was right.

The door flew open. "Tadaa!" she said cheerfully. She was wearing a white dress, short skirt at the front that became floor-length at the back, and a white jacket, almost exact to mine, but smaller to fit her frame, with knee-high white boots.

"Let's go, we are late to the meeting thanks to you, trash."

"You're welcome!" she smiled cheerfully. "Oh, by the way, I know you did it..."

"Did what?" I questioned curiously.

"You saved me, I know it was you... You cut Luppi's tentacles when I was about to die..." her voice began wavering with thankfulness, but somehow I also found a touch of sadness.

"How could you know that, trash?" I asked. I am quite surprised that she knew that it was me.

"Nobody else would... Szayel's too weak and everyone else either hates me or doesn't know me... It could only be you..."

I paused and turned to face her. Her arms wrapped around me as she engulfed me in a hug.

"Thank you..." I could hear the gratefulness in her fragile voice.

I turned my head away, a slight warmth rushing to my cheeks but my stoic expression still remained. I must uphold my reputation as the emotionless Cuatro Espada.

"...Please let go of me now," I deadpanned.

"Hey, Emo Bitch!" I heard a familiar voice shout.

Grimmjow-trash...