AN: This chapter is full of action. It's gonna be written in 3POV so we can get all that spicy action. Many surprises approaching. Bad language, maybe some minor fluff. Keep a box of tissues handy coz there's gonna be some serious shit in this chapter.

Grimmjow had his hands jammed in his pockets. Sighing, he walked out of Ulquiorra's room; Ulquiorra was still asleep and Grimmjow didn't want to wake him up. Nursing the monotone Espada back to monotoneness could really tire anyone out.

His eyes shut as he kept walking down the hallway, he felt something small hit his leg and start whining. In surprise he opened his eyes, "Ichigo?"

"Spoony be mean ta me! Cuz' I wrote a stowy! Wanna wead it? It's about a turkey!"

"Well then, we'll just go kick Spoony's ass into next week, won't we?" Grimmjow creaked a weak devilish smile at the thought. Then he took the paper from the little tyke's hand and started to read it.

"One fall day, there was a turkey couldn't gobble but his friends are gobbling and turkey was sad and her friend told her "dot veay I will help you" her friend called said he called so many doctors and one and her name is dr. turkey told her friend I take care of your friend she said said so many days later and her friend came back with gobbling."

-By Ichigo (Original story by my 8-year-old sister)

Grimmjow had a mental facepalm moment, and then he looked down at Ichigo, "It's pretty good." Grimmjow ruffled the orange head's hair.

Grimmjow sauntered into the next room, standing on the white tile, he eyed Nnoitra. He calmly strode over to the gathering of Espada at the meeting table with Gin at the head.

He slouched into the chair and picked up Ichigo and placed him on his lap. Grimmjow slunk his head over hand and stared uninterestingly at what the other Espada were doing.

There was 3 minutes of pure silence, not except the twitching fingers and the ruffling of clothes were heard throughout the great hall. The silence was uncomfortable, awkward, and just irritating.

"What are we fucking here for, Gin!" Nnoitra finally piped up, "I have better things to do than to sit here and have you stare at us! For hell's sake, ya don't even open your eyes!"

"Ok! Ok! Calm down Nnoitra," Gin serenaded Nnoitra who just sneered.

"Yeah!" Ichigo exclaimed as he jumped on Grimmjow's lap earning a few shocked looks, "Grimmjow says we are gunna kick his ass into next week! Wight, Grimmjow?"

Grimmjow just put his hand in front of his face and looked away attempting to hide the laughter creeping up to his face. But unlike him, some of the other Espada didn't put up such an effort.

For example, Yammy and Aaroniero were howling with laughter and ended up rolling on the floor.

Nel couldn't keep down the cascade of giggles and Ichigo's threat even earned him the rare chuckle from Halibel. Starrk was smiling widely. Syzael covered his mouth with two fingers yet his eyes showed amusement at what the 3 year old had said.

"GAH! You guys are all ass holes!" Nnoitra yelled.

Gin recovered from the hilarity and started to speak again, "Aren't you just the little ball of sunshine?"

Then Gin immediately switched to a solemn facial expression and went on to address his concerns, "I needed to figure out how ta tell ya guys…"

"Tell us what?" Halibel asked, her voice hinting of worry.

"Well, it's about Aizen."

Most of the Espada's eyes turned to shock.

"Whose I… Zan?" Ichigo questioned, his normally quiet persona was becoming more enthusiastic and curious… something was triggering it.

"It's no one, Ichigo, why don't you go do something in Ulquiorra's room?" Grimmjow nudged him a little.

"No… I don't wanna," Ichigo stared at Grimmjow with cinnamon colored orbs glowing with sympathy as to tell Grimmjow that Ichigo should stay there.

"Kira and Rangiku came here earlier today and informed me about Aizen. Apparently, when they checked the Aizen's personal prison level, it was broken and Aizen wasn't there. They are the only people, other than Orihime Inoue and Ishida Uryuu that know of Ichigo's presense here. Kira said that Aizen may be after Ichigo's new powers as an Arrancar because Ichigo is still leaking Shinigami spirit pressure. They are still only potential powers… but, knowing Aizen, that doesn't concern him. If he does come," Gin sighed, "He's going to be powerful and he will stop at nothing."

"…"

"So… what the hell do we do?" Starrk asked. Being Primera Espada, he had the best chance of defeating Aizen.

"A few things… one, ya need ta protect the kid, if Aizen takes 'em, no soul- living, dead, hollow shinigami, or Arrancar- will be able to exist peacefully. Second, ya have ta cut all cords with Aizen, he can brainwash ya. If you have even the slightest liking for him, he can use the hogyoku to take control of you again. All of ya need ta resist," Gin explained.

This idea of 'brainwashing' was relevantly new to the Espada. But not to Gin.

"Yes, he can brain was you," Gin expounded, "Aizen was conducting research on ways—"

Szayel proceeded to interrupt and finish the thought, "He had himself engaged in a study of the hogyoku, but one of its potential powers was to control the enemy due to the will of its holder. But he never got around to it, this is where his sword came in handy, it was a sword that was able to mess with your five senses. But it disintegrated once Aizen had the hogyoku. He was working on a way to get the hogyoku to grant not only to grant immense boosts in strength and speed but to have it provide a natural mind control."

They Espada just looked puzzled at Szayel, when Starrk started to speak, "That's nice and dandy and all, but, I mean, so we can avoid this so-called 'brainwashing' by just ignoring him completely?"

"Ya," Gin answered, "And I don't think he'll have his zanpakato… But if he does, don't cross sword or you'll fall under a trance."

The room was relevantly silent for another few minutes but the silence was broken by Grimmjow's sudden 'Huh?'

Ichigo was griping Grimmjow's jacket and crying all over his tight stomach.

"What's wrong?" Grimmjow asked tenderly.

"My head hurts…" The orange-haired toddler whimpered, tears strolling down his rosy cheeks.

Grimmjow put one hand in Ichigo's hair and pulled him closer to try to calm him down.

"He might be coming soon…" Gin warned.

"Shit," Grimmjow cursed under his breath.

"We're fucked," Nnoitra murmured; this received a slap from Nel.

"Gah!" Nnoitra exclaimed after Nel slapped him, he was rubbing his head, "What the fuck, Nel!"

"Stop being such a pessimist. This is why you always lose to me," Nel stated seriously.

"Hah! Not always!" Nnoitra contradicted her.

Nel just ignored Nnoitra, normally she would've told him to get off his high horse. But, since they are approaching a battle any time, it's better to be confident.

"Isn't this a little sudden?" Halibel inquired.

"Ya… but I got this message this morning, they only detected Aizen's activity this morning. Urahara Kisuke is coming here later and according to him, Aizen's been on the move to break out and attack for a one or two years now," Gin replied.

"How the hell do they not detect someone like Aizen?!" Grimmjow yelled.

"Grimmjow. It's AIZEN," Szayel clarified.

Ichigo crying intensified as did his grip on Grimmjow, he was practically howling. Grimmjow lifted him up and placed Ichigo's head next to his chest.

He kept shushing him and trying to lull him.

"Why am I the only one that has to take care of Ichigo?" Grimmjow complained quietly.

"Coz, according to the schedule, it's your day," Aaroniero pointed out.

"Shut up, ya fishbowl!" Grimmjow snapped.

Suddenly, all became quiet except for the blinking of eyes and the ruffling of clothes. Grimmjow looked down at the little figure he was carrying, he seemed to be out cold.

"I… I think he is out cold," Grimmjow said slowly.s

"Yes," Halibel clarified, "Go put him to bed in Ulquiorra's room. We need quiet if we are ever to fend off Aizen."

Grimmjow walked quietly towards Ulquiorra's room. Yet, a concerned expression struck his face as the said espada's reitsu was undetectable.

He opened the door, he not only opened the door, he opened his eyes, WIDELY.

A large gaping hole was right in the middle of the wall, crumbling from the sides. Not only the hole, but with a quick glance sideways Ulquiorra was no longer in his bed.

The small, raven-haired figure stood in midair 500 feet away; behind him, another figure with large white wings and a curl hanging over his face stood behind him.

"U-Ul..qui…?" Grimmjow staggered in shock. Grimmjow put his palm up to his face, dammit, dammit, it's too early…

He threw Ichigo onto to the nearby bed and ran towards the giant hole in the wall.

"Oh, you've died in my hands now, AIZEN-SAMA!" He stated in a mock tone.

"Grimmjow?" Starrk said as he saw the revengeful and scary expression covering Grimmjow's face.

"Let's go."

Most of the Espada nodded their heads and sonido'd out of their seats. Grimmjow was getting ready to sonido as he saw Gin just cock his head to the side and smile.

"Why aren't you going?" Grimmjow asked Gin.

"You've forgotten something."

"Huh?"

"Don't worry, just go ahead. I'll bring it."

Grimmjow placed one foot in front of the other and in a few milliseconds; he disappeared in a flash step.

Gin just nonchalantly strode over to Ulquiorra's room, as he set his eyes on Aizen; his smile only widened, "Oh, Sosuke, think I have forgotten how you killed me the first time? You're death is going to be so gruesome even the lowest of hollows won't want your spirit particles."

A circle of Espada had surrounded Aizen. Ulquiorra struggled in his grip, but when Aizen gave his thin neck a harder squeeze, Ulquiorra gave up fighting.

"Ya know, Aizen-sama," Nnoitra slung his large weapon over his back, "I've always had this thing against authority."

"What's that Quinta?" Aizen asked mockingly.

"I don't like how you bossed our asses around!" Nnoitra snapped, "And don't call me quinta."

"I never bossed you around; I just gave you the option of death or listening and abiding to my will."

Nnoitra hmphed, "You can talk the shit, can't ya?" With that, Nnoitra swung his zanpakotou by the chain right at Aizen's face. Aizen stopped the attack with a hierro.

"Tsk, tsk, Nnoitra, and you thought your hierro was the strongest," Aizen devilishly chuckled, "But of course: it's the strongest of you weak little Espada. You are my creations, you cannot defeat me."

"Shut the hell up, Aizen!" Nnoitra yelled at him, "You're so fucking annoying!"

Nnoitra slung his sword forward once again. Aizen dodged with a flash step, then reappeared, this time, holding a finger next to Nnoitra's head. Nnoitra refused to be scared and just rolled his eyes.

"You are pestering me too," Aizen shot a cero with his other hand right into Nnoitra's stomach.

"Ghh! Y-you! Bastard!" Nnoitra wheezed out. He was holding his wound in one hand and desperately trying to breath and sit himself upright.

"Nnoitra!" Nel panicked, she ran to the place where Nnoitra got shot back to. After calming down, she leaned over him, placed a kiss on his cheek and whispered in his ear, "Don't die…"

"Don't…. think o' c-crazy shit l-l-like that, N-nel…" Nnoitra exhaled heavily.

"Aizen, you've done it now," Nel said dangerously.

She was face to face with Aizen. Starrk and Halibel appeared on the two other sides, "Hmm… I always thought you guys were more obedient," said Aizen.

"Save the sweet talk for later," Starrk told him, "Besides, we never listened to you because YOU wanted us to; WE WERE FREAKING FORCED TO."

"Yeah, Aizen," Halibel supported Starrk's point of view, "I don't even know how I accepted the proposal to join you're army."

After a five second stare down between Aizen and the Espada, no one dare move a muscle. It was simply, they were Espada, they weren't going to attempt to beat him with brute force.

After a few seconds, Nel grabbed Ulquiorra's arm.

She glanced back at Grimmjow's face, his eyes were bloodshot, filled with rage and anger. But if he accidentally shot a Cero and it his Ulquiorra…

"Let. Go." She gritted her teeth.

"Oh, if it isn't my former former Espada, Neliel Tu Oderschvanch," Aizen teased.

"Let. Him. Go. Aizen." She breathed heavily.

No matter how emo-ish or stuck up Ulquiorra had been at the time of Aizen's rein, he had let up a bit.

"And if I don't?" Aizen pulled out his sword and sliced it dangerously close to Nel's wrist. She flinched and dodged it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Grimmjow POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I was standing in the back, staring. Rage was boiling my blood to the point of evaporation. I looked down at the ground. What kind of person am I? Ulquiorra's was going to die if I don't go out there.

Still staring intently at the ground, I walked through everyone and stood directly in front of Aizen. Silently, I placed my hand on the hilt of my sword.

"Grind, Pantera," I whispered solemnly. The initiation of the resureccion took a few seconds, in those few seconds, I was able to grasp a glimpse of Aizen's face. First, he seemed a little surprised, but his surprised expression diminished down to a fixed smirk.

My hair grew to the size of my body, the marks around my eyes stretched out to the edges to my lightning shaped ears. I grinned widely, looking insane and crazy, I widened my eyes to their extent.

Holding up my claw-like hands up to my face, "Let's go, Aizen."

"Oh, Grimmjow, I won't be the one fighting you."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Ulquiorra POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Everything felt weird. It felt like my entire world had collapsed. My eyes strained and my head pounded. I couldn't see anything but pitch black or hear anything other than Aizen's grim voice telling me, "Ulquiorra… Look at me."

Confused, I looked around, I couldn't see him. So, I just glanced up into 'space'. One word escaped my mouth, "Trash."

"Now, now, Cuatro, do as I say. There is someone in front of you. Kill him."

"No."

"Fine," the once demanding voice softened but then, it raged again, "I WILL MAKE YOU KILL HIM MYSELF."

"You can't," I stated simply.

"That's what you think, but sitting around with no one for the last 5 years has resulted in me thinking… thinking so hard that I was able to regain control over the things that I had once created!"

I opened my eyes. But, my body felt numb. I looked before me and there it was… Grimmjow's resurreccion form gaping at me with wide eyes. I looked down. I had… run Murcielago through Grimmjow. I had just stabbed my sword through Grimmjow.

There was a voice in my head, it was chuckling, "Good job, Cuatro, I didn't think you would be able to do this."

Keeping my posture was not an option right now.

"AIZEN!" I burst out, "I will tear you apart. Bit by bit, with my own two hands… I swear."

"I don't think you can, I know everything about you. And I control everything I know."

I realized that what I was saying back to Aizen in my mind could be heard in real life. All of the Espada were staring at me static eyes.

Grimmjow placed his hands on my zanpakatou that had pierced his midsection. His eyes were still empty and his face was drained.

Grimmjow placed his failing hands onto the weapon that was still lodged inside of him and tried to move it. His efforts to move the sword were futile. It was a pitiful sight, the sword would not budge and I couldn't move either. He managed to move it a few centimeters but the gash widened

The blood poured.

Drop

By

Drop.

And soon the individual drops became a stream. The pain was clearly visible in his eyes.

He looked up at me with the most sorrowful eyes, "Ulqui…orra…"

I shut my eyes; it hurt so much to see him. The tension in the air; no one dared to move a single hair.

A lone tear slipped my tear ducts. I couldn't reach up to wipe it away. But it did bring the realization of what Grimmjow actually meant to me.

Then I started to think. What doesn't Aizen know about? Then slowly I began, "Murcielago, segunda etapa."

Even though I was still numb, my clothes on my body ripped revealing my boney frame. My hollow hole had widened to three times its original size and looked as if black blood was pouring out. The horns came out of my head and the wings were yielded from my back.

Breathing heavily, I looked up long enough to see the other's reaction. Most just looked extremely surprised, including Grimmjow.

"U..Ulquiorra… You have a second resurreccion…?" He asked in his dying voice.

I could only nod my head slightly, but Aizen on the other hand, "Oh, so this is what your secret was… hm? We can always resort to plan B, can't we?"

"Plan—B?" I huffed.

"Yesss…" He purred and hoisted my waist towards him, getting his hands everywhere.

"Bastard…" Grimmjow managed to wheeze out.

I shoved my hand into his chest to try to escape. One thing still boggled my mind, how the hell am I still this weak? I placed one hand on Aizen's chest.

"Cero Oscuras," I whispered a barely audible whisper. The blast wasn't enough to even scratch him but it did propel me forward. I was released from his grip. I flexed my arms and shoulders to make sure they were working. But, at the moment, only one thing occupied my mind: Pull Murciealgo out of Grimmjow.

I ran over and pulled the sword that was penetrating Grimmjow's body, he whimpered and gasped as I pulled it out. Aizen quickly turned to us, and despite that gloomy smile on his face, anybody could tell that his was PISSED.

"Ulquiorra Schifar, I gave you one chance to become my toy again, and you refused, so you get to feel my true power," Aizen raised his sword in the air and it began to glow, collecting spirit particles from far and wide. It materialized weak hollows on the spot.

Just as everyone thought all hope was lost, a hazy figure came about from the distance. It glowed at the rate of a thousand burning suns and the spirit pressure was a so strong it could make anyone cringe with agony as it walked.

Aizen just laughed.

_- Guess who? Surprise, surprise! OK, r, r, and… f… and f. So I keep writing.