A/N: I'm Ba~ack! I hate school. It takes away all my time. At least the teachers are nice...eighth grade is something I may survive through. MAY! That is subject to change. Well, with my insanity intact, that is. This chapter has an odd formatting. It has a flashback in it, which will be in italics. However, there's someone writing in it, and you will see the notes. The notes are the chunks of normal inside italics. Is this confusing? Yes, you'll see what I mean. Cheers to Livin' la vida loca! :)

It's the End of the World as We Know It – Chapter Fourteen

Livin' La Vida Loca

Egao (Gin)

So, yes, I AM joining the girl who tried to kill me with my revenge plotters for a tasty Hueco Mundo classic. Am I insane? Maybe...Shocked? You shouldn't be. Always expect the unexpected...something like that, I think. But plotting revenge is fun. It should be my hobby.

I found a ninja! Okay, allow me to fill in the blanks...

Flashback!

"The list!" Yuki exclaimed. "I know that!"

"Ya do? Great! Wha' is i'?" I asked, taking the pencil and notebook from Krisstie's suitcase. "In order fro' least ta most, please!" As she recited the names, I scribbled them down in my handwriting, somewhat like a blind chicken was writing it, but as long as I can read it and Sierra can't, we're fine.

Shuusuke Amagai, Shuuhei Hisagi, Kisuke Urahara, Szayel Apporo Granz, Ylfortz Granz, Toshiro Hitsugaya, Izuru Kira (Hey, my Kira-kun! :)), Mayuri Kurotsuchi, Gin Ichimaru (Yay me!), Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, Sosuke Aizen.

"Easy 'nough." I said. Who's this Shuusuke Amagai fella? Eh, maybe he's my replacement! He better not toy with Izuru. "Bu', before I continue, iffin yer willin' ta continue wi' thi', raise yer hand." Everyone's hand shot in the air faster than you could say 'Gin'.

Team members: Gin Ichimaru, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, Ylfortz Granz, Marie D'Alene, Yuki Kitsumi, Krisstie Michaelson.

Operation: Cold Day in Hell

"Kay. " Marie said. "I'm currently the fastest one around Sierra. I'll be the stealth one." So she wants to be a ninja, eh? She looks more like Ylfortz then a ninja, that's for sure. But how she isn't a cat is something I have to find out...

"Hold on a sec!" Grimmjow interjected. "What do you mean 'around Sierra'? I'm pretty sure I'd be the fastest one. And how are you not a cat anymore?"

"Well," She began. "When I ran into Szayel after I got separated from Krisstie, he built me a bracelet that protects me from spiritual particles, which is apparently what transforms me." She pulled her wrist from behind her back, which had a small rope bracelet on it. "If I take it off, I'll be a cat again. Then when it comes back on, I'm human again!" She hid her hand again. "You guys don't her know her nearly as well as you'll need to, so you're out of the question. Not by much, but I'm the fastest one of me, Krisstie and Yuki against Sierra. My fav character is Soi Fang, so I study the Stealth forces techniques. I'm good at a few of them."

"The' why haven' ya gotten revenge on 'er before?" I asked.

"I'm not that stupid to do that. She plays dirty." Damn, that might be a problem for her. She can't take blows like shinigami and arrancar can. But we'll get over that bridge when we get there. "So what exactly do I do?"

"According to Gin," Krisstie informed her. "Kurohime and Kyouka Suigetsu. You steal their swords."

Grimmjow, Ylfortz and I looked at her in disbelief, them more than myself. "She has a zanpakuto?" The blonde asked.

"No." Yuki said. "Sierra has always called her sword that. The Black Princess is something we dubbed her in WoW, so I believe she named it Kurohime for that reason. We don't have zanpakutos because they don't exist. Even so, that doesn't mean it's still not dangerous. Never ever let your guard down." She glared daggers into my face as I frowned in reply. "Especially you, Ichimaru-taicho."

I guess avoiding getting bifurcated or skewered is a good gameplan. Suddenly, we all heard a screech outside... "Wha's that?"

"Crap! The car!"

"Meeting dismissed!" The door opened up to yours truly.

End!

So I have a group willing to help execute revenge. That, my friend, is service with a smile!

"What time is it?" Sierra asked us.

"Time for you to buy a new watch." Grimmjow muttered.

"That's the oldest one in the book." Aizen said. Oh boy, here we go.

"Not as old as yo mama." Grimmjow replied. A vein popped in Aizen's forehead. "Yo mama's so old when the cavemen when to the antique store, he found her in storage." Hmm, not a bad one; could be better though.

"That joke is so old it's cheesy. And that's coming from me." Aizen replied, not the slightest bit offended now by the joke. I guess old man Aizen can take a joke after all.

"Gouda." Sierra said proudly. "Just remember, it's nacho cheese; you'd be cheddar off not trying to change it."

"What?" Grimmjow said, puzzled as to where this was going.

"You can't touch me, boy! I'm New York State extra sharp!"

"I believe she beat you in cheesiness." Aizen smirked.

"Tha' means she beat ya too, Aizen-sama. 'Cuz Grimmjow came in second." I told him gently.

"Looks like God got beaten by a 16-year old." Ylfortz muttered, uninterested.

"Luck." Aizen replied to his comment.

"Better then dumb luck." Yuki said.

"No, it's natural cheddar." Marie said. "Oops, just natural. With a mention of cheesy jokes come cheese jokes."

"No, it's common sense." Krisstie argued.

"That's an oxymoron; common sense died about the same time as my sanity. It ain't around anymore."

"So sanity died about 12 years ago?" 'God' asked.

"How do you know? I only told Gin!"

"...Magic. If I told you, then I'd have to kill you."

"But last time I checked, you were fine with that."

"I have a right to change my mind."

"Damn right you do. Good thing you did."

"Why is that?"

"I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you."

"You can't though."

"But I can try."

"Yes, you can try but not succeed. Do or do not; there is no try."

"Dude, you just quoted Yoda."

"Who?"

"I smell chili." Yuki said, breaking up the two idiots' with god complexes conversation, or rather, argument.

"We're only halfway there." Grimmjow said, unfortunately.

"I realize. My senses are enhanced." She boasted.

"My seventh sense has too." Sierra chided. "And pride's a sin, Yuki."

"Ya mean 'sixth sense'?" I asked.

"Hypocrite..." Yuki muttered under her breath.

"Well, that too. I have a sixth sense; most people don't. And the seventh sense is detecting stupidity." She replied coolly. "I'm in the presence of six times the lethal level."

"Tha' ain't nice."

"Yes, I know. I also know that tofu tastes like crap and that no one likes it. Tell me something I don't know"

I remained silent.

"I didn't think so."

"I enjoy tofu. It's quite tasty." Sosuke said boldly, though his tone never changed.

"Dude, it's just like you." Grimmjow remarked.

"Yep, both of them have only one flavor and only one person actually likes them." Sierra chirped.

"Excuse me?" Aizen was now furious with her.

"Oh, and both of them are unsuccessful!" She finished.

"That's not what I meant..." Grimmjow trailed off, reasons now forever lost to a psychopath.

"We're here!" I exclaimed, partially because I was starving, partially because we actually had arrived, and partially because I don't wanna crash in a low safety vehicle like this. It'd ruin my smile! "Now, let's get some chili!"

We walked to our table, which was a cherry 30", 30x3 ft. table.

"Sorry 'bout th' tofu, Aizen-taicho." I apologized once the girls went in the kitchen.

"Pay no heed, Ichimaru." Aizen flapped a hand at me. "I already have my revenge planned out."

"I don't like the sound of that." Ylfortz muttered.

"Don't worry; at least now the grounds are somewhat even." Grimmjow advised his fraccion.

"Yes Grimmjow-sama."

"I told you not to freaking call me that anymore dammit!"

"Why not?" Sosuke questioned. "Grimmjow, it's a sign of loyalty. Are you suggesting loyal fraccion are not one of your priorities?"

Grimmkitty reddened. My, embarrassed to be helped by Aizen? He's one creepy cat. "Damn Aizen..." he muttered as he entered the kitchen to check on the food.

Only to be blasted out again, of course. Well, not of course.

"YOUR CHILI SUCKS!" someone yelled out. "If yer gonna make Mexican food, do it right dammit!"

"Well, apparently tha' ain't a concern o' 'is at th' moment. More like Dordoni's recipe's tha' bad? I always though' i' was purdy good..."

"The world of the living must make better chili, according to Krisstie." Ylfortz said, scratching his head. "Who knew she'd be so good with knives?" He pointed to our numeros chef, who was pinned to the wall with four bread knives.

"Is anyone concerned about my survival?! Someone get this fatass offa me! NOW!" Grimmjow yelled as best he could. Ylfortz ran over and quickly removed the utensils from the wall. "OW! GODDAMMIT!" The oversized numeros landed on Grimmjow.

"Sorry..." The numeros said as he quickly left.

"There goes my plans for Tuesday night..."

Aizen raised an eyebrow, though I think he already had a good idea of what Grimmjow meant. "What plans, Grimmjow?"

"I'll tell ya later." Yep, those kind of plans. Rawr.

A few minutes later, the girls came out with a crockpot of chili and a smaller saucepan of something else. "These should taste better." Krisstie insisted, placing then pot on the table.

"What's in the pan?" Grimmjow asked cautiously as Marie placed the food in front of Aizen.

"Aizen's dish." Yuki said, taking a seat next to Grimmy.

"What is it?" Aizen repeated, forking a white piece covered in red sauce with a chopstick. The pan also have noodles and a few spices in it

"Mabu tofu." Sierra said, bursting out of the kitchen with drinks, smirk plastered on her face. "If Aizen really likes his tofu, he should be able to handle the spiciness of the mabu."

"You expect me to eat an entire pan of tofu?"

"I never said that. Eat as much as you like. I can make more, if you want."

Aizen shot me a glance that said 'What's wrong with her? My God senses aren't figuring this out.'

"Insane? Yep, bu' ya know we don' waste, Aizen-taicho. Eat up!" I took a spoonful of chili. It truly was better than Dordoni's recipe. The spice combined with the actual meat instead of meat replacement...yum. Almost as good as dried persimmons!

Almost; nothing will ever beat persimmons in dried form.

"That's damn good chili." Grimmjow babbled.

"You can say that again." Ylfortz agreed, stuffing his trap with more Mexican goodness. "The savory awesomeness of chili...how do you do it?"

"A magician never reveals her secrets." Krisstie said.

"Lots of paprika, cumin and cayan pepper." Sierra said. I guess that makes sense...I'm not much of a cook.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" The girls yelled at her.

"What's your problem? I'm just real like that, bro."

"And this mabu tofu is quite delicious. Sierra, you said no one likes tofu, so how are you and your friends able to make such wonderful mabu tofu?" Aizen asked. Well, he does have a point. But Sierra's probably got some convoluted explanation as to why.

"Oh..." Sierra stuffed her mouth with more chili. "I just put tofu, noodles and chitlans in a separate bowl of chili mix, minus the meat."

"Chitlans?" I asked.

"No one here knows what chitlans are?"

"We don't even know." Marie said.

"Oh. Chitlans are cleaned and ground up pig intestines."

Ah, livin' the crazy life.

A/N: There is the nutsy chapter. Hence why it's called Livin' La Vida Loca. Much like my own life...minus the chitlans. They're actually really disgusting. Stupid Cajun food...

Song (You really should know by now): Livin' La Vida Loca

Artist: Ricky Martin