A/N: ********THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO MY FRIEND KATEY! HAPPY (belated) BIRTHDAY!********

'Kay . . . er . . . Akane is switching rooms. Someone will have to notice eventually . . .

I've realized that all these OCs are sort of Mary-Sues. So Kikane shall become a bit bitchier, Tsukiyo will become a bit more sensitive, and Akane . . . well you'll just have to wait and find out.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach and am no way making $$$ money off of this work. Akane, Tsukiyo, Yuukiu, and Kikane are mine, though. But feel free to write something using them. Just not Akane. You don't know Akane like you think you know Akane. Akane is an enigma (get it? It's what her family name means!).

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"Yuukiu, assist me with this," Szayel called.

The double was there in a flash, "Of course, Szayel – I mean, otosan." Yuukiu eyed what he was working on. It was some sort of machine.

"I'm almost finished, I just need you to hold this steady while I-"

A resounding boom shook the room as the main door to the laboratory was thrown open. "SZAYEL!"

She jumped, "Nnoitra-sama?"

"Nnoitra, what the hell are you doing here?" Szayel shouted without looking up from his work.

Yuukiu raised her hand and started jumping up and down, "Ooo! Ooo! Yuukiu knows! Yuukiu knows! Nnoitra is here to confess his undying love to otosan!"

He glared at her, "NO YOU BAKA!"

"Hey! That's my clone you're insulting! I'd watch your tone!"

"I OUT-RANK YOU, YOU PINK HAIRED FREAK!"

"Hey, Yuukiu's hair is pink, too, ya know!"

"Actually, Yuukiu and I together could PWN your ass!"

"YEAH, RIGHT!"

Suddenly, the door burst open again, revealing a somewhat crazed Grimmjow. "YUUKIU, I LOVE YOU!" He announced.

There was a silence.

Everyone stopped and stared at his sudden outburst. Nnoitra looked astounded, Szayel looked furious, and Yuukiu looked mildly surprised. Grimmjow, of course, hadn't been prepared for both Szayel and Nnoitra to be in the room.

Nnoitra mumbled, "Maybe I shouldn't have put that in his tea…"

Szayel frowned, "I think you'd better leave now, Grimmjow."

He looked embarrassed and slinked away.

Szayel turned to Nnoitra. "What did you put in his tea?"

"…"

"Well…?"

"…Catnip."

Yuukiu frowned. "Otosan, should I be scared?"

"…its okay, Yuukiu, Grimmjow didn't mean it."

"Oh, good."

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Her hair, she realized, was ridiculous. It wasn't worth all this trouble. It already took half an hour to brush it completely, but it was also getting to the point where she had to use a huge amount a hair products to keep it all clean.

It was time.

At least whoever had decided to hijack her hair ties had not thought to take the scissors.

She looked at herself in the mirror, seeing her wide blue eyes that fit perfectly with her child-like face. She looked down at the thin scissors.

Exhaling, she grabbed a lock of hair.

Snip.

Snip. Snip. Snip.

By the time she was finished, the floor was covered in moonlight strands, pooling around her feet.

She gazed at her reflection in the mirror and promptly decided that she reminded herself of someone. Staring at herself for another minute, she came to the conclusion that she looked vaguely like Kuchiki Rukia, except with white hair and blue eyes.

A knock came at the door to her main bedroom; of course, her bathroom door was wide open so she could hear it. She called, "Well, if you're knocking then you're obviously not here to kill, rape, torture, or experiment on me, so come on in."

She took a comb and ran it under the water faucet, dampening it. When she ran it through her hair, it picked up all the loose strands that had been too ornery to fall to the floor.

"Tsuki-chan, what've ya done to yer hair?" Tsukiyo quickly glanced at him.

"I couldn't find my hair ties and my hair was becoming too much to handle. So I cut it. Now I think I sort of resemble a white-haired version of Rukia."

Gin made a 'tut-tut' sound, "Looks like my lil plan backfired, hm?"

Tsukiyo threw him a questioning look. "You mean YOU took my hair ties?"

"Maybe. Maybe not."

She put her hands on her hips, "Gin, what am I going to do with you?"

His smile didn't falter, "There are many things ya could do w' me, Tsuki-chan."

Tsukiyo frowned.

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One unique thing about Kikane is her very random sudden sporadic craving. It wasn't exactly an odd craving, just an unusual one.

Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Pop Tarts.

Opening the cupboard she knew she put the Pop Tarts in, she found herself very annoyed.

It was empty.

Someone must've stolen them.

She turned to the only other person in the kitchen, a certain hot-headed Espada who had his head in the freezer, searching for something, apparently. She pointed accusingly, "YOU!"

He jumped, startled, hitting his head on the top of the freezer with an audible 'thump.' "OW!" He stepped away from the freezer, revealing his electric blue hair. "What, Yumekanou!"

"YOU STOLE MY POP TARTS, DIDN'T YOU!" She screamed.

"NO, OF COURSE NOT, YOU IDIOT! SOMEONE STOLE MY FUCKING SOFT PRETZELS!" He retorted.

"WELL THEN WHO STOLE THEM, HM?"

"HOW THE HELL SHOULD I KNOW?"

Kikane took a deep breath. "Look, all I know is that when I don't have my Pop Tarts I get bitchy. You don't want me to be bitchy."

He scowled, "Because we're encountering the exact same problem-"

"The perpetrator is probably one person so it would be easier if we worked together."

"Agreed."

Kikane started sniffing the air. Ever since she'd developed the odd craving, her nose had become hyper-aware of the very particular scent that Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Pop Tarts gave off. It was at time such as these where the strange ability came in handy.

"What the hell are you doing?" Grimmjow asked.

"STFU, Grimm-Kitty!" she exclaimed.

Grimmjow snorted. "What did you call me?"

"WHY DO YOU CARE?"

"And what are you doing?"

"I'M FOLLOWING MY NOSE!"

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Eventually, the trail led Kikane to a door. A very specific door.

Without thinking, she entered and followed the scent to a sleeping mass. She kicked it, and who ever it was landed on the floor with an audible 'Umph.' She reached under the pillow, only to find a box of her Pop Tarts.

"Ah-HA!" she exclaimed in victory.

"Kika?" asked Starrk's familiar voice.

Realizing what she'd just done, she blushed. Then she realized that he just had to be the thief! "Why, Starrk-kun? Why did you steal my Pop Tarts?" she said in a somewhat sad voice.

"I didn't."

She screamed, "LIAR!"

"Hey, lazy," Lilinette said as she walked in the room, "Do you know where I put those Pop-," she noticed Kikane and frowned, "-Tarts. Shit."

"YOU!"

Lilinette screamed and ran out the door. Even she couldn't handle someone that pissed.

Kika turned to Starrk, "Sorry I didn't believe you, Primera-san," she apologized.

He grunted and plopped back down on his bed, falling right back to sleep.

Grimmjow, though, almost couldn't believe what he'd just seen. Not that Primera being lenient, but Kika-chan being sorry for something. Was the world coming to an end? If this kept up then soon Ulquiorra would be smiling and Nnoitra would become a priest. It was just wrong.

Maybe he was just seeing things.

He turned and left the room, pretzels totally forgotten.

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A/N: How'd ya liek Gin's lil' innuendo?

So, I herd u liek Mudkips? Maybe next chapter… OMG IDEA TIME!

Here's a quick little summary of my OCs again…

Akane is the obsessed otaku. Tsukiyo is the obsessed gamer. Kikane is the obsessed cosplayer.

XD