Oh… no. No…Szayel thought, watching Ned walk away from his body, not noticing it behind him. This is bad. Very bad. I'm horribly hungry too! "This does not make life easy!"

"What?"

"Oh…Shit." Szayel muttered, as Ned turned around. "You can see me."

"Um… Yeah?" Ned was not sure what he was talking about. It was isn't like he was some kinda ghost or something. "Wait… I thought you had black hair a minute ago and-Oh, my-I'm dead!" he screamed, pointing at his body that was laying a few feet away.

"No.. No…" Szayel sighed, watching the temporary soul make Ned's body stand up. "You are not dead yet."

"Don't try and humor me, Romeo!"

"I wasn't." Szayel replied, not understand what he was talking about. "As long as that chain is attached you are not dead. Someone around here can put you back." He yawned as he watched Ned freak out over his chain of fate in his chest. "And now…" Szayel gently fixed his naturally pink hair with is fingers. "I must find myself duct-"

"If I'm a ghost, you're one too!" Ned finally realized after what took his tiny human brain five whole minutes. "Then… How?!" He pointed to 'Romeo' who was teaching his own body to ballroom dance. "And… and your clothes are…interesting! Are you an angel?! Angels wear white!"

"…Hardly." Szayel laughed a little at this idea. "I wan-"

"And what is that sound?!" Ned screamed, hearing a far of deep-pitched scream not so far away.

Szayel glanced over his shoulder at the building around the theatre. "Just a few lowly hollows. Nothing to worry about, honestly."

"H…Hollows?" What in the world were those?!

"I don't feel like explaining…." Szayel said, walking over to Ned who he now had to baby sit for who knew how long. If he let Ned get eaten by Hollows, Hamlet would not go on and he'd be out a a job and Tia would personally kill him. "Just stick with me and you will be fine."

"Great… and just great and wait! You're wearing your glasses?! I thought you-"

"Yes, Ned. I took the glasses off of the body I was wearing. The one over there doing ballet. However… Never mind! Just come with me." Before Ned could protest any farther, Szayel grabbed his arm and took step forwards.

And his foot just fell to the ground.

The world did not slide by, morphing into another scene.

"Wait, what?" Szayel gasped, looking around.

"What's what?" Ned asked, becoming a little more worried as the hollow's, whatever it was, next scream sounded closer.

"I can't…" Szayel bent down and lifted the hem of his skirt. And there it was. The evil pink watch he strapped to his ankle to make sure that it was hidden on stage. "And since I don't want to deal with detection.. I suppose we will just have to walk."

"Yea… Wait a minute…" Ned paused as he realized it, "Why are you wearing a dress?"

"No. It is a top and skirt!" Szayel snapped, hating the idea of having to walk when he could have used sonido like any other Espada. "And stop talking for it is making me more hungry than I am right now!"

"What do-"

"Shut up!" He grabbed Ned's hand and dragged him back into the theatre where the show was continuing. "I have to hurry now because you are a stupid little human!"

"What do you mean? You're a human ghost too!"

"No, I am not. Shut up your face before I eat you!"

"You wouldn't really eat me…." Ned laughed at the threat, amused by Romeo's grouchiness. "Would you?" He added for safe measure.

"Like hell I would. Now shut up!"

"Eeeei!" Ned screamed as Szayel dragged him around the theatre unnoticed by everyone else. "Heeelllp! Guys! Help me! Romeo wants to eat me! Help me! Help me!"

"They can't hear you." Szayel told him, finally finding the duct-tape in the back of the prop room. "Shut up and just follow along!"

"If you aren't human, then what are you?!" Ned cried, bumbling down the back steps of the theatre again ten minutes later, "I- Oh. What. Is. That?"

Szayel glanced up and his eyes met with that of a massive hollow with glowing green eyes. "Out of the way!" he yelled, not wanting to have to talk with any of the lesser of his kind.

"No… no… I eat the human… and you." The hollow tried his best to string words together in cohesive sentence. "You look tasty… pink things, always tasty."

"Get real." Szayel rolled his eyes. What idiot hollow was this…thing? "I said, move aside."

"No… I eat!"

"No. You go away." Szayel pointed towards the left. "And-"

The Hollow bent down and screamed in his face and Szayel just stared back blankly. " Are you finished? Good. Do you know who I am?"

"Yes! Tasty!"

"No." Szayel slid his glasses up the bridge of his nose in annoyance. "I am one of you friendly neighborhood Espada."

"Right… That crap." The hollow laughed loudly and grabbed Szayel off the ground and into air so he could see his pretty food better. "I eat you now!"

Szayel sighed and almost wanted to fall asleep; this was so boring. "Hardly so. The name is Szayel. Put me down."

"Szayelapporro?"

"Yes. That's the-" The hollow dropped his food on the ground and backed away before falling on his face. "No, no! Have mercy, Lord Szayel! Don't eat me! Kill me swiftly!"

"Wonderful. You know your place." Szayel stood up and brushed the dirt off his white clothes. Ignoring Ned who was now hiding behind the steps of the theatre as best as he could. "As such, all will be forgotten if you assist me."

"Anything! Eat my arm, my leg! Just don't kill me!"

"Today is your lucky day." Szayel told the hollow, "I won't eat you. Give me and this… thing." He pointed to Ned, "a ride."

"Yes, yes, anywhere!" The hollow continued to grovel on the ground in front of him.

"What did he mean by Lord Szayel?" Ned asked five minutes later after the two of them climbed onto the Hollow's back. "I mean-"

"Shut up, human." Szayel yelled, not putting up with this questions any farther.

"But I-"

"Yeah. You shut up." The hollow said as he made a right turn onto another street. "Obey Lord Szayel!"

"…Ah…Okay…?" He was just going to ask about all this people eating and lord-ing going around.

"And now make a left at the ot-"

"What the hell are you doing?! Trying to run me…." Grimmjow looked up from where he was reading the Idiot's Guide to European History. "Oh. It's one of you."

The Hollow was silent. Was that who he thought it was?! Wait…Tall, shaggy hair-

"Lord Grimmjow! I'm such a fan! I have all your trading cards!"

The Hollow fell to the ground, sending Ned and Szayel flying into the air. "Lord Grimmjow! Lord Szayel said he won't eat me! But I don't mind if you take an arm!"

"Great… A fan." Grimmjow put his head in his hands. "What a day."

"Hey!" Szayel cried, sky walking over to the two of them. "What about our ride back to apartment, Hollow?!"

"Um…" The Hollow looked from Szayel to his favorite Espada. "Um…I take you!" He screamed, seeing Szayel lick his lips. "Now!"

"Oh my gosh!" The hollow screamed, looking in through the sixth floor window. "Lady Tia!11!"

"And now both of us are obsolete." Grimmjow muttered to Szayel who sitting on the couch in the apartment next to him. "Oh well…That's stardom for you."

"I don't care." Szayel glanced at Nnoitra who was now duct-taped to a chair, making dinner. (Finally.) "We just have to get Ned back into his body and make him forget this whole thing."

"Forget?!" Ned cried, walking over to them after figuring out all that Nnoitra said under the tape was swearwords. "But you're some kinda royalty- prince even of…." He glanced out the window and the weird white masked creature who Tia was talking with, "Those things…"

"Hollows." Szayel said, "And you shouldn't know about them. So. We are going to erase your memory even if you don't want us to."

"But why? What's the harm?"

"The harm is called," Grimmjow hated to say it, but it was true. "He's really hungry and will eat you."

"…You… You weren't kidding?!" Ned screamed, backing away from the couch. "But… But… I'm your fellow actor! You wouldn't eat one of us!"

"I honestly don't care who you are." Szayel scowled at Nnoitra who was trying to escape his Tia-built prison. "Make dinner Spoon-head or you are my dinner!"

"And so, I am here to help!"

Grimmjow suddenly saw Urahara step off the window ledge and into the apartment. "Thank goodness I came in time. And I caught him." He held up Ned's limp body with a hand. "This of course will come at-"

Tia drew her sword she had strapped on her back.

"No cost." He quickly fixed his error. "And Ned here, won't remember anything at all."

"Great." Grimmjow was thankful someone could do something about this mess. "Do it quickly before Szayel here, gets too hungry."

"Right away!" in less than five minutes, Urahara put Ned's soul back and applied three magic mist sprays just in case. "And now he should be fine."

"Oh…" Ned muttered, waking up a few minutes later. "I smell food, ma. Wait… where am I? Who are you?"

'You'd better get going." Tia said with a smile, "Romeo is waiting for you with a cab outside."

"Yea… I remember. We came back here to give you duct tape…."

"Yes. And it was very much appreciated." Tia escorted Ned to the door. "Now get going, you should be on stage in five."

"Of course…"

"Tia."

"Yes. You are welcome, Tia. I'll see you again sometime."

"Sure." Tia smiled and closed the door. Once she had, she let out a long sigh. "I am glad that is over."

"It is a sad reality, really…" Urahara said, his face more solemn than usual. "It happens too often to be funny. I talked to the people at the Soul Candy company and there is no way to put a safety lock on the container. If it had one, Soul Reapers could not use it in an emergency."

"Understandable." Tia crossed her arms and walked over to watch Nnoitra stir the tomato soup on the hotplate. "However, as some humans are more attuned to our world, will Ned remember anything?"

"No chance at that." Urahara took his hat off, "I did not sense any Riatsu from him. You are all safe a sound. As for what you are planning, I don't like… for I don't know… but that is business isn't it?"

"Yes. It is. Thank you." Tia casually kicked Nnoitra in the shin to make him continue his work. "And as such, would you care for a little soup before you leave?"

"My pleasure. A little payment is still payment!"

Author's Note: I love the Hollow! He's such a fan! (Might have to have him back in later chapters or something...) I was laughing while I wrote this and don't worry, Ned really won't remember anything at all. Hehe... Poor Nnoitra tied to his chair. Not even Espadas can escape Duct-tape!

And if only I had Grimmjow Trading Cards...