Aaroniero Arrurueire did not pay much attention to the show. She was far more intrigued with Szayel and Nnoitra's conversation. It was rather sweet to listen to them talk so honestly to one another…

And here she was, Aaroniero. The third party.

It is not like I do not have my own secrets…She thought to herself as she listened. So, I guess I should keep these secret as well. Nnoitra… I don't know how I died either…I keep looking inside myself and yet…I know nothing. Why am I two beings?

Can we ever be one? I…I want to evolve. I have consumed more than thirty thousand souls and yet… I…I am still a Gillian.

Natalie sighed and turned her attention away from the conversation that was doing nothing but making her depressed about her own existence and to the second.

"So, Rud." Telsa took another sip of Rootbeer. "What should we do?"

"I have no idea Telsa-Kun."

"Still no need for the Honor-title." Telsa laughed, "How many times do I have to tell you? You don't even need to use -kun anymore."

"Yes. I apologize." Rudbornn had been nothing but the lowly janitor for so long, he was used to always addressing people formally. "Maybe we should do something fun."

"Like…?" Telsa looked around the street where people were walking right past them.

"I have no idea. That is why I ask you. And, for your information, I still am upset with you over the swirl. I nearly got my head stuck in the loo!"

"Yeah… I'm sorry, Rud." Telsa couldn't help but grin. "Anything I can do to make it up?"

"Why don't you take a dip when we get back to the hotel."

"…Ah…" Telsa sighed heavily. There was nothing else at all? Nope. "Fine…I will…but you have to hold onto my foot! I am smaller than you!"

"It's a deal!" Rudbornn held out his hand and the Fraccion hesitantly shook it. "And now, let's go check out the casinos and hotels. Thankfully, cameras cannot see us either. With the exception of a shimmer every now and then. And if that happens, we'll be famous! All of the Ghost Hunters will be on the scene before we know it!"

"Yeah, great idea, Rud…" Telsa wanted to sit and enjoy his drink. "But I don't really want to rush around. Can I have a few more minutes of peace?"

"Sure thing." Rudbornn sat back down on the bench. "What else should I know about serving the Espada? I know I am kind of learning on the go…but…any other tips you want to share?"

"Of course I do. The next important thing to know is that your Espada is always right. Even if they get in a fight with another Espada, yours is pure and innocent. Which was a really hard thing to prove when you serve Nnoitra-sama. But anyhow. Aaroniero, in your book, is always right. Always the best at everything. And always, always… the most handsome. This one is important as saying no or hesitating can-"

Rudbornn was hit by a fountain of soda.

"Wa..." Telsa coughed, still choking. "What was that?!"

The Janitor of Los Noches looked around. "What was?"

"That…." Telsa pointed into the crowd of people. "That woman over there, winked at me! It's like she can see me!"

"Are you sure it-"

"Hey."

Rudbornn looked up to see a young dark-skinned woman with black hair smiling down at them. "What's up?"

"Ah…" Telsa glanced at his pal who wasn't sure to do. "You…you are getting really, really sleepy…"

"Ah. Not going to work." The young woman reply. "I know your kind. Ghosts like to think they can't be seen."

"She…" Rudbornn wasn't sure how much this person could see of them… but…"is a sixth-sense."

"I can see that!" Telsa snapped, not wanting the obvious stated. He turned his attention back to the human. "And… Um…why do you want to bother us?"

"Because… I'm really digging the pirate look. It's cool."

"And…" Telsa had to get her to go away. "Why don't you just leave us to our eternity on earth?"

"I thought you might be lonely!" The young woman screamed at them, upset over the fact they were being so rude. "No ghosts I have talked to have been this stuck up! And the cups of soda you are holding are floating in mid-air! I thought you might want to know!"

"Uh…Thanks?" Telsa muttered with a small grin.

"You're welcome! Good-bye, you old fart!"

Telsa nearly dropped his drink. "Wha… what?! You think I'm old?! I am not old! I look twenty-three!"

"Then how old are you, Grandpa?"

"Do…" Telsa wasn't as nice as everyone thought…"do you want me to eat your soul? Or do you want to go away so I can hunt you down and eat it later?"

Rusbornn snickered as a look of horror appeared on the young woman's face.

"I thought not." Telsa held his hand out for his best friend to share a high-five. "Now go away. Or my master will come back and kick your ass."

And that did the trick. The young woman stomped off into the crowd of people, angry and scared out of her mind.

"And that." Telsa sat down on the bench, a large grin on his face. "Is how you get rid of six-senses who think they want to help everyone. Just because they can see ghosts doesn't mean they have to save everyone."

"How true…" Rudbornn wondered what he was going to say to the next sixth-sense they met. Hopefully they would-

"Hello. What is going on here?"

Score! "Go away you dumbass human and leave me the fuckity alone!"

Bam!

A fist hit his face.

Sending him right off the bench.

"What the hell do you think you are doing insulting me you, ******* Fraccion!"

"Yeah, ********, have some respect!"

"Ah…" Telsa looked from Rudbornn who was being pinned to the ground by Nnoitra's foot and Szayel who was about to kick him in the gut. "Nnoitra-sama! We just had a horrible meeting with a Six-sense and, Rud here didn't mean anything. You see…" he wove together the story and the two let Rubornn go after Szayel gave him a single kick for the insulting words he used on his superior.

"And…" Szayel glanced around the crowds, "She isn't coming back is she?"

"No sir." Telsa said as he helped an moaning Rudbornn to his feet. "I highly doubt that."

"And…where…" Rudbornn wrapped an arm around his stomach. "Did you learn to kick like that?"

"Donno." Szayel sat down on top of a news stand across from the bench. "Always had strong legs I guess. Anyhow… any news from Aaroniero?"

"None." Telsa took his place on the bench again. "But so far, the show is really interesting. Yammy is fighting hollows. The humans are impressed because they can't see them."

"And those who can?" Nnoitra was sure there were more than a few six-senses in the world.

"I assume they just think they are going mad. Hollows, to those who are not, hollows, are scary. So, I don't think anyone has had the guts to speak of what they saw yet."

"Guys…."

Everyone turned their attention the broadcast in their left eyes. "What is it, Aaroniero?"

"It's intermission and I'm making my way to the dressing rooms. Meet me here in ten with the canisters. I can't take much more of this show! It's so annoying!"

"All right." Telsa who had been watching the show agreed. How much of Yammy battling one hollow after another could a person take. "We will be right there."

"And where again, are the canisters?" Rudbornn would have known if he brought one with him.

"In…" Szayel glanced up at Nnoitra. They should just go get them instead of explaining. "Be right back."

The two used sonido to return to their hotel room where the canisters had been placed after removing them from Ned's van. Thankfully, Ned was gone to Scotland with his family by now and no one would ever had to meet him again.

"And here…" Szayel appeared in front of Aaroniero who was walking swiftly down the hallways of the backstage. "Are all of the things we need. And," He held up his free hand, "we have masks so we don't breath any of it ourselves. And-"

Szayel found himself crunched in a hug along with Nnoitra. "Ah… Fishtank. Let us go…"

"I am so glad you are here!" Aaroniero patted Rudbornn and Telsa on the head before continuing to make her way down the hallway. "And… how did I not feel you coming this way?"

Nnoitra held up his wrist to show a yellow watch that was made to dampen his Riatsu. "We were all wearing one of these. Telsa and Skull-face have Tia and Grimmjow's. And your Gigai does a pretty good job of it too."

"Ah.. That's why Yammy didn't look my way…." Aaroniero understood now. "Urahara-san must of built the feature into my Gigai…"

"Lucky…" Szayel muttered, "And by the way… how did you get in here? I see locks on all the doors…."

"Well…" Aaroniero couldn't help but grin. "A pretty lady like myself has her ways."

"AHH!" Telsa screamed as a canister crushed his foot.

"What?" Nnoitra looked down at Szayel. Could Aaroniero actually charmed some guard into letting her in?! This was Fishtank! Not some… sexy showgirl!

"But you suck at flirting!" Szayel could not even believe that he and Nnoitra took time one boring afternoon last year to try and teach Aaroniero how to ask someone out. It failed horribly as Fishtank was clueless and just didn't understand why he had to buy flowers when he could just pick some off a bush. "How?!"

"Um…" Aaroniero scratched her head. Trying to think of how she ended up here. "I just said… Hey, can you let me in? And the guard was like, no. And somehow I dropped my program on the floor. After I picked it up, he was giving me love-y eyes and so, I just asked, please? And that's how I'm here."

Szayel doubled over with laughter. "Ahahaaaa…..You.. You used the bend and snap with out knowing it! Ahahaahaa… That the…. Ha… Stupidest thing….I…ever…"

"Yeah. I agree." Nnoitra snickered, picking up the canister smashing Telsa's poor foot. "Now, lets get a move on. He can still hear us, you know."

"Oh." Szayel composed himself in less than a second. "I agree."

"So…" Aaroniero stared at the closed door of Yammy's dressing room. "It even has a gold star on it… And what do we do now? Want me to use my charms?"

"Hell no!" Nnoitra didn't want to see Aaroniero try flirt. Ever!

"Shh!" Szayel held his finger to his lips. "We don't even know if he's in there! Can anyone see through walls?"

Everyone looked at everyone else standing in the hallway.

"I guess not." Szayel sighed and stepped up to the door. "We will have to do it the old fashioned way…" He gently turned the door knob and opened the door a crack.

Silence.

Perfect.

"Yammy isn't back here yet…. Must be on stage for the second half of the show… and that… give us plenty of time to set up."

Soon the five went to work. Szayel and Nnoitra were setting up the canisters behind the costume racks, mirror and behind the vanity table. Telsa and Rudbornn were up in the two vents that brought in the heat and air to the room.

"How many costumes do we need?" Telsa asked Aaroniero was was looting other dressing rooms for clothes.

"I don't know." He handed Nnoitra's Fraccion a long robe that Telsa stuffed into the vent. "But I am sure we won't need that much."

"And don't forget the floor vents." Szayel reminded them as he came across another one as he put a second canister behind the large floor-length mirror.

"And now we that all done… A five canisters and…" He bent down and took one of the grates over the floor vents off. "Hand me some stuff to shove in here."
"Like fruitcake?" Aaroniero threw out the first idea that came to mind.

"No…" Szayel rolled his eyes, "Like more clothes."

"Bad news…" Rudbornn's muffled voice spoke from the right side vent in the wall. "I think we are going to need all the clothes up here."

"Then…" Szayel put the grate back on and closed the openings with a slide of a bar. "This will have to work." He went around the room and closed the others as he spoke. "One of us will have to hide in here and make sure Yammy's dead and you, Aaroniero are the best choice. You can broadcast his death for us all to see and then, Nnoitra, you get the job of checking that he actually is, in fact, dead."

"Wonderful…" Nnoitra groaned, "And why didn't you have us bring our swords?"

"I don't know." Szayel admitted. "I have been through a lot this past twenty-four hours…besides, our swords are safer at the hotel. Now, Telsa. Do you still have that Soul Reaper's sword?"

"Of course." Telsa never let the sword be taken off his back through this whole adventure. "And I even slept with it on… and now you all owe me a nice back massage. Because my spine hurts like hell."

"Okay, Telsa." Nnoitra made a mental note that read: Get Telsa a Massage and that is my Fraccion. The best ever. Scratch that actually… the…he glanced up at Telsa's feet sticking out of the vent. Aw, hell. The best. "Are you done yet?!"

"Uh… Just a min, Nnoitra-sama! We need a few more clothes up here, Aaroniero-sama!"

"Coming right up!" She dashed out of the room and into the one across the hallway.

Ten minutes later, Everyone was standing in the middle of the dressing room. All of them had triumphant smiles on their faces.

"I…" Szayel surveyed his handy work that connected every canister with clear tubes so they all emptied at the same time. "I think we all did very well…The grates are back in place… all stuffed and… so… it's your turn Aaroniero. You need to hide in here."

"Right on it. Does this work?"

"Does…." Nnoitra didn't see the Fifth Espada anywhere. "Where are you?"

"Down here."

"Is…" He found himself staring down at a little boy with brown hair and eyes who was wearing a too large green dress. "Hey. Neat."

"Yeah… The boy on Fifty-Second street. It's handy to have so many different forms."

"How about the boy on Fifty-first street?" Telsa wondered.

"Ah…" Aaroniero scratched his head, "Missed him by a good foot and a half."

"That's great…" Szayel muttered, "and don't tell me you ate the whole block of people."

"No. I didn't. I ate the whole five blocks."

"With no ill side affects?"

"None at all, Szayel! It was delicious!"

"Ew… That's just…I would never eat everyone on a block. Some people just taste horrible. I don't know why… I tried to research into it, but it took too much of my time…"

"But I can assure you," Telsa landed on his feet next to the two of them, "That nothing you have ever eaten tasted as bad as that Snail Hollow."

"And…" Rudbornn really wanted to know, "What is the story behind that, anyhow?"

"It's… not pretty…"

"That's an order!" Szayel snapped at Telsa. "Tell us!"

"Okay… Just don't blame me…" The sandy blond Arrancar began to tell his story as he double checked the vents. "It happened back before and I was just an Adjches and I hadn't eaten anything in three whole days. And you know how all of the voices of the souls inside you start to get really scary…right? Well, I was all alone in Hueco Mundo and all of a sudden, I saw something crawl out of the sand."

"EEEWWW-" Rudbornn covered Szayel's mouth with his hand. "Go on."

"And there it was. A large, green Snail Hollow… all icky and dripping with slime. By this time, I didn't care. So, I bit into what tasted like grey, molding jello…And of top of that, the slime was just…"

"Ew. Yeah." Nnoitra was wearing a disgusted look, "I think we have heard enough…"

"Yesh…" Aaroniero agreed. "Now, why don't I go with this look?"

Szayel glanced down at the Fifth Espada's next choice. "Hell no."

"But…It's cute! I have baby dimples!"

"No!" Nnoitra screamed, not wanting anything under the age of five. "And by the way, that's what you get when you eat everything on the block!" he pointed out as Aaroniero was beginning to cry as he found that he lost his capabilities of speech in the form of a little baby. "Now change the hell back already!"

A second later, Aaronerio turned back into the little boy with cute brown hair. "There. Better? And by the way, I can speak like ten languages because these peoples brains are hardwired differently."

"Show off…" Szayel muttered, "and by the way, what the hell are you? The main character? I don't think so."

"And, so what if I am?" Aaroniero shot back in a whiny kid's voice. "I am the most powerful of all of us!"

"No fuckin' way!" Nnoitra yelled, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. "I am the most powerful and that's final!"

"But what I want to know…" Rudbornn had to ask, "Who IS the main character of this story?"

Everyone paused.

"Well…" Aaroniero began biting his nails."He's attractive…awesome and has many powers that make him like the best character ever! And it's me!"

"Um…" Nnoitra rolled his eyes, "How about me, sorryass? I'm strong and kick more ass than you do."

"Maybe…" Telsa glanced around the room at the three of them. "Since we have been mostly following your guys' story arc…but… I don't think….I haven't even been in the story long enough to count."

"True." Aaroniero chirped. "Besides, You aren't attractive and beautiful and…oh crap."

"Oh crap, wha…"

"Um…Why are you all staring at me?" Szayel suddenly felt very small. "It's giving me creeps…"

"Szayel. You may want to it down." Nnoitra gestured to the chair by the vanity table with all of Yammy's make-up. (Yes. The producers made him wear mascara.)

"Why?" He asked after doing what he was ordered.

"This may come to a shock to you." Aaroniero announced, his voice as calm as possible.

"What?! Do I have a stray hair on my face? Or has Yylfordt discovered how to beat me up?"

"Well…" Nnoitra wasn't sure how to break it to him besides, "You are the main character."

"Of course I am!" Szayel laughed off the seriousness of the situation. "My Author adores me! I don't see why you are all worried! It's not that hard being a main character!"

"There is a tiny hitch…" Telsa hated to tell him all that was written in 'The Main Character Handbook'.

"And what is that?" Szayel could care less about the burdens of being the main character in a story.

"You are most likely not to be killed." Telsa muttered, "But, the most likely to become overly powerful… which would really suck… Not that you aren't powerful now…and you are also at risk of… everything. You as the main character automatically gives you a slew of bonuses. You get the guy, you beat up the bad guys….I mean, good guys and live happily ever-"

"Hey. Hold up here."

Everyone looked around the small dressing room.

Szayel glanced at the door, "What? Who is there?"

"It's me. You broke the fourth wall again, damn it!"

"It's who?" Nnoitra didn't like the sound of this voice…"And how did we break the fourth wall?!

"It's your Author, Aceidia. And you-"

"What kinda crap name is that?!" Aaroniero laughed, "I mean, you write us everyday! You hardly fit the name Aceidia that means Apathy in Latin! And why the hell are you butting into your, I mean, our story?!"

"Because. I have an important fact that you may all want to be aware of. And the name is because I thought I wasn't going to be writing you all so avidly. It's amazing that I haven't throw my pen in the waste-bucket! And, before I tape this fourth wall up again, I want you all to know, by statistics that I tend to viciously harm or kill characters I love."

"Damn! Where are you?!" Szayel yelled, still not finding the location of the voice. "And why do you do that?"

"Because. I like to. It makes me smile. Don't think that you grew as a character all on your own! Someone had to feed you!"

"So…." Nnoitra hated this interruption. "Can you leave us to the story now? We are just about to kill Yammy here! It's important!"

"Yes. I shall. And Szayel, you don't need to wait until Monday for the post. Soul Society doesn't run on human time. And by the way… I suggest Christmas Wrapping paper.. It just will make it look all the more nice. And… what are you going to do with the rest of Circci?"

"Oh… True…I will have to think about that and… may I ask one more thing?….Hey… where are you?"

"I don't think…" Rudbornn checked under the dresser, "I don't think Aceidia's coming back…"

"Well then…" Szayel stood up and headed for the dressing room door, "It's a good thing I don't mind pain. Stay in here, Aaroniero and we will be in the room across the hall."

"Yep!" He saluted before hiding behind the large full-length mirror. "I will be just- Wait!"

Szayel turned around halfway through the door. "What?"

"I need a mask, don't I?"

"Oh… yes, here. Now, we will be waiting." With this, Szayel shut the door and walked across the hall to join Telsa, Rudbornn and Nnoitra in the adjacent dressing room.


Author's note: Good bye, Yammy!

And another note here. The part about the boy on Fifty-First Street comes from my favorite movie, The In-Laws with Peter Folk and Alan Arkin. And the Bend and Snap is from Legally Blonde. Ah... I love Aaroniero...he has to get upgraded sometime soon. Poor thing. And poor Telsa... And I am in need of a lot of duct tape...