"So…" Yylfordt began after he washed his lips off on a paper towel of the small kitchen in Findorr and Charlotte's small two room apartment. (Two rooms meaning there was a living area, one bedroom and bath). "What is your plans now, you two?"

"Well…" Findorr set down his cup of coffee on the small dinning table where Nelliel was busy scarfing down a large plate of hollow. "We don't have any at the moment. All of them were blown away with Azzero. And we've been debating just trying to live out our days peacefully. Charlotte works down at the drag club and I work retail. Suckey job on my part, but we do have a small savings. And if we make enough, Nelliel, you and Ciricci can move in with us if you want."

"That's really nice of you." Yylfordt did his best to smile and make his voice sound normal. "But you two… I have some…sad news." He paused to take a deep breath. "Circci is dead."

Charlotte was at his side in a instant, and Yylfordt found his face being squashed into his bosom. "Oh my poor, poor dear! How horrible! Anything I can do?!"

"Ow…ow…" Yylfordt groaned, thankful for the sympathy. "But Charlotte… You are kinda… Yelling in my ear. And yes maybe."

Charlotte froze. He wasn't actually going to do something. "But what do you want?"

"Well…after Ciricci died, Szayel sent her head to me in a box and that box is still…in Soul Society."

"And you want us to go get it?" Findorr guessed, not wanting to press at any of the questions in his mind at this point.

"If… if you would…"

"We'll get it." Findorr gestured to Charlotte to let Yylfordt go, but the tall man just hugged the little cow tighter. "And let him go, Charlotte!"

"But, he's so sad!" He argued, nearly choking Yylfordt to death. "Can't you tell?"

"Yes. Seriously. Let him go." Findorr demanded.

"Uhmeme plehsaue meaifheuahh!" Yylfordt mumbled, just wanting to breath. "Imeah ea ouve cirjjfeahhh!"

Charlotte looked down at the cute little baby bull in his arms. "Aw…but he needs lots of love!"

"Umeneah I kwneane!" Yylfordt protested and finally gasped for air as Charlotte let go of him. "AHHHH….thank you. Phew… AIR! Charlotte, Findorr, thank you for your kindness and shelter, but I have a lot to do."

"Such as?" Findorr knew what he was thinking.

"Revenge…" Yylfordt glanced at Nelliel who gave him a thumbs up.

"Are you insane, my little hamburger?" Charlotte said, making Findorr wince; that name was as bad as his own nickname: Crab Rangoon.

"You want to fight your brother?!" The Violet Queen continued. "That's just-"

"Charlotte…" As much as Yylfordt loved Charlotte, he didn't understand. "I want to end this. We've been fighting for decades and Circci was the last straw. And yet… What right do I have?! Damn it! Life is so confusing and I…I have nothing left. So, yes… I am going to fight him and yes, I know I am going to lose… but I don't want to sit by any longer and let him torment me."

"So you're gonna just let him finally kill you then." Findorr summarized, seeing nothing more than someone who needed immediate mental help.

"I suppose." Yylfordt confessed, sitting down on the couch next to the windows looking out into the street. "Sorry."

"Don't say sorry." Findorr said. "We need to get you to talk to someone."

"About what?"

"It's obvious that Ciricci's death was the last straw, so we need to find a farmer with a whole bale of hay."

"And what do you mean?" Yylfordt wasn't sure he liked this idea, but listened anyway.

"Yylfordt." Findorr sighed and took another sip of coffee. "Come over here."

"Okay?" Yylfordt climbed off the couch and walked slowly over to Findorr. "What?"

The Crab picked up the New York Times and smacked his twin upside the head.

"Ow!"

"You needed that." Findorr set down the paper and continued to glare at his severely depressed counterpart. "And, you're in luck. I know someone you could talk to."

Yylfordt winced and rubbed his mask with one hand. "And who is that?"

"Us."

"You're kidding me. I am not-" Findorr picked up his weapon and Yylfordt backed away. "Okay… okay… you win! Don't hit me with the newspaper!"

"Good." Came the reply. "And so, why don't you and I go out for a walk and Nelliel can stay here and chit-chat with Charlotte?"

Yylfordt shrugged and went back to window watching as Findorr smiled and downed the rest of his coffee in one gulp. "Shall we go?"

"I guess…" Yylfordt glanced at Nelliel who was already busy talking to Charlotte about his new wardrobe and where they should go shopping in New York City.

Once the two near identical 'twins' were out of the apartment and walking down the busy sidewalk, Findorr said, "Tell me everything."

Yylfordt made a face. "Everything? No, no, Not everything."

"But you have to." The other blonde insisted. "You can't keep it all to yourself. And I know what happened in Soul Society thanks to Nelliel's letter. And for that, I am sorry. I had a soul reapers friend once myself, but she decided to turn on me as well."

"Really?" Yylfordt was sure he was hearing wrong. "Who?"

"Katamina Senchi. About my age. Dead now, but we met one day and we just became friends. It didn't matter to her I was a Hollow, she thought I was a swell guy. Then one day, she flipped on me and attacked. I guess they brainwash people in Kido School."

"Maybe." Yylfordt cracked a small smile that soon disappeared. "And I… I guess you'd understand my story much better. Ikkaku has a good heart and I am so glad he does, it's just me who is problem."

"Nah, you're not a problem, bro. Just… different. A good different and at least you aren't as crazy as your little evil twit of a brother."

"True."

"I swear…" A large scowl appeared on Findorr's face as he spoke. "One day, I was just walking down the hallway, just minding my own business and Szayel appeared out of nowhere and glued my hand to the wall. I think he was doing some kind of experiment with glue, but even my Majesty, Barragan could not unstick me from the wall. It was days later that I finally was removed. But yes, Szayel really just does things… out of the blue sometimes. Anyhow, he's evil, we know that. So, Yylfordt, tell all will you so I can help you?"

"You really want to do that, do you?"

"Yes. Don't make me hit you again. My hand hurts a lot more than a newspaper."

"I can believe that." Yylfordt said and continued to tell his story, beginning from as early as he could remember to the present moment. Findorr listened, drank some more coffee he bought from a cafe, ate two hot dogs from a corner stand, browsed through the library, drank some more coffee and finally sat down on a bench next to the entrance to the fifth-street subway where no one would notice he were talking to a ghost.

"Neat story, my dear." Findorr took the last bite of his lemon bar he picked up on sixth-street. "Troubling, but we are all troubled for we are hollows. Now, what I want to say before I give you advice, sorry about Ciricci. I never had any romance in my current life, so I don't really know what it's like to be in love, but I know it must hurt like hell. Anyhow, onward. I think… I think that you and Szayel just need to be shut in a room and forced to talk to one another. I don't know his side of the story and so that makes it hard to come to an exact solution, but I know that you two need to talk."

Yylfordt doubled over with laughter. The idea was just too funny. "Really, Findorr. You think we should just talk? After all this?! After he destroyed my life and-"

"Yeah." The Former Fraccion said. "I do. Now, do you know any of Szayel's side of the story?"

"Not…really…" Yylfordt began to pace next to the bench, just wanting to punch this idiot in the shell for suggesting such a stupid idea. "He just tells me I killed him by shoving him down the steps or something stupid."

Findorr raised an eyebrow. "Really? Can people actually die from falling down the steps?"

"I…I guess so? I mean, I can see a kid dying, but not a full grown man! It is rather ridiculous."

"Or maybe not…" Findorr changed his mind seeing one of the people heading down the steps to the subway nearly fall down the cement stairs. "Depending on what stairs they are, I guess. Anyhow, know anything else?"

Yylfordt shook his head. "Nothing. I told you everything I know."

"Okay. So. We should go find more. Do you remember your name?"

"No clue. Wish I did."

"Does Szayel remember his name? You two grew up together and so, maybe he knows."

"But how the hell are we going to ask?" Yylfordt was not going to walk up to his brother and go, 'hey, by chance do you know your old name so I can clear my own and figure out this mystery?'.

"We don't ask him, stupid." Findorr hit his bro over the head with the magazine he bought at the bookstore hours ago. "We ask Nnoitra and I sure he won't refuse. From what I've heard from Telsa, he's rather fed up with your twos battle of pointless drama."

"It's not pointless!" Yylfordt screamed, making Findorr wince.

"Yeah, yeah… You don't have to yell. But, I'm gonna call Nnoitra."

"What?! You are going to call the guy who might be out to kill you?! That's frickin' insane!"

"Maybe. "Findorr cared to agree, "But I think he won't mind waiting to chop our heads off once he hears my plans." He grinned at his friend who was staring at him as he pulled out his phone. "And did you know that Nnoitra has a computer?"

"What?!" Yylfordt's reality was shattered.

"Yes. He does, he almost never uses it, but I can call him over the internet and leave him a message."

"Don't do-"

Findorr put his hand out and stopped Yylfordt mid-charge. "Calm down. See. It's easy." He pressed a button and put the device to his ear. "Voicemail…or wait a min-"

"What are you doing calling me, Krabby Patty?" Nnoitra asked on the other end, being on his computer for once in his life to do some research on something he forgot as Solitaire proved to be a formidable enemy. "And why the hell are you doing that after you ratted to my lunch the other day?"

"Sorry." Findorr stated so plainly Nnoitra was shocked. "It's complicated."

"I'm… sure it was." Nnoitra glanced out his window to see Szayel outside lecturing the Terror Twins on something or other. "Anyhow, make it quick as I have a feeling you don't want your call to be known."

"Yes. Right." Findorr let go of Yylfordt who finally stopped trying to attack him and handed the 16th Numeros his cup of coffee to hold. "Simple plot. I'm here with Yylfordt and after hearing his side of the story, I think you and I, Nnoitra-sama, need to force the two to talk."

"Yeah…I totally agree. I told Szayel that he shouldn't send Ciricci's head to his brother, but he wouldn't listen. Anyhow, I understand, Findorr-san."

"Nice… -san. What got you to say that of all people?"

"Findorr. You were Barrgan's Fraccion." Nnoitra said. "I was forced to use a form of Honorfic. But now I don't have to, but I was being as respectful as I can as it's not everyday that I will get to duct tape Szayel to his stupid brother-"

"HEY!" Yylfordt cried, hearing Nnoitra say this. "What do you-"

Findorr's hand went over his mouth. "I know what you mean. Now, I am in search of Szayel's side of the story."

"Cool. I would love to tell you, but I don't really get it… It's…messed up. I try my best, but I really don't know what to say besides, 'I'm sorry, honey?' I really try to stay on his side…but sometimes I don't know how to call it."

"Yeah." Findorr agreed. "I'll try my best to stay on Yylfordt's side for him and any idea if you can summarize your husband's side?"

"Just a sec…" Nnoitra sat back on his bed and tried to gather his thoughts over the sounds of Szayel and the Terror Twins having an screaming match outside. "Um… got it. Yylfordt pushed him down the steps and Szayel wants to do his best to make his brother's life a living hell. And that is as much as I know."

"Ooo… okay… then I know more than you and I don't even have to kiss Yylfordt."

"Haha." Nnoitra snickered. "You can't kiss, you look almost like twins, Findorr."

"I know. Anyhow. Any ideas how we can dig up more information? Do you-"

"Oh!" Nnoitra yelled, suddenly. "I just remembered something! Szayel said after he was pushed down the steps, he was poisoned and I think that's what did him in."

"That makes sense. Yylfordt and I here were wondering how the hell someone dies falling down the steps. And do you know with what?"

"I don't really… but Szayel seems to not mind being around a large variety of chemicals, Formaldehyde, Bromine, Cyanide, you name it."

"Odd." Findorr muttered. "If I were poisoned, I would want to stay far away from anything of the like."

"I know." Nnoitra glanced out the window and sighed. The Terror Twins really shouldn't have made Szayel so upset… By the time he was done with them, they would be missing more organs than a repeat on 'Too Bad For The Loser'. "I would run away from anything that caused my death. But I guess Szayel likes to torture himself or something."

"Wouldn't be surprised. Anything he doesn't like?"

"Nothing really. I've even caught him smoking a pipe once. And that was odd, but kinda cute. But nothing out of the ordinary besides he doesn't drink."

"Interesting."

"What do you mean?"

"From Yylfordt's story, these two oddities are from 1911, before people know that drinking or smoking was bad. So, why wouldn't Szayel have a drink every once and a while?"

Nnoitra paused and reached a hand out and pulled down the duct tape over the fourth wall to his left. "Hey kids, don't drink or smoke! You'll die with ugly teeth and guts that the coroner doesn't want touch to shove in a trash bag. Thanks. This has been a PSA." With that, he fixed the tape and turned his attention back to Findorr who nodded in agreement.

"Nice announcer voice." He noted.

"Thanks." Nnoitra said back. "Worked at a Radio Station in Scotland for a while. So, yeah… now that you say that, I've never seen Szayel touch a drop of any kind of drink. Not even for a cold. Which is good for him, but when Grimmjow, who drinks too much for his own good sometimes, tried to insist, Szayel joking said he was allergic or some kind of shit like that."

"Oh.. You are good…" Findorr laughed. "We are on to something… and you don't mind me asking more, do you?'

"No. I want this stupid lame ass drama to end. I'm here."

"Cool. Yylfordt, don't even think of dumping that on my he-"

Nnoitra laughed.

Findorr frowned and watched coffee drip off the ends of his blonde hair onto his nice pants. "Yylfordt… sit in the corner. I mean it. Anyhow… that kinda burned… now, Nnoitra. I am wondering where we should meet for the talk."

"Somewhere they-oh… my… frickin' what ever-nevermind! This is just going to be evil…and…I really love Szayel… and I hope he doesn't ditch me after or for this… but, they had a house. A house in London. They have to meet there as it all began there."

"Love it. But how do you know it's still standing?"

"Don't know. You should look it up. I went there once, but I don't recall the address."

"Will do. And by chance, do you know if Szayel knows his original name?"

"Yeah… I do." Nnoitra sighed, wishing he wouldn't have to tell, but it was for a good cause. "It was Alair. Alair Grants I think. With a ts. Not a z. That was something he changed later."

"Score… and do you know Yylfordt's?"

"I know I know it… Szayel has said it once or twice…I'll call you back later with it if I remember. Anything else?"

"Yes. How do we keep these two from killing one another from across the room?'

"Duct tape." Nnoitra replied. "It worked to keep me bound to a chair to make dinner. And trust me, I tried everything to escape, but not only does it holds you, but it binds Ritasu. The Ultimate Tape."

"Great idea, but how do we get these two in it?"

"Use force. You're stronger than Yylfordt. And I will talk to Szayel because he has a right to know he's going to be forced to talk with his brother."

"True. Now, where can we get more information on the story from…" Findorr grinned widely all of a sudden. "I'm going to look up that house and if it's still there… we're taking a trip over the pond. Call you when I learn more. Thanks for co-operating and not killing me."

"I think Tia would rather have this stupid 100 year-old fight over with than roasted crab on a stick. Bye."

"Thanks. Talk to you later." Findorr ended the call and smiled up at Yylfordt who was staring down at him in horror. "And that, my dear, is how the cookie crumbles. Now, to the library!"

"YOU ARE NOT GOING TO GET ME TO TALK TO THAT EVIL SON OF A-"

Findorr grabbed Yylfordt and tightly covered his mouth."Shh! We're in the New York City Public Library!"

"IDON'TENEANGEGIVEFEHIA!"

"Yylfordt. Shut. Up." Findorr whispered in his ear. "You two need to talk and we are going to make you talk. Don't resist because I am ten times more powerful than you are and won't hesitate to break the rest of your mask right here. Right now."

The Numeros stopped struggling. "You wouldn't do that…"

Findorr gave his friend a glare.

"Okay." Yylfordt re-evaluated the situation. "Okay… You would. Now, please let go of me."

"Promise not to make a fuss?"

"Yes?"

"Promise not to run away screaming. Or scream?"

"…Fine."

"And don't disappear. You stay with me."

"Okay."

"Good." Findorr let him go and the two crept out of the reference section, of the Manhattan Branch, hoping the librarians were too busy trying to calm screaming children to hear the commotion. "Now, this way. Upstairs to genealogy section which might give us information on you and Szayel. And if we don't find anything there, we head to the Micro-paper section where they have old newspapers on film to read."

"But where do we start?" Yylfordt grouched, slouching and slumping up the steps like a little kid in trouble.

"1911, naturally. And the obituary section would be the best bet."

"But I didn't die in 1911…" Yylfordt complained, following Findorr through the rows of books and people to the newspaper readers. "And why are we going to the news papers first?"

"Because, as I was walking up here, I realize there are going to be 8,346,983 Grants in the world and so, I thought I should narrow my search as much as possible by going straight for…" Findorr searched the shelves for year and pulled out six boxes of film reels, "The London Times. 1911, January 1st to the February 28th. As it was not a leap year. Now to the reading machine."