"And here we are…" Findorr announced with a yawn, having taken a nap durrning the flight. Leaving Yylfordt to read all of the magazines and safety instructions 10 times each. "And now, we got off the plane and rejoice. And," he added, helping Yylfordt off the floor when no one was really paying attention. "Welcome home."
"Welcome home my foot." Yylfordt frowned, waiting for all the passengers to exit the aircraft so he and Findorr could leave without detection. "I died in this city. I am not happy to be here."
"Oh come on…" Findorr elbowed him gently. "It will be fun. We can take a cab and maybe get some curly wurlys and go house hunting."
"Uh… Huh…" Yylfordt crept down the aisle and out to the crowed airport gate with Findorr right behind him. "Yeah… Lots of fun."
"Now, we need to find your house."
"Yeah, let's do that before I sneak back on the plane and leave you here."
Findorr grabbed his arm and dragged him over to the phones to call a cab. "You are staying here. Is that clear?"
"Yeah…" Yylfordt sighed and frowned. So much had changed in London since he was last here. "And did this used to be a train station, or is it my imagination?'
"No clue." Findorr scanned the numbers and soon had someone on the phone. "And yes, the airport. Thanks. Ten minutes, chap? Thanks. And now we have a cab. This way please, hesitant Brit."
"That's not very nice…" Yylfordt tried his best to keep up with his Evil Twin, but he was walking to fast. "But, yeah… thanks. Now what do you plan to do? Drive around for-"
"No, no. You sit in the cab and tell me the address. I am sure it will pop in your head. The average human uses its address many times a day actually and so, it should still be in your mind. Hollows are not as plain as Soul Reapers think they are. They have memories, form, and their heart isn't gone, it is just the soul's appearance and personality as a hollow."
"Um.. Okay… So, deep, deep down, my bro was actually evil?" Yylfordt summed up.
"Yeah. And what ever the human's deepest desires of the heart are, they come to life when they are hollowfied. It's like if you turned someone inside out." Findorr dragged his friend out of the automatic sliding doors to the transportation area. "And how I know all of this, Charlotte and I got to talking one day about our pasts and he was a married man who would sneak out to dress in drag. You get the picture. Anyhow, what our hearts truly wish for, come to life. So you, Yylfordt may have just wanted to settle down and have some time alone because you are so damn calm all the time. But you actually have a lot of pent up anger as I've noticed. Do you know how much you've screamed at me in the past ten hours?"
"Let's see…" Yylfordt held up his hands. "Oh. Twenty-five times! And would you stop talking all the damn time, chatterbox?!"
"Ah…" Findorr sighed happily. "I will have the thank the airline. These earplugs really work…"
"AHHH!"
"What?" Findorr asked. "Anyhow, as I was saying, maybe that will help you understand why all of the Espadas are nuts and have Aspects of Death. From what I know, they have more feelings than you and I and damn, we have a whole buncha crazy feelings in our hearts and that's why they broke in the first place and we became hollows. But the Espadas' Aspect of Death are more a constant and always there thing. Like my Majesty always felt like an old man and Grimmjow must always have the urge to destroy everything. Now that would be such a pain! I am so glad I had Barragan-sama as my master… I don't think I could have put up with anyone else. Maybe talk more to Nelliel when we get back to the States."
"Uh..huh…" Yylfordt agreed. "I would like to seem someone be my Bro's Fraccion. I don't really think he's insane though…. And that kinda confuses me as isn't his aspect, 'Madness'?"
Findorr walked over to the black cab that pulled up and opened the back door. "In ya go. And scoot over a little. Thanks. Anyhow, tell the man where we are going."
The cab driver gave the lone passenger a look. This blonde was talking to air, but it had been a long day…
Yylfordt glanced at the driver and then at Findorr. "Um… 3892 Vine Ivy Street."
"Aha!" Findorr cried and repeated the address to the driver who took off after double checking there really was just one person in the cab.
Findorr leaned back in his seat and glanced out the window before continuing. "So anyhow, the interesting thing about hollows is that their original soul can stay with them for quite a long time if they survive Evolution. Charlotte still has part of his tucked away somewhere and it talks to him and it's really strange. And he told me that he keeps remembering things from time to time, leading me to think the longer that the orignal soul is there, the more we remember. So, yours must have been destroyed when you were first created and Szayel's lingered a bit longer."
Yylfordt stared out the window. He wished he remembered the scenery. "That makes sense. And I…I shouldn't have come here. It's like all of these…memories are right at the edge of my mind, but I can't collect them. And I know I never will… and.. It's scary."
"It will be over soon. I had the same feeling when I visited Sweden last year. Anyhow, yeah. Your brother is just weird. Not insane. Tia isn't gonna jump off a cliff anytime soon. Emo-face is a bore and even Nnoitra isn't some kind of despairing shriveling heap, he's just cranky all the time."
"Agreed." Yylfordt glanced at the fourth wall where the tape was beginning to peel. "Don't you think we should do a 'don't jump off a cliff PSA?'"
"I guess." Findorr pulled out a pen and Sky Mall and wrote a note with the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline '(800) 273-TALK (8255)' on the back. "And here is a real life number that should be used by those in need of an ear. Not a last skydive." He opened the fourth wall and tossed the magazine out into the world beyo-OW! You hit my head!
Must go get ice.
Back Soon,
Aceidia
P.s. That's a real number. Please use it. We love you. I love you.
P.s.s. Here are a few others written on the Magazine:
The Gay Lesbian Bisexual Transgender National Help Center: Toll-free 1-888-THE-GLNH (1-888-843-4564)
And these:
Child Help USA National Child Abuse Hotline
(800) 422-4453
National Domestic Violence Hotline
(800) 799-7233
Or
National Domestic Violence/Child Abuse/Sexual Abuse
(800) 799-7233
National Institute on Drug Abuse Hotline
(800) 662-4357
AIDS Hotline
(800) FOR-AIDS
I guess SkyMall saves lives or a plane trip to London is really long and boring. I think both. So, why don't you call someone to talk to?