Nnoitra walked through Garganta the next day, pulling a stalk silent Szayel behind him by the arm. "Come on. You have to talk."

The dragged ignored him walked along the passageway, silent as could be. If he wants to force us to meet, fine. But I am sure as hell not talking. Try all you like, dear.

"Seriously." Nnoitra scowled, hating how good his husband was at the immature method called by many a parent, the silent treatment. "You are gonna have to talk."

No, I don't. And you can't make me because I know you would never ever do something so cruel. And oh, how nice of you. Szayel stepped out of the portal and into the living room of his old house. Taking me to my least favorite place in the world. Thanks, honey. Not. You are going to get a talking to after this whole thing is over.

"Welcome." Findorr said from where he was making a fire in the old fireplace. "Take a seat in a chair."

Szayel glanced at the two chair sitting across from one another. One of which Yylfordt was sitting in, looking like he was going to murder someone.

The Espada frowned and glanced from his brother to Findorr. "How?"

The Crab glanced over his shoulder and grinned. "He promised to do anything I asked of him for a whole week. Now sit down, Szayel."

And he did so in the only empty chair. Once there, the Fourth Espada just stared at Yylfordt like he was a wall.

"Now." Findorr announced, finishing with the fire a moment later, "we must secure both of you. Nnoitra?"

"Yeah…" Nnoitra really hated to do this, but it was necessary to keep the two from murdering one another. He reached in his pants pocket and pulled out the roll of duct tape used on the fourth wall and handed it to Findorr. "You want me to do Szayel?"

"Maybe…" Findorr shoved Yylfordt back in his chair as he tried to escape. "Now, this won't hurt because it's going over your cloth-sit. Down."

"I am not going to be duct taped to a chair!" Yylfordt yelled, trying his best to attack or in any way escape Findorr's grasp, but the Baraggan's Fraccion was far too strong. "Let me go! Let me go! I won't be forced to talk to him! Let me! Let me go! I demand you let me go! You can't do this to me! "

Findorr stepped back and smiled at his handy work that had his friend completely bound to the chair. His ankles were even taped to prevent him from scooting across the floor. "Sure, sure, yell and scream all you want Yylfordt. I'm wearing earplugs."

"AHHHHHH!"

Nnoitra winced and Szayel just stared at the annoyance with hatred in his eyes.

"Your turn." Findorr handed the tape to the Praying Mantis who really thought of asking someone or something for help with what he was going to have to do next.

Nnoitra sighed and pulled out a length of tape. "Well… here it goes. Sorry, dear. This is your own doing, really." He took another deep breath and began to wrap the tape around Szayel's mid-section, binding him slowly to the chair.

Haha… I would really like you try to get me to talk now… the Scientist thought with a sigh, letting his husband wind tape around him like an old-fashioned May Pole. I'm just gonna sit here… and here are my feet. And oh, my arms are already tied up for me, isn't that nice. Not that I like being tied to a chair, but I am rather tired anyhow, I-I-will just sit here and stare at Yylfordt. Yes, stare him down and I bet I can say nothing and he'll begin to talk so I don't have to. That would be absolutely brilliant of me and I am feeling him begin to crack already… if only I can keep my mouth shut… gotta talk… gotta talk… come on, just for me talk already! So I don't have to!

Nnoitra finished up the tape job and handed it to Findorr to hold on to.

"So, how long do you think it'll take, Nnoitra?"

"I don't really know." The Second Espada sat down next to the fireplace where the logs were burning way happily. "A long, long time. But, I know Szayel too well… He'll talk sooner or later because he's been hit recently by whirlwind monologues that go on forever. But until he gives in, he's gonna stay silent. How about Yylfordt over there?"

Findorr glanced at his twin who finally figured out that screaming, in this instance, was not going to get him anywhere. "I don't know. He's silent now. Do you want me to order some food?"

"Yeah. That would be fine. Telsa should be here in a while. Told him to come after he informed Tia of what we were doing."

"Cool." Findorr pulled out his phone and began to search for some kind of food that could be delivered. "Pizza?"

Nnoitra shrugged. "Sure. Maybe the wonderful smells will work as briber-what is it Szayel?"

The captive Espada looked way up at the ceiling a second time. "Lovely one. Don't you know I can't really smell anything anymore, so it isn't going to work."

"Maybe just the sight will do you in." Nnoitra suggested, hoping it would.

"No chance. I'm not hungry."

The Mantis sighed and glanced at Yylfordt who was now glaring at the two of them.

"Good idea, Krabby." The captive Fraccion grouched. "Buy us pizza. That sure as hell going to get us to talk."

"Hey," Findorr held up his hand. "Don't waste your words on me, talk to him. Yeah, Szayel over there."

"Don't want to."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't, Findorr. Now, untape me."

"No way…" Nnoitra laughed, loving the scene of the two brothers being forced to share one anothers company. He napped the Crab's phone and snapped a few pictures. (Of which he sent directly to Aaroniero's Email.)

"AHAHAHAHAAAA!" Aaroniero fell out of his computer chair and onto the floor of his office. "GUYS! You have to come see this! Rudbornn! Go get everyone!"

"Right away, sir." The horned Fraccion saluted and disappeared in a flash.

The doorbell gave a sad, sad ring that sounded more like a dying parrot.

"Pizza!" Findorr jumped off the hard wooden floor. "Or IKEA! We need three more chairs in here because my butt hurts! Nnoitra, get us some chairs."

The Second Espada nodded and began to search the internet while Findorr raced to the door.

"Hello!"

A stunned pizza man stared back at him. "Uh… g'day. I didn't know anyone lived in the mansion anymore. But, here is your pizza and that will be 6£."

Findorr paid the man and took the pizza inside where he found Nnoitra grinning, Szayel frowning and Yylfordt making faces at the person across from him. "Hey, mates. I got us some pizza and yum…" He opened the cardboard box. "It looks good."

"And it…" Yylfordt hated to say this. "Smells so goo-"

"Shut the hell up." Szayel snapped. He wondered how far these two would go to get him to start having a conversation. And I will make sure they will have to go pretty damn far before I even squeak.

'Thank you.'

You're welcome, Alair, I don't want to talk with him either.

'But if you do end up talking with him, please scream.'

Your wish is my command.

'Wonderful. So, now I have the strings.'

For now. And it is only because I find you truly pleasant company. But then again, I have this horrid need to talk, so I'll just talk to you. Is that fine? Because it's fine with me. Anyhow, how are you today? I don't really care, but I guess it beats talking to Yylfordt who is running out of faces to make. Damn, he's starting to repeat them!

'I wish I could see th-'

No you don't. Shut up and let me talk. Is that clear?

'Szayel, you-'

It's your fault. And if I spill everything, it's your fault because I, Fornicaras am just your inner desires come into reality. Now, didn't you tell me that you always wanted to feel this way? To live in the clouds and never come to earth once again?

'…You are good. Too good.'

I knew it. So, if I talk, it's your fault.

'Not quite.'

No. It is. We have no seasons in Hueco Mundo to mess with my head. It is all your wish.

'But you are not always like this, no?'

How true…Szayel tried not to wince as he sunk his own teeth into his flesh. Now, do you feel that? Do you feel the pain I am inflicting to keep our secrets hidden?

'Not really… I sense something, however there is not enough of me to comprehend pain.'

Damn you, soul.

'Oh, too late. We're gonna have a party in hell. Just you and I.'

One without pizza please. Because I really, really want a piece right now…

'Will do. Strike the…what was it?'

Pizza.

'What is…piatza?'

Szayel let out a long sigh and went back to attempting to keep his fear of silence at bay.

Author's Note: I am so sorry for the long wait for this chapter. My life is really busy at the moment.