Szayel nearly fell down the steps as he rushed down them towards Nnoitra who just stepped out of the Garganta. He wrapped his arms around him so tightly that Nnoitra almost said something, but refrained. "Hello, Szayel… you okay now?"

He didn't respond, only gripped Nnoitra's sandy clothes tighter as he cried.

"There… there…" Nnoitra hated how this drippy scene was starting to make him cry as well. "If you'd let me go, I'd hug you back. Or not. Seeing that you… you have no intention on letting me go."

"No. I don't ever." Szayel wasn't sure if he heart were mending or breaking, but whatever was happening, it hurt. All these hours gone by felt like three years and the reality setting in… but it was all over now. And I am so thankful…

"And.. Telsa wants to say something." Szayel said, stepping back once he felt ready to let go.

Nnoitra looked up to see Telsa standing next to him, the Fraccion's eyes all red and his nose even more so. "Sir…"

"What is-"

Telsa slapped him across the face. "You are an idiot, sir. Just…leaving us and not listening to what we have to say, I find it truly hard to forgive you, given my red nose, but I love you, so I will. Now, you are grounded for the rest of your life."

"Hey, Telsa." Nnoitra hated to point this out. "You're my Fraccion, you can't ground me."

"But I can." Szayel spoke up. "And Telsa has it, you are grounded."

"But you're not…what kind of childish punishment is this?!"

"It's not to be taken seriously!" Szayel cried, wanting to just scream at Nnoitra. "We just…We're just upset with you! And if you ever, ever leave me like this again, I will have to… have to… cry a whole lot more. And I'll take Telsa."

"Sir." The Fraccion said, "I already am yours, so, Nnoitra-chan's at a loss."

"That's Nnoitra-sama!" The Mantis cried, wondering since when was -chan used to describe him. "And you still serve me!"

Szayel grinned a little and began to snicker. "Well… kinda… Telsa here swore service to me, so… that changes things."

"No, it doesn't!" Nnoitra couldn't believe it! "Telsa! You traitor!"

"Well, Noi-chan, I didn't know you'd be coming back in one piece."

Nnoitra looked at Szayel who nodded, rather enjoying the scene taking place.

"Okay!" He cried. "Fine. Telsa's yours."

"Oh thanks." Szayel said, going on tip-toe to give him a kiss. "How nice of you, Nnoitra. But seriously, I don't think that either of us really 'own' Telsa now that Aizen's gone. So, that means he can serve both of us or, just be our friend…or not…" Szayel said, seeing Telsa trying his best to re-shine Nnoitra's shoes already. "But anyhow, it's noon and we've been up all night and I'm really tired."

"Really?"

Szayel nodded. "Really, Nnoitra. I'm tired right now. So, why don't we go upstairs and crash. I'll kiss you tomorrow as I am finding it hard to even talk right now. And what is worse, I almost fell down the steps again."

"That's not good at all." Nnoitra yawned and picked Szayel off the ground and into his arms to head to their room. "And you know what I discovered today?"

"What?" Szayel asked, too tired to even acknowledge the two Soul Reapers that came tumbling out of Garganta, one with a grin on his face and the other with a paper bag over his head. "What did you learn today?"

"There is this really cool magazine…"

"Oh, is there?"

"Yes." Nnoitra stopped in front of room 18, which was the room that Szayel would have shared with Yylfordt who was now asleep in Tia's room where Grimmjow was curled up on the floor. "The magazine I found was calling Skymall. It'll take me while to tell you everything, but I will."

"Promise?"

"Yes."

"I am hungry." Nelliel stated, glaring down at Charlotte and Findorr from her throne. It was good to be Queen, but she was hungry. "And I'm bored. Findorr, go get me something else to do."

The crab sighed from where he was curled up in a sleeping bag on the throne room floor. "Like what?"

"I donno. Just something out of there." Nelliel pointed at the large opening in the sky Findorr kept going through to bring her things. The only reason she wasn't able to do so herself was because she was queen and she didn't feel like it. "More interesting this time than this remote-control helicopter."

Findorr nodded and climbed out of his sleeping bag. "Anything for you…"

All day Nelliel had been so damn demanding it was staring to get on his nerves and he just wanted to sleep. But no. He had to come back into my room beyond the fourth wall for the tenth time that day.

I sighed and looked up at the character. "Uh...Huh… you're tired?" I asked, pointing to myself. "I've been writing all day."

"Well." Findorr replied with a yawn, "she didn't like the helicopter and she demands something more entertaining."

I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Findorr…that was as entertaining as it gets. I don't have a multitude of toys. I am an adult!"

Findorr looked at me and shook his head. "Nope… you're too short."

"And you're too blonde." I retorted, not liking how these characters could come in and out of my room at will. "And what happened to the music I gave you?"

"She got bored." Findorr stated. "She didn't want to listen to Elvis all day."

"And Skymall?" I asked, having given it to Nelliel to look at as it might help pass the time. Which is what it was intended for.

"Tossed it out a window." Findorr said, pausing to rub his tired eyes. "And the pad of paper you gave us was made into paper airplanes."

Great. Just great. Here I was at twelve at night and my characters were being annoying.

I took a deep breath and reached for another piece of chocolate. "Finddor… can't I just go to bed?"

"No, not really…" He reached over and took a piece for himself, only to get a glare. Hey, I didn't like people taking my chocolate. "Nelliel is determined to stay up until Nnoitra shows up for a fight."

"Well…" I hated to say this and I wasn't sure if I should say this at all. "She's going to wait a while."

"What do you mean?"

"I can't tell you anything. I'm the author. And no," I said as Findorr reached for my computer. "Touch that and I will show you a few of my other characters."

He paused, hands inches away from the screen. "What?"

YES! I have the upper-hand! I smiled a little and nodded. "Yep. I have a whole slew of characters from my original novels and to say the least, they are more real than you are. As you are nothing but a re-envisioning of a different author's characters and so, in the end, my original characters are more real than you are. So, I suggest you don't touch the computer."

"Why?"

"Because…" I didn't want to have to explain everything to Findorr who was just a lowly character. "Some of my characters are dangerous. Maybe not as dangerous as you are in your world, but mine would win the fight as they are real in my head and you are just a visitor. So, please, don't touch the computer. I don't want you to spoil the rest of the story for yourself."

Findorr's hands moved away and back to his side. "Fine. I won't. But you had better not…Kill me."

"Well, everything is up in the air right now." I said, sitting back down in my chair. "And I don't know! I'm just the author! I just write, I don't play God and I don't want to because that is what messed up your world in the first place. But I don't think I am going to kill you. That is the best you can get out of me right now. I need to go bed and so do you."

"Yeah, I should." Findorr glanced behind him at Charlotte who was waving at him. "But…back to the real subject, do you have anything to keep Nelliel entertained?"

I glanced around my room. There was nothing really but books, a CD player, a desk, a bed. "Um…Maybe…" I looked at my shelves, my eyes falling on nothing. "I don't think so. I don't have anything. As it is seems that Nelliel doesn't like to-oh…" I quickly stood up and made my way over to my closet. "This!"

I tossed Findorr a Rubric's Cube that a utter mess.

"What is…this?" He asked, staring at the colors on the brick.

"It's a puzzle. Really hard to solve. Now, get going."

"Okay, later Aceidia."

"Later, Findorr." I muttered and he climbed back through the fourth wall where Nelliel was sitting on her throne, waiting. I thought once of stepping into the world myself, but since I was writing their world, it was impossible.

I was nothing more than God.

A/N: I know this is a short chapter. I am sorry. XD And also, I fixed the formatting issue in the last chapter- sorry. Anyhow, I need to go back and dig up the next chapter! Because the document I have all of this in is a mess... Anyhow, thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed! And it seems that I think I'm God. (I blame my love of Imperial Ancient Rome for that one.) Isn't that great? And by the way, Findorr, please leave me alone!