A/n: This is a 1/2 new chapter that I wrote in 2017, so if the last segment this chapter doesn't quite fit the tone, that's why. I think you will be able to find where the style changes and I'm sorry. I don't want to go back and modify the chapters I wrote 3 years ago- because I know I will tear them up and never get this story done. XD I also want to apologise to those I promised I would get the story done by 2018, but I got sick this last week. I will get it done though as the story has finally come back to me. I am SO excited to finish it, actually. It might take me a bit with the holidays, but I am going to finish it. Please review and enjoy!

"No wonder you guys hate each other."

Yyfordt turned around to see Ikkaku walking out of the meeting room after him, a displeased look on his face.

"You just hit him upside the head," The Soul Reaper pointed out, not wanting to really talk with this Hollow, but couldn't let it go unnoticed.

"Well…" Yylfordt wasn't sure what to say, "I kinda had too."

"You had to knock your brother right out of his chair?"

"Yes, I had to. Now Ikkaku." Yylfordt began, not sure how to start a conversation with his no longer friend as the last one they had didn't end well. "I'm sorry about everything, okay?"

"What's with the sudden turn about?" The Third Seat Officer wasn't sure if he were hearing right. "You just apologized to me and spent a whole half in a hour in the same room as your brother- only knocking him out near the end. I'm really confused, Hollow."

"I know." Yylfordt sighed heavily and closed his eyes. "So much has happened since the last time we talked and I… I'm just sorry about all it. I am sorry I'm evil."

"You aren't-"

"But I am." Yylfordt figured he should live with what life gave him. "And about Szayel. We both talked and we've decided that yeah, we're both a bit twisted. So, I don't blame you for yelling at me. I'm not as innocent as you ever liked to believe."

"It's fine. See you later." With that, Ikkaku walked on, leaving Yylfordt standing in the empty hotel lobby feeling lost and upset.

"What's up?" Szayel asked as Yylfordt appeared next to him as he made his way back to his room to check on Telsa and Nnoitra. "You look… rather…"

"Rejected."

"Oh," Szayel tried his best not to snicker, but it was too hard. "So, he didn't go for you asking him out after all these years."

"No, no," Yylfordt would never dream of being silly enough to ask Grimmjow on a mock date. "It's Baldy who's causing a problem…"

"Baldy….who?" Szayel was sure he didn't see anyone bald in the meeting room.

"Ikkaku."

"Oh! Now I know you're talking about." Szayel pulled out his hotel key out of his pocket. "What happened?"

"Well…" Yylfordt sighed and told his brother the whole story. "And now, I guess we can't even talk to one another because he hates me."

"Yylfordt…." Szayel sadly shook his head, too amused by how his brother didn't get it. "You have to understand that no matter how you try, there are always going to be people who don't like you and people who do. So just let it go. Yes, I know that it's hard, but you don't really need him."

"But…We were actually starting to understand one another and…"

"I know…" Szayel opened the door and stepped inside the room, only to stop short in his tracks. Inside, the television was on, Telsa was staring at the screen in shock, books were scattered all over the bed and Nnoitra was reading.

"What…" Szayel glanced at what was playing and back at the book in his husband's hands. "What are you two doing watching Downton Abbey and reading… Sense and Sensibility?!"

Telsa and Nnoitra jumped so high that Yylfordt was sure that they hit the ceiling.

"Uh! Hi, Szayel!" Telsa cried, fumbling with the remote control.

"Yeah!" Nnoitra tossed his book over his shoulder and it fell behind the bed. "Hi! What are you doing just walking in here?!"

Szayel blinked. "Uh…This is… my room, too?"

"Well-"

"What are you two doing?" Yylfordt asked again, wanting to just know why Nnoitra of all people was subjecting himself to historical dribble.

"Uh…Trying to understand Mr. 1911?" Telsa suggested, only to get a dangerous glare for Nnoitra. "Well, not really? I mean-"

"Just face it!" Szayel cried, "You two were watching Downton Abbey and reading Jane Austen. You two should be ashamed of yourselves."

"And why should we do that?" Nnoitra asked.

"Because nothing gets more-"

"What he's trying to say," Yylfordt cut in before Szayel could rant his heart out. "Is that, yeah, Mr. 1911 does not approve. Okay? Szayel, calm down. I think it's nice that they want to understand you. Second, I think that you should just get over your Victorian Era mindset."

"Victorian…" Szayel couldn't believe what he was hearing. Especially from his brother. "Victorian Era thinking?! And who may I ask, was not for the Women Suffragettes?"

"You mea-"

"Yes, Yylfordt. You were a sexist asshole."

"Are you seri-"

"Yes, I am serious. You didn't want women to vote. Now, you lost that one, didn't you?!"

"Yeah…" Yylfordt suddenly wished he hadn't wanted to forget everything. "I guess?"

"Right." Szayel grinned. "So, what right do you have to tell me, to stop being such a closet case?"

"Because, it isn't right?" Yyfordt began, wondering if what he was saying was going to help at all. He didn't have much experience with closets, but he could impart his wisdom. "To be stuck in a closet? It get very dark in there. I mean, I just know because I got stuck in the janitors closet for a few hours one time and forgot I could just break down the door with a-"

"I give up." Szayel cried and marched into the room over to Nnoitra. "I appreciate the effort."

"You're welcome."

"But it's isn't going to change anything in a blink of an eye."

"I get it." Nnoitra picked up another Jane Austen book and opened it. "So, I'll just wait. Won't bug you. Nag you…anything. But I wantcha to see something."

Szayel eyed Telsa suspiciously. "Um… and what is that?"

Nnoitra reached over and pulled a white bag out of the nightstand drawer. "Ta-da! My purse."

Yylfordt and Telsa watched Szayel fall silent.

"It's called a satchel." The Fourth Espada corrected, pointing at the thing.

"It's CALLED a purse." Nnoitra grinned widely.

"It isn't a purse dear, it's a messenger bag."

"It. Is. A. PURSE!"

Szayel shook his head. "No. It's a Napsack!"

"No. It's a purse. It has Coco Channel's symbol on the side. See here?" Nnoitra turned the bag to face the viewers before him. "It looks like Santa Teresa!"

"It. Is. a fancy white messenger bag, then!" Szayel was not going to put up with this stupidity. Men did NOT have-

"IT IS A PURSE ALREADY, SZAYEL! AND DON'T MAKE ME BUY YOU ONE AS WELL!" Nnoitra yelled, only to hear Szayel shriek:

"AHHHHHH! NOOOOO! DO THAT TO ME AND I'M GETTING A DIVORCE!"

The mantis paused.

Szayel smirked, knowing he totally won.

"You can be the most masculine person in the world and carry a purse," the Second Espada sulked, after taking a moment to rethink his argument. "Where else would you put your cell phone, wallet, and small implements of destruction?"

Or not.

Szayel frowned and squared his shoulders. "I would put them in my pants pockets. Wallets were made for pockets and as my evil weapons, I tuck them in my inside coat pocket. HAH! Now throw that purse away! It's an order."

"Uh.. huh. If I don't throw it away, what will you do?" Nnoitra inquired, just wanting to win this one. He had to win. He didn't know why, but he knew it was important that he did!

"I will glue it shut so you can never use it." Szayel shot back, trying to snatch the purse out of his husband's hands. "And, I will kick you out of my room and you will have to sleep in the lobby couch."

"The lobby doesn'thave a couch."

"I'll put one there!" SzAyel crossed his arms and continued to smirk as Nnoitra's face fell. This time genuinely, making Telsa suddenly worry.

"Oh…" Nnoitra sighed and moved the white bag etc.,out of grabbing-range, "so the purse is the last straw of our relationship, is it?"

"Maybe. Now, go toss it." Szayel pointed to the window that wouldn't really open, but it would break. "That, or I can take all your clothes and toss them out instead."

Nnoitra rolled his eye. "Mr. 1911. In the moment, I can believe that I was your first kiss by the way you are looking at my modern self-expression."

"It's not self expression, it's a purse!"

"HAH!" Nnoitra laughed. "Got you to say it."

"AHHHH!"

Szayel!" Nnoitra snapped, tugging his purse back from his deranged husband...thing. "Why the hell are you so against the purse?"

"You know the reason as well as I do!" Szayel sighed, trying to yank back the cursed object. Why, oh why, is Nnoitra so attached to that thing? He thought in despair. "Men should not carry...purses. It isn't right."

"Says the guy who's practically married to another guy."

"Well, there isn't anything wrong with THAT."

"Then let me keep my purse!"

"No!"

"Why not?! I love my purse! and there is nothing wrong with me carrying it."

"Nothing wrong?!" Szayel paused to fix a piece of pink hair behind his ear before sliding his glasses back into place. Tesla stepped towards the door of the room, ready to run at any sign of danger. "Noth... It screams, gay! I won't have it! and oh, you love your purse, Nnoitra?! Then fine! Go smooch your purse. I'll call you in a week and we can see, what you think of your new boyfriend. I'm assuming, it's a male gendered purse. Good bye."

With that, Szayel disappeared, Leaving Nnoitra in the hotel room, with nothing to do but to read Jane Austen and watch Downton Abbey.

Yylfordt glanced at the Second Espada. "I don't think that went too well…"

"Yeah. I know. But, he'll come around. I can tell." Nnoitra wasn't too worried about it this time. He knew when Szayel was truly mad and this wasn't one of those times. When the butterfly was really upset he would fall silent and give up completely. "I think I just need to give him some time to cool down. I get where he's coming from. I watched a few episodes of this Abby thing and it seems like being gay wasn't cool back then. Granted, people still make a stupid stink about something that really isn't theirs to know. But yeah, I see where growing up thinking you have to hide can make you into Mr. 1911. I will give it ten minutes and then maybe go apologise."

Nnoitra knew he said he wasn't going to push Szayel to accept who he was, but maybe he had. Maybe it was because he how horrible it felt to hate himself. How he wished he was someone different or better and that was the last thing Nnoitra wanted Szayel to feel.

Even though it's misguided, I guess.

The Second Espada sighed and set the purse down the bed before making his way to the door. "You two," he said to Telsa and Grimmjow, "do whatever while I'm gone. I should go talk to him."

"Um, okay," Yylfordt gave Telsa a skeptical look, wondering what he, personally should do. Szayel was his brother and kinda felt a little guilty…I bet I didn't set a good example for him as a kid. But I guess, who was I to know that this whole gay thing existed? Hell. I didn't even know half of the stuff I do now.

"Later," Nnoitra said and left the two Fracciones standing in the hallway of the hotel.

Another A/N: The Coco Channel Joke is from a picture on Deviant Art of Nnoitra posing by a Coco symbol and I thought of it here. It's really funny and credit to the person who did that art. I might dig it up later. Just wanted to let you all know it wasn't my joke to start with. I hope you enjoyed!