"And here we are," Szayel announced about twenty minutes later. After Alair finished talking, Szayel let Nnoitra out of the hotel room- pausing only to tell Yylfordt they would be back soon. The blond shrugged and told him to not to cause too much trouble. Szayel still found his warning amusing as trouble was the last thing he wanted right now. All he wanted to do was take Nnoitra to the library. He couldn't believe he had forgotten this writer, but he knew Nnoitra needed to read his works. "The London Library."

"I said I would read books," Nnoitra said, not sure if he regretted his earlier conversation. "But now isn't the time to sit around and read, is it?"

Szayel frowned a bit and said nothing as he led Nnoitra up the steps. He knew there were bigger problems they all needed to work through, but this was important to him. Much to Nnoitra's shock, Szayel didn't go to the compter to look and see where the book was. Instead, he glanced at the shelves and after a thought, headed upstairs.

"How do you do this without a computer?" the mantis dared to ask.

"The Dewy Decimal System," Szayel replied, not remember where or when he learned it."It's a pain to learn, but handy. Now..."

He paused at a shelf and began searching. Nnoitra watched him smile and pull a \book which he handed over to the other Espada. "Here. It's a collection of Oscar Wilde's work. I kind of want you to read it. You don't have to read it all at once!"

He saw Nnoitra's panicked look.

"I promise. Just read it."

"Uh, okay," the tall Espada opened the cover to peek inside. "I don't think I could get through 300 pages in a night, but yeah. I can try."

Szayel smiled. "Thanks. Now, let's go back home." He turned to walk back into the middle-section of the shelves when Nnoitra asked:

"How are we going to check this out? We don't have a library card."

Szayel scowled and glanced over his shoulder to see if anyone was there. No, just a few random people on their phones.

"We don't go out through the front door." he told Nnoitra, walking back between the shelves to open Garganta. "We leave this way. The alarms won't go off and you get the book. We can return it later. It takes the library a while to find a missing book."

Nnoitra glanced at his surrounding and back at the book. "Somehow, this feels like the worst kind of crime."

With those words, he walked into Garganta, taking the book with him.

When the two arrived back at the hotel, Szayel and Nnoitra walked into the lobby to find themselves staring at a screaming match. Between everyone in the hotel vs. Ichigo and his gang of friends. Szayel gave Nnoitra a glance and the two decided to take a few steps back so as to stay out of the fray.

"How could you?!" Orhime cried, tears already running down her face. "You THOUGHT I was IN there?! How could you blow up my home?!"

"I did-"

"And you destroyed Cirruci's leg!" Yylfordt interjected so loudly, everyone winced. "That's all I had left of her, you punk!"

"I should beat you into a pulp!" Grimmjow agreed, clearly ready to do just that if Chad wasn't standing between him and Ichigo. "How would you like it if we blew up YOUR home?!"

"You can't!" Ichigo was pleased to say, "it's a hospital."

"It doesn't matter to me!" Telsa yelled, "people die there anyways!"

Nnoitra tried his best not to snicker at this remark, but failed. The fraccion was right after all.

"What's so funny?"

He glanced to his right and then down to see Tatsuki staring up at him.

"You're mighty tall," she noted before asking her initial question again.

"It's just that Telsa's right," he told the girl- not sure why she was here or let alone who she was. "And what do you have to do with this fight?"

"I'm Orihime's best friend," she replied with a smile. "And who are you?"

Nnoitra was about to introduce himself when he heard Ulquiorra say from where he stood at the top of the steps:

"Kurosaki, I am deeply ashamed to even know you. You are a fool of the highest order."

Ichigo paused, not sure what to say besides, "Uh, thanks?"

"It wasn't a compliment, you-"

Grimmjow finally kicked Ichigo in the shin, breaking the bone. "That's what you get for blowing up our house!"

"Yeah!" Yylfordt agreed, nailing the bleached-haired kid with his fist just before the soul reaper connected with the floor. "And while we were gone of all things!"

"Wouldn't we want to be?" Szayel noted as I handed him and Nnoitra some popcorn through the broken wall.

"Well, yeah!" Yylfordt agreed, "but it's still not nice to break and enter and commit arson, all in one day!"

"True," Szayel could agree to that as well, only to notice Tatsuki as she reached for some of his food. "And who are you and how did you get here?"

"Uh..." she wasn't sure if hollows should eat all that human food, but that's why she was here to help. "I don't know, honestly. I think the author lost a chapter somewhere that she forgot to put in to the story."

"Oh," Szayel wasn't sure if that was good, but whatever. He had a fight to watch. "Nice to meet you anyways."

"Likewise," Tatsuki said and continued on. "It's just a shame- because now that I mention it, the author's bound to find that chapter and putting it back in would be a pain."

"Yeah," Nnoitra agreed, wondering if he should ask the author or not. Nah...I shouldn't risk it.

"So," Tatsuki sighed, taking the popcorn from Szayel who had his fill. "Here I am."

"Cool," Nnoitra would happily enjoy this fight with more people- more the merrier.

It was a few minutes until Orihime ran over to the fourth wall to bother me-

"Hey!" She cried, annoying this author. "I think you've beat up Ichigo enough. This is getting excessive." She peered over her shoulder at her friend who was almost a puddle of goo thanks to the angry Espada."I know you don't like him as a character, but it's not his fault. His real author failed him. But don't kill him. We need him in this story. He's the main character of the original world. So... if you kill him, this story will disappear."

I looked up from my desk and sighed.

She was right.

"Fine," I muttered and threw my pen over my shoulder.

I had to go get it- sorry for the delay. Anyhow, I feel like I am way too involved in this story, I wasn't the one to break the fourth wall.

Or at least I think, anyways.

I don't remember.

"Anyhow," I began, frowning at Orihime who was looking at me through the wall. "I guess you are right. I let my anger at how this series ended out on the main character. I'm sorry. Give me a minute and I will make sure his injuries are properly tended."

"Good," Orihime smiled brightly, only to add, "don't make me do it. That's all I ever did in the canon story."

"Got it," I wasn't going to have her heal Ichigo. That would go to Yumichika to do.

"Hey!" he cried in protest, but I wrote he made his way over to Ichigo once the others finally paused a moment. "Hey! It's not Ichigo's fault. He was just trying to save Orihime here. It was a mistake and I am sure he will help you all rebuild Las Noches. Anyhow, you don't have a house built by Aizen anymore. Now you all can build something more... hollow-like."

Grimmjow glanced at the others who seemed to like this idea.

"And we can have an ice-cream machine!" Aaroniero cried suddenly, making everyone look at the bottom of the staircase to see the strange arrancar standing there. "What?! I came with Tatsuki in that chapter that the author couldn't seem to get right and never got around to posting on t-"

I am now short a shoe, but I regret nothing.

Anyhow, Aaroniero winced and picked up the high-heel that he slipped on his foot. "Now, if I can say something else mean to the author, I might get the other one."

I threw it at him anyways.

Who needed shoes?

"Thanks," Aaroniero grinned and after adjusting her form to fit the shoes, she turned to the other Espada. "I think we should build a big life-sized sandcastle! Who is with me on this?"

The room was silent.

"No," said Ulquiorra.