Two years later, everyone- including the author was rested and the world had returned to its usual calm facade. I peered into the hole in my room and sighed. It had been too long. I had gotten used to listening to their bickering and yelling at me to finish their damn story already. I thought about taping it over for about six months until I realized what fans this story had deserved better than a dead story. So, after little consideration, I called attention to the bored characters once more.

"What's going on in there?"

"Going on in here?!" Szayel screeched, making me wince. "What's been going on out there?! We've been sitting here for two years! Our asses hurt and you kept ignoring us."

"You could have moved the story on without me, if you wanted, "I didn't see why their lives depended on me. I only recorded what I saw in the other world anyways. "I would have caught up in a clever summary."

"Could have," Grimmjow noted, staring at me intently. "But that's what we've been debating this whole time."

'And I said," Asroniero spoke up from where he was sitting, "if we ran on without the author, she would get lost and move onto a better story, You got cool original stuff that you could be working on. I mean-"

Nnoitra hit Fishtank on the head, "oy, those are her stories. Don't spill them."

"Okay, okay. I get what you mean, but what I'm trying to say is, our story is just a fan work."

"True," I said, wondering what I should write anyway. I had schoolwork to do and this was just a distraction. Maybe? I wasn't sure. "But I adore you guys. I love this story too and I wish it was finished. I had the idea in my head for years and I just want to get to the end."

"Aw," Aaroniero's faces frowned, "then what? You'll leave us to rot in the fandom bin?"

"No, no," I shook my head, "I might write more with all of you. I just want to finish this story."

"Ah… I see. So, we're not going to be dead if you finish this story?"

"No and I don't actually plan on killing any of you off right now either."

"That's good," Yylfort said, "but I still can't forgive you for Cirucci."

"It was funny."
"See?!" Szayel pointed at me through the fourth wall, "I told you she did it because it was funny."

"You two think too much alike. I hate it."

"Yes, I know," I paused as I read back over the last chapter. "Can I have my shoes back and is Ichigo okay? It seems I owe him an apology."

"You do!" the bleached-hair teen yelled at me where he was standing. He seemed to be completely mended now. "I got so bored waiting for you to get back that Ulquiorra and I had what? Six pots of tea and a whole tray of tea cakes. But in dead silence. It was dead silent. It was freaky. And do you know how much school I missed? At this rate, I will graduate high school at 27!"

"I see," I sighed. "Now… we were talking about rebuilding Hueco Mundo?"

"Yes," Ulquiorra said, pouring yet another cup for himself. "They suggested several frivolous ideas. I turned them down,"

"Naturally. So, what was the conclusion here?"

"We had none. The Shinigami Corps are waiting outside. We were going to discuss the whole matter, because you cannot forget we are hollows. The last we left the matter; they were speaking about sending all of us to soul society. With no Aizen or Las Noches, what good is it to leave powerful hollows alive?"

"Unless they kill themselves," I muttered, trying to keep from laughing. "that aside- I see you glaring at me, Nnoitra."

"Yeah, bitch. You do"

"Go on Ulquiorra."

"Well, we have been debating between us and we have deciding it would be unwise to allow our souls to be purified. I cannot abide being a simple soul once more."

"I understand," I had a thought for a crazy idea, but I put it aside. It wasn't worth it. "Now, as your author I shouldn't say too much on the matter. You all will need to figure out negotiations."

"Really?" Orihime frowned at me. "after all this, you 'can't interfere'? Don't give me that crap."

"I really don't like stepping into my stories' problems. I love to watch all of you run around and if there wasn't a hole in the fourth wall, you wouldn't even know I was here."

Everyone paused.

"That's true," Tatsuki said, clearly still wondering about that missing chapter. "And is it fair for the author to help the characters?"

"Like a deus ex machina?" I asked and she nodded. "Kinda. Sometimes I help characters if it seems logical to do so. Or if I made a mistake."

"Mistake…" Yylfort eyed me, "like how?"

"Uh…" I didn't want to spoil things; it was best I kept my mouth shut. "An author just made a few boo-boos in other stories. That's all nothing to worr-"

"What do you mean nothing to worry about?" Szayel demanded, and I cursed myself for not going with the slutty-espada trope. "You didn't mess up this story, did you?"

"No, just other original work I need to go back and fix."

"You lie. What did you do?"

"I kinda screwed myself over?" I figured it was best to admit it now. "I had the idea of tying this story and you and Yylfordt's origin story together. Because we all know I was going to finish both and now, neither are finished. Also, why did I pick the time era I did? It's SO small, there is almost no research for me. So yeah, I messed up, but hasn't this been a fun ride?"

"Yeah!" Aaroniero cried, "and where's Ned? Is he going to be coming back anytime soon?"

"I don't think so. I think Ned will want to stay FAR away from all of you for a long time." I had totally forgotten about him, but he was a fun character.

"Who is…ned?" Ulquiorra glanced around the table and I sat back as the other characters explained. "Oh. I see. Rather useless, but amusing. Now, author. We cannot spend this whole chapter catching up on pointless matters."

"I agree. Shall…" I wasn't sure if I should step in, but at this point, I had a lot to apologise for- so I could make it up to the characters by giving them a decent story conclusion. "Help you all with the Shinigami."

The room was silent.

I figured. It wasn't everyday that an author interfered this much. I grabbed my security blanket of a book, Dante's Divine Comedy and crawled through the fourth wall. I wondered if I was going to magically become a Shinigami or arrancar. Or something cool those self-insert stories always wrote about, but as I stepped into the story, I was still short and most likely human. But I did have bright purple hair.

That was a nice bonus.

Now, dear reader, if you are wondering why I as the author decided to be such a mundane creation, I figured it was bad enough having myself in the story. So, I only gave myself minor perks in this fanfiction. As a writer, I feel it is important to be an impartial arbitrator between the characters and their story. So, in the same fashion I must continue that which the muses have so asked of me to record. It may be difficult to explain what it is I saw in the other world, but I will attempt to impart what is within my human senses.