-Espada Babysitting Service Gone Wrong-

Chapter 7 – Day 6: Painting and Splatters

A/N. I'm like seriously running out of ideas XD When I first starting writing this chapter my mind went blank and I was like, "Uhhh…" staring at the screen – like a robot or zombie XD. But then I looked down to my incomplete failure of a drawing, and then back to my screen, back to the drawing, AND BAM! THE IDEA CAME DOWN ON ME LIKE IT POUNDED MY SKULL FROM HEAVEN XD. So yea, sorry if the ideas of how to obviously entertain kids (and I sure as heck do NOT know how to…) suck :x. Btw since I'm tired of the waking up and taking a bath scene, I'll just skip to where she's getting out of the bath.

Disclaimer – I do not own Bleach


Orihime's POV

Aghh…..second to last day until the transformation wears off. The week went by too fast. I wonder if I should just "accidentally" put the potion into their tea again. Wait, no! What are you thinking, Orihime?! You cannot just turn "bloodthirsty enemies" into children just for your satisfaction! Though that would be nice…. I groaned and stepped out of the bath. I grabbed a nearby towel and dried my body and hair off. I slipped on my new pair of the never changing Arrancar clothes and put on the slippers. I simply brushed my hair with my fingers – they didn't have a brush or a comb for some reason – as I walked out of the bathroom.

I saw that all of the Espada were asleep. Despite always sleeping in the same bed, most of them somehow got sprawled out all over the floor. Ulquiorra, Tier, and Tousen were the only ones that were still on the bed. I heard a small cheer just then over to the corner of the room. I blinked and looked over, seeing Szayel covered in oil and grease again with a minor scratch on his face. His face was literally glowing with excitement, and he seemed to be working on yet another experiment – in my room.

"Err…Szayel, what are you doing?" I hesitantly asked him as I walked over to take a look at the experiment. I squatted down next to him to have the same view as him. In front of me was a tiny robot that looked like one of those robot toys back home. He seemed to be painting – or rather, attempting to. It was more like splattering paint around, but hey, that could count as art. Szayel closed his eyes, crossed his arms, and grinned triumphantly.

"Hmph! Of course you wouldn't know what I'm doing! I successfully created a tiny robot that could paint!" He explained and gestured his hand towards the robot. I tilted my head and stared at it. Its movements were certainly robotic-like, and the painting wasn't anything special. But now that I look more closely at it, the robot was attempting to paint a flower, I think. It had splotches of pink arranged in a circle – or something like that - with a messy brown one in the middle. Then the 'stem' was a curved and looped and looked nothing like a stem except for the fact it was a dark green.

"Um….Szayel…..is that supposed to be a flower?" I didn't really know how to ask without making it offensive. He pushed up his glasses.

"I'm amazed you could actually tell! I didn't take you to be an artistic one, Orihime." I sweat dropped. Am I supposed to take that as an insult or a compliment? I thought, scratching my cheek.

"Thanks, I think. Anyway, I can paint if I wanted to. Just give me a paint brush, some paint, and a canvas!" I exclaimed as I stood up.

"Alright then. Let's see if your artistic abilities are as good as you say," He sort of glared at me before walking out of the room. About five minutes later, he was carrying three paintbrushes that each had a different size, a medium-sized canvas, a cup of water, and an easel with various paint on it. I was surprised he could carry all that. He carefully set them down on the floor.

"There. Let's see what you got!" He exclaimed and crossed his arms. By this time, everybody else had woken up.

"Onna, what's happening?" Ulquiorra asked me from the bed as he sat up and rubbed his eyes. Tier yawned and hopped off the bed. She walked over to where I was at and studied the paint materials.

"Painting?" She asked. I nodded. Soon, everyone else crowded around me. Aizen somehow managed to get on my back and look over my shoulder.

"Aizen, I have to paint. I don't think I can do that with you on my back, so can you please get off?" I tried asking him as kindly as I could. He pouted and jumped off. "If you want, you can paint, too," I suggested. His eyes lit up.

"Paint…..?" He repeated. I nodded slowly. "YAY!" He exclaimed and ran out of the room.

"Onna…paint?" Ulquiorra seemed to be asking for permission. I nodded again and he ran out of the room. The rest of the Espada looked over to the two fleeting figures before following them too – with the exception of Szayel, that is, who decided to stay.

"So? What are you going to paint?" He stared curiously at me. I shrugged.

"Maybe a simple flower. Or a robot. That reminds me! One time when my teacher assigned us an art project of how we see ourselves in the future, I drew myself as a robot! I was going to have laser eyes and shoot out rockets and-" Szayel told me to stop with the motion of his hand. I immediately stopped talking.

"Make up your mind. What are you goin-" Just as that moment, all of the Espada came in with a bunch of art supplies at once. However, due to 12 little kids with tons of art supplies in their hands charging all at once through a simple door that could probably only fit two adult-sized people, they all stumbled and fell down in a pile.

"Onna, get me out this instant!" Ulquiorra demanded. He was at the bottom of the little pile, unfortunately. I giggled and pulled him out gently. He stood up straight and patted off invisible dust from his clothes. He grabbed his art supplies that had fallen on the floor, and set it up right next to mine.

"What are you going to paint?" I asked him. He tilted his head.

"You." He pointed to me. I was shocked.

"M-Me?! Why me?" I pointed to myself. He shrugged.

"Don't know," He simply answered and dipped his paintbrush lightly into the cup of water, which somehow managed to not spill. I watched him lightly dab his paintbrush in the orange paint and carefully paint little orange strokes onto the canvas. I adverted my attention elsewhere as I noticed that the rest of the Espada set up their art tools in various places around the room.

"Guess what I'm going to paint!" Aizen came up to me and bounced up and down excitedly. I smiled.

"Um….an Arrancar?" I didn't really know what he'd paint. I should've guessed tea, but I'm not sure if he would really just draw a tea cup.

"TEA!" He exclaimed proudly. I face palmed. I should've known. Little shouts from behind me brought me out of my thoughts. I blinked and turned around. I saw Szayel furiously paint with his right arm doing the painting so fast it was a blur. He was grinning madly as paint flew everywhere. A couple drops of blue and white dropped onto my clothes.

"Yes, yes, YES! Just a little more color! Ooh, maybe some black over here! Yes, that's it! Perfect! It'll be perfect! As always, Szayel, you're just complete perfection!" He exclaimed to himself as he finally stopped with his fast painting. He straightened up to admire his work. I walked up next to him.

"What'cha got…..there….," I trailed off as I looked at his painting. It was a painting of Szayel – in child form – standing on top of a pile of defeated – or dead - Espada and Arrancar, with a sword in hand. The background was Hueco Mundo with the moon shining near Szayel's head. "That's a very…interesting picture you have there, Szayel." I couldn't think of any other 'compliment'.

"Why thank you. Of course, it's PERFECT!" He pushed up his glasses. I had to admit, even if the painting was slightly creepy or weird, it was painted well. Suddenly a huge splash of black paint splattered the middle of Szayel's painting. He stared in horror with his jaw dropped as the black paint began slowly trailing down, ruining even more of the painting.

"My bad~!" Gin laughed and rolled around on the floor. Conveniently near Gin's 'art station' was a small bucket of black paint.

"Why you-! You ruined my perfect painting! Do you know how long it took to paint this?!" Szayel yelled angrily as he pointed to his ruined painting. Gin stopped laughing and stood up. He stared at the painting with his slanted eyes and tilted his head.

"It looks better though!" He cheekily grinned. Szayel then yelled angry remarks at Gin, but we both ignored him. Gin adverted his attention to me. "Ori~hi~me~chan! Look at what I'm painting!" He always seemed to say my name in a sing-song tone while pronouncing the syllables. He took my hand with his tiny one and led me over to his canvas. "Lookie lookie~!" He giggled.

I squatted down and looked at the painting. My jaw dropped as I noticed it. "G-Gin…um….are you sure you….like this painting?" I hesitantly asked.

"Of course! Don't you? You're in it, see!" He pointed to the painting.

"I-Indeed…"

The painting, as weird as it might sound, was of me and Gin…getting…

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DOES HE EVEN KNOW THE CONCEPT OF GETTING MARRIED?! I yelled mentally. We were both in chibi form – probably so I could fit his 'height' in the picture. I was in a small white dress without the veil – I imagine it'd be too hard to paint a white veil over orange hair – holding a bouquet of small roses while standing next to an equally small Gin with a black tuxedo on. Just like Szayel's, it was a fine painting. Individually, the figures were well done.

"It's my master piece! Don't you think so?" He smiled 'innocently' at me.

"Y-Yeah…..it's….good. D-Do you even know what getting married means?" I finally asked him. He stared at me.

" 'Course I do! It's when a man and a woman in love are joined in wedlock!" He exclaimed. I gaped at him. So he does know what getting married means! He basically recited it off a dictionary!

"Y-Yeah, that's what it means. And you do know w-we're getting married here, right?" I pointed to the painting. He nodded.

"Yup! What'samatter? You don't like it?" His eyes started to slightly water, despite it being closed.

I panicked. "A-Ah! No, I love it! It's beautiful! D-Don't cry!" I exclaimed. He instantly stopped 'crying'.

"Mean it?" He slightly opened his eyes, revealing one of the prettiest sky blue eyes I've ever seen. Damn those pretty eyes. How come he hides it?! (A/N. He seriously had the prettiest eyes in anime I've ever seen….WHY MUST HE HIDE IT?!)

"Err….yeah."

" 'KAY!" He grinned and closed his eyes so that it's slanted again. Then, just like how Szayel's painting was ruined, Gin's painting got ruined too. Grimmjow was laughing like a madman on the floor. Next to him was a bucket of purple paint.

"PFFFT! DREAM ON! PFFFT HAHAHAHAHA!" Grimmjow laughed as he pointed a finger to Gin's ruined painting. Gin pouted angrily.

"Why you-!" He tackled Grimmjow. I sighed and walked over to the two of them as they wrestled. I picked them up gently by the back of their shirt.

"Don't fight!" I scolded them. They looked at each other before crossing their arms and looking away.

"Hmph!" They both simultaneously said. I sighed and put them down.

I patted Gin on the head. "Don't worry, you can always make another one," I reassured him. He grinned and left the room to get another canvas.

"Hey woman, look at my painting!" Grimmjow tugged on my skirt and led me over to his painting. I squatted down to take a closer look at the canvas. My jaw dropped in horror again.

I shakily pointed a finger at his painting. "G-Grimmjow…w-what exactly is um….this?"

He crossed his arms. "You can't tell? I thought I did a pretty good job!"

I shook my head. "Not that…just…..wanted to confirm it….." I muttered.

"Oh, then why didn't you say so?! I'm obviously sitting in a throne in Hueco Mundo with you serving me like a loyal servant, of course!"

"….You sure there isn't anything wrong with this?"

"Why? You let Szayel have his painting of defeating Arrancar and stuff. Why can't I be on a throne?"

"N-Not that part. T-The picture of me."

"Something wrong 'bout it? Looks pretty much the same as you if ya ask me."

"What about the….err…clothes I'm wearing?"

"Yea, your uniform is too boring so I decided to change it a bit."

"Then what's that on my neck and wrists?"

"Chains, why?"

"WHY DO I HAVE CHAINS?!"

"Something wrong?"

OBVIOUSLY THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG WITH THE PICTURE IF THERE'S FREAKING CHAINS ON MY NECK AND WRISTS! THAT'S NOT THE ONLY THING WRONG ABOUT ME EITHER! I was so tempted to yell that but instead I pretended to be calm and nice. The only thing showed my real emotion was the twitch of my eye.

"E-Eh, no. But um…you see Grimmjow, do you really think I'd be like that?" I pointed to the figure of me in his painting.

"Dunno. Just changed it to fit my tastes."

"….."

The picture of me was WORSE than Gin's painting of us getting married. In the painting was Grimmjow – in normal form, I guess – sitting on a throne with the background of Hueco Mundo. However, I was kneeling down to the left of the throne. That part wasn't really bad. The horrifying part about is that I basically had worn no clothing except for a cloth running around the middle of my chest and around my back, and then a very, very small piece of cloth covering the nether regions and a slight part of my thighs. Luckily, my back was supposed to be turned while my head was turned towards Grimmjow, showing half of my face – that way, it only showed the back of my body rather than the front. The chains that we were talking about were on my neck and wrists, and were held by Grimmjow on the other end. However, the art itself was pretty good. It wasn't as good and detailed as Szayel's, but it was really good for a child.

"Confiscated." I held up the canvas and held it over the disposal bin.

"H-HEY! My painting!" He jumped up and down to try and reach it. Then, he finally stopped and his eyes watered. I stared at him, my heart's resolve immediately began slowly melting. "P-Please…" He muttered. He looked down on the ground pitifully before looking up at me again. My heart's resolve melted to about 50%. Tears started forming at the edge of his eyes. It melted to about 98%. He sniffed and wiped the unborn tear away. I snapped.

" KYAA~! Don't cry! Even though you look so cute, don't cry!" I set down the painting and picked him up, rubbing my cheek against his. "Don't cry~!" I murmured again and wiped away the rest of the unborn tears gently with my thumb. I hugged him tightly while he wrapped his tiny arms around my neck. "Here, I won't throw it away! Keep it!" I gently set him down and smiled at him. I gave him his painting back, much to his happiness. As he ran away happily, I could've sworn I heard him snicker. Could've been my imagination, though.

After that, I couldn't help but realize I didn't paint anything at all. I was going to go over to my empty little 'art station' when I felt a pair of hands tug on my skirt yet again. I looked down and saw Aizen.

"Look look! I made the perfect painting! You'll love it!" He grinned and led me towards his own painting. I sighed. When is it time for me to paint? Not that I'm complaining much…..

I squatted down yet again – most likely due to their tiny heights, making them have tiny canvases – to look at his painting. To my relief, it was normal…sort of. There was certainly tea involved. What surprised me however were the fine details of it.! It was if a world-class artist had painted this! The painting involved a tea party. Aizen – in his little form – was in the middle of the painting at the table, and was gladly gulping down tea. At the side, however, were two English/British – perhaps French – people drinking tea elegantly. Aizen was the only one who stood out from the picture.

"Isn't it great? It's TEA!" He grinned proudly. I sweat dropped.

"It's…..absolutely amazing, Aizen." That wasn't a lie. The art itself was done expertly. Anybody who saw this would've thought it would be a million-dollar piece that was painted by a world-famous artist, instead of thinking an ex-Shinigami that was twisted and cruel, and had recently been turned into a child, had painted this.

"Yup! I'm going to hang it up in my room!" He giggled. A thought hit me.

"Wait, Aizen, if you all have rooms, why do you sleep in mine?" I asked curiously. They all had slept in my bed, or at least with me, before. So why didn't they just go to their own bedroom?

"Cause I like sleeping with you," He bluntly answered without a moment of hesitation. I giggled at his childish answer.

"Hai, hai. Now carefully put the canvas somewhere safe for it to dry. Afterwards, I can help you hang it in your room," I told him and ruffled his hair slightly. His face brightened up and he nodded. He held the painting carefully and ran away. About a minute after that, my stomach growled. Loudly. In fact, it was so loud that everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at me. I blushed lightly in embarrassment.

"By any chance…did you forget to eat?" Szayel, being the closest one to me, asked. I looked down and nodded. He sighed and called for an Arrancar. After Szayel whispered a few words into his ear, the Arrancar left.

"A-Are you going to eat, too?" I asked him. He shook his head.

"You see, us Arrancar don't really feel the need to eat."

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"Then….why did you eat for the past days?"

"Simple. We enjoy the flavor of food, you know."

So then, there was no reason for you to eat food the whole week? I bitterly thought but restrained from saying it out loud. As I was about to say something else, I noticed Ulquiorra creeping up on Szayel from behind. In his hand was an unmistakable paint bucket.

"Uh, Szayel, you might wanna….." I tried to warn him. I motioned with my finger for him to turn around. As he did, Ulquiorra took that chance to dump all of the paint onto Szayel.

SPLAT!

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Then, Szayel decided to break it.

"…..What did you just do, Ulquiorra?"

Ulquiorra frowned and crossed his arms. The paint bucket was gone from sight. "I have done nothing. Why do you accuse me without any proof?"

"I have tons of proof." Szayel took off his glasses and wiped it clean with a handkerchief kept somewhere in his outfit. He then put it back on. "Orihime has proof, right?" He turned towards me with an expectant look in his face. But just at that moment, Ulquiorra decided to put on a cute and innocent 'poor little puppy' face. His eyes watered just like Grimmjow's. I looked back to Szayel's face with patience and expectancy in it, and then back to Ulquiorra's oh so adorable face.

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In the end, I can't help but choose the cuteness. I squealed and picked up Ulquiorra, rubbing my cheek against his like before. "Kyaaa~! You didn't do anything wrong, did you, Ulqui-kun! You wouldn't do anything!" I squealed again.

"Of course, onna. I wouldn't do anything bad," He replied in an uncharacteristically cute voice. I hugged him tighter. Just then I felt mini waves of hatred and annoyance floating towards me. I blinked and held Ulquiorra in front of me.

"Do you feel that, Ulquiorra? I feel….waves of annoyance and hatred," I muttered to him. He nodded. We slowly turned around and saw Szayel glaring at us in little red wiggling lines. I shivered when one of them "touched" me. Gin appeared by my side.

"Ara~? What's going on here?" He asked in a sing-song voice. He noticed the little red waves of lines. "Ah! Food?" He grabbed one of them and bit into it. We jumped and gasped in horror as he began chewing on the still wiggling wave of hatred. He finished chewing and swallowed. "Tastes pretty good! It tastes like strawberries! Try it!" He held it up towards me. I gently put Ulquiorra down.

"N-No thank you, I think I'll eat whatever Szayel has for me," I answered honestly. Gin pouted but continued eating the piece of whatever it was now.

"Tch, should've designed it better," Szayel muttered to himself.

"Huh?" I was confused.

"Did you really think those were waves of hatred? Well, actually I was glaring at you and Ulquiorra, but they were actually just floating little Fraccions of mine after I redesigned them, of course. I made them into floating little waves of….strawberries, you could say," He explained as if he was proud of his work. Of course he was. On the other hand, I stared in horror as I realized those were practically Arrancar. I shivered and 'shoo'ed them away when they came close to me. As if on time, the Arrancar from earlier came in with a food cart.

"Food, m-ma'am," He slightly stuttered as he addressed me. I nodded in acknowledgement and walked over to the food cart. I kind of felt like a princess or something with the way they called me 'ma'am' even though I'm a human, and I somehow didn't really like it that much. I didn't bother to voice my thoughts, though. I looked over to the food cart and saw a plate with rice and red bean paste on it. My mouth started watering.

"How'd you know I liked this?" I asked Szayel without looking up from the delicious plate of rice and red bean paste.

"Hmph. Research."

I shrugged and began digging in. I didn't care how messy I ate. There were only two things on my mind: 1) I'm starving as hell, and 2) This red bean paste is so delicious. In about a minute I gobbled down all of the rice and red bean paste. I put the plate back down on the tray and sighed happily. After that, the Arrancar immediately left with the food cart, the door closing behind him as he left.

Another thought struck me as I looked over to Szayel. "Szayel…aren't you going to clean yourself up? Except your glasses, your body is literally covered in purple paint," I pointed out. He froze for a moment before quickly composing himself.

"I was already planning on doing that. I didn't need the reminder, but thank you. I was going to do it…after I get my revenge!" Szayel whipped out a paint bucket and tried to splash all of the paint onto Ulquiorra. However, Ulquiorra quickly dodged, and it hit Grimmjow instead. To his horror, it was pink paint. Grimmjow lifted up his hands and examined the paint on it. He looked down and saw pink paint. PINK.

"WHY YOU SZAYEL! YOU BASTARD! THIS IS PINK!" Grimmjow yelled and grabbed a paint bucket full of brown paint. He tried to splash Szayel, but he too dodged, and it hit Nnoitra.

"EHH?! WHO FREAKING DID THAT?!" Nnoitra yelled angrily. Grimmjow pointed to Aizen.

Nnoitra's eyes narrowed even further at Aizen. "Why you-! AIZEN!" He grabbed a nearby paint bucket full of blue paint and splashed it on Aizen.

Aizen pouted angrily. "I DIDN'T DO IT! Gin did! He should be the one covered in paint!" Aizen exclaimed and splashed Gin with orange paint.

"Wha-?! Did not! It should be…."Gin looked around before his now open eyes landed on a target. He grinned. I gulped. "It should be….ORI~HIME~CHAN!" He yelled, still saying out the syllables and splashed black paint all over my outfit, since he was too weak to reach my face.

"W-Why me?! Get…" I looked around for someone who hasn't been covered in paint before continuing,"…..Tier!" I pointed to the lone Espada who was still painting. Upon hearing her name, she looked up from her work.

"Huh?" She set down the easel and paintbrush and walked over to the little 'group'. "You called? By the way, why are you all covered in paint?" She looked around at the paint-covered Espada. Gin giggled and walked up to her, his hands behind his back. However, from my view, I could see that he was holding a paint bucket full of green paint.

"Yup~! We called you here. And we're covered in paint 'cause of….THIS!" He whipped out the paint bucket from behind and splattered it all over her. She gasped in shock before turning her face into that of anger. The next moment, Gin was on the ground cowering while Tier had her right foot on his back, stomping on it.

"So you didn't have enough, imbecile?" She said through gritted teeth.

"Itai! Itai! It hurts!" He whined but she didn't stop.

"Are you going to pull that prank on me again?" She stopped for a moment, but she had her foot firmly on his back still.

"Maybe~" He giggled. She continued stomping on his back. He cried out in pain. "ITAI! I WON'T DO IT ANYMORE!" She stopped and walked away. Gin, however, still had other plans. I giggled as he stood up and secretly give a thumbs up to Grimmjow. Grimmjow nodded, and splattered red paint on Tier as she walked past him.

"Who did that?" She somewhat calmly asked. I walked over to hear and squatted down to the level of her ear.

I whispered in her ear, "Grimmjow."

"Thanks," She whispered back and walked over to Grimmjow. He gave me a 'You'll pay for this later!' look. I giggled and mouthed to him, 'Sorry'. He growled but then Tier stood in front of him. He turned his head around to look at her.

"W-What do you want?" He tried to act 'cool' and 'mean' still, but he slightly stammered in the beginning. She crossed her arms.

"Why did-"

"SPLASH!" Aizen exclaimed, scooped up some yellow paint in his hand, and threw it in the direction of Tier. She quickly dodged to the side, making Grimmjow take the hit again. Aizen giggle and scooped up a different colored paint in his hand. He looked quickly for a target because the paint was running off his tiny hand. He then quickly threw it at Nnoitra, who failed to see it because his back was turned to Aizen. Nnoitra felt something hit his back.

"…Did I get hit by paint?" He asked. We all nodded. "ARGHH! FINE THEN!" He grabbed a paint bucket and splashed all of the paint everywhere, making all of us get hit at one point.

"Why me?! Fine!" Gin pouted and scooped up paint just like Aizen and threw it at Ulquiorra. He tried to dodge, but unfortunately Grimmjow held a firm grip on his ankle. Grimmjow grinned at Ulquiorra, who cursed him as he got hit by the paint.

Soon after, it turned into a full blown paint-splattering war. I didn't really want to join in, because my clothes were already ruined and I didn't want to ruin it more. I decided to just sit at the stool in front of my canvas to think about what to paint. While sitting there, it also gave me a good view of the Espada throwing paint and dumping paint buckets at one another. Most of the paint ended up on the walls and floors though. I giggled at the happy scene.

I should probably paint this! It seems like a fun and happy scene, I thought. I picked up my paint brush and began painting. My painting skills weren't anything special – not like Aizen's at least. I looked back up at them to get a picture in my mind. A perfect scene happened before my eyes, so I quickly memorized it. I focused on painting again. Painting this would probably be tough, but it would be worth it. What a happy scene…maybe I should bring this back home when Ichigo comes for me, I smiled at the thought. I wasn't too happy on the thought though, because that meant leaving the Espada. I sighed and continued my painting. It was actually really difficult for me. It took hours and hours, but I was determined to finish this painting.

Just a little more…..I stuck my tongue out slightly to the side as I concentrated on the details that were engraved into my memory. By this time, all of the Espada had fallen asleep on the floor from exhaustion. I looked up from my painting to take a peek at them. I smiled at the peaceful scene before continuing my painting. After a few more strokes of paint, I was finished.

"Whew!" I muttered. I held it up carefully and looked at it from the light of the moon. It was the perfect scene. There was all sort of paint splattered on the floors and walls, including the door. On the left side of the picture, Aizen was wrestling with Gin, Tier was avoiding a paint splash from Nnoitra, and Starkk was slipping on some paint on the floor. On the right side of the picture, Szayel was trying to block multiple paint attacks from the lower-ranked Espada, Grimmjow and Ulquiorra were having a furious paint battle, and Tousen was also slipping from a little puddle of paint on the floor. I giggled at my painting.

"If I'm truly bringing this home…..I should write a little note or something on the side," I muttered to myself. I picked up a thin and small paintbrush and dipped it in black. In the bottom right corner, I wrote:

Chibi Espada + Chibi SS's 3 Traitors having a paint battle! They're so cute!

Artist- Orihime Inoue

Date and Location- 6th Day, Las Noches, Hueco Mundo.

I grinned at my little masterpiece. Suddenly, exhaustion began to take its toll on me. I sighed and decided to just leave it on the canvas stand for it to dry during the night. I didn't want to sleep in paint-covered clothes, so I sleepily changed into my sleepwear and slipped under the covers of my bed. Before I fell asleep, my last thought was, Tomorrow's the last day.


AGHHH I AM LIKE DEAD TIRED XD I kept getting distracted and having writers block so like I started this in the afternoon and now it's like 1:00 A.M or something and I just finished T_T NEXT CHAPTER IS THE LAST DAY O3O Don't worry, it ends at Chapter 9 x3 Chapter 9 is more like a little preview to the sequel though. Well, until next time!

-Amayano