Didn't mean for the second chapter to take so long… Guess who was just fortunate enough to catch the flu? T.T For a while, I wondered if I'd even bother with writing a sequel to Translocation. I mean, I've had some great experience with books, and I've been thinking about starting my own novel. But then I remembered, holy shit I love Bleach this needs more fanfiction. So, here it is; my marvelous distraction from what I should be doing.

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It was a thing of beauty, really. This marvelous device, this… Breakdown Sphere.

The Hogyoku.

Sosuke Aizen pored over the crystal sphere, his deep brown eyes watching it carefully. It sat atop a small pillar, made to retract into the ground if necessary. He couldn't help but bring himself back to it, over and over again; it was almost as if the power within it needed him. Calling to him…

He cupped the sphere within his hands, brushing over it gently. He'd used it before to create his personal Espada army; perhaps he'd overused it? Pushed its abilities too far when it wasn't ready?

A nEw HoSt, PeRhApS…

"Do you finally speak, Hogyoku?" Aizen asked the sphere, whispering gently to it. He could almost taste the sheer power it would bring him…

YoU kNoW nOtHiNg. YoU ARE nOtHiNg.

"I am your master; you will obey me." Aizen said with complete authority, his grip on the Hogyoku tightening.

YoU aRe NoT tHe MaStEr. MaStEr Is EvEr WaTcHfUl. We WeRe BrOkEn – He MaDe Us WhOlE.

"No," Aizen corrected the sphere, slowly pacing with it. The hem of his shirt bristled for a moment, as if rustling with an electric charge. "I used you. I give you purpose. You are to make me a god amongst insec-"

YoU aRe InSiGnIfIcAnT. The sphere interrupted him, it's voice overwhelming him. He could feel it in his mind, like a bramble of thorns, deep and sharp. Aizen quickly attempted to drop the sphere, only to discover that he could not.

YoU aRe No GoD. YoU aRe DoOmEd To FaiL.

Bright, flashing images permeated his mind, flooding it. The sheer number of memories almost crushed him. This power, this… secondary force, nestled within the Hogyoku; it was dangerous.

It had him in a mental chokehold.

The edges of Aizen's vision blurred momentarily, and a surge of spiritual pressure was sucked out of him. The Hogyoku glowed brightly for a second, and then dulled back to its original color. Aizen, stunned, only stared at it. It was as if he were in a light brain fog. And then, as quickly as it had come, it was gone.

"… Hogyoku?" Aizen spoke to it, letting it tumble back and forth in his fingers before replacing it upon its pillar. It neither moved nor spoke again, and his brows furrowed in thought.

It was then that he noticed, draped ever so lightly over his shoulder, was a long, slender black hand.

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"Hnnyuuuuugh…" Danielle groaned wearily. Honestly, this was just too much walking.

Meandering all over Karakura had only managed to get her lost again. She felt quite proud of herself, really, when she re-discovered the place she had been at an hour previously; only to wind up walking in yet another circle.

She climbed a small flight of stone steps, sandaled feet slapping against them.

Danielle found, within the package that Uryu had given her, the pair of thin sandals, a plain white shirt, and a pair of white slacks. They were a little tight, but fit well enough. And it was less conspicuous than wandering around in Hello Kitty pajamas.

"So… sick… of… walking…" she complained, steadily marching on. Her eyes kept closing blearily, and she struggled to keep them open. Night had long since fallen, and it was growing colder out quickly. She pulled the thin white T-shirt closer around her chest, hugging to herself to keep warm.

"You look tired." A small black cat said, sitting against a wooden fence perpendicular to the steps.

"Eh-yuh-huh." Danielle moaned, trudging forward. She stopped mid-step, her foot still halfway in the air. Her eyes popped open, and she whirled on the spot, facing the cat.

"You seem surp- hrrk!" the cat gurgled as Danielle jerked it up from the ground, swinging it back and forth in glee.

"Oh, my god, Yoruichi! I am so glad to see you!" Danielle squealed, the cat's head poking out from between her arms as it attempted to struggle away. It immediately stopped, though, and asked, "Have we met?"

"Hmm? Oh, no. I just think you're really cool, is all." Danielle said, setting (a slightly dizzy) Yoruichi down on the ground. The cat shook its head back and forth, trying to regain bearing. "You know," Yoruichi began. "most people introduce themselves when meeting a talking cat. But then again, you already appear to know my name…" she left the end off hintingly.

"Oh, uh, well…" Danielle said, fidgeting. She tapped her fingers together nervously, struggling with herself. "You see, uh, it's… kind of hard to explain."

"How hard?"

"Like a crowbar."

"… So, no explanation for poor Yoruichi?" the cat asked, sitting balefully in front of her. If Danielle didn't know any better, she'd have sworn the cat was trying to pull off… puppy dog eyes.

And, believe it or not, it was actually working. A little.

"… You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Oh, I don't know about that," Yoruichi stated, pouncing up and stalking away, tail twitching back and forth. "You'd be amazed at how convincing Kisuke can be. I assume-"

"Eeyup," Danielle finished, following slowly after the cat, her hands in the pockets of the white pants. "I already know him, too. Well," she paused, thinking. "I know of him. Can't say I've met him either…"

Glorious, dancing visions of glomping pranced about in her head.

"Though, if there's one person I'd have to explain to, I'd rather it be bucket head."

"… Bucket head?" Yoruichi asked, a small smile visibly tugging at the cat's feline lips.

Danielle grinned, hands clasped behind her head as she walked. "Oh, come on. That hat of his is ridiculous. Hot, sure, but goofy."

"So…" Danielle asked after a few minutes of silent walking. "What exactly are the odds that you just so happened to be waiting there just when I needed to find someplace to stay?"

Yoruichi, without turning, merely said "I had a hunch."

"Did that hunch have a hat and clogs?"

"… Maybe."

So.

Urahara knew that someone unusual had arrived in Karakura Town ahead of time.

That was… interesting.

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Seven.

Grimmjow was up to seven hollows that he'd killed today.

He wasn't certain why, but they seemed to flock to Donald like ants to honey. They'd show up, some trying to sneak into the small warehouse (and one by just ripping a small Garganta through the air) and their first action was always to dive right for Donald. At this point, he'd begun to pace rather nervously.

Understandably. Numerous, bloodthirsty masked spirit monsters had just tried to rip him to bits.

Repeatedly.

Every time one would slip through, Grimmjow would slice directly through it with Pantera. Hell, one of them was so weak, he just punched it.

And then it disintegrated.

Grimmjow felt quite the surge of pride after that one.

However, the fact that hollows continuously appeared periodically was becoming quite the hazard. He needed to move, and quickly…

"… Hey." Grimmjow said, jerking his head up to face the pacing Donald.

"Hmm?" Donald asked, pulling himself out of thought.

"Come on. We're goin' somewhere else."

"Very well," he agreed, not really looking forward to staying. "To yet another 'safe house', I presume?"

He could hear the sarcasm in his voice, but didn't comment. The hunger was coming back…

"Just shut up, and follow me."

"Might I suggest the usage of a makeshift bivouac, constructed out of the remainders of these crates?"

"… 'The fuck is a bivouac?"

"… Let's just continue." Donald said, following closely behind Grimmjow. The Espada silently slipped out of a rusted and heavy steel back door, the lock completely broken. The night air was quite refreshing; the warehouse, dusty and arid as it was, had begun to annoy him.

Hungry…

"Are you… well?" Donald asked concernedly, peering at the faint figure of Grimmjow as he quietly stalked ahead of him.

"… Fine," he said, waving him off. "Just keep breathing. I need you alive."

"Well, my cobalt captor, it would be greatly appreciated were I to know the conditions upon which I was so abruptly taken from the security of my dwelling."

"… What?"

"Why. Did. You. Take. Me." Donald said slowly, accenting thoroughly.

Yes. He was still an insufferable little shit. Grimmjow really should have expected as much.

He breathed in deeply, desperately trying not to punch the tiny bastard in the face. It might vaporize him. "Look, you little-"

"My diminutive stature has no bearing whatsoever on the situation." Donald said, noting the rather large height difference between the two.

"Talkative ass-nozzle," Grimmjow continued, as if he hadn't been interrupted. "That's on a need to know basis. And you don't need to know." He jammed his hands in his pockets, stomping angrily forward.

"… I think I've already arrived at a conclusion, should my hypothesis render itself valid."

Grimmjow didn't answer, but merely sustained his pace.

"… You're dying."

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Gin wandered about the halls of Hueco Mundo reflectively, his thin grin wider than usual. His slanted eyes revealed little, although his ever watchful gaze flickered back and forth carefully. The billowing white hakama flowing around him gracefully. The throne room of the white palace was empty, save for the single figure of Sosuke Aizen, seated atop the white chair.

His head held in his hands, slouching forward, Aizen almost looked ill.

"What's tha' matter there, Sosuke?" he asked playfully, leaning against the throne behind him. "Ya' don't look so gr- holy hell!"

"Hnn-ynnn-hnny-hnnnng." Aizen stuttered, flowing black goop oozing out of every orifice in his face.

Gin leapt back, hand reaching for his zanpakuto. He hadn't imagined killing Aizen like this, but…

And then, as soon as it had begun, it was over. The black sludge retracted rapidly back into Aizen's face with a disgusting sluuurch, and he was left looking exactly the same as he usually did.

Albeit, a little paler.

".. A-Aizen-sama?" Gin asked lowly, backing away as he did so.

Aizen stood carefully, breathing in deeply. An unnaturally large smile spread over his face his normally brown eyes tinted with a light shade of black.

"Are… you feelin' all right?" Gin asked, vastly suspicious of Aizen's apparent possession by the swamp thing.

"Positively wonderful, now that you mention it," he said, a manic grin growing even larger. Disturbingly, it gave him a very demonic look, that supreme happiness.

Gin didn't like it.

Aizen leapt up from his white throne, landing deftly on his feet. He was faster – better. Stronger.

His new ally had assured him of that; and the information he could provide him. Oh, how VAST his mind was.

For a split second, he considered simply throwing away the Hogyoku, so great was his joy. However, he immediately brought himself under control, forcing himself to register the fact that every scrap of power he could muster would come in handy at a later date when he was crushing the world in his fist.

And then, the master shall be most pleased…

"Yes," Aizen said aloud as he made his way back to his precious Hogyoku, a fresh scheme in mind. A wonderful, miraculous, world-shattering ploy that would make every inhabitant of Hueco Mundo shudder in fear when they heard of it.

And if he felt this good now…

Then our elation shall be even greater…

"When we're burning Soul Society to the ground."

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More on the way, folks! I have to say thanks to all the great long time reviewers, and even some new ones. Seriously; you guys are really the main reason for my writing in the first place.

Danielle: By which, it's meant that there's a serious matter of massive ego involved.

Wha- nyu-uh! I'm just doing it because…

Danielle: Because you're attention needy and shallow.

T.T WHY MUST YOU BE SO CRUEL?