"AHHH!" Aaroneiro screamed later that day. "I DON'T KNOW WHO PICK! HEEELPP!"

"Ugh…." Szayel was glad he brought earmuffs with him to the throne room where Tia arranged for all of the unassigned Numeros to line up to be considered for Aaroneiro's fraccion. "My ears…"

"There are so few left!" Aaroneiro was so disappointed in the turn out. All, if many of deceased Espadas were gone along with their Fraccions, so he had less than ten to choose from. He turned to Szayel who was the only Espada to join him in the throne room. Nnoitra and the others had duties and so, he was stuck with Szayel. "I can't make a decision!"

Szayel fixed his glasses and scanned the tiny group. There was Loly Aivirrne who twisting her long black pony tails impatiently. Menoly Mallia who was Loly's constant companion who was trying to keep a smile on her face as tried to tell Loly to stay calm.

Then, there was Rudbornn Chelute who was the Janitor of Los Noches and cleaned up after all the fights that occurred with in it's walls. His face was not of a human, but of a skull with horns.

Away from the others was a group of three that Szayel could not remember ever seeing before.

He turned to Aaroniero after a moment of thought. "This is going to a task, honestly. I do not associate with Numeros and I think it would be best to-" at the moment, he saw Telsa walk past the doorway with a black suitcase in hand. "Hey! Telsa!"

Telsa Lindocruz froze and peered inside the throne room. "Um… What is it, Szayelaporro-sama? I am on my way to give this suitcase to Master Nnoitra."

"I could use your help for a moment, Telsa."

"Um, but I have to get thi-" He tried to protest.

"Don't worry…" Szayel laughed, "I will explain why you are late. Come in here and help us pick a Fraccion for Aaroneiro here. You spend all of your time with these… pawns, anyhow."

"True…" The sandy-haired Arrancar set the suitcase down. "And I mean, if you will come with me to explain.. I guess it will be okay if I come and help."

"Thank you." Szayel grinned as Telsa appeared by his side. "Take a seat."

"Yes." Telsa smiled back, happy to be helping. "And so…" He glanced at the other Numeros who was all glaring at him as he was the Fiftieth

Numeros and somehow was more privileged then them. "Who do you want to know about?"

"The people I don't know about." Szayel told him, waving at Loly and Melony to leave. "They are such pests…. Or so I hear from Grimmjow. Fishtank, you need someone who will respect you and obey your every order. And, when you get lost and hungry, let you eat them."

"Yes. That is true." Aaroneiro agreed, pointing to a small Arrancar with boyish face and red hair that was half covered by a jaw of a hollow mask. "Who is that, Telsa?'

"Him?" Telsa narrowed his eyes. "That's Menis. No last name. He's annoying at most. Used to smash my face into the wall every time we crossed paths, but Master Nnoitra took care of him. But he has not mellowed out at all."

"All right…" Aaroneiro pointed to the tall man standing next to Menis who had blue hair and a mustache. "Who is that?"

"Patros. Once again, no last name. He is… he has a mustache."

"And?"

Telsa looked at Aaroneiro who was sitting down the table that was set up for Fraccion Auditions. "He has a mustache."

"Okay… How about him?" Aaronerio turned his attention to a muscular man with curly brown hair and a frown on his face.

"That's Aldegor. No last time. Don't know these three survived the Menos Grande Phase, honestly. How can one separate themselves with just one name? Anyhow… He is serious."

"And?"

"And is good at cards and might be a good pick. But I don't know him that well and I think, if you choose him, you will have to take Menis and Patros too. They seem like a inseparable bunch."

"And…" Aaronerio pointed at Rudbornn Chelute who had been staring at him this whole time. "That thing."

"Oh…" Telsa forgot about him, the cleaner of Los Noches. "He'd be a good choice. Loyal and powerful."

"Awesome…" If this Janitor was all powerful, Aaroniero was a sold pair. "Now, I kinda want to see what these three can do. Just because, I need a good protector at my side. Just like you, Telsa."

The Fiftieth Espada didn't know what to say but, "Thanks."

"Welcome. So… The next group to continue in this try-"

"Audition." Szayel corrected. If Aaroniero was to call it a try-out, it would sound more like a sports team. And what Espada wanted to have a basketball team anyway? Fraccions were the underlings who tended to a Espada's every need. "Is who, Aaroneiro?"

"I kind want to see what Aldegor and Rudbor-"

"How dare you!" Menis screamed, leaping at the table in rage. "I am supposed to be-"

Aaroniero grabbed the youth's face with his hand as he came in reach. "Don't you ever." The deep-voice laughed at the young hollow who was hanging in mid-air. "Ever, try and attack me again."

Menis stared at the two heads in their stupid glass jar. "I…I deserve to be your Fraccion. I am the str-"

"How dare you say such a thing…" Aaroneiro's high voice laughed. "You deserve nothing, lowly Arrancar. I am finished with you."

Szayel watched a fountain of blood alight the air and Menis' body fall to the floor with a thud. "Next."

"Good idea." Aaroneiro sat back down and began to lick the blood off his hands. "Some Arrancars can be so…annoying."

"Well…" Telsa was not sure what to say. Aaroneiro seemed to have changed since the last time they met which was before the Espadas left for the Human World. "What do you want us to do with…" He glanced down at Menis who silent.

"What ever you wish." Aaronero muttered, turning his attention back to the other Arrancars.

"All right." Telsa sighed and glanced around the room. "And so, you want to see what Aldegor can do?"

"Yes, yes…. Come here."

Aldegor walked to the center of the throne room and bowed deeply before drawing his sword.

"Wait." Aaroneiro ordered, seeing he was about realize it. "Tell me about yourself first. Personality is important you know."

"I beg to differ…" Szayel muttered, "I think taste is far more important, don't you think Telsa?"

"…I have no idea, Szayelaporro-sama. I tend not to eat my Fraccion… because I don't have one."

"True."

"And so, tell us about yourself." Aaroneiro ordered, trying to ignore the conversation next to him.

"Well, my name is Aldegor. I am a good card player and I like to read."

"And?"

"And what?" Aldegor wasn't sure what the Espada wanted.

"Do you have any good fighting skills?"

"Yeah… but I don't really like to fight. I'm more of a lov-"

"Next!" Aaroniero screamed, pointing at the door. "And I don't want to see your lowly face around here again! And take this scum with you!"

"Of course." Aldegor laughed nervously and picked up Menis and swiftly exited before he was harmed.

Author's Note: Hehe... Yeah. All of these Numeros are actual characters in the Bleach World. (Very minor parts.) But real. So, I did not invent any one at all. :) Which, makes me happy. Because, I don't really want to create any OC Arrancars that are a part of the long term story.

And yes, Nnoitra has matching luggage. (Wait for it, Spottedowl...)