"I hope that it's frickin' warm in Los Angeles." Szayel complained as he traipsed ahead of the whole group in a huff. "Because if it is cold, I am coming right back home!"

"Me too!" Nnoitra caught up to him with a few strides. "Or Telsa is going to be on hairdryer duty for the rest of time."

"He won't have to be! You'll be dead!" Szayel pointed out with a smirk.

"And how the hell do you know that, smart ass?"

"Because! Praying Mantis keel over dead in the cold. Were is I, the beautiful Butterfly will hibernate."

"…Damn you."

"Heh…." Szayel laughed, "Don't worry though… I will save you."

"How nice of you to offer." Nnoitra was suddenly in a bad mood at the idea of going somewhere cold. "Not that it would help if my heart up and stopped."

"True… But, I want you to know, I honestly might cry if you died."

"How sweet of you."

Rudbornn leaned over to Telsa who was still staggering along with Nnoitra's Luggage. "Do…Do they always fight like this?"

"Most of the time…but… Oddly enough, they seemed to have mellowed out for some reason. I mean, I don't call them the Old Married Couple for nothing."

"Old Married Couple?" Rudbornn wondered, "so… they are going out?"

Telsa almost dropped the suitcases again. "What?! Where the hell have you been? In the dark for the past eighty years?"

"I've been too busy cleaning to notice anything going on around me, honestly. The most recent being Aizen's tea parties… all of which were a horrible disasters."

"Okay. You're excused then." Telsa said to his new friend. Rudbornn was not so bad to hang out with unlike some of the other Numeros who were boastful and loud. No, Rudbornn was a quite type and Telsa could use some quite every one and while. "Okay, Rud. Here is the lowdown. Aka, the things you need to know are, those two are going out and fight quite a bit and for some reason, they seem more harmonious as of lately. Although, I would not count on it staying that way."

"And what time are we landing in anyhow?" Szayel asked Nnoitra, realizing that he forgot that there was a time difference between worlds. "Hopefully we won't run into ourselves."

"I don't think we will…" Rudbornn began, not sure if he should even speak to any of the Espadas any more without being asked. "The time difference was only caused due to Hueco Mundo being upset about having Soul Reapers inside."

Szayel and Nnoitra stopped in their tracks. Causing Telsa and Aaroneiro to almost crash into them.

"What?" Szayel gasped.

"It's alive?!" Nnoitra finished.

"Naturally." Rudbornn replied, wondering why the two did not already know this small fact. "And so, now that Lady Tia has taken the throne, it should not move around in the time. All worlds are like that you know. If we suddenly were in Soul Society, it would be unpleased and shift in the same way."

"And…The human world?" Szayel stared at the overly smart skull-faced Arrancar.

"It is a neutral zone." Rudbornn replied, glancing over his shoulder into the darkness behind him. "Any kind can live in the Human World. And Quincies can live in none as they are neither Hollow or Soul Reaper."

"…Interesting…" Szayel grinned, hearing his favorite word. "I like Quincies… All of them were quite interesting creatures…"

"Used to be… anyhow." Nnoitra noted, remembering the time that Szayel came crying to him when the last one died.

"Wait…wait…" Telsa called from the back of the parade a few minutes later. "I… I have to put this down. Can we please stop for a moment?"

Nnoitra rolled his eyes and stopped walking. "What is it Telsa?"

"Well…" He set down a large trunk that he had been balancing on top of the other cases and bags. (This was the one time he really hated having inhuman strength.) "I just have to fix this…"

Everyone winced as the trunk hit the ground with a thud.

"What the hell is in this thing anyhow?" Telsa cried, unlocking the large trunk and throwing open the lid. "What the…." He glanced at his Master who was looking up at the ceiling.

Telsa glanced at Szayel who pointed to Nnoitra.

The Numeros reached his hands into the trunk and pulled out a large hairdryer. "Master Nnoitra. I am drawing the line. If you want this hairdryer, you carry it."

"No ******* way Telsa! You carry that or else! 'Cause I can't live without it!"

Telsa sighed and looked at Szayel. "What does he use this for?"

"Drying his hair after a shower. What does it look like?"

"Well….I just don't know why he'd need an industrial hairdryer."

"Neither do I." Szayel admitted, never been sure why he needed one on the first place. "I don't use a hair dryer."

"Really?" Aaroniero gasped, shocked by this news. Szayel was known secretly as 'the Drama Queen of Los Noches' as he was so vain and flamboyant and would surely use a hairdryer. Along with make-up and other girly things. "But…But…"

Szayel sighed, knowing what Aaroniero was thinking. The rumor had gotten around to him quite quickly and he ignored it. "Fishtank… It may shock you, but, I must say that Nnoitra here is more effeminate than I."

Before a collective gasp escaped into air, Nnoitra crossed his arms and denied the fact.

"Oh, but it's true." Szayel wasn't going to miss the opportunity to many change the way people viewed him. (Or Nnoitra for that matter.) "If I may…You are the one who owns a matching bathrobe and slippers, and has so many hair products in your shower. Just saying…"

"And you're the one…" Nnoitra couldn't think of anything that no one knew already. "That has… has…"

"Just give it up already, dear." Szayel encouraged, "Just admit that you do take good care of yourself."

"All right. I do. Now can we get moving?" Nnoitra asked, displeased with the out come of this conversation. "And Telsa, pick up that hair dryer or lose your other eye, damn it."

"Yes…sir…" Telsa reached down to pick up the hairdryer when Rudbornn picked it up for him.

"Trade you the luggage for this suitcase?" Aaroneiro's Fraccion asked, desperation in his voice. "It talks… I think… I can't tell…But it's making weird sounds! Like old yogurt!"

Telsa nodded. He was not going to pass up an offer like that!

"Ulquiorra?" Orihime peeked her head into her boyfriend's room. Today she was dressed in white pants and a long sleeve shirt."Are you there? I'm leaving for Soul Society to attend that meeting about the whole Karakura Town mess."

"I'm here…" A dull monotone voice called from the bathroom where the door was open. He had been staring in the mirror for the last two hours. How dare she! "But please leave me-"

Orihime walked in the open bathroom door and stopped short. She stared at Ulquiorra's reflection…

And burst out laughing.

"What… What…" She doubled over, "What are…happened?!"

"Orihime…" Ulquiorra felt like crying. "Please don't laugh.."

"Ok.. Okay!" She gasped and after a good three minutes, managed to compose herself, much to Ulquiorra's pleasure. "But…" Orihime turned away so she could no longer see what was the cause of the laugher. "What happened, dear?"

"Uh…I suppose…it is my own fault…" He had to come to terms with the small fact that he called Tia 'trash'. "In a way… I suppose I should learn not to use the word trash anymore."

"Maybe…" Orihime stepped forwards and wrapped her hands around his neck. Her hands sliding down to cover the unwanted writing around his hollow hole. "I kind of like it… and if you need, you can have one of my scarves."

Ulquiorra closed his deep green eyes. He liked having Orihime's arms around him. "If you would not mind…"

"Of course not!" She twirled him around and pecked him on the lips. "And… I have to say… Tia is rather genius…"

"I suppose she is…" Ulquiorra sighed, "Tattooing 'Trash Only' around a hole that goes right through me."

"Yes. Just make sure the other Arrancars don't think you really are a trashcan."

"I will make sure they don't." Ulquiorra paused, not sure how to state his next sentence. "But… I want to come with you to the conference. I cannot let you go alone."

"Why?" Orihime frowned, hoping that she had not fallen in love with someone who saw her as weak. "Give me one good reason."

"I want to make sure they respect your actions." Came the honest reply. "I remember how you would tell me of your frustrations with the Soul Reapers."

Ulquiorra watched the young woman's brown eyes light up."So, you will back my claims?"

"Of course I will." He leaned forwards and gently kissed her lips. "Because I believe in you."

Author's Note: I had to.
I had to borrow that scene from Spaceballs with the Hairdryer. The scene was begging. And I feel bad for Ulquiorra... but at least he has Orihime to cheer him up. (And she has plenty of scarves.) On another note, I think I am starting to like Rudbornn...He's meshing really well... and I think that I made a good choice in Aaroniero's Fraccion. To think, I was going to pick someone else. But, Rudbornn ended up being chosen.

And yes, I have been unfortunate enough to come across talking Yogurt. Leave it in the fridge for a year and you will hear little voices. (This is no joke.)