"AAHHH!" Aaroneiro screamed at Szayel and Nnoitra who has his ears covered with his hands. "I don't want to!"

"But you already have a tattoo!" Nnoitra pointed out. Sayzel not wanting to deal with this shopping trip any longer. "Getting your ears pierced is a lot less painful. And you can even take them out when this is done."

"No! I won't unless one of you get one too!" Aaroniero did not want to the only one subjected to this torture.

"Not me." Szayel stated before Nnoitra could open his mouth to say the same. "My ears look fine the way they are. Spoonhead's on the other hand could use some bling."

"No way!"

"Yes…" Szayel glared up at Nnoitra. "Way. Now. Sit. Chair…" He pointed to the chair in hotel room that sat next to the window. All of them headed home after getting Aaroniero some cheap make-up (And nearly suffocating in the perfume section). "I am no mood for protests."

"…Fine…" Nnoitra sat down in the chair and pointed to his right ear. "But I take it out tomorrow. I don't want to have it there forever. Just anything to get Fishtank to help us out."

"Wonderful." Szayel took his coat off and put it in the small closet by the door. "I have some needles in my pocket and we have two pairs of earring. And yes, you can take it out after. I don't want a man with an earring."

"Ear-ist are we?" Nnoitra scoffed. "And what would you do if I kept it in?"

"Rip it out. I think that it will make you to feminine." Szayel said as he took out a needle and some rubbing alcohol. "Hate this stuff.. But it has to be done."

"It's about the nose comment, isn't it?'

"Yes. It is. I still am rather upset that you find my nose not as dainty as the rest of me."

"Szayel…" Nnoitra rolled his eye. "If you care to look… you aren't all that dainty. Sure you're really small and all, but… Hate to say it but, a six-pack ain't dainty."

Szayel glanced at his reflection in the hotel window next to the chair. "I suppose you are right. I'm not some fruit… So I forgive you for that comment as I suppose you mean it as a compliment of my strength. And as for the earring… Maybe…just maybe."

"Coo-" the needle broke in two.

"Ah?" Szayel stared at the half he was holding. "What just…"

"Oh uh…" Nnoitra muttered, "I think that we won't get Fishtank to piece his ears. His natural Hierro will just break the needle like that."

"Shoot. I forgot." Szayel put the needles back in his pocket and stood up after putting the cap on the rubbling alcohol. "Well…it looks like you'll will not be getting your ears pierced. Thankfully, Nnoitra here went first so I didn't have to wrestle you into the chair, Aaroniero."

"Yeah…" she replied from the bed where she was reading the room service menu. "That's great. Now can we just go to the party already? I don't like sitting around like this 'cause I know all of you are laughing at me."

"We have to put your make up on," Szayel grabbed her arm and dragged her to the bathroom mirror. "Then you can go. And you will need to broadcast your every movement to us while you are there. We cannot show up because Yammy, even though he's dumb, will recognize us." He pulled out the foundation and began to apply it to Aaroniero's face. "And if anything is to happen, get the hell out and we can lay low for a while. And stay still!"

"But you just poked me in the eye with that mascara what ever it is!"

"I did because you didn't stay still!" Szayel yelled back, frustrated already. "And if you don't freeze right now, I am going to stab this into the back of your skull!"

Half an hour later, Szayel finished with Aaroniero and sent her to Nnoitra for the hair. And after what took a fraction of the time, she was all ready to go.

"And," Szayel reminded Aaroniero as she climbed into the cab that was too easily hailed down. "Rudbornn will not be with you as he stands out too much and please, don't be stupid. I may still hate you a little for taking my place in the Espadas ages ago…but… things have changed."

"Will do!" Aaroniero saluted happily. She loved how much she was being appreciated. "And as for that slot… I'm kinda sorry. I thought you were worthy… But there were only ten numbers."

"Thanks." With that, Szayel shut the cab door and it took off down the road. As he walked back inside, the image of inside the cab took over his left eye. By the time that he reached the hotel room, Aaroniero was stuck in traffic. "Hey, Fishtank, what's going on."

"I'm just trying to get this cab to move." Came the reply that got a strange look from the driver. "And now, we are…" She glanced out the window. "Not moving."

"That sucks…" Szayel sat down in the chair by the window to watch Nnoitra watch T.v. With Telsa and Rudbornn who were both shocked by the existence of Reality shows. "What else is going on?"

"Not much. Just wondering what I should do about these heels. They really kill the feet."

"Wear them and then have Rudbornn give you a foot massage later."

"Really?" Aaroniero cried, Fracciones would do that for you?!

"Yes. I am sure he won't mind and do you…." Szayel's eyes focused in on Telsa who was still wearing… "Shit… get back here right now! Now!"

"Wha-Why?!" Aaroniero screamed, wondering for a moment if (he/she/it) was in desperate trouble or worse, growing a beard.

"Aaroniero you forgot. I mean, we forgot to-"

"Oh no!" She cried, realizing what was missing in her outfit. "The…"

"Yes! The idiot Soul Reaper's sword!" Szayel almost screamed back, but refrained himself. "Get the…Get out of the cab and get over here!"

"How?!"

"Use sindo!"

"Use sindo?!" Aaroniero could not believe this. Here she was in a cab and… "Why did you send me in a car in the first place then?!"

"Because! We don't want him to be suspico- Shit! We forgot to give you a watch to dampen your Riatsu! I have them-"

"Of course you did!" Aaroniero opened the cab door and climbed out into the rows of cars on the highway. "But we can't sindo use it in gigais!"

"Right!" Szayel cried, much to the annoyance of the T.V. Watchers who were about to see who was removed from the show. "Then, you are stuck in a pile of-"

"I can just walk!"

"Walk?!" Szayel screamed at her, "you said you hated walking in heels!"

"I do. That is why I will take them-"

"Don't take them off, Aaroniero! You need shoes in human Society! If you don't wear them, you will land in jail!"

"Geez…" Aaroniero straightened up after re-buckling her shoes. "Humans are so touchy…so… how…" She glanced around the mass of cabs and honking cars. "How do I get home?"

"No clue." Szayel sat back in the chair and sighed heavily. "I am…I am sorry about all of this mess."

"Well, it's not really your fault. I mean, every plan has a hitch." Aaroniero told him as she began to walk through the lines of cars in the direction that she came from. "If I can get to an exit, I can just catch another cab back to the hotel. We will figure this all out…Promise."

"You should say that…" Szayel muttered, just wanting to go to bed. He had been up all day. Eating, shopping and planning. "And next time… We will think this through a little more."

"Good idea." Aaroniero agreed, turning around to catch a mile marker sign of to her right. "I also wanted to say that…oddly enough… And against all odds, we've become kind a friends."

"When did you get that idea? We've been kinda friends for the past two months."

"Well…It's really nice. Even though you did kind of threatened to saw my heads open and gush all the brains out of them."

"Yes. I suppose so." Szayel agreed, "And well, that is what strange friends like us do."

"I suppose. And about that place in the Espada…I wanted to tell you that I did feel kinda guilty and all; even before you slammed me into a wall and ripped my stomach out."

"Nice to know." Szayel smiled, glad to hear this confession. "And second. It wasn't your stomach. I tore out one of your lungs."

"Pardon me!" Aaroniero laughed, finally making it to an exit ramp which she began to walk up. "I'm no scientist."

"Pardoned." Szayel watched a cab come to a screeching halt inches away from Aaroniero who had not even made it halfway up the exit ramp. "And I hate to say it…but there are some advantages to being a lady. Such as never having to yell for a cab."

"Very true." Aaroniero slid into the back seat and closed the door. "Driver. To this address using side streets and as fast as possible."

"You know…" Szayel blinked a few times after the cab took off down the road. "I am very glad I don't get carsick because watching this driver make left turns makes me feel a little sick."

"You're not the one in the cab." Aaroniero reminded him, her face a little green, but happy all the same. "And you're not th-" She grabbed the handle above the door. "That was close."

"Yes… it was." Szayel closed his eyes, "Can you just let me go now?"

"Um… I wish I could…but… I can't think right now."

"Wonderful." He said after Telsa asked why he was looking a little green in the face. "And… here we are…back home and- wow…um…everything is moving…"

"Yeah…" Aaroniero staggered around the driver's side to pay before staggering into the hotel. "I really don't feel well…"

"And I still have a headache." Szayel wished that the bag of ice hadn't melted. "And…ah…the elevator."

"Quite… peaceful… and…"

Szayel stood up as a knock was heard on the door. "Just a sec…" he swayed a little as he walked across the hotel room."And we are now home." He showed Aaroniero inside a moment later. "You can let me go now."

"Yeah, good idea." Aaroniero went straight over to the bed she was sharing with Telsa and Rudbornn and fell over. "Cab drivers are hired killers… I think."

"Agreed…" Szayel was ever so thankful as the close up image of the hotel blankets flickered out of his left eye. "And now… to bed."

Author's Note: According to the history in Bleach, Szayel was an Espada and then wasn't and then was re-instated. So, I came up with a wonderful story behind all of it. (Kinda.) Szayel was kicked out due to Aaroniero being in instated and then, in trade for helping Nnoitra rid of Neliel, got a place back. Which now that I think of it, the last part may have been from Memorias, by Emochromatic. A story from one of my favorites... Anyhow, so, inspiration was drawn from that story. (I cannot remember now how much of the story above is mine or not... So, it's inspired by that fan-fiction listed above with a few spruces from yours truly.)

Anyhow, I'm so tired... and so yeah... Must get to writing now.