"I…hate you…" Aaroniero muttered to Szayel as he climbed into the backseat of the grey minivan with the two evil children who intent on sitting in the next to him. Somehow, Taylor and Aaron (the II) found him cool after he said something or another. He wasn't sure what he said, but it made the worse happen. "I really do…hate you... so much..."

"Sorry." Szayel was not in the happiest mood either. He had to sit in the bucket seat next to Nnoitra that betweenthe passenger's seat and the backseats. There was nothing worse than being a part of a human sandwich. "It's only four hours."

"Four hours of hell…" Aaroniero grouched, climbing in to the backseat where the two annoying kids insisted he sit in the middle. "At least…"

He glanced at the row in front of him where Mlinda was sitting. "She gets her own row."

"Wait for it…" Nnoitra bet that she was going to be joining Aaroniero in the next half hour. He winced as he watched Telsa and Rudbornn squeeze into the trunk with all of the luggage. (The Talking Suitcase was in Nnoitra's black trunk with the industrial hairdryer and the swords.) "Now, Aaron-Oh!That has to…"

"I'm okay, Master Nnoitra!" Telsa winced, his foot crushed in the trunk door. "I'll be fine… Rubornn can save me!"

"Now…" Nnoitra couldn't help but worry a little as he sat down in his seat and buckled up. The only upside about the trip so far was the fact he didn't have to sit next to the little brat who thought he was a pirate. "We ready?"

"Yep!" Christy climbed into the passenger's seat and closed the door. She was so excited; who would have known that she'd get to see Las Vegas too! "Are we all buckled up?"

A chorus of 'yes' and groans met her ears.

I really don't like this… Aaroniero messed with his seat belt that was horribly uncomfortable. Its so strange…

"Good!" Christy smiled and sat back in her own seat as Ned got in the driver's seat. "And honey, I want to drive at some point here."

"Noted." Ned put the key in and started the car. "And now… off to Las Vegas! We have a fun four hours ahead of us! And no map!"

"What?!" Szayel cried, wanting out of the car this moment. "You didn't bring a map?!"

"Why do we need one?" Ned asked, turning out of the parking lot into the street. "We have a GPS and who needs to get there in a hurry. Why don't we take our time to-"

"But we need to-"

"Hey, I'm doing this as a favor to you." Ned pointed out, making another turn. "I want to enjoy the trip a little okay?'

Szayel crossed his arms and sat back in his seat. "Fine…."

"Cheer up." Christy told Romeo who did not seem pleased at all by an adventure. "We have a lot of fun things planned along the way that all of us will enjoy."

"Right…" Nnoitra shared a long sigh with Szayel. "That's great."

"Mommy?" Mlinda asked once they were on the highway ten minutes later. "Can we have some music? I want something to listen to while I color."

"Sure thing." Christy opened up the glove box and pulled out a CD that she slipped into the player.

"Hello everyone!" A cheerful voice of a dinosaur came through the speakers, making Taylor and Aaron II groan loudly. "It's me! And now it's time for some kids songs! Now, lets all sing and have fun! There was a farmer who had a dog, and Bingo was his name-o…"

Szayel wanted out of that car. He'd rather die than listen to this- "What is this?!" He cried, seeing Nnoitra look like he was about to cry.

"B-I-N-G-O!" Aaroniero sang in Szayel's ear, leaning over the rows of seats as best as he could. "We hate you! And Bingo was his name-o!"

"Shut up!" Szayel screamed, shoving Aaroniero away, sending him tumbling back into his seat.

"Now, kids…" Ned tisked from the front seat. "What did I say about the words, Shut up? It's not very nice to say."

"We know, Dad." Taylor grinned at Aaronieiro who grinned back. It was so much fun to annoy Romeo and Teresa. "Now, A. What should we do?" Since she had a brother name Aaron, she just used A. For the second one.

"Nothing more right now…" Aaroniero caught the tears of pain glimmering in Nnoitra's eyes before glanced behind him to see Telsa crying in his master's stead. "We don't want to get them too worked up… Wait a while. And while we are, we can come up with something genius."

"If you even think of trying to annoy me farther." Szayel casually drew his hand across his neck. "Is that clear?"

"Yeah..." Aaroniero sat back in his seat and fell silent. He wasn't going to risk having Szayel snap in such a small place. The Fourth Espada had no qualms when it came to killing. In fact, he might not leave any survivors in this situation.

"Okay…" Aaroniero turned to the kids he was sitting between. "So, what did you guys bring to do?"

Taylor held up her ipod. "Music."

Aaron II held up ear plugs and a large book. "Lizards."

"Where?!" Szayel cried, immediately taking his feet off the floor of the car.

"No where!" Aaron II laughed, "I just was showing A. here, my book on lizards. There are none in the car."

"Do you two have a phobia of Lizards or something?" Taylor noted, seeing Theresa also had his feet off the floor.

"Yes." Szayel told them, not caring what they thought. "I do. And Theresa over there, doesn't like them either."

"Why?" Ned spoke from the front of the car.

"Because… they…" They like to eat Butterflies and Preying Mantises? Hm? "They are just… weird and scary."

"They don't-"

"They bite." Aaron II told A. in a matter-of-fact tone. "But who cares!? They're so cute!"

"Cute my foot!" Szayel yelled back, "They are vicious creatures who should all die!"

Only music was to be heard in the car.

"Um…" Aaroniero mentally sighed. He was going to have to clean up this mess too. "He doesn't really mean it… He just really hates lizards because he does. I don't know exactly why…but, it's best not to try and get him to like them. Okay, little me?"

Aaron II frowned and closed his large book. "Fine… But why not? Lizards aren't dangerous."

"I know…" Aaroniero felt a little sorry for this kid. He would never understand that as a butterfly, Szayel was naturally inclined to hate lizards and other predatory animals to his kind. "Let's not push our luck, okay?"

Aaron II nodded and was looking through his book, once again, in silence.

"So that's how it is…" Ciricci whispered, wrapping Yylfordt in her arms. "I see. It's over know…. Why don't we get dressed and go do something fun like make some cookies in the kitchen."

"…That…that sounds stupid." Yylfordt had been forced into the darkness of his mind and wasn't about to come out of it by the small act of baking. "And you're the one who put me here."

"Sorry." Ciricci didn't know that she would get this kind of result. She thought he was being petty and not wanting to acknowledge his few superficial flaws. "Is there anything I can do?"

"I don't think so." He took a deep breath and slowly stood on his feet in the mess he created. "I just have to live with it. Taking everything one day at a time."

"Why don't we go make something for fun." Cricci suggested, beginning to pick pieces of clothes off the floor. "And…You… you can be who ever you want to be."

Yylfordt shook his head. "I think that… I should be myself today…because it's how I feel."

"Fine with me, honey…" After she finished cleaning up the mess, the two of them slowly made their way to the kitchen to make some kind of treat. The kitchen was small and clean. It had a large fridge, a few counters with a table in the middle of room along with a stove that hardly used as the majority of Hollows didn't like cooked meat. "What should we make?" She asked Yylfordt who sat down in the small chair at the table. "It should be something…yummy."

"I don't want cookies." He mumbled, lost in his own little world.

"All right." Circci put the cookbook back on the dusty shelf and pulled out a different one. "How about a cake?"

"No."

"Muffins."

"No."

"Tarts."

"No."

Circci wondered what she had done. Yylfordt was now more gloomy than Eeyore and didn't speak in full sentences. "Okay… How about we go for a walk in the garden, then?"

"The garden's dead. Just sand."

"I know. How about we go sneak into Aaroniero's room and play some video games?"

"No."

"Um… we could go wake up Grimmjow with a feather and make him sneeze?"

"No."

"We could go see what Dordoni is doing and see if he wants to play some cards…"

"No."

"Do you even know who Dordoni is?" Circci hoped Yylfordt had not lost his memory somewhere between his room and the kitchen.

"Yes." He replied, not wanting to talk very much. "I do. Tall guy. Looks like a devil and is one of Privaion Espadas like yourself. And he's evil."

"Awe…" Circci laughed, "Donni's not evil. You two just don't get along as well as you'd like. I think that he just hates the fact that Szayelaporro-Sama's your brother and takes it out on you."

"Gladly trade…" Yylfordt would give anything to sell his brother who hated his guts. "Does he have twenty-five Pesos?" If he was going to sell, he had to make a profit, no? Since Szayel was worth −18,383 Pesos he would make quite a large profit at 25. "I'm willing to sell."

"Honey… " Ciricci sighed, remembering the time that Yylfordt took a sleeping Szayel into the hallway and put a price tag on him. Hoping to pawn him off for good. The plan half worked as Szayel was sold….but… to Nnoitra who didn't pay and hit Yylfordt over the head with the cash box. "Don't try that again, okay, hun?"

"What you want…" Yylfordt stood up and walked into the hallway. "Let's go see Donni what's his long name is."

"And what is with you?" Doroni looked up from his chess game he was playing to see Circci standing next to a normally dressed Yylfordt who looked like he'd been run over by an emotional train. "You're not…"

"I'm not dressed up. I'm being me today." Yylfordt summed up, walking over to sit across the chess table from Doroni. "Ciricci thought we could all have something fun."

"You can join me in my game of chess if you want. Or is it too simple now that Szayel-dono taught you how to win every time?"

"Don't start with that monster."

Doroni jumped, never hearing such simple and cold words come out of Yylfordt's mouth. "Is…" He looked at Ciricci who was standing in the corner of the room. "Okay?"

"Yes and no." She replied, picking up a book. "That, right there is the actual Yylfordt Granz."

Doroni blinked. What was this? He looked at Yylfordt who seemed to….give him creepy vibes. "What do you… mean?"

"I'm me." Yylfordt said, not wanting to be here any longer. "I am not dressed up to be someone else."

"But… you are dressed just as you usually are. In white and-

"What if I told you…" He leaned across the chess board towards the Privion Espada. "I dressed up as myself? I, Yylfordt Granz, dressed up as Yylfordt Granz the ridiculous Numero who dressed up as other people? And today… I'm just who I am. Shocking, yes… and real. If you don't understand anything I am saying, then you are a idiot."

"Circci…Has he gone…" Doroni made a gesture. "Nuts? I know that Szayel-dono's nuts.. But… him?" He pointed at Yylfordt who sat back down in his chair.

"It's just who Yylfordt is." She replied, "and we wanted to come see if you were up for a board game or something."

"Interesting…" Doroni wanted to know more. "So… Who are you now?"

Ciricci and Yylfordt buried their faces in their hands.

Author's Note: Aaroniero's nickname of: A. comes from my avid Reviewer, Spottedowl. Hope you don't mind I used it. :)

I love the image of Nnoitra picking Szayel up and then, smashing the cash box over Yylfordt's head. ("What kind of crappy brother are you?! Should should be ashamed of yourself!") and yes, I think Madness does run in the family to an extent.