"Look!" Szayel cried, almost falling off of Nnoitra's shoulders. "Look over there!"

"Over-" Nnoitra's eye noticed something in the far distance he hadn't seen before. There, in the middle of the desert, was a large fence. One the other side of it were large…bugs? Was it? They had large colored wings and-

"Airplanes!" Szayel screamed, too excited to say thing more. After walking for a good fifty miles, his legs were through; so Nnoitra put him on his shoulders for the rest to the trip. "Flying!"

"You mean those things-"

"Yes!" Szayel had to get his hands on one of them. "And that is how we are going to get to Las Vegas!"

"Do you even know how to fly one of those things?!" Nnoitra was not going to fly in a plane that Szayel flew. He had seen his flying skills and they were scary.

"No! But that doesn't matter!" Szayel laughed, ecstatic over the idea of being in the sky once again. "They have to have instruction manuals! If not, I will just figure it out!"

"No!" Nnoitra was going to put his foot down. "I am not going to let you fly! We can walk!"

"No!" Szayel screamed happily. "I am not going to walk when I can fly! Take me over there, please!"

"Why?!"

"Because I said so!" Szayel yelled at him, not wanting to be argued with. They were taking a plane and that was final. "And if you are nice and do what I say, I will resist flying like I used to."

There was no way he was going to win this one. "Fine… Nnoitra sighed and the tall tower headed towards the airplanes in the distance. "But how are we going to get one?"

"Take one over." Szayel loved sitting on Nnoitra's shoulders. He could see everything from a 215 cm vantage point. "I thought about doing this with one at the airport, but…too much work and I don't want air going through the holes in my Gigai. And that…" He pointed at the small red plane that was closest to them. "Is a two-seater. And so, we won't have to share if Aaroniero comes back for us."

"If ever."

"Yes… I wonder if they even know if Szayelaporro-sama and Nnoitra-sama are missing."

Rudbornn stroked his chin in thought, staring out the back window of the trunk. "I don't think they have."

"At least my foot isn't stuck in the door anymore…" Telsa tried to look at the bright side to all of the events that unfolded in the last two hours. "But this road trip is taking way too long."

"Yes, it is…" Rudbornn agreed, wishing he had earplugs to block out the Children's music that was still playing. "They stopped for dinner for a whole hour and a half… take countless rest stops and…Ah…" He stared out of the window where the sun was beginning to set. "At least Aaroniero-sama got a good laugh."

"Yeah. At Szayelaporro-sama and Nnoitra-sama's expense…" Telsa muttered, still unhappy over the fact that they were no longer in the car. "I might add."

"I rather regret that…" Rudbornn told his fellow Fraccion. "And what is worse… We left them out in the desert. Do you think they will be all right?'

"All right?" Telsa scoffed, resisting a laugh. "They will be better than all right… Rud, you really don't know anything do you?"

"No particularly." He admitted, feeling rather ashamed to be so in the dark on the dynamics of the Espadas.

"If I may…" Telsa took a deep breath, "be frank?"

"Yes. Of course."

"And, I mean no disrespect as their names are really long, but from my observations, Szayel and Nnotira are the most dangerous pair in all of Heuco Mundo. They will be fine."

"But how can that be? Tia and-"

"Tia and Grimmjow are not the same." Telsa stated simply, taking his right shoe off to massage his foot again. "Yes, they are higher ranking and over all more powerful. And Ulquiorra and Orihime are quite a match, I may say… but when it comes down to it… Nnoitra-sama on his own is very dangerous and deadly… and Szayel-sama is more frightening than you know and so, the combination, along with both of their desires to be the strongest and the smartest, is an explosive combination. Ages ago, they managed to kill Neliel Tu Odelschwanck on their own."

"I…I think I heard that…" Rudbornn heard most everything on his daily rounds of emptying trash cans, washing dishes, cleaning up the rubble from the daily fights that occurred, taking body pieces to the morgue… "But were they not low-ranking at the time or something? I swear I heard that Nnoitra was only the eighth Espada."

"Yes. That's true." Telsa was finding it hard to think over 'John-Jacob-Jingle-Heimer-Smith'."And Szayel was not even an Espada anymore. Tia Harribel and Aaroneiro forced him out when they were inducted. And Neliel was the third Espada at the time too and…"

"You're right." Rudbornn agreed, the numbers adding up in his head. "They are dangerous."

"Rud.. Keep what I'm going to say next, to yourself."

"Sure, Telsa-san."

The young man smiled a little, "You don't have to call me that. Telsa-kun will be just fine."

"Oh. Thank you."

"Anyhow, I was saying… If…If they wanted to, I feel like they could destroy Harribel if they put their minds to it. And that…That's scary to think about sometimes."

"Do… You think they would?"

"No. I don't think so. They seem to get along okay. It isn't like with Neliel where there was so much fighting going on every time Nnoitra crossed her path. But…yeah, better keep Tia from doing anything stupid."

"And I think this was a very, very stupid idea." Nnoitra noted, climbing into the passenger seat of the small two-seater airplane, thirty minutes later. It wasn't as hard to steal as he initially thought. All they had to do, was jump over the tall barbed wire fence and sneak over to the red plan. Sure the barbed wire wasn't so much fun as both of their hands were rather cut up now, but at least there were no guards to be seen.

"Ah…" Szayel grinned, sitting down in the front seat after closing the door to the small plane. "I don't think it was… Now… How do we…Here." He turned the key that some idiot left in the airplane and the two small engines on the wings started right up. "A little loud, though… but at least it's not children's music."

He paused to stare at all the dials and switches. Who needed these to fly? All he needed was wings. "Here goes something…" He pulled back a small lever and Nnoitra sighed.

"What?" He asked, not sure why he would sigh.

"Szayel… You are going backwards towards the building, just so you know."

"Oh." He reached down and moved the lever the other way and the plane rolled forwards. "And this…" He turned an odd shaped steering wheel. "Must be how I change the direction I want to go."

"Yep. It is. And do you know what direction we are going?" Nnoitra couldn't help but turn on the radio to the rock-music station.

"Of course I do!" Szayel was offended. "I always know where I'm going because I can see polarized light and so the sun will direct us where we are going."

"So you see a lot of glare…geez…" Nnoitra frowned, hating the commercials, "Why all grumpy?"

"Because, this thing is stupid." Szayel wanted to be outside in the sky, not inside a flying machine riding through the sky. After messing around the the settings for a few minutes, he found how to make the plane leave the ground. "And I kind of hate you."

"Why?"

"Because, you kept all of your arms when you…wait… are you a Vasto Lorde? I just realized something I…Do you know if you crossed over from Menos Lorde?"

"I don't know…" Nnoitra admitted, not surprised if he did. "No one can really tell once you gain human shape."

"This…This I am going to have to research when I get home. Anyhow, you kept all of your arms and I lost my wings. Sure I still have them, but I can't use them to fly… and Ulquiorra can and-"

"Hey. Why don't you just take his wings?"

"Ah…I like that idea!"

"Oh no…" Nnoitra wanted to slap himself in the face. "I just said something I shouldn't have."

"Yes, you did." Szayel laughed, "Thanks and… watch this."

"What?! Wat- Szayel! "Nnoitra screamed as the plane did a complete barrel roll. "What did I say about-"

The ground was coming up to meet them. "Crazy flying!"

Szayel turned the plane back into the sky at the last moment, calm as ever. "This? This, Nnoitra is crazy flying?"

"Yes! It is!"

"I beg to differ." He replied, a small grin appearing on his face.

"Well I mea-oh, wait… wait… don't!" Nnoitra closed his eyes and clamped his hands over his face. "Nooo! Fornicaras!"

Author's Note: This is all my personal opinion. So yeah. I agree with Telsa. Out of all of the couples I have in this story, Szayel and Nnoitra are the most dangerous as they are cold-hearted, smart and they have the drive it take to make their twisted plans come to life. The Espada are dangerous, but I feel like these two take the cake.

And all will be explained.