He was drowning.

All of his thoughts turning into a bottomless pit.

Never ending. Never beginning.

I see we are not sleeping well again.

It's all right, though. Cry all you want, I won't laugh at you. I promise.

Although…

A gentle hand slipped across his mouth, of which he was grateful.

One does not want to be heard….

I, however wish to be… You will listen to my ramblings, won't you? At four in the morning?…I suppose they are why I cannot sleep either. All of these thoughts are running through my head. Thankfully they are not to the ones making you cry.

And for that, I am truly sorry.

It is a part of your very nature. As it is mine to experience insanity…I do not fully understand myself…If I did, I would know of a way to comfort you better… yet…

I, for once, know nothing on the matter.

You should try and get some sleep…it would be best for you…

And as always, I shall speak not of this night for your sake.

Just as you have done the same for me when reality slips away from my grasp…granted, I have been quite a while without a incident…
But that is besides the point, isn't it, my love?

A hand gently caressed his face, wishing him to fall away from the darkness filling his heart. Despair is not so horrible. It only reminds us of what we long for that we which do not have…Don't worry so, you have everything you ever wanted.

Nnoitra felt his tears subside and his mind become numb to the world around him.

He was right.

Szayel always was.

Despair was a part of who he was…and always would be.

"Okay, guys…" Aaroniero closed the front door of the hotel room. Ned had just stopped by looking for Romeo and Theresa and was so kind to return Yumichika's sword to him. ("After I almost stabbed myself with it on accident, I thought you might want it back.")

"I have good news and bad news. And…" Aaroniero counted the people in the room. Telsa, Szayel, Rudbornn and himself. "Where is Nnoitra?"

"Sleeping." Szayel replied simply. "So what is the news?"

"Oh. I see." Aaroniero sighed. He knew he was going to have to retell Nnoitra the whole meeting once he got out of bed. "Anyhow. Good news first. I can still use Kido and change forms. We also have the Soul Reaper's sword back. Even though it screams at me every time I hold it and it gives us both a horrible headache. On the same note, Tia will not be sending us Loly or Melony, thankfully and now some bad news, we haven't been attacked by hollows lately because Yammy has been taking care of every single on in Las Vegas. So…Yeah. And as for Soul Reapers, Yammy got rid of them too. So. We are at a great advantage here. That was good news. Now, more bad news is that I am on the only one who can be seen by humans and interact with them without them screaming. So, this whole mission is on my shoulders in a way. Second bad news is that Yammy has a show in Caesar's Palace and it's going to be really hard to get tickets that are not months out."

"And…" Telsa hated to point it out, but it were true. "Why do you keep alternating between good and bad news? Why not tell us one side at a time?"

"Because we keep remembering things!" Aaroniero cried, throwing his arms into the air. "But, on good news side, you all can sneak in without tickets… Now, this is something that I thought of watching the traffic outside the window last night. Neither of us could get to sleep, so we sat up talking to one another."

"Oh… yes." Rudbornn nearly forgot that Aaroniero was two little Gillian in a glass jar. "And what, may I ask you discovered, Lord Aaroniero?"

"That Yammy must have a limousine. So. We break the vent system and then, when he gets into the car, we use what ever… poison Szayel suggested."

"Ah…" The Pink-haired Espada smiled, his eyes lighting up. "Aaroniero. I must say this. You are… this is going to hurt, damn it! But… that is a… a… really good. I mean, not so… great. But-"

"Just admit it." Aaroniero grinned widely. "I'm a genius."

"…That…" Szayel slumped in the chair he was sitting in. "A really…. Good…Idea." He spat out before he could change his wording. "And even better, we could make it so that the air conditioner filtered in the CO2 and-"

"What is CO2?" Telsa didn't speak scientist.

"It is the chemical make up of the poison we are going to use." Szayel replied, not wanting to have to explain any farther. If Aaroneiro the smart ass genius wanted to, he could. "So, that is what we shall do. We shall also make it so that the car cannot move. We don't want it crashing into others and drawing attention to Yammy's death."

"And…" Aaroniero continued, "Yammy was wearing a whole costume when we came down a year ago that I am sure he had to change out as it began to fall apart So, once we knock him out, or he's dead. We slam him out of his Gigai-If we could get Gigais from that shopkeeper, I am sure Yammy could.- we use the Soul Reaper's sword and make it look like it was just routine and Yammy's soul passes on to Soul Society and we don't have to see him ever again."

"But don't… people know which soul reaper killed what hollow?" Telsa was sure that Soul Reapers had a system to figure it out.

"I am sure they do." Aaroniero loved giving speeches. "And that is why, once Yammy is dead, we send Yumichika to earth and leave him in Las Vegas so that nothing is suspected or something like that. And while he's here, we get Yylfordt back from Soul Society."

"What?" Szayel hadn't heard this. "You mean, Tia sent my brother to Soul Society? Interesting. We should leave him there to rot."

"Ah…"

"On another note…." Szayel stood up and walked over to the black trunk that he and Nnoitra barely fit Circci's body inside. Gantabainne being to big to add as well, they gave him to Aaroniero as a thank you gift for bringing up Lumina. "What time of year is it?"

"January." Telsa knew exactly what Szayel was thinking. "But I don't think it's too late…"

"Wonderful."

"But it's Sunday. So tomorrow."

"All right. Sunday. Perfect. No one will be where we need to go." Szayel danced back to his seat and sat down.

"And…" Aaroniero didn't like the way he was smiling. "Where is… that?"

"Welcome." Szayel spread his arms wide in presentation. "To CO2 Heaven."

"Co2 heaven?" Telsa was ready to throw up. "This is more like hell."

"What ever." It took them a good three hours and stealing Ned's keys to get here. Not that any of them cared what they took from stupid humans, but it was going to be a long ride back. "It's just a meat factory." Szayel walked through the gory muck and suspicious gunk towards the large closed rolling doors. "My latest chemistry project destroyed my sense of smell."

"Uh…" Telsa smiled squeamishly, glancing over his shoulder at Aaroniero who was already bent over and Rudbornn was at his side for consolation. "That's…wonderful…"

"Just kidding." Szayel studied the doors, searching for some kind of open switch. "I can smell everything you can. I just don't care. This is no worse than my lab back in the day of Qunicies."

"Ew…" Telsa wished he had stayed home today as a wave of even more stink washed over him as the doors slid open to reveal hanging meat and dangerous machinery. "This is nasty. And why…." He was so close… He really didn't want to…but it was so bad. "Are we here?"

Szayel fixed his glasses and marched right through the doors as if it were a beautiful garden. "We need to find five large canisters. They should be about this…. Tall and they…" He sighed. No one was listening. They were all busy tossing their lunches.

He rolled his eyes and sighed again. It was going to be awhile, wasn't it?

Author's note: This is going to be fun...The Aspects of Death will play a part of the story.