Aaroniero winced as he knocked on the door connecting the hotel rooms after he got out of the shower.

He could tell there was a argument in the making as he could hear angry muffled voices. "Hey, guys?…guys?!"

"What do you want?!" Szayel threw the door open. He was hardly happy by this interruption. And why the hell should Nnotira care in the first place.

"Um. I was thinking that we should get this whole mess with Yammy over with. I don't want to spend another night here and why do we keep getting sidetracked an-"

"We are not sidetracked!" Szayel yelled in his face. "And Nnoitra, he deserves it!"

"Hell no, Fornicaras! You already made his life a living hell, I am not going to let you-"

"You aren't the one paying for postage! Shut up your mouth!" Szayel yelled over his shoulder.

"I don't care who pays!" Nnoitra thought it was about time that Yylfordt and Szayel just stopped talking. Forever. They had been tormenting each other for too long. "And besides, it's just-"

Szayel spun around to face Nnoitra who was sitting on the bed, putting his shoes on. "Why does it sound like you are defending Yylfordt, may I ask? Do you think I should not send his girlfriend's head to him?"

"Yes. It is. I think you two just need to never talk to one another again. I am not saying that either of you are right. I am up there." Nnoitra gestured to his own neck. "Now, I am sure if I had to put up with a stupid sibling, they would be dead by now and… Szayel… Why haven't you just killed him already?!"

A sadistic smile appeared on his delicate features. "Because…to kill him would be doing him a favor. You know what happened to his family, don't you?"

Aaroniero backed away from the door as Nnoitra's expression darkened. "What you made happen…"

"No, no…" Szayel laughed, brushing off the accusation. "It was completely his fault, I can assure you."

Nnoitra glanced at Aaroniero and sighed. It was not the place to argue any farther. "Do what you wish. But I will not defend you if it happens to backfire."

"Fair enough." Szayel was happy once again. "Now, Aaroniero, what did you need?"

"Are you inside the theatre?" Telsa asked Aaroniero, three hours later everyone was camped out in the area around Cesar's palace waiting for the all clear signal to move in. Telsa watched Natalie make her way up to the ticket booth with a ticket that she took from a human she knocked out.

"No, no." Natalie had a cellphone from the same human up to her ear, "Not yet…"

"And… are you even sure you can?" Nnoitra asked from where he was hanging out in the back of a smoky casino with Szayel. Who at the moment was coughing up a lung due to the air quality. "What does your ticket say? I mean, the name, damn it!"

"Alice Mimka." Natalie walked up the doors and her ticket was taken without a question. "And we have just gotten into the show, so I am going to have to let you go, dad. Thanks for the birthday gift. Talk you to you later."

"Uh…." Nnoitra gave Szayel a look. "You're welcome?"

Natalie began to broadcast the inside of the theatre to the other Espada as she sat down in the back of the third tier. "Can we see?"

"Hack-cough!" Was all that Szayel could wheeze out besides, "I…hate…taverns…."

"Yeah." Telsa took a sip from the cup of root beer that Rubornn had gotten both of them to drink while they sat on a street corner. "We can see just fine. We need you to find the dressing rooms and tell us what kind of venting is in this place. The car won't work, right?"

"Yes, because I couldn't find it parked anywhere. Why the vents?" Natalie whispered, hoping everyone around her would not notice the young woman in the back of the theatre talking to herself. "What do they have to-"

"Because…" Szayel coughed, "We d-….Don't want… the…poison to…"

"Just a sec…" Nnoitra grabbed his arm and dragged Szayel outside where could breathe. "There. Better?"

"Yeah…" Air sweet, air! "I am…Now…we don't want the poison to-… Sorry. I had to cough a little more…Oh there, I am feeling better. Now, oh.. Headache… anyway…we don't want the poison leaving the dressing room. Air, will fill any container… Does this make sense?"

"Nah…" Natalie had no clue what scientific gumbo Szayel was trying to tell her. "But I get the rest of it."

"Good, sir." Rudbornn nodded approvingly, noting that Aaroniero was lying. Rudbornn smiled sat down next to Telsa on the wooden bench, pleased it was still warm outside even at night. "And now, sit back an enjoy the show and keep us updated."

"And what should we do now?" Szayel asked Nnoitra once Natalie fell silent.

The Second Espada glanced around the casino district, "I don't know. Why don't we walk and talk a bit. I don't want to eat salad at a nice restaurant."

"We can't do that anyhow." Szayel wrapped his arm around Nnoitra's thin waist. "No one can see us, remember?"

"Yeah. I forgot."

The two walked silently through the crowd of people. Careful not to bump into the greedy humans who could still feel a Hollow's hand or foot. This being said, by the time the two of them had found a place to sit by a fountain, Szayel and Nnoitra had stepped on a few too many toes.

"So…" Szayel stared at the light colored water in front of him. "Want to tell me what thoughts were troubling you last night?"

"I don't really want to."

"Why? I tol-"

"I said I don't want to!" Nnoitra yelled. "Is that clear?"

"…Yes. It is. " Szayel looked away. "I am sorry."

"Don't be. It's not your fault I cannot sleep. I…I just see things I don't want to see… relive times that… would be better left behind….All the battles I could have won…you…you were right. I am and always be filled with despair."

"How true that is…"Szayel had to smile a little at his next words, "But that comes from your chronically mad husband."

"And we can't trust him at all, can we?"

"I suppose so. Because, for all I know, I could be talking to a wall right now."

"That would be a funny picture." Nnoitra propped his feet up on the fountain edge. " But…what I want to know…and I have been meaning to ask you, but who chose our aspect of death and…why do we even have one? Did it have to do with the way we died?"

"I don't think so." Szayel reached up his hand and began to mess with Nnoitra's long black hair. "I don't see how falling down the steps has anything to do with madness."

"And neither do I. And I still don't understand what you are talkin-"

No. You, shut up.

"Why? I am just curious!"

You promised!

The soul tried his best to sigh before tuning his mind to the small voice that was Nnoitra's:

"Oh…yeah." How could Nnoitra forget?! "You were pushed down the steps of all things… when I first met you, I thought you were some kind of Science project gone wrong who died… and well…You get the picture."

"Hah. No. I wasn't killed by some experiment." Szayel had never told anyone besides Nnoitra what truly killed his original person in the first place. "But, on another note. Yylfordt was the one who pushed me."

Nnoitra sighed and shook his head, trying not to laugh. "You always say that afterwards."

"Of course I do! It really…I was just walking up the steps and then, I am falling backwards! And I had to look at his damn smirk until my head connected with floor! I don't remember much as my original soul is long gone…but I still know enough to hate that damn smirk!"

"Ah..Huh…" Nnoitra wasn't even going to comment on the events following.

"So, how did you die of all things?"

"I don't know." Nnoitra confessed. "I don't remember anything really. Sounds…but nothing more."

"Damn…" Szayel muttered, annoyed already. Why couldn't he have forgotten?! "Anyhow. Our aspects of death are just…I don't know. A part of who we are…they may have not be a part of the person we consumed, but…it's who we are as Hollows."

"Yeah…That's the one thing I don't miss…" Nnoitra muttered, recalling the time that he and the person whom he had been fused with were one. "Having their soul screaming at you for hours on end…And having two rows teeth was a pain."

"Yes. I agree." Szayel sighed and stared up at the night sky, hoping to see any stars. "All though, he and I got along well… He took me to University because I ordered him to. Learned a lot and that's how I became a scientist."

"And why science?"

"Because…I don't know! I just found it interesting. Granted I wasn't very upset after he withered and died. I was too strong for him to continue existing."
"Mine just was a sobbing mess." Nnoitra hated to admit it, but it was true. Who ever his human was, he just cried and cried. "Won't stop yelling at me either. Then I had to eat the damn thing."

"Aw…" Szayel frowned. "I didn't get that pleasure. I hear your own soul is the best tasting of all."

A large grin slid onto Nnoitra's face. "It was."

"I know... it was."

"Oye! Earth to Szayel! Why do you look so sad all of sudden?"

"Well... I…" Szayel stifled a laugh. This would just make him look more insane than he already was. "I have something I should tell you, that…honestly happened last night, when Ciricci tried to kill me. I... I heard a voice. when I was in the dark...it was...he, Nnoitra, I still have a piece of my original soul. I don't know how he's still inside and has been talking to me all night and...I would have killed him...Nnoitra, he...saved me life...I don't know what to..."

Szayel's voice trailed off as a hand gently caressed his face, bringing him to gaze into Nnoitra's violet eye.

"It will be fine." He said.

"I..." Szayel closed his eyes. "I know. It always will be."