Yylfordt stared out of the window of his small room that was about as big as his one in Los Noches. He was returned to his room by Hanngan after the hollow hunting had come to a close for the night. "Nights like these are really lonely without Di Roy, Shawlong, Edrad….or Grimmjow…Oh the trouble we got into…" He hardly cared if the guards outside his window and door heard his musing.

Maybe, it would make them realize there was more to him than a hole in his chest and half a mask left on his face.

"Those were the good times…" Yylfordt allowed himself a small smile as he laid down on the small cot in his room. "Although I have to say I don't miss sleeping in the desert…too much sand. Heh. It's rather sad, Di Roy…I never though you'd all die. Anyhow, it's weird here… and I know you aren't here…at least Lady Nelliel hasn't taken to beating me up yet. Wouldn't blame her though… I kinda deserve it, I guess…"

Yylfordt closed his eyes and let his mind slowly wander into the past…

…..The long dark nights in Heuco Mundo were never boring… Not when he was awoken by the accustom sand in the face.

"What the heck was that for?!" He yelled, sitting up to find Shawlong, Grimmjow and Di Roy laughing. "And what-"

"That that was great!" Grimmjow gave his Fracciones high-fives. "And this time, he can help us wake up the next sleepy hollow."

"And that…" Yylfordt brushed the sand out of his eyes and a wide smile crept onto his face…"Ah… Nekkem… Hehe… we're gonna get him."

"You're damn right…" Shawlong whispered, scooping up a double-hand-full of sand. "And we'll get to hear an twenty-foot Gillian moan around for the next hour…"

"Yeah…" Grimmjow flashed a grin, picking up some sand himself. "But I get to dump the first hand full."

The three Fracciones shared a smile. "Of course…sir."

"And here…" The King padded quietly over to the sleeping Gilligan, "is to…sweet dreams…."

"Hey man…" Nekeem pouted, waking up, "What do you want to dump sand on me for…?"

"To wake you up." Grimmjow replied, resisting a snicker. "Because you have to get up and we have to move."

"Why, man?"

"It's not safe here anymore. You know the drill."

"Yeah…" Shawlong who was the tallest of all of them next to Nekeem surveyed the horizon. "I can hear fighting from here…Don't they ever shut up?!"

"Who do you think it is?" Edrad climbed to his feet and began to stretch his large arms into the sky. "…Oh… them…"

The whole group resisted another snicker. "The Old Married Couple."

"Aka…" Yylfordt brushed some sand out of his long blond hair, "My stupid bro and his destructive stalking boyfriend."

"Boyfriend?" Grimmjow had to laugh, and would have if he wasn't busy covering his sensitive ears with his paws. Their yelling could be heard for miles by a normal hollow and as a Cat, it was like he had front row seats.

"Yeah." Yylfordt wasn't sure what to think. He was sure he'd have a opinion if he could remember who he was. "'Cause who the heck would go to all the trouble to keep following someone they couldn't catch the first five-hundred times they tried? At first I just thought that Santa Teresa was determined…now I just think that he has ooglie-eyes for my bro. Just saying… anyhow… let's move on. We can't go west though. Harribel has set up camp and you guys know what happened to the last hollow to sleep with in a hundred feet of her cave…."

A long silence fell on the group. (Save the yelling in the distance.)

"Yeah…" Grimmjow didn't want to think about the hollow they found with it's limbs all placed on one stake like a giant kabob. (That must have been roasted as they didn't come across it the next day.) "So east it is."

Edrad large white mask covered face showed a peek of emotion. "Are you sure you want to go east?"

"I mean south!" Grimmjow corrected himself. "East is where the yelling match is. West is the Kabob stand… and so….You guys are not interested in going south."

"Ah…" Yylfordt glanced at his kin, "South is…"

"Bat-man's land. Okay. One of these days…I'm gonna just rip his black wings off…damn Emo…thing."

"Yeah…man…" Nakeem said in his pouting voice. "What is that thing?"

"No clue. I just know it moves and I want to chase it like a shadow."

"And we also know, " Di Roy added, "it has a stupid mono-tone voice that put you to sleep last time we accidentally went south while The Old Married Couple were outta town. We all had to drag you into North while you slept. Purring all the way there…"

"Hehe…" Yylfordt laughed, "You purr… It's really funny…Sir." He added as Grimmjow glared at him.

"I know." The King replied, "And… I guess we have no choice but to go north."

"We are as north as we can go…" Shawlong in formed them, noting that they were near the only patch of green grass in all of Heuco Mundo. One of them had tried to sleep on it the night before, but they switched to the sand after half the night. "As evidenced by the green patch of the pole. I still haven't figured out the geography… but, from our travels, There are two patches of Green grass and one pond. Puddle. And they are at the poles."

"I know that." Grimmjow really hated living here. All the annoyances…Crazy women, battling honeymooners, and worst of all… Emo thing. "So, lets go to the Human World shall we?"

"But…" Yylfordt didn't want to do that…"Aren't there Soul Reapers? I mean, they could like kill us!"

Grimmjow rolled his eyes. "Okay. Who the hell do you want to put up with? A few swords or Evil Women and constant yelling? Because I would rather go with the swords… because, at least Soul Reapers let you sleep! They won't attack you!"

The Grimmjow's Fracciones glanced at one another, weighing the pros and cons.

"Okay." Shawlong announced five minutes later, "We took a vote. Human World it is. And fast. I think that Harribel's on the hunt and we would never stand a chance."

"On it." Grimmjow reached out a paw and Garganta opened with ease in the air before them. "You all in and I'll stand guard."

The five did as ordered and Grimmjow joined them a minute later, closing the portal behind him. "And welcome…" He announced soon opening the portal on the other side. "To… awe… damn…"

The group stared at the three Soul Reapers waiting for them in the middle of the street where Garganta opened to.

"Hey man…" Nekeem complained to the Reapers who where just waiting until the Formalities of Battle had been performed. "Can't we get some sleep?"

"Yeah." Grimmjow stepped forwards to protect his Fracciones. "Can't you three just let us go for once? I am in a desperate need of a good cat nap."

"Where have you come from?' The Soul Reaper in the the middle of the group asked in Castilian Spanish; making Grimmjow realize they were now in what the Humans called Spain. "Isn't Heuco Mundo quite enough for hollows?"

"Not these days. Hell no." Grimmjow didn't even want to start, but he did. "We have a Crazy Vasto Lorde Woman. An Territorial Emo-Thing and the constant music of a screaming match. Not to mention an ever glowing and migrating Pumpkin. So no. It is hardly quite there anymore."

"And it was once, was it?"

Grimmjow frowned at the Soul Reaper on the left who dare ask, "Yeah… it was… Now, let me tell you, this isn't like Menoes screaming, it's like all of your in-laws got in a screaming argument at a family gathering."
The three Soul Reapers looked at at the hollows with wide eyes.

"So, let us go get some sleep and we'll fight tomorrow if you want." Grimmjow bargained, knowing that they knew what kind of loud he was talking about.

The Soul Reaper in the middle sighed and put his sword away. "Fine… Go on. Just don't eat anyone and, we expect a fight tomorrow. Right here at the same time."

"Deal."

That night the six of them slept on the roof of a hotel in the center of town where the roads were lined with little lights and all of the humans had blown the gas lights in their houses out.

"Wow…" Di Roy marveled, staring up at the sky, "So many stars…"

"Yeah…" Yylfordt agreed before Grimmjow had to boast, "I've eaten as many souls as there are stars…"

"Weird." Shawlong noted with yawn. "And it's silent. Did anyone else notice that?"

Everyone shook their heads.

"Anyhow," Grimmjow took control of the scene, "I think it's best that we all close our eyes and get some rest. See you all in the morning when the sun sears our eyes out. "

A chorus of 'Yes sir, Yeah… King Grimm and Night, Kitty' met his ears.

Grimmjow smiled and closed his eyes. It was so wonderful to have companions like them….Words could not even begin to explain how-

"Damn you, Fornicaras!" Santa Teresa stared up in horror at the long clear, blood covered blade that his nemesis was holding. "I hate you…"

"Ha." The Butterfly knew far better than to take his words so seriously. "No you don't. Because, you were scared of flying anyhow. I highly doubt your going to miss-" He cracked the wing in half, "This. Mantis were never meant to fly… so damn ugly in the first place…"

"And how the hell did you get here?!" Grimmjow yelled at the two of them who woke him and the rest of his Fracciones. "Go away!"
Santa Teresa nearly turned his head around to glare at the menace Cat. "Shut up…I can't go anywhere even if I want to."

"Why the hell not?!" Edrad stood up to defend his king. "That was a direct order from Grimmjow."

"I don't take orders from anyone." The Mantis shot back; wanting collapse on the roof to cry, the pain of his missing wings consuming his mind."Remember that, you scum. No one… orders… me…"

"Guys…" Yylfordt had a simple solution to the problem everyone was facing. (Save Santa Teresa.) "let's just move! We don't want to become a part of this fight… I became a part of this fight and that's why I met all of you. Not that you're nice. But… really."

"So…" Fornicaras stared down from the sky at the small group, a manic smile on his face and laugh on his lips. "You're all running away… How wonderful. Not that I blame you, cowards like yourselves."

Yylfordt spoke before Grimmjow even had a chance. "Shut the hell up! You're the one who was the coward! You came running back to create me! Your handy shield. Bargain tool!"

"True…But, now…must I remind you who started this whole large adventure?" The Butterfly was far to pleased with himself, "I suppose I should, since your little… friends here seem to be oblivious to the sad story that-"

"Shut up!" How he wanted to strangle the cause of his misery. "Shut up!"

"How rude…" Fornicaras mocked, loving seeing the fear in his older brother's eyes. "telling your own brother to shut up. Mum really should have taught you some proper manners…but she loved me more anyhow. So, to her, you were just that other child. The one that came before my perfection."

"Enough!" Grimmjow screamed, stepping between the them. "We will part ways, Fornicaras! Don't you ever insult my Fraccion again! Or you answer to me. And I… I will rip your throat out and you will never speak again."

"How cold." He was serious, wasn't he, so Fornicaras gave in. "But yes. You can part ways and never cross my path again. You are such a… I won't say it. Soft hollow who seems to actually care for your fracciones…I find it quite perplexing…"

"Perplexing?" Grimmjow's eyes narrowed dangerously, "How so? Do you not have your own Fracciones whom you care for?"

"Care?" Fornicaras laughed, "Yes. But in a different way… they all serve me and eventually, shall be consumed or sacrifice themselves for their beautiful leader."

"What I'd tell you?" Santa Teresa gave Grimmjow a smirk. "He's a…sick bastard."

Hey…

"I can see that…and…" Grimmjow stared up at the masked Butterfly with large white and red wings looming over them. "How I want to kill him…"

"I won't try…" Santa Teresa lowered his head in defeat. "He has evaded me for two years now. The only reason he has, is because he doesn't have any honor."

Hey… Del Toro?

"That's the worst kind…Even I…"

"Wake up time!"

Yylfordt's eyes shot open to see Nelliel staring down at him. "AHH! Lady Nelliel!" He scrambled off the cot in his pajamas and socks to bow deeply. "What are you doing here?!"

"I thought I might get you up in time to take a morning walk." She replied with a sweet smile. "And we'll have time to catch up on things. Many things."

"Yeah…" Yylfordt reached up to fix his frazzled hair. "There are a few details I haven't told you yet…Some, you might not like… exactly…"

"Like…?"

"Don't really want to-"

"You're gonna have to…" Nelliel sighed heavily, turning her sight to the floor. "The…Soul Reapers have decided it's best to keep you locked up for a while. They were sent… never mind. I'll tell you later. So, what did you want to tell me?"

"Well…" Yylfordt sat down on the floor and picked up his hairbrush that was next to his cot. "I have some bad news."

"So…Do I." She sat down next to him, not sure how to break the news to him gently. "Why not.. You first?"

"Of course, Lady Nelliel." Yylfordt took a deep breath, "after… after you were not killed-I don't know how else to state it-, Nnoitra and Szayel… they…fell for one another and have been together to this day and, I hope you aren't crushed at all.."

Nelliel began to laugh. "I'm not crushed at all. I never liked Nnoitra in the first place. You must have heard something from…From…"

"Ciricci. Very sexy young woman who just so happens to be going out with me… heh…"

"Yes." Nelliel knew that keeping the news from him would make everything worse in the long run. "Her. Today, the Soul Reapers were sent a box. A box with her head in it. Yylfordt-kun, Circci is dead."

The 'Hey man, why do you want to put sand in my face, etc' Comes from Bill Cosby's stand up, Revenge. Go listen to it! It's so funny.