Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of its characters.

A/N:: Ahaha, It's..... like.... 3AM here... not tired one bit. I had a bit of trouble trying to come up with something for this. I asked like three different people for some ideas..... any of the ones that they gave me, I didn't use. I just didn't think it fit right. Well, anyway. I hope you guys like his chapter of You're On! I sure as hell enjoyed it.

Nameless

Blue eyes watched as two women fought. One had dark blue hair and two different colored eyes. The other was dark skinned and looked rather intimidating.

"Quit arguing! You're scaring the new girl…." Another woman with long dark green hair shuffled over to the white haired girl. "Harribel-sama, What did you say her name was again?"

"Szayel never told me her name…." Harribel muttered, staring at the nameless girl. The other three women scoffed and stared at the apathetic girl with scrutinizing gazes.

"Maybe we should name her…." The girl with two different colored eyes stated.

"That's probably the best idea you've ever had, Apache…" The dark skinned woman smirked, earning a growl from the one named Apache.

"What was that Mila-Ro-" Apache was cut short when she saw the nameless girl stand up and shuffle up in front of Apache, placing a finger under her red eye.

"A -pa -che…" The girl's voice was soft and drawled out each syllable.

The other four women stared at her with either shocked or bored expressions.

This is going to be a pain… Harribel sighed.

"So she spoke, did she?" Szayel smirked and swiveled in his chair to face Nnoitra. "How interesting….."

Nnoitra scoffed and began to fiddle with a random vile that he saw sitting out on the counter top, accidentally dropping it on the floor. The glass shattered and the contents of the vile fizzled and burned a hole through the ground. Nnoitra watched it in feigned fascination. When he looked up, he noticed Szayel glaring at him irately.

"I didn't do it…" Szayel sighed and rotated back around to face the monitor behind him.

"Get out, Nnoitra. I have work to do."

Apache was being held back by Mila-Rose. "What was that, you little bitch?"

Apparently sometime after saying her name the nameless girl had said something to set her off.

"Apache, calm down. You know she probably didn't mean it. I doubt she even knows what a 'whore-bitch' is….." Sun-Sun muttered, waving it off as nothing.

"S'lucky she doesn't know what it means!"

"Now, back to the matter at hand," Mila-Rose managed to say, still holding back an angered Apache. "What are we going to call her?"

"How about Sun-Sun!" Everyone in the room stared at the green haired girl blankly.

"No." Harribel stared at the nameless girl with a steady gaze. Sun-Sun pouted for a moment, before composing herself once more.

"How about…… Ryoko?" Apache randomly threw out, obviously having calmed down quite a bit.

"No…. Maybe something that fits her more…." Harribel sighed.

"How are we supposed to know what fits her better, if we don't even know her?" Apache nearly screeched.

"Simple. We go on what we DO know about her……" Sun-Sun replied, staring at the nameless Girl.

Apache snickered "We could always just call her Gin…." Sun-Sun chuckled at the thought and Harribel rolled her eyes.

"What do we know about her?" Mila-Rose questioned.

"She's quiet…. Innocent looking…. Almost…. Pure." Harribel muttered.

"Sada!" Sun-Sun smiled. "Pure one!"

Harribel looked at the silver haired girl and smiled lightly behind her mask. "Sada it is then…"

Apache huffed and just stared at the girl bored.

"Just how long is she going to be staying with us anyway?" Mila-Rose asked, running her fingers through the silver hair lightly.

"Not sure….." Harribel sighed.

Grimmjow stared at the ceiling until he heard a soft, but persistent knocking on his door. "What?" He was irritated.

"Just open the door, trash." Grimmjow growled at the voice behind the door. Grimmjow slowly sat up and trudged over to the door, opening it and glaring at the pale man behind it.

"What the fuck do you want, Ulquiorra?" Grimmjow glared.

"I'm simply…. Curious…. About that little pet you brought back with you…." The monotone voice drawled.

"What about her?" Grimmjow snarled.

"I've heard rumors that….well, to put it simply…. There's a little wager going on." Ulquiorra stated. "I want in."

Grimmjow could've doubled over laughing. He could've, but he was too busy glaring at the apathetic man. "Why should I?"

"If you don't, I'll inform Aizen-sama of your little wager with the octava espada….." Ulquiorra's tone made it seem like he was smirking, but his expression didn't change from the blank, melancholy look.

"You little…." Grimmjow snarled. He huffed and stormed out past the cuatra, "Follow me…." He muttered.

"Where are we going?" Ulquiorra asked, following him quickly.

"Where do you think?" Grimmjow barked back.

"Oh, so Aizen's little pet wants in on our deal, eh, Grimmy?" Szayel smirked and leaned back in his rolling chair.

"Yeah." Grimmjow grunted and glared off into the distance.

"I don't have a problem with it….. Give me a little while to discuss the circumstances with Grimmjow. I'll send for you when we've decided." Szayel chuckled and waved off the cuatra. He turned to smirk at Grimmjow, who was glaring at him intently.

"You can't be serious…." He snarled.

"If you ask me this whole situation isn't really serious….." Szayel sighed, "Now, what should we have him do?"

"Mayb-"

Grimmjow was cut short by Nnoitra barging into the room. "How come that little punk gets in on the bet?"

"This doesn't concern you, Nnoitra…." Szayel waved it off.

"Doesn't concern m-" Nnoitra saw red, "THAT LITTLE BITCH ASS KNOWS LESS ABOUT THE DAMN GIRL THAN ME!"

"Shut up, Nnoitra….." Szayel and Grimmjow glared at the lanky man.

A/N:: Ahaha, everyone's always so mean to Nnoitra. Now, I need some ideas of what Ulquiorra's part of the bet should include. Remember Children, review!