This is a late update. I do not own Bleach or Professor Layton. Enjoy.
As the piece of paper gently floated down to the ground, Descole made up his mind. "I'm not going to look weird chasing after a piece of paper on the ground; I'm gonna look even weirder bungee-jumping for it!" Tesra sweatdropped. "G-good luck with that."
After failing to find a suitable rope, Descole took his last resort. His undid the belt around his waist and tied one end to the windowsill. The other end he tied around his ankle. "A-are you sure about that, Master?" Even the henchman was questioning Descole's plan. No wonder Layton always ruined them. "Your pants were really loose since you lost weight after going to Ambrosia. What if y – " "Don't worry, they're stretchy." Descole grinned, tugging at his pants. Tesra was covering his exposed eye while Motoko, being the pervert she was, was trying to dack* him using her mental power alone. It failed. Descole, ignoring the protests from his henchman, jumped out of the window and narrowly avoided a stray dog passing by below. He grabbed the paper, which just missed the open grate of a drain. Apparently his belt was also stretchy, so he shot back into the bedroom after his job was done. But due to the looseness of his pants, gravity dacked Descole. The people in the room burst into a fit of laughter. "Koala boxers? REALLY!?" Motoko's eyes were filling with tears. Tesra had uncovered his eye and was taking photos with a camera he had gotten in his reality tour. The henchman was recording the whole thing.
"What's that laughing upstairs?" Mum looked at the room from where the laughter was leaking out of. "Something funny must have happened, mother." Aizen was sipping a chai latte. He should get some for Hueco Mundo.
After they had calmed down, Descole had put his pants and belt back on and put the blueprint on the coffee table in the middle of the room. "How useful... there's a list of things we need for this... and that's it?" Motoko pointed to some fine print in the bottom right corner of the page. "To be mixed in cauldron, silly. We have a cauldron downstairs. We'll be mixing the ingredients in that!" "So first," Descole pointed to the first item, "a photosynthesisingbananaasshole14120binarypneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosislibramahoganylawnbowlsraikōhōkyokasuigetsupanterarefrigeratormarzipaniser?" Motoko shook her head. "No no no, you idiot. It's a photosynthesisingraspberrypiehole15011hexadecimalantidisestablishmentarianismpisceschartreusewaterpolokurohitsugihōzukimarusantateresablendermarzipaniser, not a photosynthesisingbananaasshole14120binarypneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosislibramahoganylawnbowlsraikōhōkyokasuigetsupanterarefrigeratormarzipaniser. There is a difference, you know?" Descole looked visibly confused. "So it's a photosynthesisingbananaasshole14120binarypneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosislibramahoganylawnbowlsraikōhōkyokasuigetsupanterarefrigeratormarzipaniser?" Motoko was steaming. "No, it's a – " "What's the difference!? Our goal is make this thing, not to argue over some photosynthesisingraspberrypiehole15011hexadecimalantidisestablishmentarianismpisceschartreusewaterpolokurohitsugihōzukimarusantateresablendermarzipaniser!" Tesra had snapped. Everyone looked at him in confusion, before looking at the other ingredients. "A Calavera, a spoon, a wig a guitar and a … stuffed Pomeranian? What's a Calavera and a Pomeranian?" "Become friends with Rudbornn and get a dog." "But seriously, what are they?" Motoko sighed. "Look, we'll get to them later. Let's concentrate on the spoon, wig and guitar. A spoon we can get from the cutlery drawer downstairs, the wig from Nanny when she comes over today and the guitar from a concert tomorrow." Tesra looked up in surprise. "Whoa whoa whoa! What nanny and what concert!?" "Eh? Haven't you heard of the Wrench Throwing Warbringers?** Their debut concert is tomorrow! Apparently one of the members is from the noble Kuchiki family! I'm hoping to steal a guitar there! And Nanny came home from her ski trip in Norway! I'm wondering if she brought back some souvenirs..." Motoko looked uncharacteristically excited. "S-steal a guitar?" The henchman (who had been lacking in speaking roles) looked unsettled. "K-Kuchiki family?" Tesra had heard how they had smited both Aaroniero-sama and Zommari-sama. He didn't think that they would go as low as … perform in a band. At least one of them, anyway. As for this "Nanny" … she seemed suspicious. Everything in this place was suspicious. Tesra felt momentarily paranoid.
(A few hours later)
"Helloo darlings~ It's NANNY~" A surprisingly fit old woman burst through the door, carrying a shopping bag filled with what seemed to be small trinkets and stuff of the like. "Oh... hi Mum." Mum, looking slightly flustered, looked towards her boisterous visitor. Aizen only could take a glance at his grandmother before he was bosom-deep in a suffocating hug. "Sōsuke, dearie! How long has it been; a century or two? You've grown so much! I see you take after your grandfather with your tea," Nanny nodded towards the Earl Grey. "You're such a famous little evil mastermind where I live. They say you're a total bastard; I think not. No matter what you do, you'll always be Granny's little boy," Nanny now started pinching his cheeks. Motoko, who along with Tesra, Descole (who had changed into his disguise) and the henchman, stood on the landing and chuckled under her breath. Responding to Tesra's questioning look, Motoko whispered, "He was always the favourite. I mean, he always got all the attention. She never notices me when he's around. She might not notice any of you either. This theft is in the b – " Nanny looked towards her granddaughter. "– blast radius of disaster." "Motoko, dearie, come downstairs and give Nanny a hug~ Bring your suitors along with you too, darling." Aizen, whose cheeks were no longer being pinched, looked evilly towards his younger sister. The three men behind Motoko blushed intensely (the henchman was nosebleeding a bit) as they followed her downstairs. After enduring a Nanny hug, Nanny asked her which of her "suitors" was her favourite. Ignoring Aizen and her mother who had dissolved into a fit of laughter, Motoko explained, "Nanny, they're not my suitors. They're the bad guys of their respective universes. As long as you fail to realise that … I'm gonna have to try and steal your wig." Nanny reached into her shopping bag and took out a wig. "Don't worry about that, dearie. I got a new wig in Norway. Here, have my old one and another something," Motoko received a suspiciously trendy wig and a stuffed pomeranian. Well, Nanny was rich after all.
(The next day, in the cauldron room)
"So, we have three things of six we need for this machine? Because we have the spoon, the Pomeranian and the wig..." the henchman had made a checklist that he was ticking off with everything that was added to the cauldron. "No, wait, make that four, henchman." Motoko took out a small cube from her back pocket. "What is that?" the henchman had no idea what this cube was. "It's the photosynthesisingraspberrypiehole15011hexadecimalantidisestablishmentarianismpisceschartreusewaterpolokurohitsugihōzukimarusantateresablendermarzipaniser, silly. Surprised?" "Actually, I was expecting it to be more... photosynthesisingbananaasshole14120binarypneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosislibramahoganylawnbowlsraikōhōkyokasuigetsupanterarefrigeratormarzipaniser-y, you know?" Descole had not said the photosynthesisingraspberrypiehole15011hexadecimalantidisestablishmentarianismpisceschartreusewaterpolokurohitsugihōzukimarusantateresablendermarzipaniser's name correct during the course of the whole day. Motoko decided to forgive this. "Actually, Dessy, you can't get more photosynthesisingraspberrypiehole15011hexadecimalantidisestablishmentarianismpisceschartreusewaterpolokurohitsugihōzukimarusantateresablendermarzipaniser-y than this. Why? Because I made it." She threw the cube into the bubbling cauldron, making the mixture a light aqua. "What about the Calavera thingy from Rudbornn?" Tesra did make a point. "Yeah, I'll get to that. Anyway, Tessy, why are you tagging along with us? Aren't you gonna go hang out with Sōs –" "But Aizen-sama scares me! You guys are nicer, and also what you do is way more interesting! You don't mind, do you?" Motoko looked slightly surprised. "Oh no no, I was just wondering, that's all. Sorry if I offended you, Tesra." Her expression confirmed that she actually did have a heart. "What's a sweet moment doing in an awesome story like this! Are we going shōjo!?" The henchman and Descole wore "holy crap" faces. "Anyway, when's the concert?" Tesra (thankfully) broke the atmosphere. "It's at 6 tonight. You're all going. Period. Sōsuke-baka and Mum were gonna go originally, but with the arrival of you two," Motoko pointed to Descole and the henchman, "they don't have to go." "But w-w-w-why!?" Descole did not know how to respond to that. "This is for your sake, isn't it? To help you make the reiatsu thing, Dessy. Which reminds me, I'll have to call Ruddy to get a Calavera." Extracting her phone from her pocket, she swiftly typed in Rudbornn's number. Tesra found it strange that Rudbornn had a phone too.
(in some unknown place)
Rudbornn had set a special ringtone for his close friend, so when he heard it, he greeted the caller with a "Heyyyy, 'sup Motoko?" On the other end, Motoko sighed. "No, just no, Ruddy". Rudbornn knew that his friend was very easily annoyed, so he laughed it off. "Haha, sorry, did you need something?" Motoko decided to get to the point. "Yeah, could I have one of your Calaveras?" Rudborrn, not really caring about what inhumane things she would do to him/her/it, still wanted to assault her with questions. "Sure, but can you answer me this?" Motoko sounded her agreement, so he asked, "Where's Aizen-sama? Szayel's in his tub," Szayel's high pitched singing could be heard, "Yammy's in his fridge," Yammy's burp resounded through the whole of Hueco Mundo, "Zommari's saying nothing but "Homina homina homina,"," Zommari walked by, saying exactly that, "Grimmjow and Nnoitra are fighting over his throne," Grimmjow and Nnoitra's fight could be heard from Rudborrn's location, "Gin's brought his girlfriend over, Tōsen's cleaning the hallways," Tōsen walked by, mop and bucket in hand, humming Baby by the Bieber, "and ULQUIORRA'S TAKING HAPPY PILLS!" Ulquiorra, dragging Harribel, scooted by, shouting "ALSDKJFBASKBDCXMZBKJHFDIEHSDJNAKSDFJNKAS! I'M A ROCKET! COME ON, TIA! WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Rudbornn shouted into the phone, "IT'S A FRIGGIN' ZOO HERE!" Motoko, whose ear had nearly been blown out by Rudborrn's sudden outburst, looked at her brother, who had just entered the room. "How much did you hear?" "All of it." Aizen's smile put even Gin to shame (and well, NOTHING puts Gin to shame). "Well, if that's the case... tell Rudbornn that when I get home I'm going to kill every single one of them, except Kaname and Zommari of course, unless they cease those... strange activities immediately." Motoko relayed the message to Rudborrn. After a little pause, "Nah, tell him that Gin's kinda... busy." Motoko and Aizen nosebleeded at the naughty thoughts. Rudbornn meant that he doing paperwork. Without warning, Aizen snatched the phone out of his sister's hand and shouted, "AND NOBODY TOUCHES MA QUINCY KRISPIES!***" Rudborrn didn't believe in karma, but if he did, this would be a big overdose. Gin, who happened to be eavesdropping on the conversation, walked up to him. Rudborrn, not noticing the silver-haired creep behind him, sighed. "Never mind, I'll tell them." Scaring the daylights out of him, Gin piped up, "Hey Aizen-sama! I touched your Krispy Quincies!" Motoko, paying no heed the the second conversation, replied, "You'd better." Aizen snatched the phone up again and shouted, "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU – Wait... crispy Quincies? I said Quincy Krispies. Oh well." To Motoko's relief, he walked out of the room. "The Calavera should be there anytime soon. Shawlong's taking him over." "Er... aren't all of Grimmy's fraccion supposed to be dead?" Ruborrn snorted. "Pfft, how should I know? For all I care Yylfordt could be running around Szayel's lab right now!" Screams and breaking glass confirmed his statement. A bloody Yylfordt (who wanted to get Szayel off his heels) tackled Rudborrn to the ground, terminating the phone call.
*: Dack... it's my way of saying pantsing.
**: A really old FMA idea where Winry started a band and she named it this...
***: A reference from my other story, Truth, Dare or Torture.
Wow. I had immense writer's block with this one. Next chapter is the concert. Hueco Mundo seems like it's in perfect chaos... (should I write about it?) I'm going to introduce Soul Society soon! If you would just wait a month... I just noticed how Aizen hasn't noticed Dessy's hair yet. That is plain dumb.