Disclaimer:I do not, in any way shape or form, own Bleach—I merely play with the characters. Any extra characters mentioned, however, are my creations alone.

Author's Note:Yay! Finally on this chapter, hurray! However chp 7 might be a while not because of writer's block (because I still know what to write for that chapter and onwards), but rather that I have to work on chp 3 of Trouble Cleff and need to type up chp 3 of Magnet like I promised to someone. Heh-heh….And ik u all are wondering why this is written in third person omniscient again, but I just have to say that I've decided that all of the meetings will be written in this form purely because it explains things much easier and faster and the last meeting will switch on and off between points-of-view so it won't last!

◙█Grimm

Capítulo Seis—One Ballistic Meeting to Go

Third Person Omniscient

Most of the Espada were already waiting in the meeting ground, bickering over the events of their pasts.

"I still can't believe I wasn't a great King or at least a ruler," Baraggan complained for the umpteenth time to Zommari.

"Would you shut it already? I still want to know what my past was like! Most importantly, who my precious is or was," Zommari plopped down onto his log seat and shook his head in annoyance.

"Get that fucking chicken leg out of my face! For the last time I do not want to eat it!" Aaroniero threw up his arm and whacked the fried chicken leg Yammy was holding out to him, sending it flying in Nnoitra's direction. He caught it without fail and ripped a chunk out of it with his teeth in an epic manner, munching it quite loudly.

The room fell silent in shock that Nnoitra of all Espada would actually eat such tripe. They watched in horror as he finished the chicken leg in silence, toss the bone, then bring up his knees to his chest and started rocking back and forth, mumbling incoherently. The Espada then tried to ignore him, weirded out a little, and went back to bickering just as Ulquiorra and Grimmjow were spotted entering the scene.

"You know, Ulquiorra, I thought Grimmjow wouldn't arrive last for once when partnered up with you, I cannot believe my assumption was wrong." Szayel narrowed his eyes, "no—wait. I am never wrong; you're just letting Grimmjow get to you is all."

Ulquiorra ignored him and brushed off his log seat of its current filth, Grimmjow plopping down on the other side, not caring about a little dirt. However, when Grimmjow sat down his weight caused the left side of the log to lift slightly, knocking the remainder of the dust into the air and onto Ulquiorra's face.

"Sexta…" he turned his head and stared at Grimmjow the same way he always did, mentally giving him the finger, then sitting on the now clean spot very properly, wiping the dust off of his face.

"Cut it out!" Aaroniero snatched the second fried chicken and smacked Yammy across the face with it.

"Just eat it, it's good!" Yammy spluttered out.

"Guys, guy, please, gu—," Szayel attempted to gain order, but was drowned out by Lilynette's shouts.

"What's wrong with Nnoitra? He's acting really strange…" she suddenly quieted and stared up at Szayel.

He sighed, defeated; "why don't you just ask him for yourself?"

And that, she did: she walked over to Nnoitra, bent down to his crouched level, even though his face was hidden, and asked him.

"Why are you acting so weird, Noritora?"

He sniffled and looked up to face her, squinting his eyes to better see her even though she was right in his face.

"I FUCKED A KEN DOLL!" He all but screamed at her.

The silence that followed only lasted for five seconds because soon the Espada were all cracking up at this sudden outburst. Even Starrk and Hallibel were dying of laughter, a rolling around and beat-red Yammy in front of them. The only one not cracking up was Ulquiorra, but that was to be expected of the expressionless man.

"It's not funny—it's tragic!" Nnoitra wailed and covered his face again, ashamed.

"I'm assuming you didn't get any babes then, Nnoitra?" Aaroniero walked over and patted Nnoitra's back, still howling with laughter.

"So...what's a ken doll anyways?" Yammy sat up and wiped the tears of too much laughter from his eyes, grinning madly.

"...Szayel has it..." Nnoitra mumbled.

Szayel sighed and tossed the beaten up Ken doll at Yammy. "Apparently, he was thrown in the water with it."

"Oh I remember seeing one of these in that last grocery store we raided!" Yammy held up the Ken doll above him and examined it. "Ew! There's still some semen on it, gross!"

The Espada cracked up even harder at this and began tossing the Ken doll around like it was a 'show-and-tell' except for Ulquiorra and Grimmjow, who still seemed to be in a deep conversation.

"Can we please just share our gathered Intel already, you all are wearing my patience very thin." Szayel tried to gain order once more, but the Espada continued to act rashly and even some started bickering again. It was chaotic and amazed Szayel how they still were not discovered yet. It continued to get even more hectic what with Aaroniero daring Yammy to like the semen off of the Ken doll, proclaiming it tasted like chicken, until a certain monotonous voice broke the awful reveille.

"...you over-flowing bag of trash." Ulquiorra bored into Grimmjow.

"Do you wanna start something, teme? Because you're really egging on what little patience I have!" Grimmjow abruptly stood up and glowered down at the unfazed Ulquiorra.

"I'd rather not give out a clear invitation to any wandering shinigami." He met Grimmjow's eyes and willed him to 'give it up'.

"Augh! I so do not wanna have to put up with you any longer!" He looked around the room at all the other Espada and scowled, "but none of you are any better.' He dropped back down in his seat and buried his face in his hands, aggravated.

"I suppose now is a good time for us all to share what we've gathered of our pasts so far," Szayel inquired. "Aaroniero and Yammy, why don't you two go first?"

"Eh we didn't get very far seeing as this idiot insisted on raiding every grocery store in sight just like my prognostication foretold, but we did discover the retard's death; his stomach exploded." Aaroniero leaned his head into his left palm and raised his eyebrows.

"Fatass..." Grimmjow mumbled into his hands.

"Should've known he'd meet such an end," Nnoitra sneered, finally done wallowing in shame.

"Was it the fried chicken?" Lilynette giggled.

"Enough with the comments we do not have all day for being together like this is taking a big risk in the first place," Szayel cut them off. "Now how about you, Team Baraggan?"

"Glad to know that my name comes first." Baraggan replied.

"It's most likely only because your rank is higher, old man." Zommari looked the other way to focus on Yammy devour a strange fruit, "Baraggan finally met his end in a factory when he was seventy-nine during the Industrial Revolution in America."

"Wait, so he lived in America? And he wasn't President? Ha! What a laugh!" Nnoitra slapped his leg to stop the laughing fit coming on.

"Yep—but he was the President of his factory branch, at least," Zommari added. "Sadly we didn't find zip on me yet."

"That is alright, Zommari," Szayel waved his hand at him, "this project is expected to take longer than two weeks, anyways. Your turn—Starrk, Hallibel."

"I was eaten by a shark in a surfing competition and now my body forever 'sleeps with the fishies'. That is all." Hallibel crossed her arms across her chest, staring straight ahead at Ulquiorra, impatient to hear his past.

"Well you're very straight-forward today, Tricera." Szayel blinked twice, astonished.

"No comment." Hallibel ignored him.

"Nnoitra you might as well tell them the full story of how you came to fuck a Ken doll." Szayel cocked a pink eyebrow at him.

"No way it's too embarrassing!" He hid his face.

"Do you want me to tell them for you?" Szayel smirked at him.

"Say it!"

"'showIknow. There, happy?" He hid his face again and whined while most the Espada shared a second good laugh. "Just go already, Grimmjow, so that I don't have to endure this any longer!" Nnoitra lifted up his head and begged.

"Hahaha! The sight of you begging is just hysterical! Now that I've seen that I'm not afraid to admit that i was murdered!" Grimmjow laughed maniacally.

"How were you murdered?" Starrk yawned, actually curious to know something.

"That's the thing—I don't really know; the case isn't very clear about it and they even assume the weirdo that was found gripped to my dead body tried to save me but was too late. He ended up killing the chick, though." Grimmjow covered his mouth, "whoops you weren't supposed to hear that part..."

"Wait, you let a woman kill you? Now that's just sad," Nnoitra shook his head.

"And just what is that supposed to mean?" Hallibel glowered at Nnoitra. "Now how did Ulquiorra die already?"

"I don't know," Grimmjow shrugged.

"So then it seems that for each team only one death has been discovered—guess we're off to round two, then!" Szayel clapped and got up to prepare a garganta. "Hope to see you all again in the next two weeks! Come along, Nnoitra, we have much to do!" Nnoitra groaned but reluctantly followed him.

The rest of the Espada managed to get off their lazy asses to open their own gargantuas, wondering what tomorrow's sunrise will bring...

Author's E/N: Yaya! Chapter 7 (my fav #!) is on its way! Teehee I just love writing during Algebra II like Ms. DeLong always calls on me randomly bc she knows I'm writing something other than math and gets sort of frustrated bc I always get her answer right as if I know whats going on all the time even though I'm writing xDDD Teacher's never seem to understand that I do not have a one-tracked mind—I always have one ear open to whats happening around me even if im totally focused on something else.