When Orihime opened her eyes, she saw blue skies and trees. It was a sight that she would have never dreamed of seeing again, or so soon. She could smell freshness in the air, and hear the birds. It was so quiet and colorless in Los Noches, she started fear she was going insane.

She half turned, looking at the green eyed Espada who had freed her from her captivity.

"Ulquiorra?" She knew something was different, not exactly wrong but just different.

L tilted his head, watching her calmly. He didn't answer her and started to walk. Orihime ran up to catch up with him; she had no fear for him. She knew he wouldn't hurt her, not physically.

As they walked, side by side, ever so quietly she spoke. "You're not Ulquiorra." No reaction.

They kept on walking.

"Who are you?"

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"..OW.!!!!" Ichigo yelped, as Yachiru jumped up and down on his chest. Unohana managed to fix his spine but he had a volley of injuries she had only so much time to spend on him. There were others who needed healing as well.

"Stop complaining Ichigo." Renji shouted from his cot, bandages on his arms, legs and chest. "She hadn't started biting you yet!'

"BITING?" Ichigo shrieked, watching in horror as she started to open her mouth revealing her big and shark like teeth.

A loud girly scream echoed through the fourth division as Yachiru latched her very sharp teeth on Ichigo's head and bit down.

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"Please repeat to me, what happened?" Aizen asked his question in such a manner that seemed to say, answer wrongly and die and yet it did not seem to indicate such an action. Aizen loved how his question could be interpreted, how punishments could be dealt on whim. It wasn't his fault if the arrancar answered in the wrong way.

Grimmjow tched, his blue eyes focused on Aizen, a snarl on his lips. "He took the woman and left, Aizen-sama." The blue haired Espada snorted. "His reiatsu shifted. I think the shinigami inside him took over. Weak ass emo."

Aizen leaned back in his chair, faintly interested. "While you may think Ulquiorra is weak, please remember you station, number six." He gently reminded Grimmjow that Ulquiorra was far more powerful than he. "This is a strange occurrence, the shinigami inside Ulquiorra…almost like an inner hollow."

Grimmjow snorted again. "Look Aizen-sama, Szayel checked the others out, aside from Aaraniero, no one else has a shinigami spirit inside them." Aaraneiro was special; the shinigami came with the package, something like choclates or flowers with a gift.

"I know." Aizen tapped his fingers together before smiling. "Thank you Grimmjow. You may leave."

Grimmjow left, grumbling as he went. What he wanted was an order to chase Ulquiorra down. This would give him an excuse to fight and to win.

"Awww….you're playing with the kitty." Gin appeared from the shadows, hands in sleeves. "Did'ja see his ruffled fur?"

Aizen chuckled. "Grimmjow's lack of restraint is a charming feature that I feel kept him alive for a long time." He stood and walked towards Gin. Gin's slit eyes widened for a second. "….Ai-"

Aizen fell from his ivory chair, down to the ground. Along the way he passed a bucket of fudge, and various assortment fruit. He landed in a pile of jelly, making a loud squishing sound. The jelly saved him from breaking anything important. His pride was bruised, and he was covered in chocolate and fruit.

The silence was broken by Gin's snickering.

"May I ask how long you had that prepared?" Aizen asked mildly, struggling to get out of the jelly.

"Few months." Gin shouted, looking down at his sodden captain. "There's a running bet to see how long it'd take before you forgot you're so high up in the air."

Aizen coughed, spitting out some jelly. "You are going to suffer for this." He would be more imposing if he weren't so dirty and hilarious looking.

"Of course." Gin took out a camera snapping pictures. "But not before you suffer first."

He ran off before Aizen could shot at him with a kido spell. The spell broke a huge hole in the ceiling and made another bucket fall. It hit Aizen's head with a clang making green leaves flutter about.

"What is this?" Aizen picked the dinged bucked up and looked at the label. "Cat. Nip."

Oh hell no.

Aizen turned just in time to see Grimmjow running at him at full speed, hands out and a maniacal look in his eye.

Gin was going to suffer.

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A/n: Umm…updated?.....Long time…..ick..