Bleach is owned by Tite Kubo, meaning it does not belong to me. I am in no way, shape, and/or form claiming to be the owner/creator of these concepts, though I do claim any characters not apart of the original Bleach storyline (such as Aporro [in character, not name] and Vicenta Acere) mine. As such, I would appreciate fellow authors and readers to give credit where credit is due and not steal any of my characters and/or concepts. Thank you, and have a pleasant day.

Grimmjow watched with a quirked brow as his mate slammed things around her lab angrily, screaming and taking her anger out on a few of the Fraccion her father had made for her. He then glanced over at the source of his mate's anger.

The former Fraccion of the long since deceased Quinta Espada Nnoitra Jiruga, Tesla, was watching the scene Vicenta was making dispassionately, either not caring or too used to this kind of angry outburst (considering who he had formerly served) to be shocked.

Tesla had been assigned as Vicenta's probation officer; he was, for the next four months, to follow her wherever she went and make sure she didn't slip up.

The former Fraccion, who had been out of sorts ever since he had seen his master cut down in battle, had been all too happy to have an assignment, even if it meant watching the former Octava's offspring.

…Of course, when he'd accepted the job, he'd never expected her to be…

"SON OF A FUCKING BITCH!!" Crash. Slap. BOOM.

"Aiiiieeeee!! Mistress Vicenta Acere!! It huuuuuuurts!!"

…So much like his master…

He watched as the young Arrancar paced back and forth angrily, her long, black hair whipping around her wildly and tangling midair, her eyes almost glowing and livid, her thin, chapped lips parted in a wide snarl as her teeth ground against each other in a way that certainly wasn't good for them.

Tesla sighed softly, inaudibly. 'It's Master Nnoitra all over again…'

Grimmjow, who had been watching Tesla for a moment, turned his attention back to Vicenta and sighed, "Centa…"

"WHAT?!" Vicenta screeched, whirling around on her mate. In a flash, she found herself pinned to the keyboard of her computer, Grimmjow boring down on her with a frown and an animalistic gleam in his eye.

"Calm the fuck down, first off." Grimmjow snarled.

Vicenta blinked, then closed her eyes and inhaled, held her breath, then exhaled. When she looked up at him again, she was much calmer. "What…?"

"I was just going to tell you…" Grimmjow sighed, glancing over to where she had been rampaging and nodded, "You were about to smash that black box thing."

Tesla watched with mildly visible shock as the Nnoitra-like girl in front of him was easily subdued, then turned into a fretting mess. He quirked a brow when Vicenta started sputtering in shock and weaseled her way out from underneath the former Sexta.

The former Fraccion's shock then turned to exasperation as the girl started to fuss and croon over a small device, all while picking it up and cradling it to her chest as she walked, as if on eggshells, over to her computer.

"Now…" Vicenta mumbled, slipping the small device into the waiting saddle next to her keyboard, smiling at it fondly as it started humming softly, "Let's take a look at what attacked my PAPA, shall we?"

Tesla blinked, perking up slightly. Though Szayel would eventually see the images, himself, the scientist had also wanted a full verbal report of what was about to be seen, Vicenta's reaction included.

The last thing they needed was the irrational, young Arrancar rushing out again in some hopes of 'avenging' her precious technology.

Feeling herself getting stared at, Vicenta turned around stealthily in her chair and peeked up over the top, narrowing her eyes at Tesla.

Tesla blinked, tipping his head slightly and looking utterly innocent.

Vicenta narrowed her eyes further and hissed, sinking back down and out of Tesla's immediate sight and turning back towards her computer.

Tesla stared at the back of her chair amusedly for a moment, then walked forward and stood beside Vicenta's chair, on the side opposite the one Grimmjow chose to occupy.

The two mates threw sideways looks at the blonde, then turned their attention back to the computer screen, which Vicenta hadn't once paused in her typing on.

Several menus with words in some language neither of the Arrancar watching recognized appeared on the screen, each growing right out of the previous as Vicenta narrowed down her search options and located the program she was interested in running.

Vicenta clicked on the program and the soft hum of the black box's saddle turned into a loud but smooth whirring.

"Miss Vicenta, the black box's final data transmissions are now being downloaded, the visual flight recorder included. I take it this is the first function you would like displayed?"

"If you would, Meryl." Vicenta nodded, sitting back as a black square formed on the computer screen.

After a pause, the square started to flash grey with static, and Meryl's voice mumbled, "Th-There's… only… approximately forty se-se-seconds of unda-da-da-damaged daaaa-aaa-ata. Shall I plaaa-aaaay?"

"Yes, Meryl, and quickly." Vicenta sat forward, a concerned look crossing her face, "While it's playing, I want you to make a frame-by-frame copy, then delete the original data. It seems to be causing a malfunction within your systems."

"Vee-eeeeeeerrrrrrryy well, Mistress-s-s-s-ss."

The static changed immediately to a clear, high-definition birds-eye view of the sands of Hueco Mundo.

The timer in the lower left-hand side of the screen counted off the seconds, deciseconds, centiseconds and even milliseconds, but for a while there was nothing.

"…Just what're we looking for?" Grimmjow mumbled, his cat-like eyes darting back and forth, searching for any form of movement.

"Unfortunately, if the damage to the unit's skeleton was that severe, what we're looking for won't make itself obvious until the last few seconds." Vicenta mumbled, leaning forward and lacing her fingers with a frown, "Of course, there's always the possibility that it didn't attack in PAPA's range of vision…"

Tesla listened to all of this silently, still watching the screen. When the video got down to the last twenty-two seconds, he spotted something, lifting his hand and speaking for the first time since he'd entered the room, "There."

Vicenta and Grimmjow looked, watching as, amongst the sea of white, a black spot appeared.

The computer in front of them whirred loudly as the spot got closer and grew in size, taking on a humanoid form.

Grimmjow frowned as the room actually started to get hot as the computer heated up, "Centa, maybe we shoul—"

Vicenta leaned forward and started typing rapidly, scowling as her whole monitor began to turn grey and the image started to undulate.

"Wh-What the hell?!" Grimmjow stepped back.

"It's too much data." Vicenta growled, "PAPA was trying to perform an energy scan on top of every other function he had going at the time and the damage to the black box must have scrambled the information together…" She worked quickly and filtered what she could, the image clearing up.

And when it got down to the last two seconds…

"Now deleting original." Meryl informed, leaving a copy of the two-second-mark frame on the screen as she completely erased the faulty data.

Vicenta, Grimmjow and Tesla stared at the image.

Though it was grainy, distorted from the damage, and they weren't able to clearly see what the Hollow looked like, a primal fear welled up in all three of them and made their hands itch for their zanpakuto.

"Meryl…" Vicenta mumbled as the room cooled, standing slowly, "Send this to my father. Now."

"Understood, Mistress Vicenta."

Sighing, the young Arrancar sat back in her chair and crossed her arms over her chest, staring at her keyboard without really seeing it.

She was starting to see what her mother had meant when she had said, so many times over, "Now we're fucked".

As Vicenta walked out of her lab and back to her room, chewing on her thumbnail, she was hardly aware of Tesla's presence.

Grimmjow had had to go back to the Seireitei for some reason or another (Vicenta was planning on having a talk to him about spending too much time with that Kurosaki), leaving her to mull over what she had seen.

She had gone over the footage, frame by frame, countless times, and done her best to come up with a composite image of the Hollow (which had clearly been a Vasto Lorde), but it still hadn't given her a clear picture of him.

And though she had completed her initial objective of salvaging what was left of PAPA's brain, so many new questions had arisen that had been left unanswered…

Why had the Vasto Lorde attacked?

What had its power level been?

Would it strike again?

Would it attack El Sanctuario?

…Had she really been seen, like her father had said?

And if she had been seen, had they been followed back home…?

Vicenta sighed heavily, jadedly, and pinched the bridge of her nose, continuing on her path.

Damn, this was tiring…

"Miss Vicenta?"

She jumped and inhaled sharply, Tesla's presence having completely slipped her mind.

Tesla watched her calmly as she looked his way, opting to skip teasing her and instead suggesting, "Why not simply forget it for now? Thinking about it too much is only going to frustrate you and lead to you doing something irrational. A break for the evening will serve you well."

When the young Arrancar only stared at him, Tesla sighed internally and braced himself to be slapped, his body still responsive to Nnoitra's old abuse even so many years later.

So when Vicenta sighed and rubbed her temples, nodding in assent, saying Tesla was shocked would have been something of an understatement.

"You're right, you're right." She mumbled, "If I can't think of anything after two hours in my state, I won't be able to think of anything at all. I'll eat and go to bed… and start over again tomorrow."

Tesla blinked. It seemed his new ward, while prone to bursts of anger, was much more reasonable than his old master. And, while he did (in a more than slightly masochistic way) somewhat miss the harsh treatment, he did appreciate her compliant attitude.

Keeping his appreciation to himself, though, Tesla followed her silently as she walked to the cafeteria and had a quick meal, blinking when he saw that her entire plate consisted of nothing but human cuisine.

"I believe Hollow would revitalize you much more effectively…" Tesla pointed out, sitting across from her.

Vicenta looked up at him from her cucumber sandwich, taking a bite, chewing and swallowing, "You do know that I'm half human, right?"

"Ah…" He hadn't been planning on bringing it up, considering he didn't know if it was a taboo subject or not, but since she had asked… "I've heard… rumors about that, yes. I knew that Aporro had been a human when she had first started mating with Szayel Aporro, and that you were born before she was an Arrancar, but I…"

"Thought I was a test-tube baby? Nope." Vicenta shook her head, taking another bite and swallowing before going on, "My mom carried me full term."

"Ah…" Tesla blinked, shocked.

"Mmm-hm." The young Arrancar nodded, taking a drink of her juice before going on, "Anyway, what that has to do we me not eating Hollow is this; I can't really stomach it unless its under specific conditions."

"Conditions?" Tesla wondered if, like Nnoitra, she would smack him if he got too inquisitive.

"In one condition, I can do it if I've released my Resurreccion." Vicenta elaborated, holding up first one finger, then a second, "In another, I can do it if I'm down to my last sliver of strength and surviving thanks to my Arrancar side, alone. A third is if the insatiable urge hits me… And there are a few others, but they're pretty insignificant." Vicenta waved her hand before turning back to her sandwich.

"I see…" Tesla could only imagine what sort of situations she must have gone through in the past to discover these conditions…

Then again, her father was Szayel Aporro Grantz, so they probably hadn't been too harrowing. It was his understanding the scientist didn't even allowed his mate to release her Resurreccion for training; she'd only been free to do it once before he had expressly forbade her from doing it again, and no one but the former Octava, himself, had been allowed to bear witness to it.

The man could be very, very protective of what was his…

Tesla blinked and stood as Vicenta finished her meal and left the cafeteria, walking behind her and slightly to the right as she pulled one of the many handhelds he'd seen circulating amongst some of the Arrancar out of her pocket and started typing something.

Observing her and not really paying attention to his surroundings, Tesla followed her through several corridors and small rooms before she finally turned her handheld off and glanced at him, frowning.

"…Miss Vicenta?" Tesla blinked.

"I know my father ordered you to follow me and all…" Vicenta began, quirking a brow, "But I think this may be crossing the line."

Tesla blinked again, confused, "…Miss?"

Vicenta narrowed her eyes slightly, "Tesla, go somewhere else."

Now it was Tesla's turn to frown. "I'm afraid I can't do that, Miss Vicenta. Your father has asked that I, for the next four months, follow you as closely as possible and make sure you don't do anythi—"

"I know what my father asked, Tesla." Vicenta cut him off sharply, her eye twitching, "And I'm telling you this is taking it too far. Get out of my room."

Tesla blinked, derailed. "Your… room…?" He looked around, blinking.

They were in a spacious room with a four-poster but canopy-less bed, the columns of which simply ran straight up into the ceiling. There was a large, dark blue rug between the door and the bed, a desk over in the far left corner with bookshelves on both sides that were nearly bursting, and a door in the wall on the right that, presumably, led to the bathroom. He didn't look much more, but he did see shelves lining the walls…

It was a standard layout for the personal quarters of every person saying in El Sanctuario.

And he'd… followed her… here…

"Tesla." When the blonde's attention snapped back to her, Vicenta turned to face him fully and looked right into his eyes, speaking slowly and carefully as if she were talking to someone who wasn't all that bright (a habit she had picked up from her father). "I want to take a shower and go to bed now. Please, get out."

Tesla stared at her for a moment, gapping ever so slightly, then shut his mouth with an audible clack as his teeth met and flushed, turning sharply on his heel and hurrying out the door he had unknowingly passed through on his way in.

Vicenta stared after him with a quirked brow, then rolled her eyes and walked to her bathroom, her clothes dropping to the floor as she went.

"Honestly… men."

Grimmjow stumbled into his mate's room with a wince and a feral grin, relishing each and every smarting wound Ichigo had left on him.

Fuck, time had done wonders for that kid's technique…

When the panther Arrancar saw the from of his mate, naked, pale skin bare and body sprawled out on top of her comforter and sheets instead of under them, he felt himself get even more excited, though in a much different and far more heated way.

Grin widening and sore muscles drawing taught, Grimmjow slid over to the bed without a sound, feeling anticipation welling up almost painfully in his chest the closer he got (and looking not unlike a cat about to pounce a gopher hole while doing it).

When she moaned softly and rolled over, he automatically froze, his breathing stopping completely and his eyes narrowing to slits as his lean, muscled body trembled with anticipation.

…One look at her face and form, though, drained him of that completely.

The tips of her fingers, as always, were bruised, though they were now also accompanied by dozens of thin, red lines that probably went far deeper than they appeared to be. He could only guess how many gloves she must have gone through that day. Her arms and legs trembled with each exhale, and her feet were red and blistered from toe to heel, her body not used to being out of the lab for the kind of excursion she'd gone out on the previous morning.

…Her face was drawn with stress and pale, her jaw set tightly and deep bags starting to form under her eyes, which were flickering back and forth rapidly under her eyelids.

If he had to guess, he'd say she was having another nightmare… she always had those after one of her projects or another produced particularly gruesome results. And, considering what they'd seen on the computer in her lab earlier, he was already completely sure he knew what was stressing her so badly, even in her dreams.

Grimmjow let his eyes sweep her form a few times before he exhaled, long and loud, his entire body relaxing and the balls of his feet finally meeting the floor as he crossed the final stretch to the bed, padding now rather than stalking.

Leaning Pantera against the wall next to Gavilan Pintado, the former Sexta quickly stripped and slipped in with feline ease next to her, easily sliding the blankets out from under her and drawing them up.

When Vicenta immediately turned towards him and curled up against his chest, Grimmjow stared down at the top of his mate's head with a blank face before he finally glared down at her slightly, sighing and setting a hand on her back to draw her closer.

"You idiot…"

Fun in The Sanctuary~!

Boobs, Boobs, Boobs…!!

"Thus, if you calculate first the surface area of half of a sphere, or four pi 'r' squared over two, and then add that to the volume of a sphere…"

Szayel's fingers fly across his faceless keyboard, making symbols only he can understand line up and fall down on the screen as several pairs of widened, wondrous eyes watch the process, enwrapped with what the scientist is saying.

"Or four thirds pi 'r' cubed over two, you would then add the resulting two variables together…"

Two equations combine into one, resulting in an entirely new formula that is slowly being processed and made for the specific purpose of answering one all-important question.

"And multiply that number by two, as such things usually do, and indeed preferably, come in pairs. Converting the number you get from that into pounds is something a smidge more complex, but just enough that I don't want to spend all day explaining the finer mathematics to you so I'll just do that part and we can skip straight into comparing our chosen subjects."

Surely, as each moment passes, the testosterone levels in the room rise higher and high as the males get more and more excited, and even more so when images of the 'subjects' appear on the screen.

"Assuming we're considering not just epidermal layers, but also muscles, lobules, fatty tissue, areola and nipple tissues, the densities of these will also have to be factored in, so I'll just do that and…"

Though he will do his best to act oblivious, Szayel can tell he is being revered as something of a god right now and is reveling in it. The saying that 'nerds make better lovers' isn't entirely false, after all; if they're good boys who study hard, they know their anatomy quite extensively.

"There you have it. In terms of volume and density and of our four chosen candidates, Tia Halibel has the largest breasts. After is Aporro, followed by Orihime Inoue, and ending with Vicenta Acere Grantz…"

Yes, Szayel isn't proud that he had had to include his own daughter; actually, he has been planning on making Grimmjow pay somehow. However, when the cat Arrancar had found out about this 'meeting of minds', he had been blackmailed into including her…

…Of course, now he simply wishes he had given this up from the get go and told Aporro himself.

"…What in the fuck is going on in here?!"

"I-I-Ichigo?! Are those my…?!"

"…"

"…I would haul ass if I were you."

The room clears quickly, save Szayel and Aporro, the former of whom has been slammed back onto his keyboard by the latter and is laughing sheepishly under her intense glare.

"…You get the couch." Aporro growls, forcing her spiritual pressure down on him and cutting off his air supply, "For a century."

…One hundred sexless years for ten minutes of computer-simulated boob comparisons…

…Szayel decides he definitely should have told his mate.

However, Szayel does realize something as his mate presses down against him, his mind easily blocking out her screaming, ranting and scratching:

What fine, glorious examples of breasts they are.