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.

"You WHAT?!"

Grimmjow looked away, rubbing the back of his head.

Vicenta sighed, standing perfectly straight and closing her eyes for the onslaught.

Tesla, the only one of the three showing any sort of real remorse, lowered his head guiltily, prepared to take the verbal lashing all three of them were about to receive by himself, if need be.

After all, he had failed his directive…

Szayel sat back in his chair in front of his largest computer, the chair in question turned around so the scientist could prop his elbow up on the armrest and lean his head at the temple against his palm.

And, in the middle of them all, paced Aporro, her hair whipping out behind her as she turned sharply back and forth every ten steps.

Her face was already red, her eye was already twitching, a vein was already bulging on her forehead…

Szayel sighed, calculating he had about two minutes left before he had to shoot her with the first dart.

"Tesla, I thought you were suppose to stop this kind of bullshit from happening in the first place!" Aporro hissed, turning on the former Fraccion first and storming over to him.

Tesla tipped his head up and stumbled back, looking down his nose at the woman as she got up close and personal in order to bark in his face.

Briefly, he wondered if he should protect his neck to prevent her from going straight for his jugular vein, like a rabid dog…

"—and fur— …Tesla, are you even listening?!"

"N-No, Ma'am." Tesla found himself muttering involuntarily. He immediately regretted his unwitting admission, because as soon as he'd said it he found himself flying across the room.

Grimmjow and Vicenta turned to watch him, abruptly snapping their attention back to Aporro when they heard a soft thump come from her direction.

Aporro was down on her knees, her mouth hanging open slightly and her eyes glazed.

Szayel stood behind her with a sigh, flipping his hair over his shoulder with one hand before 'adjusting' his glasses (more a tic then an actual attempt to move his mask) and crossing his arms over his stomach, staring at the trio of 'rebels' flatly.

"Tesla…" He began slowly, staring the former Fraccion down as he pushed himself to his feet, "I know my daughter can be rather… manipulative…"

Tesla nodded, standing up and rubbing his sore jaw as he walked back into place by Vicenta, who lowered her head sheepishly.

"However," Szayel went on pointedly, narrowing his eyes, "That doesn't excuse any of you…" He glanced at Grimmjow sharply, narrowing his eyes further, "Especially not you, Jaegerjaquez."

Grimmjow quirked a brow at the scientist, sneering and snarling, "Grantz, who the fuck gave you authority over me?"

Szayel's face smoothed in his irritation and he purred darkly, "We're in a borderline anarchist state as it is, Grimmjow. The least you can do is try not to encourage it." When the former Sexta twitched and scoffed, looking away, Szayel turned to his daughter and stared at her flatly, making her shift, "As for you… clearly you still don't understand the gravity of the situation you're bordering on provoking." He crossed his arms, glaring at her thoughtfully and mumbling, "We'll have to do something a bit more proactive…"

"'lread got a plan…" The four watched as a heavily drugged Aporro stumbled to her feet, shaking her head before glancing at Szayel, "Le's send her to the Seireitei for a bit…"

Szayel quirked a brow, "Interesting solution…"

Vicenta just gapped and looked between her parents, horrified.

"I was thinkin' she could go to Ukitake's squad…" Aporro went on, swaying slightly, "He's one'a the few captains there I trust, and he always seems to need help with those two third sheats of his competing and screwin' things up…"

"This solution keeps getting better." Szayel nodded, crossing his arms and regarding his mate's suggestion seriously.

Vicenta only got more horrified as her father got a thoughtful look on his face, clearly smoothing out the details in his own head, as if the plan were already set in stone. When she looked to Tesla and Grimmjow for help, she found the blonde nodding in approval and her mate…

Her mate…

Grimmjow had his head lowered, his arms crossed tightly across his chest and his shoulders shaking with silent laughter.

He found this funny!

The son of a bitch was laughing at all of this!

When Grimmjow looked at her face and only grinned widely, letting out a loud, barking laugh, Vicenta's chest puffed out angrily and her cheeks flushed, her eyes narrowing.

So, that was how he was going to take this, huh?

Well…

"Mom, Dad, I think that's a great idea."

All attention in the room turned to Vicenta.

The young Arrancar nodded seriously to her parents, smiling, "This whole situation with my projects and all has been rather straining. Maybe what I need is to mull things over in a quiet environment away from my labs…" She then looked over Grimmjow's shoulder and nodded to Tesla, her smile widening slightly, "Alone."

Tesla blinked, then realized the comment hadn't actually been directed at him, but rather at Grimmjow, who had tensed as soon as she had said it.

Vicenta, the former Fraccion realized, hadn't meant 'alone' ironically, as in a way for it to be taken that Grimmjow was to follow her when her parents weren't paying attention. She had meant it literally and in a mean-spirited manner, as in a way for it to be taken that she wanted to get away from Grimmjow, more than likely to punish him.

When Tesla glanced at Szayel to see what the scientist had to say he saw that the former Octava, too, had noticed his daughter's intent and was grinning sharply, his amber eyes shining behind his glasses as the lenses glinted brilliantly in the dim lighting of the lab.

Aporro wasn't much better, her lips parted and twisted in a sinister, dark smile, her teeth flashing brilliantly.

Tesla suddenly felt nervous as it hit him that he was trapped in a large, dark room with three bloodthirsty members of the Grantz family, and he had no idea where the door was.

…Tesla felt lightheaded…

"Well, Vicenta, if you find the idea so agreeable, then perhaps we will send you." Szayel said slowly, his tone highly amused as he rubbed his chin, "I'll just contact the Thirteenth Division Captain and make the arrangements…"

"Alright!" Vicenta said brightly, clasping her hands behind her back and perking up with a large smile, "I'll go and straighten things out in my lab so it'll run by itself for a few days!"

Szayel nodded, "You do that."

The girl giggled and nodded, turning and skipping out.

Tesla glanced after her, then glanced at Grimmjow, who was staring at her in indignant, open-mouthed shock.

Szayel walked up behind him and set his hand on the blue-haired Arrancar's shoulder, thin fingers curling slowly to clutch the clothed flesh even as Szayel smirked, "You've just received a healthy dose of Grantz-style revenge. Cheers."

Vicenta packed her bags quickly, the glee she'd practically been basking in on her way out of her father's lab, on her way to her lab, in her lab and then on her way to her room fading as she worked almost mechanically, folding several copies of her same uniform so neatly anyone would have guessed she was obsessive compulsive.

The painstaking precision didn't stop in just the folding, though, as she actually managed to fit ten full uniforms in a twelve by twelve inch white slip of a suitcase that was hardly thicker than the grip of Gavilan Pintado was wide.

As true as it was that the only reason she was agreeing to go to the Seireitei in the first place was to get back at Grimmjow for his pigheadedness, she could already tell she wasn't going to enjoy it.

Because of their bond, being around Grimmjow was almost like a primal need, and being away from him for extended periods of time could almost be like being tortured with sensory deprivation:

No sight, no sound, no color, no smell, no niggling presence in the back of her mind, that instinct that let her hone in on another's reiatsu purely by second nature…

She knew well what sensory deprivation was like.

Her father had used it to punish her once, though completely without her mother's consent, or even her knowledge. They both knew Aporro would slaughter Szayel if she found out her mate had used torture tactics to punish Vicenta, and the father and daughter had reached a silent agreement to keep the incident between them.

It was the whole experience to begin with that let her know what the torture was like, and she knew how things were going to be for her for the next few days… weeks… however long she was going to spend with the shinigami.

'…Still… Grimmjow shouldn't have been an ass.'

Childish?

Yes.

But Vicenta was very young, she rationalized in her own defense, and she was still allowed to be immature.

And immaturity included punishing Grimmjow when he was being an ass.

…Well, really, he was almost always an ass, but this was more 'ass' than usual (or so she thought; her mind had simply amplified what was actually a rather amusing situation, if she would take the time to analyze it) and he was gonna pay, damn it.

Besides, it wasn't like she couldn't have done much, much worse…

She could have, as she had frequently heard others in the compound state it, 'pulled a Szayel', which more often than not included a small, soundproof room, shackles, and torture ranging from poison testing to one-sided bloodplay.

Then again, Szayel could be absolutely in-fucking-sane, even Vicenta would readily admit that, and while she sometimes shared in her father's sociopathic nature, she would never take it that far…

Vicenta shook her head to clear it when she realized she'd been staring off into space for several minutes, closing her suitcase with a soft click.

Of course, she realized as she walked to her bedroom door, all of this would be moot if Captain Ukitake and/or Captain-Commander Yamamoto said she couldn't come, but she highly doubted that would happen.

Even if a majority of them didn't like it, the policy that was reigning in the Seireitei at the moment when it came to the inhabitants of El Sanctuario was for the shinigami to do everything they could to 'foster friendship', so chances were already in her favor.

And if her mother, the only Arrancar the Captain-Commander actually seemed comfortable negotiating with, her rude manner aside, was the one taking care of the talk, she stood at least at a seventy-five percent chance of ending up in the Thirteenth Division.

Good odds for even her and her father's high standards.

Just as Vicenta was nearing her door, it flew open to reveal a rather irate Grimmjow, whose shocking blue eyes narrowed at her the moment he saw her.

Vicenta stared at him in shock, momentarily derailed by the sudden violent assault on her door, then smoothed her features over and cocked a thin black eyebrow at her mate, her tone a smooth drawl, "May I help you, Grimmjow?"

"This is a fuckin' stupid ass way to sulk." Grimmjow growled, storming into her room and slamming the door shut with the same ferocity he'd used to throw it open in the first place.

Sighing in slight annoyance when her doorframe actually cracked from all of the rough treatment, Vicenta let a slightly scathing note enter her voice as she went on, "Dear, I'm hardly sulking, if you haven't noticed. Taking into account the last twenty seconds since you stormed back into the picture, I would actually consider myself quite composed, wouldn't you?"

Grimmjow twitched, then flashed forward and pinned her to her own bed, his lips smothering hers.

Her slick manner of speech, the way she was suddenly carrying herself, that goddamned fluid quirk of her eyebrow…

Vicenta was doing that thing she did when she started to emulate her father in order to get to him.

And it pissed him off.

She knew that, the uppity brat, and she knew that he knew that she knew that, which was why she was doing it. She wanted to get a rise out of him.

Well, fuck if that kind of action would be going unanswered.

Grimmjow slid one thick, well-muscled thigh between hers and grabbed her hips, rocking her body against him and making her ride his leg.

When she lay where she had been the moment he had pushed her down, prone and staring at the ceiling dispassionately, Grimmjow growled and grabbed her breasts, twisting harshly and biting her neck.

That Vicenta couldn't ignore, and when she hissed in pain but pressed up into his hands to get more, Grimmjow smirked. Fuckin' masochist…

As soon as she started reacting, Grimmjow promptly pulled away and stood, walking over to her bookshelf and skimming it like nothing had happened.

When he heard the springs of the bed creak as she stood, a wide, crooked smirk spread across his lips and he waited for the onslaught of rage, screaming, and inevitable passion that would come when the fighting got them both so horny they would practically tie their arms and legs in knots toppling over one another to get into bed.

A smooth swishing sound, her low, silky voice mumbling something, then another swish and a click and Grimmjow was left in silence and utter confusion.

The former Sexta blinked, glancing over his shoulder and looking around the room.

It was empty, and Vicenta and her suitcase were gone.

"…Well, fuck."

"Thanks, Cap'n Ukitake." Aporro slurred slightly, a dreamy, sluggish smile on her face as she swayed slightly and looked at the white-haired man on the screen, "We all ov'r here jus' need a couple 'a days ta calm down…"

"Oh, I understand what you mean completely." Jushiro smiled kindly, nodding, "When my condition flares from stress, I often find myself retreating to Ugendo…" His smile then turned sheepish and he closed his eyes, rubbing the back of his head, "Are you… alright? You seem a little—"

"Drugged ta shit?" Aporro snorted, falling flat on the keyboard in front of her and giggling insanely, "Y-Yeah; Szay said I was gettin' too riled, so he… he…" She started giggling again, rolling right out of the chair she was in and falling to the floor with a thud.

Jushiro's eyes widened and he leaned forward, as if trying to peer over the lip of the keyboard on her side of the connection, "Aporro?!"

His only answer was a bubbly giggle.

Szayel practically morphed out of the shadows and walked forward, sighing heavily and adjusting his glasses as his lenses flashed in the strong but subtle glow of the computer screen in front of him, "Thank you, Captain Ukitake. And I apologize for my mate's indiscretion…"

"Ah, there's nothing to apologize for, Szayel Aporro." Jushiro smiled pleasantly, chuckling and shaking his head, "Aporro is really a delightfully colorful young woman, and I find even when she's like this she's a rather… scintillating person to talk to."

"I like pie!"

Both men sighed as Aporro burst into another round of giggles.

"Aaah, just like when she came drinking with Shunsui and I during the star festival…" Jushiro chuckled, shaking his head.

"Hmm…" Szayel scowled lightly. He remembered that incident.

It had been what lead to him cracking down on Aporro limiting her drinks with her shinigami friends after she had come back and nearly killed the entire complex with an airborne virus when she had tripped over one of his trays to grope him.

Sensing the slight tension in the room, Jushiro coughed lightly into his hand and changed the subject, "If you'll send Miss Vicenta through senkaimon A-12, I'll have one of my men meet her in the Dangai."

"Hehe, Szayel, I can feel my pineal gland!"

Both of Jushiro's eyebrow's shot up into his bangs. Just what was the male Arrancar in front of him drugging his mate on?

"…Ah-hem, yes, well," Szayel adjusted his glasses, the lenses flashing in the light again, "If you don't mind, I have to… deal with my mate…"

"Hehe, Szaaaayeeeelll… I can feel one of your glaaaands…"

Szayel barely had time to slam his hand down on the power button to shut down his computer before he was flushing darkly and looking down into his mate's face, a muscle beneath his eye twitching as she grabbed him through his hakama.

"…That isn't a gland, Aporro…"

Aporro grinned up at him sluggishly, her hand kneading his testicles as she stumbled to her feet and leaned against him heavily, purring, "Well, pardon me for losing my basic anatomical knowledge when you go and drug me on funnily colored things that make me horny…"

Szayel's flush darkened and he choked on a groan, pinching the bridge of his nose until his eyes watered, "You have the libido of a damned adolescent, I swear…"

"One would think you would enjoy that…" Aporro managed before her lips were glued to his neck, her fingers still working on massaging the every-hardening, cloth-covered flesh in her hand.

Szayel ground his teeth, hissing softly and closing his eyes.

Shit, this woman had a way of making him feel young again…

Not that Arrancar aged by any measure, but they did tend to feel world-weary at times, and even more so in increasingly frequent bouts as time wore on.

But Aporro…

…She seemed like she was going to be the kind of Arrancar who would never feel the ravages of time.

"Hey, wanna do it on the keyboard this time?"

…And if she kept this up, Szayel probably would feel it too often, either.

Fun in The Sanctuary~!

Manly Men Play With Dolls…?

Szayel stares at the doll in front of him, his fingers laced and his amber eyes narrowed in focus.

Does she actually think she'll win this game?

Szayel has centuries of experience in sexual abstinence on her, and he has never and will never feel guilty to resorting to underhanded tricks.

Does she actually think she'll win this game?

Ha.

Szayel Aporro smirks darkly, reaching out and picking up the doll of his mate, created by his special Fornicaras ability.

Almost lovingly, he brushes a hand through the doll's hair and caresses its cheek with his thumb, making its little doll head bend on its little doll neck.

Briefly, he wonders where Aporro is, what sort of situation she must be in, and how embarrassed she must feel when and if she's reacting to his invisible hands ghosting across her body.

Smirking darkly, sinisterly, Szayel chuckles to himself and caresses the doll's little breast with his pointer and index fingers, tweaking where its tiny nipple would be (had the doll been that exact) and using the thumb of his other hand to stroke its crotch.

Does she actually think she'll win this game…?

"Hey, Szayel!"

The scientist, flushing darkly and panting his arousal, looks up at the screen of the computer in front of him, blinking when he sees a remarkably unfazed Aporro smirking back at him, waving something in her hand in front of the camera she's looking into.

He twitches when he sees, what appears to be, one of his Fornicaras dolls.

"Honestly, hon." Aporro sighs dramatically, smirking, "If you're going to plan on tormenting me with one of these things, you shouldn't leave them out where I can see them in passing."

Szayel twitches again, realizing the doll in his hand is a fake.

Aporro smirks, shoving the tiny her into her pocket and turning, walking off with a wave over her shoulder, "Have fun taking care of that little problem in your pants, Princess!"

…He is not a 'Princess'!! He is a man!! …Who just happens to play with dolls…

Szayel sighs heavily and growls, tossing the fake doll aside so he can lean back in his seat and reach underneath the waistband of his hakama.

He was not going to let her win this game.