"Where could they have gone?" Saya thought, standing outside the entrance to the building that the two had been in.

She'd mentally kicked herself for falling unconscious, but remembered having managed a successful attack on Diva beforehand. She doubted it had killed her sister, however, as she undoubtedly wouldn't have made it very far had that been the case.

That man was something else entirely. They were going to need something more than what they had if they were to beat him. His speed, strength and battle-prowess surpassed the chevaliers and likely even Diva when the girl was at full strength. Yet there was only her and Haji who could fight him, and they had already proven they were no match. She doubted he was sensitive to gunfire either, which meant that David, Kai and Louis wouldn't be able to help anymore than against chiropterans. They couldn't allow those two to return to full strength. If that man was actually protecting her and following Diva's will the two would be unstoppable.

She shook her head.

"I can't think that way. There has to be a way to defeat that man or make him immobile."

It was at that thought that she saw something flash by her vision, and it drew Saya's gaze. They were on the thruway driving back to their hotel so it could have easily been a car, but she didn't think that was it.

"No, we're in a traffic jam. No car could drive that fast."

She rolled down the window and stuck her head out, gazing in the direction the flash had gone. As her eyes scanned the area she spotted someone standing on top of a lamppost.

"Chevalier? No. He looks different."

She noted with some surprise that he was wearing a very old-style outfit of Japanese clothing, plus he had what appeared to be a large sword bound across his back and…

"Orange hair?"

The fact that he wasn't a chevalier and yet was looking for something from atop the lamppost told her that he definitely wasn't human.

"Maybe another person like that man. He looks like he's searching for him."

And from the look in his eyes, they weren't friends.

Saya check to see if any cars were coming up along the shoulder before opening the door and closing it behind her, running over to the lamp post.

The man, who she saw was a boy around the age of Kai, noticed her and seemed surprised that she could see him. She gazed up at the teenager and asked him what his name was.

"Stupid. Why do chicks have so many kinds of dresses?" He complained, going through the "teen" racks of some expensive clothing store. The various other shoppers were eyeing him with disdain as he pulled one dress off of the rack after another,

"No, too stupid. No, too ugly. No, too fat. No, too orange. Who the hell makes a… five-hundred dollar dress orange?"

As he continued voicing his complaints at the store's "lack" of anything good one of the employees approached him.

"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to lea-"

"Here, hold this." He told her, shoving a dress into her hands.

"I don't wanna have to go looking for it and I'm not holding a dress. That stupid girl's more trouble than she's worth."

"Sir-"

"Don't you have anything that's… you know? Not stupid? All this stuff looks like it was cut from curtains or whatever."

She didn't get to say a single word as he continued to search and voice his complaints until finally, at the end of the rack, he discovered something that met his approval.

"There, that'll do it, and if she's got a problem with it that's just too bad." He thought out loud, walking past the girl who'd failed to be able to speak.

"Hey! You can't just leave with that!"

He stopped dead in his tracks and slowly turned to face her, revealing the sword in his belt in the process.

"What's that?"

"Uh…"

He stared right into her eyes and used them to burn through the pathetic girl's internal resolve in a second.

"N- nothing."

"What I thought." He remarked, leaving the store.

"I wonder what I'll name you." She contemplated out loud.

Diva had never really thought about naming them, she'd always just gotten stuck at how happy she was that they were going to be born.

"Hm… maybe Grimmjow will come up with something. As long as he doesn't call either of you Bruno or something like that." She joked, but they didn't laugh.

"Sorry, I guess it wasn't that funny." She apologized to the cocoons.

"Really though, what is taking that boy so long? If he were just going to get me one dress he should have been back by now."

Something clicked.

"Maybe he's getting me presents! Like a baby rattle or something! I bet he's rushing back right now!"

"You…have got…to be kidding me."

That's what he said when he saw how long the line was to get the clothes in this baby clothing place.

"What'd everyone have their brats today or what?"

The otherwise giddy or happy couples lost not just a little bit of their happiness when they saw a light-blue haired, sword-carrying man with a frustrated expression walking around the place looking for clothes for the kids.

"If those little brats have to get changed I'm gone. Seriously."

There was a child here with his parents, only about four years old, looking at the man as he picked through the tinyass little dresses wondering what the hell he was doing here.

"I was fighting and killing things for a living. Now look at me; shopping at freakin' babies r us for clothes for the cocoon-toddlers of a hundred-plus-year-old little kid herself."

"Stupid pink… isn't there anything not in pink?"

He looked up and saw a sign that read "PINK" above the section he was in.

"Oh, duh."

"Mom, why's that guy talking to himself?" The kid asked his parents who remained quiet, staring at him like they thought he was going to blow the place up. He walked over to the section the kid was in and glanced left and right.

Green and yellow.

"Eh, what the hell."

He started to reach for one of the dresses in the green section when he realized his sword and the dress he'd already taken were in the way.

"Ehhhhhh."

His eyes caught sight of the kid and he pulled the sword out of his belt before handing it and the dress to him.

"Here, hold these for a sec, will ya?" He requested before skimming through both sections and picking out dresses that he didn't really pay attention to but looked like stuff Diva would like. When he finished Grimmjow took the sword and dress back from the kid and rubbed his head.

"Thanks."

Then he walked out of the store, ignoring the calls of the employees behind him.

"This chick is gonna have to do something for me if this crap keeps up." He thought out loud irritably.