It's been a while since I last updated mainly because I had my finals and I had a job afterwards.

Anyway, I want to thank XxItalyangelxx, zop doop, AizenLover529 and AnimeLuvr13 for reviewing. Your reviews really helped me finish this chapter. And to those who Alerted and Favourite-d this story! You don't know what they mean to me.

This chapter is dubbed 'Espada Time'! You'll see why!

Warning: Strong language, some OOCness, violence/gore, sexual content.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, if I did then Grimmjow and Ichigo would be together having mind-blowing sex every second.

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"You sound so surprised Kurosaki-kun" Urahara chuckled as he pushed off the window.

"I just didn't think that you would stoop this low, especially after you knew about my history with Xcution."

"True, true", waved his hand in the air, as if he were trying to get rid of a bad smell. "But that's all water under the bridge now, is it not? I even let you have Giriko. Aren't I a nice guy?"

Ichigo said nothing as he watched the man. Despite the fact that he owed his life to the man, he wasn't about to fall into his little games. The passing moonlight shone briefly on the man, allowing the oranget to see him clearly for the first time and wasn't in the least shocked by the state of the man. His usual neat blonde hair was messy, strands not hidden by his usual green and white pinstriped hat pointed in all directions. His clothing was wrinkled and carried hints of blood and dust on it. As usual, he wore traditional wooden sandals but they more worn out than normal, indicating that they had been used a lot in long distance travels or fast movement.

"You look like shit Urahara."

"Why thank you for the very obvious note on my appearance. But we have more pressing matters to deal with."

Sighing, Ichigo tossed his blooded shirt on to the floor and sat down on the edge of the bed. Titling his head to the side, he gave the older man the floor to speak.

Pulling out his ever-present fan, he opened it and covered his face as he began to speak. "Do you have any idea how much trouble you have placed us all in? Allowing Shirosaki to have your body while in Las Noches, that has to be one of the stupidest things you have ever done. And I have seen you do stupid things since you were fifteen. We agreed that you wouldn't let him."

"No, we didn't. You put the idea on the table, everyone but Shiro and I agreed to it."

"So you disobeyed direct orders for what? A little slap and tickle?"

The brown eyed male fisted the sheets he was sitting on to stop himself from attacking the man. "I did as directed; I've got Grimmjow wrapped around my little finger. Do my methods need to be questioned because of it?"

"They do! You've made Aizen suspicious which is why we sent in Ginjō."

"Aizen isn't even my concern, so why would he care?"

Urahara began to pace the room as he wondered how much he should tell the boy. So much had happened since he went into Las Noches and so many pre-cautions had to be taken to make sure that everyone who was undercover wasn't busted. The blond had been running his operation for years, long before the oranget was born and he wasn't about to let all his hard work go down the drain just to help bail out some kid who couldn't watch his own back. Even before meeting Ichigo, he'd been cleaning up the kid's messes; he just didn't know that it was the kid's. Having over dozens of mutilated bodies lying around the city wasn't something he wanted the Gotei 13 digging into.

"Kurosaki-kun, you abandoned your body to Shiro, fine. But when both of you leave it unattended, guards start making reports and soon Aizen starts to do his own digging. When he looks into you, he finds me and the rest of us. We can't risk everything for you."

"I'm not asking you to. If Aizen tries to find anything, he won't."

"And how can you be so sure?"

"I have my own connections Urahara."

Thanks to the fan, the blond was able to hide his astonishment very well. This was one of the things he didn't like about the killer. The oranget had the strangest connections with some people and was never willing to share them. He knew things before they happened; he knew who in the Gotei 13 made deals with drug lords and terrorists. It may be the reason he was able to last so long on the streets without getting caught. But having something within Aizen's circle was unheard of. Many had tried and had been killed; they were all very loyal to the man. The only people closest enough to the Las Noches leader were Ichimaru Gin and Tosen Kaname. Which one of them was it?

"I have something you might be interested in", Urahara said smoothly as he changed topics.

"And what would that be?"

"I think I've found her."

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Grimmjow followed the small female as before to Ichigo's room. From what Zommari told him, her name was Jackie and one of the only two females of the Xcution group. Nnoitra told him that she was a fighter but nothing that they couldn't handle. Starrk had found a large tunnel located directly under the building that could be used as an escape route if the mansion came under attack. He was also generous enough to inform the Espada leader of where each member of the terrorist group would be when they went to kill them off. After Ulquiorra spoke to Szayel, the scientist had discovered an interesting piece of information that the brat that neglected to mention. But it no longer matter now that Tia and Nel would be arriving before dawn to collect them.

"This is Ichigo's room. Your room is down the hall to the left. If you get hungry, go back the way we came and take a left and you will find the kitchen."

With that she walked away without so much as glance in his direction. The Espada leader frowned and pressed into the room, only to find Ichigo standing hear the window, completely within his own head. Normally he would have left the brat alone but at that moment, he couldn't have cared less.

"We're leaving."

The oranget glanced at him briefly before focusing on the window once more. "Why?"

"Don't ask questions you already know the answer to."

Ichigo smirked as he moved towards him. "Oh?"

Grimmjow grabbed his waist and forcefully slammed their hips together. Both of them were still hard from earlier and the friction created through the thin material of their trousers was tantalising. "It may have taken me awhile but I finally figured out why you brought the Espada here."

"And why is that?" He muttered, inclining his head upwards so that their lips brushed lightly together.

"To kill Xcution." There was a lack of response but the shut-call wasn't expecting one. "Despite the fact that you could have easily taken care of all of them by yourself, you didn't. Bringing me here, you knew that I would find out that they are Aizen's henchmen and thus requiring them to be eliminated. Quite a smart move I must admit. The question is as to why you wanted the Espada to take care of them."

"You already have the answer don't you?"

A large feral grin spilt across the Espada leader's face. "You wanted to have my guys warmed up for the real fight."

Pressing their lips roughly together, Ichigo spoke against them. "Very good. I should have given you more credit."

Sliding his hands down to the oranget's thighs, Grimmjow lifted him and backed up to the wall near window. "You know Kurosaki, I like you. And it's because I like you, that I don't trust you."

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Yukio slammed the door to his room shut. He wanted to break something or kill someone. How could Ginjō give up one of their own so easily? Did they mean nothing to him after so long of being together? He knew that they shouldn't have gotten involved with Kurosaki Ichigo again, especially after what happened the last time. The blonde could still feel that fear that ran along his spine from the sight of the oranget. Sure, at that moment in time, he had enjoyed what they were doing, anyone would; but years later after their victim becoming one of the most notorious murders in Japan? Yukio was surprised that he wasn't killed on the spot.

"Yukio Hans Vorarlberna, I presume?"

The said male jerked back in surprise. "Lights on!" A second passed before the command was registered and the blond had to stop from letting out a shriek. Before him stood an Espada, the one he feared the most: Ulquiorra Cifer, the cuarto Espada. "H-how did you get in here?"

"Grimmjow instructed me to only use a small portion of my power but as it has been quite a while since I have need it, please remain where you are as I do not want it going off anywhere near me."

The emotionless male clapped his hands together, a sluggishly pulled them apart. Green static flickered to life, growing thicker until it spanned about two inches. Yukio stumbled backwards until he reached the door. Frantically, he clasped the knob and tried to open it up. It refused to budge. Panic clogged his throat, making it impossible for him to scream for aid. He knew very well that the teasers he had in the bedside drawers were useless. Maybe if he had been lucky and gotten a different member of the Espada then he could have stunned the person momentarily, but that were if he was even able to move a single step before being killed.

"I knew that we shouldn't have helped you guys!" Yukio bellowed, his voice drowned out by the piercing sound of static. "Ginjō was a fool to believe that Kurosaki wouldn't come for his revenge!"

Ulquiorra glanced up at the boy. "I am here under Grimmjow's orders. I do not know anything about with Tensa Zangetsu."

Those words only deepened the despair the blond felt. Why? Why did the Espada want them dead? Xcution had never done anything wrong to them. Was it because of Aizen? Yukio tried effortlessly to warn Ginjō of joining forces with the likes of the man, every member did. He didn't know what it was that the businessman had promised his leader, but it had to have been good.

"Yukio Hans Vorarlberna; do not move."

Obviously, the boy did not listen. He released the doorknob and ran towards the bed. In his desperate attempt to make his escape through the window, he tripped over his own feet, landing face first on the bed. His knees slammed painfully on to the ground, placing him in a kneeling position.

"Luz de la Luna."

A silence rang out through the room. The blond held his breath, afraid of what the implications might be. Ever so carefully, so slowly, Yukio raised his head, fisting the sheets in his hands as he did so. As he turned his head, a reflection of green hit his sight. It grew wider as did his eyes. Ulquiorra had thrown it at him. His legs were locked in dread, knowing that he would never be able to dodge it in time. The column of static released an unconscious wave of heat, burn his skin and sizzling his tongue that tried to cry out. Layers upon layers of his face, arms, legs, everywhere crackled and peeled off his body, revealing the blistering meat of his person.

Yukio was still aware of everything, despite the pain he was going through. The tip of the lance licked his cheek, severing every blood vessel within it. Instead of clean break he was expecting with the contact, it clawed at his disfigured face. His eyes watched as his flesh was rip off and scattered into the air. It was like a drill almost, tearing and destroying everything in its path. When it touched his teeth, a shrill sound echoed in his head. The natural action to cover his ears took over, his hands reaching up; never making it as right one came into contact with static, slicing it into piece. The yell of pain came out as a gurgle of blood from his swelled up tongue, trailing down his chin.

'Is this it?' Yukio wondered. 'Is this how I am to die?'

Everything sped up; the lance shot straight through his head, shredding it apart. Yukio Hans Vorarlberna's last sight was of that pale, emotionless Espada with his back turned, on the phone.

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"You're already back for the second round, I see?" Shūkurō Tsukishima sighed as he took in the male before him.

"What can I say? I'm a fucking persistent guy."

Tsukishima gestured for the other to follow him into the door they stood before. Despite the fact that the Xcution member usually hated having people in his room, he had to admit that this man intrigued him since their earlier fight that day. Stretching his arms above his head, he moved over to the cabinet near his bed and opened it. Inside was a large collection of blades from katanas and wakizashis to butterfly swords and hook swords. Running his finger along all of them, he decided on his usual katana, Book of The End.

"Are you still insisting on fight me bare-handed, Nnoitra?"

The quinto Espada crackled with laughter as he rolled his shoulders. "It's not me you should be worried about."

The Xcution member clicked his tongue but otherwise gripped his sword with both hands. "It brings shame to me as a swordsman to have unfair advantage over my opponent."

"It should me saying that as I'm about to be fucking serious."

The brown eyed male tensed as Nnoitra removed his shirt, expose his thin but muscular body. Instead of an attack, the taller male simply stretched his arms and popped various bones in the process.

"What are you doing?"

"Give me a fucking minute asshole. It's been a while since I've had to fight seriously. I don't wanna fucking hurt myself in the process."

Tsukishima kept his eyes trained on him, waiting for the second it looked like an attack was going to come. As a swordsman, he prided himself in his ability to read his enemies movements, being able to avoid wounds unless absolutely necessary. For a brief moment, the scar near his eyebrow gave a tremor of pain. Doctors had told him that it was impossible for the nerves there to feel anything and he was given diagnosis of experiencing psychogenic pain. The Xcution member guessed that he deserved to feel that pain after everything he'd done to Kurosaki Ichigo's body. If it weren't for the scar, he probably wouldn't have believed that it had actually happened.

Nnoitra's skin along the sides of his body rippled. The sound of cracking bones echoed throughout the silence of the room followed by a low groan. Ever so carefully, the skin under his armpits budged as blood began to seep out of it. Tsukishima's eyes remained focused on the area, almost gagging as he watched the flesh tear open and fingers reach out into the air. The left side of the body moved much faster, those new fingers curled onto the outside of the body and pulled itself further out. The hand slide down the side and continued to remove itself from within until it was completely free.

The new arm was slick with bodily fluids that dripped onto the carpeted flooring of the room. It flexed itself before reaching over to the other one that was stuck halfway in the body and yanked it out. Instead of being translucent or covered in blood as the Xcution member experience, the set of arms were only wet.

"What are you?" Tsukishima asked, panic lacing his voice.

Swinging his two sets of arms, Nnoitra merely gave him a lazy look. "Doesn't fucking matter, now does it?"

Normally, despite everything the swordsman would never allow his fear to depict his actions but he couldn't stop his body as it propelled forward. His blade instinctively went for a horizontal slash that caught the Espada's right arms, taking them off cleanly. The two limbs fell to the ground as the brown eyed male jumped back. Both males watched as they bounced slightly and rolled until coming to a stop near the foot of the bed.

"What a fucking waste of perfectly good flesh, Xcution." Tsukishima drew his clumsily gaze back to the taller male and held back a scream as he watched the two severed arms grow back rapidly. "Been a real long time since someone's done that; let me repay the favour."

Nnoitra walked calmly forward, arms still at his sides. The Xcution member wanted to move, to run and to fight but his body had given up, knowing that it was useless from him to try. His mind bellowed out commands to stab the katana through his heart and go warn Ginjō. His heart wept silently, praying to be forgiven for all of the sin that he committed.

"I thought this was just supposed to be a fight", he muttered.

The quinto snorted loudly. "Orders are orders asshole. But even if this was supposed to a friendly fight, I still would have killed you."

Each hand gripped along the sides of the body, digging blunt nails into the skin. That homicidal piano-wide grin spread across Nnoitra's face as he watched the terror play through the Xcution's eyes. Thanks to his long fingers, he stretched them across the other's back and dug them in along the spinal cord. Gradually, his arms began to spread out, never relinquishing his hold on the body. Tsukishima's shriek filled the air as he felt his body being ripped apart.

"You know? I thought that it would be fun if I tore you in half but after thinking about it, it would take fucking way to long. Why don't I just take out your ribcage instead?"

Tsukishima's arms lay uselessly by his side, the katana long forgotten. He stared blankly at the ceiling, his mouth wide which released a continuous roar of his pain and dread. First there was the stinging sensation of the flesh being torn. Fissures of split skin opened along the length of his frame, blood seeping out. Those damned long fingers slipped inside, running along the edge of his ribs. It was a wonder that his body hadn't gone into shock already. He could feel the blood that he'd lost and kept losing.

He jolted violently as he felt those hands slide between his lungs and ribs. Due to the last of space, his already laboured breaths turned into short wheezes of gasps. A gurgle of blood spat out his mouth and one to Nnoitra's bare chest. The Espada was pressing down on his vital organ with his thumbs flickered ever so slightly against his heart. The hands suddenly slammed up against his rib, crackled back slightly. Tsukishima couldn't even cry out properly, he was too busy trying breath in his new restriction.

"Normally, I never wanna fucking draw out a person's death", the quinto said as he looked out the window. "But it's been a long fucking time you know? Now I feel fucking terrible and I don't like that."

The set of arms at his back had finally dug through the meat of his person and joined the other two on the other side of the lungs. Smiling, Nnoitra tensed his arms then his hands smashed brutally against the bone. Instead of stopping like the last time, the cage continued to moved outwards, tearing through the flesh on its path to be free. This time, Tsukishima didn't care that he couldn't breathe and release a blood-curling shriek. The ribs gleamed in the light of the room and the taller male stretched his arms cracking until they lay along the other male's side. Carelessly, Nnoitra dropped the body on the ground, not even glancing as the organs slid out in the process.

As Nnoitra stared down the cadaver, he wiped his arms down on a cushion from the couch. "See? Now I don't feel so fucking bad anymore."

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Grimmjow released a low groan as Ichigo continued to roll his hips. Both of them were naked, tangled in the sheets of their temporary bed taking not only to pass the time but to try and sate their uncontrollable lust for each other. After the shut-call's declaration of distrust, it turned into an intense stare off, both having things to say and ask but knowing very well that it wasn't the right time. It was time that they really needed for that conversation. Few moments passed until the gazes dissolved into their want, grinding roughly against the wall. But it wasn't enough, the clothing was to restricting, it concealed too much. Even after having flesh on flesh, being against the wall limited their touches which led to the use of the bed.

The oranget lay the other down, running his hands along those muscular thighs, purposefully avoiding the area that required the most attention. Ichigo somewhat repeated the position they used the first time in the showers, instead with the blue eyed male laying down. He teased Grimmjow's erection against his entrance, enjoying the stained look on the man's face not to immediately thrust in. He could feel his hole open up, begging to be used. A part of him wanted the man to just go ahead and do it but they both knew that if it happened, they wouldn't leave the room anytime soon.

Sucking in a sharp breath, Grimmjow watched as the small male tried to grasp both their erection in his hand; stroking them firmly but clumsily. Despite the fact that 'cute' wasn't a word that he would use during sex or any other time, he had to admit that the sight of Ichigo, flushed in the face, teeth chewing on his bottom lip, trying desperately to pleasure both of them with one hand was pretty damn cute. Removing his hands from behind his head, he reached forward, smacked the oranget's hand away and placed his instead. The other hand gripped on to his hips, fingers pulling one butt cheek to the side.

An understanding passed between them and Ichigo reached forward, sliding his fingers into the shut-call's mouth. Feeling the cyan eyed man's tongue weaving in between his digits send a wave of pleasure coursing throughout his body. His erection flinched, pearls of liquid dribbled down the side of the heated flesh. Pulling back his fingers, his drew his hand round his body using the other one to spread his other butt cheek. Without hesitation, he rammed his fingers up his entrance, stabbing his prostate in the process. A loud gasp echoed into the room and Ichigo slumped over slightly before continuing his actions.

"You know Ichigo, I just noticed that we shared a common ability", Grimmjow panted out.

Mewling, the brown eyed man gazed down at him. "And you think now is the time to talk about this?"

"Just thought I should let you know."

"And what―!" Ichigo was cut off by two movements. The shut-call sped up his stroking and one of his fingers deciding to join one of the oranget's inside him. "What…is that?" He puffed out.

"We can both re-generate."

The orange haired male took a quick moment to ponder on it and realised that it must have been true. Grimmjow had taken out a piece of his forearm and he had damaged some of the other's nerves. Smirk formed on his lips. It was becoming harder and harder to find a way to kill the Espada leader.

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"Now this is exactly the way things should be; bitches in the kitchen!"

The two females turned abruptly to face the man, eyes narrowing. Behind them stood Yammy Llargo, the décimo Espada. They had to admit that the man was tall, not as tall as the quinto but it was his large form that frightened them more.

"Can we help you with something?" One of them asked.

Yammy looked down at the woman and smirked. She was pretty with full lips and a bust that wasn't too big. He was delighted by her rich coloured skin which reminded him of a woman whom had kicked his ass many years ago. That was the first time he'd ever been taken out by a woman and he'd never forget it.

"What's your name?"

"Jackie; this is Riruka. Are you lost? Did you need me to show you to your quarters?"

Instead of answering, the décimo leaned forward, hands into front of him which he wrapped around both their frame. Riruka gave a small scream while Jackie remained passive, eyes never leaving the man. Yammy raised them both into the air, above his head and grinned.

"Do you know what's going to happen?" He asked gleefully.

"You're going to kill us."

"That's right; anything to say before that happens?"

Riruka yelled out. "HELP! SOMEBODY HELP US! I DON'T WANT TO DIE! PLEASE SOMEONE HAVE ME!"

Jackie gave her co-worker a short glance and sighed. "Do what you wish."

Yammy laughed as he crashed them down onto the very kitchen counter they were previously on. The pleasant sound of cracked bone filled the air, replacing those high-pitched bellows. He continued to slam them down, disfiguring their bodies, spraying blood across the room as he waved them about.

"Yammy, that's enough. We have to leave", a new voice said.

Glancing behind him, "Always the buzz kill Zommari." He said as he tossed the bodies into the air a final time.

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Ginjō paced back and forth in his room. He was nervous; waiting was never something he was good at. Aizen told him that he would arrive in the morning but what if the Espada found out about their connection before that? Would they kill the Xcution members? Most likely, considering the grudge that Ichigo still held on them would come to play.

"Kūgo Ginjō, may I have a moment of your time?"

The Xcution leader jumped in surprised, turning to face the intruder. Leaning lazily against the wall was Coyote Starrk, the primera Espada. He looked up at the ceiling, dark bags seen under his eyes in the process. His wavy dark hair was messier than usual as were his clothing. It was easy for someone to see that the man was sleep-deprived. But Ginjō was no fool; he knew that the man was much more dangerous when he ran on lack of rest.

"Is there something I can help you with?" Ginjō asked.

It would have been pointless to ask how he got in; the man would never have given him a straight answer anyway. Moving forward, the Espada glanced around the room as he stopped a metre from the other.

"Since I don't have a gun present", Starrk paused to yawn. "Please tell me your preferred way to be killed."

There was a silence then Ginjō broke it with a bout of hysterical laughter. He leaned back against his desk, clutching his sides. But the Xcution leader didn't really find the situation amusing. No, he was trying to buy time in order to think of a plan to escape the man. Despite his lazy attitude, there was a reason Coyote Starrk was Grimmjow's primera and he wasn't ready to find out exactly why that was.

"What makes you think that you can kill me? You can't match me in hand-to-hand combat! From the information I've gathered, you're a long-range fighter!"

The primera gave him an unimpressed look. "Just because I am usually a long-range fighter, that doesn't mean I don't have other ways of dealing with you." Raising his hand, Starrk drew his finger over his left eye. Without flinching, he pressed his fingers into his skull and plucked out his eyeball. Before Ginjō could take a look at the inside, the eyelid shut. "Shall I tell you an interesting fact about me that only Grimmjow knows?"

Frowning, the Xcution leader hesitantly took a step back. "And why would you tell me?"

"Because you're going to die", without waiting for a response, he continued. "This eye isn't mine. I don't have a left eye. This belongs to my younger sister; it allows her to see what I see when we aren't together."

"So what's really behind that eyelid?"

Smirking slightly, "That's what I'm about to show you."

Tension filled the air as Starrk closed his right eye as well. Moments passed and nothing happened but the anxiety that filled him only got worse. As he pulled in another breath, the Espada opened his eyes revealing one normal eye and a socket filled with darkness. Ginjō's gazed was completely captivated by that emptiness, trying to understand it, to discover what it really held. Just as he was about to turn, he saw a blue flicker of light from within its depths. His body moved on its own accordance and he reached forward, hand outstretched as if he was going to grab onto the light.

"What is that?" Ginjō asked breathlessly.

"Cero."

The light got larger and closer, and he longed to be embraced by it. He spread his arms out wide, never in his life had he felt so lonely and accepted. As the Cero erupted out of the darkness, it hit the Xcution leader in the centre of his head. It caused a fissure to shake throughout his body and the mark that appeared on his forehead extended downwards, cutting the body in half. On Ginjō's face was the most blissful smile that reflected the inner peace that he was able to find in those last few seconds of his life.

Each half of the body fell sideways, a fountain of blood burst free in the process, spraying across the room. Starrk gave the organs that fell messily to the ground a plain look as he slipped his sister's eye back into place.

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"Is everyone dead?" Grimmjow asked as he walked down the steps of the Xcution's headquarters.

"Every member is accounted for", Ulquiorra replied without removing his gaze from the long stripe of road before them.

Ichigo yawned tiredly as he leaned against one of the columns. He had to admit that the Espada worked fast. Not only had they managed to kill every member of the terrorist group at the same time, they did so without getting any blood on their jumpsuit, aside from Nnoitra who seemed to have bathed in his victim. Despite the fact that he was interested in knowing who got rid of whom, he was sure that they weren't big talker on that sort of thing; excluding the quinto once again.

"Nelliel is early", Starrk muttered as he sat up from the step he was laying on.

No one argued with the man as he did have the best eyesight out of them. But his statement was confirmed by the sound an engine getting closer, followed by the sight of two massive black Hummers racing side by side. The truck on the left jerked towards the other causing it to slide of the path, allowing it to come in first. When they both pulled to a stop, a figure jumped up through the sunroof, waving its hands.

"You cheated Tia! I would have won if you didn't!"

The winning Hummer rolled down the driver's window and replied. "You never said we had to play fair."

The oranget narrowed his eyes, trying to get a better look at the two female but the darkness pretended him. Instead he followed Grimmjow as the man entered the woman Tia's vehicle, sliding into the back seat. The interior was definitely larger than he expected. Yammy and two others would have been able to fit there without hassle. Ulquiorra sat in the passenger seat and the rest filed into the other Hummer.

"Harribel, take us to Fornicarás."

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A knock sounded on the door but the occupants of the room didn't bother to stir. A moment passed then it opened revealing a slim young male with long blond hair. He walked silently forward, unaffected by the seen before him. On the bed, his master was leaning back against the headboard, one hand holding a stack of papers while the other gripped the waist of a young girl that couldn't have been older that sixteen who rode him. In her mouth was a gag, preventing her from making any noise and her hands were bound together with cuffs.

"Findorr-kun, I thought I made it clear that did not what to be disturbed", his master calmly said as he placed the documents on the bed.

"Forgive me for intruding Your Majesty; I have vital information which I must share with you."

"Oh? What is it?"

"I have just received word from Ggio that Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez has escaped Las Noches along with the Espada."

His master guffawed, grounding his hips upwards into the girl. "Send a message to Aizen Sosuke stating: It takes a real ruler to control Pantera. Kind Regards, Baraggan Lousienbarin."

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To be honest the hardest challenge I had with this chapter was writing Nnoitra's part. It was just so difficult to get what was in my head on paper!

And as to why the Xcution members were helpless in their situations was due to the fact that the Espada tend to have a psychological effect on people unconsciously and consciously.

Thanks for reading and let me know what you think!

Until next time! (*￣▽￣)ﾉ