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Alrighty.... Alrighty..... For those of you who might have played Final Fantasy IX, Zidane tells Garnet that she should say "alrighty" to blend in with common vernacular. :D Yeah so I'm so sorry I haven't updated in a while. First I got attacked bad rabid allergies that made me mizerable with a Z. Now I gots meds so I'm doing better. *Achooo!* lol. And then I had a very busy weekend the next weekend with a festival and stuff. So yeah I'm updating now! See! See!

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Summary: This story is a product of you imagination and does not exist in the real world. Please continue it in your head or go seek medical assistance! :D

Chapter 14: "Oh, Too Bad it Wasn't a Zipper" -Sassy

Several hours passed before Grimmjow decided to pay Orihime a visit. Without warning the teal-haired, foul-mouthed Espada kicked the door open and marched in as if he owned the place. His expression read irritated as if he didn't want to be there. But he'd come on his own will so Orihime couldn't understand the mood he appeared to be in. Orihime watched as his gaze focused on her but his mouth stayed in a grimaced frown.

"Okay princess, spill." He ordered as he settled himself comfortably on her couch. His glare was menacing and cruel.

"What would you like to know about Ichigo?" Orihime got over her initial startling from the Espada bursting into the room. She watched as he situated himself on the couch in several positions till he found one he figured was relatively comfortable. Though Orihime couldn't understand how.

"Everything." hissed Jaggerjaques with fervor.

Szayel Apporo Grantz flipped lazily through several text books while sitting at a desk in a semi-comfortable chair. He was currently in search of information about several chemical compounds. After a moment more of his book the pink-haired Espada set aside the thick text that contained none of the information he desired. He let out a tired sigh and reached for another book.

BAM!

Grantz shrieked like a girl as the door to his quarters flew open. He watched in surprise as the fourth Espada stormed into the room and quickly located him. Ulquiorra sonidoed forward and seized the other Espada's neck in a powerful grip.

"Ul-ulquiorra." giggled Szayel nervously. "What brings you... here?" His words choked out.

"I've been informed of a rumor that you are spreading." stated Schiffer. He tightened his grip on Grantz's neck for emphasis.

"Rumor? Rumor?" asked Szayel. "What rumor would that be?"

Green spiritual pressure built in the fist not clamped around Szayel's throat. Ulquiorra's cold emerald eyes bore holes into Grantz's head, while his grip continued to tighten, nails digging painfully into the skin.

"Oh. That... rumor." choked out Szayel quickly. His eyes darted off in a different direction. "Umm... Isn't it true?" He tied to put on and innocent charade and failed.

"Give me a really good reason why I wouldn't be inclined to cero your worthless ass." Stated Schiffer slowly and venomously. His demeanor gave off a not so subtle warning that he was far from the mood to be playing games.

"Please be reasonable." Szayel pleaded. He had trouble swallowing as Ulquiorra's eyes narrowed.

"How reasonable do you want me to be?" The fourth Espada's voice implied.

"I can help!" Grantz volunteered. He waved his arms around wildly, trying to get his point across. "I can be lots of help!"

"Convince me, Szayel."

"I can cover for you. Aizen might get suspicious or something."

"Why would I need an alibi?" He lifted the pink-haired Espada off the ground. Ulquiorra's eyes narrowed as he locked eyes him.

"Oh... Right?" Szayel's eyes darted nervously. His thumbs twiddled nervously.

"What are you hiding?" demanded Ulquiorra. His patience was running thin and he was really getting pissed at how evasive Szayel was acting. He had an inkling that the Pink-haired Espada was planning to do what Gimmjow did and blackmail him.

"Orihime slipped up a bit when I was talking to her the other day. Gin let me visit just for a bit. She mentioned something... suspicious." Szayel was groping for the right words.

Ulquiorra was silent as he just stared blankly. First Grimmjow, now Szayel; who else held this information?

"My lips are sealed as long as you meet my conditions." said Grantz persuasively. A malicious smile suddenly spread across his face. His hands tugged at Ulquiorra's iron grip on his neck.

Blackmail. Ulquiorra burned with anger inside. "What conditions?"

"Just give me permission to see the prisoner regularly, and I'll keep quiet and do any favors you might need."

"What is your business with the woman?" Ulquiorra was feeling rather suspicious as it seemed Szayel was asking for the short end of the stick. Something was up, Szayel always exploited his victims.

"Nothing of consequence." assured Szayel. "I simply want to expand my knowledge, and I need some questions answered about humans and their habits. Its for my research."

Ulquiorra took a moment to consider the offer.

"In addition, if you have any missions, as you most certainly will, I can see to it that world of the living food is delivered to Orihime's cell... and not by Grimmjow."

Ulquiorra's grip loosened and he released Szayel, who dropped to the floor with a thud. "Agreed. If I hear that you've been spreading rumors to other arrancar, then I'll be back."

Grantz watched Ulquiorra leave the room from the floor, before picking himself up. He dusted off his uniform and smiled to himself. "Too bad, Gin would've loved to hear about this." pouted Grantz. He massaged his abused neck while an evil grin played on his features. "But then again Gin is not an arrancar..."

"How's that feel?" asked Rukia. She was just finishing her healing kido.

"Better." replied Arturo. "I can still feel a bit of pain but it's nothing I can't deal with." The green haired arrancar stood up and put his blood stained uniform back on his shoulders. "It was foolish of me to have been so careless." Arturo's mood was sour due to receiving help from a soul reaper. After fixing his clothes the arrancar started off towards Las Noches again. Rukia followed quickly after him in a half jog to keep up.

"You mentioned meeting a Kuchiki before. May I ask who?" Rukia looked up at him from his right side. He was much taller than her. ('course most people are taller than Rukia)

Arturo glanced at her from the corner of his eyes. "You're going to insist on following me aren't you? What a mess." The arrancar shook his head. "I've met many Kuchikis, not just one." He answered her question. Arturo vaguely wondered if she was going to turn out to be a nuisance or get in his way. He didn't trust her for a second. After all the reapers wanted him dead.

"How long ago and who?"

"One just recently. He went by the name of Byakuya, if I remember. But you already knew that didn't you?" Arturo let a grin play on his features. he knew she wasn't asking about the kuchiki he met just recently. "As for the others it was so long ago I don't remember any specific names or faces. Just that they were of the Kuchiki clan."

"Oh." was all that Rukia could reply. Her face was slightly downcast and Arturo found himself wondering why against his better judgment. Reaper concerns are none of my business. Her feelings have nothing to do with me.

Suddenly Arturo halted his steps. Rukia stopped too out of confusion. The arrancar had an unreadable expression on his face, then he turned his attention to Rukia. "Do you intend to dog me where ever I go?"

"As long as our missions remain the same." She answered truthfully. Her expression changed to one of determination, and her posture straightened.

"In that case..." Arturo reached forward and grabbed Rukia's sides. She let out a gasp as his hands held her tightly. "We're going in from the other side. We'll let your reaper friends take them from this side first."

Before Rukia could so much as protest the ground vanished beneath them and when the surrounding reformed they were on the other side of Las Noches, the gray walls looming only about a half mile away. Arturo released Rukia and started for the building. "Don't slow me down reaper. You'd better prove yourself useful."

Rukia took a scarce moment to regain her bearings before racing after him.

Okay the new chapter is up. As I said before, I'm sorry and I've been busy busy. The next chapter should be leaning more toward romantic stuff so make sure to stay tuned. And for those of you who are aware of my artistic tendencies... I SOLD ARTWORK AT THE FESTIVAL I WENT TO!!!!! YAY!! I sold a picture of a wolf, and the picture i drew and colored of Albel and I also sold the picture of Toshiro Hitsugaya dressed like a rockstar with a guitar! If anyone is interested you can see the pictures on deviantart. Here is the link. Just remove the spaces. h t t p : / / s a i j - s p e l l h a r t . d e v i a n t a r t . c o m /

By the way I've been playing final fantasy IX and VII, is anyone familiar with the quote, "Fun is playing Scrabble with Mother."

Throughout this Fic there will be random ( ) these are used to express my thoughts or inputs. They are meant to be funny and witty but they aren't part of the actual story. I was told by my peers however that they made the Fic twice as good, so I present them to you here in the printed version of this story. .....Yes I wrote this by hand on paper with pencil originally. I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts, deedly dee! There they are standing in a row, bop bop bop....

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