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Author's notes: The vorpal plot bunnies are on the rise, and they have joined forces with the plot cabbit armadas... beware.

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Grimmjaw growled softly as he stared defiantly back at Tousen even as he was lead through Los Noches towards Aizen's throne. The blind man seemed to pay no notice as he continued to almost drag the sexta Espada through the white walls with a seemingly single minded determination. At least, until they came across a smug pair of almost identically smirking faces.

Szayel wore a grin that was almost as wide as the one that curled across Nnoitra's face as the pink haired octava Espada pressed his glasses slightly upwards, his eyes gleaming carefully. "Ah, Tousen... Brought back our errant comrade?"

"Yes." The blind man's answer was simple as his unseeing eyes narrowed slightly behind his visor. "Is there something I can help you with, Octava, or are you purposely delaying my escorting him to Aizen-sama?"

"Well, you see Szayel here and I have a bit of an experiment and we were wondering if you'd mind us using our little delinquent comrade there to test it?" Nnoitra's grin seemed to grow even further as he lightly leaned against his massive weapon. "What with him already being in hot water, we figured you wouldn't mind it at all."

"What manner of experiment?" There was a note of cautious curiosity in Tousen's voice even as Grimmjaw growled and glared at the man.

"What the fuck! No fucking way I'm going to just..." The arrancar's protests were cut off as Tousen's blade was suddenly at his throat.

"Be silent, fool." The words were coldly hissed past his lips as the dark skinned man glared at the blue haired Espada before glancing towards Szayel. "Speak, quickly."

"Well it's simply that... we wished to test a simple hypothesis of Nnoitra's." Szayel adjusted his glasses once more, smirking coldly towards Grimmjow before he continued. "I'm sure you can imagine what that hypothesis might be."

"And this pertains to this fool, how?" There was a cold edge to Tousen's voice as he continued, glaring coldly from Szayel to the still widely smirking Nnoitra.

"We simply wish to make an.. adjustment, to our dear, misguided comrade," Szayel responded, his eyes glinting wickedly as he lightly glancing towards a confused Grimmjaw, before holding up a syringe filled with an almost glowing pink liquid. "It would just take a moment."

"Hey, no fuckin way you're..." The blade pressed more tightly against his throat as he could see Tousen glaring at him once more.

"And you wish to use him as a... test of it's effectiveness?" Tousen put forth carefully as he turned his head and glared for a moment at the triumphantly smirking Nnoitra.

"Oh, no the effectiveness is already quite proven. We merely wish to see if the change has any noticeable fluctuation in his reiatsu levels." Szayel smiled placidly towards the former Shinigami captain. "I'm sure you can understand what Nnoitra's hypothesis happens to be."

"And any known side effects?" Tousen had to admit he was curious as he kept his blade pressed firmly against the angrily glaring Grimmjaw's throat.

"Well there has been a noticeable disruption in the reiatsu flows with the transformation." Szayel admitted with a shrug of his shoulders. "Not to mention I'm sure the changed in balance and coordination... I'd estimate he'd be completely unable to properly use his reiatsu anywhere near as effectively for a few months."

Before Grimmjaw could fully protest his disapproval with the direction of the conversation, Tousen had snatched the syringe from Szayel's hand and had stabbed the man with it's contents.

As the sudden rush of burning pain rippled through him, Grimmjaw glared angrily at the two smirking faces and one coldly aloof visage as a growl burned past his lips. "I WILL get you for this!" Then, suddenly as a pulsing wave of vertigo and pain washed over him, he could feel his mind slowly succumbing to the rush of darkness.

-o-o-o-

"Well, this is certainly... interesting."

The amusement in Aizen's familiar voice seeped through the groggy fog of consciousness that Grimmjaw struggled to rise up through. Everything hurt, his entire body was a mess of sore flesh and aching bones as he slowly forced his eyes to open and blink blearily as everything slowly came into focus. With an audible groan, he slowly pushed his hand up against his face, even as he curled forward and slowly sat up, ignoring the wave of dizzy disorientation that washed through his mind.

"Ah, awake already? It would seem Szayel does rather... expedient work." Grimmjaw turned his head, and his blurry gaze came to rest on a figure that COULD have been Aizen, but he couldn't quite tell for certain.

"Wha... the fuck did they do to me...?" Immediately he froze, as the sound of his voice sounded... off. No, not off, absolutely, completely fucking wrong. "What the FUCK!"

"Well, I'm sure you'll be able to figure out exactly what's going on, my dear." Aizen's voice was almost comforting, almost, but the way he addressed Grimmjaw... "It would seem that Tousen felt the need to take some... disciplinary action against you. Still, while I would have completely understood your actions... He felt your actions needed to be curtailed as it were."

Grimmjaw blinked, then blinked again, as the fog of confusion slowly fell away, and he could feel his eyes shifting into focus. Immediately he took note of a few rather key differences. Chief among them being, he no longer seemed to be a he at all.

"You have GOT to be fucking SHITTING ME!" The feminine shriek of outrage that left a pair of softly full lips as her emerald eyes widened in disbelief caused several flinches to ripple trough the crowd of white clad figures before she narrowed her gaze into twin slits. "And a fucking audience? TOUSEN, I AM GOING TO...!"

"Now, now, Grimmjaw." Aizen's voice calmly cut through the air as he lightly glance almost disapprovingly towards the figure. "If you're going to attack Tousen, then I'm afraid I no longer have any reason to pardon you."

"But..!" The newly feminized arrancar was growling angrily as her eyes flashed with rage. "He, THEY turned in into a fucking chick!"

"Quite a fascinating thing really," Aizen responded with a nod of his head. "It will be interesting to see what kind of effect this will have on your abilities... Though, I'm afraid Szayel was quite correct about your reiatsu being rather... chaotic."

"The... fuck?" And she could feel it too. Everything was off, she still had it all, but it was flowing so... strangely. She couldn't grasp it, wield it like she normally did. "What the HELL!"

"And since we have no idea if, or when you're going to regain a proper amount of control..." Aizen continue as if he'd never heard Grimmjaw speaking. "I'm afraid, you simply cannot perform the duties of an Espada.

"WHAT?" The shrieking hiss of outrage that left her lips caused Aizen's attention to flick back at her for a moment, before he simply shook his head with a slight sigh as he tilted his hand and caught his chin on his palm, fingers lightly splayed across his cheek.

"I believe, Grimmjaw-chan, I did not stutter my words." He paused, before flicking his eyes over towards a silent, blonde figure. "However, I'm sure that Halibel will be more than happy to help you with your... adjustments."

"Aizen-sama?" There was a note of questioning in the blonde's voice as she took a moment to glance of the still fuming now former Espada before continuing. "And if she is unable to reach her former level of power?"

"Well, it would mean that there's little chance for her to regain her position as an Espada. In which case, you'll have a new fraccion."

"FRACCION!"

"I suppose that should be proper motivation, Aizen-sama." Halibel nodded her head slightly before coolly regarding the twitching Grimmjaw.

"No FUCKING way I'm going to be your Fraccion!" Grimmjaw snarled slightly as she glared over at female arrancar.

"I was referring to proper motivation for myself, to insure you reach your former control." Halibel paused a moment before continuing casually. "Having you for a fraccion isn't something I'd wish on anyone."

"You're damned right... Wait, HEY!" Grimmjaw's eyes flashed as the full implications of the woman's words filtered through her mind.

"Come along, little kitten." Halibel shook her head and sighed slightly as she turned around, arms crossed about her chest as she simply walked away, heading towards her room. "The sooner we get this started, the sooner it'll be done with."

"Dammit, don't fucking call me that!" Grimmjaw growled as she glared angrily at the woman, ignoring the slight rippling snickers that pulsed around her.

"First lesson: Learn to speak like an adult instead of a childish brat." Halibel answered as she continued to lead the new girl out of the chamber.

"Or else fuckin' what?"

Squirt. It was a sudden slight splash of cold, wet water, shot from Halibel straight into Grimmjaw's face. All without the blonde arrancar even looking at her.

"What the FU-!"

Squirt. "As I said... First lesson, learn to speak properly, with actual words instead of expletives."

The angry hiss that escaped Grimmjaw's lips caused Gin Ichimaru to turned his smirking head towards Aizen as he could help but chuckle. "Oh yes, this is going to be a positively delightful show, ain't it?"

"Indeed." Aizen agreed with a faint smile on his face befre glancing over at Tousen and lightly arching a brow. "Feel better now?"

"... Maybe." Tousen agreed before pursing his lips. "I'm not sure if cutting off his arm like I originally planned would have been better or worse for him."

"Her." Aizen correct casually. "As she is most assuredly female, all the way down to her reiatsu flows."

"GOD DAM-" Squirt. "STOP IT ALREADY!"

"No. Now be a good kitten and behave."

"I'm NOT A KITTEN!" There was a pause, before they could hear the sulking voice continuing. "I'm a panther, dammit."

Squirt.

"REOW!"

"On second thought, I'm quite sure this will make a more lasting impression." Tousen paused, before suddenly smiling. "This should prove most entertaining."

-o-o-o-

Grimmjaw cursed, loudly and profoundly in the solace of her room as she viciously struck out at one of the naked white stone walls, only to bite back a yelp of agony as a sudden surge of pain rippled through her arm. "FUCK!"

Aizen hadn't been joking after all. Every bit of her reiatsu was screwy. She had no heirro, no sonido, no bala. Hell, she couldn't even pull off a cero properly! All because of those three bastards. Finally, giving into her frustration, she pulled out her blade and almost screamed out "GRIND! PANTERA!"

Nothing. She couldn't even fucking release properly anymore. How was she supposed to finish her fight with that damned shinigami now? Another angry scream followed before she kicked pitifully at the wall, before yelping in a shock of pain.

In an instant, she was hopping around, clutching at her foot as a slight whimper escaped her lips. "Ow, ow, ow, ow!"

"Perhaps it would be better if you refrained from attacking the walls at this point in time?" Grimmjaw immediately froze as that annoyingly familiar voice filled the room. "It would save time not having to take you to the healers every time you did that."

"Fuck you, Halibel!"

Squirt.

"Gaaah! Stop that!" Grimmjaw quickly shook her head and growled back at the woman. "So what if I don't fit your perfect little ideal of what I should act like? I'm a guy, NOT a chick!"

"You were a man." She countered, before pausing as she reached up, lightly tapping against the collar of her jacket. "Well, as close to one as an uncultured barbarian as you could be." The correction made Grimmjaw stiffen in anger even as the woman continued. "But, that was then. And according to Szayel, and even Aizen-sama, the change is quite permanent."

"Joy, just fu-… just wonderful." The teal haired woman snarled back as she glared at the woman and clenched her jaw tightly. "When I get my hands on those three…"

"Does being a woman truly bother you so very much?" Halibel arched a brow casually as she studied the other arrancar.

"They just went and TOOK it from me!" Grimmjaw snarled back at the woman. "They took it all from me! EVERYTHING I worked for, I fought for, bled for, lived for! All of it gone… why? Because I lead MY, MY fraccion in an expedition to test just how fucking right Uliquiorra's report was."

Halibel studied the woman in front of her, the anger, pouring off of her in waves as there almost seemed to be tears glistening in her eyes. "And what did you find out then, hmm?"

Grimmjaw ripped open her jacket and snarled back at the woman, displaying the jagged scar that ran down her chest and across her torso. "What does it look like? I found out that that emotionless shit didn't find out everything. Big fucking surprise there! That ryoka, as they call him? More to him than what that idiot thinks. Gaaaah! And now, I can't even finish our fight!"

"At least you're not upset about being a woman." Halibel muttered slightly and shook her head just a bit.

"What do I care about stupid shit like that?" Grimmjaw snorted softly and shook his head. "How many souls do we have inside of us? How many thousands of hollows? Not like they're all fuckin' male. Did I WANT to be a woman? Hell no! I liked my old body! But if that was all that it was, I wouldn't be this pissed!"

"Understandable." Halibel offered with a slight nod of her head. "And a surprisingly refreshing, if vulgarly presented observation." Pausing a moment, she then eyed the feline influenced arrancar critically. "Though, the first thing we need to work on… is your uniform."

"Halibel, if you even talk about it being indecent, I'm just going to point you to a damned mirror." Grimmjaw snapped back and crossed her arms about her chest.

"Hardly that." The blonde woman waved her hand casually and shook her head. "No, I was more referring to a more… flattering design. While tantalizing an opponent is a valuable tool in combat, your breasts bouncing everywhere will end up as much of a distraction for you as it will for them."

"Awww, shit." The former sexta Espada groaned as she figured out exactly what Halibel was getting at. "You're going to make me into your own private little fuckin' Barbie doll aren't you?"

"Of course not." Halibel shook her head with a snort before continuing as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "You're too butch to be a barbie doll."

-o-o-o-

"Why are we wasting our time with this… individual, Halibel-sama?" The Fraccion known as Sun-sun sniffed derisively behind her sleeve as she casually glanced down her nose at the seething Grimmjaw. "Surely our efforts would be wasted on this brute?"

"She's a freakin' waste of time you mean." The dual color eyed Apache agreed with a nod of her head and a snort of anger. "Why was Halibel-sama stuck with such a damned idiot?"

"Aren't you three supposed to be, you know, fuckin' helping me with a new outfit instead of jus' trying to piss me off?" Grimmjaw's growl burned into the air as her eyes flashed for a moment in emerald rage.

"And again, I don't see why we're wasting our time." Sun Sun huffed with a look of disdain on her face.

The third member of the fraccion had remained silent through the exchange, studying Grimmjaw's form before she would quietly pick up a high collared vest and a pair of pants similar to the one the former Espada had worn as a male. "Here, Grimmjaw-san, try this."

"At least one of you is worth a damn." Grimmjaw fought down her anger and gave Mila a grateful nod before she moved towards the room designated for changing.

The third member of the Tercera Espada's fraccion remained silent, looking as the still visibly steaming Grimmjaw stalked through the door before slowly shaking her head at her fellow fraccion. "You know… you two really should be more polite."

"Why? She's practically useless." Apache snorted softly as she shook her head. "Hell, she can't even release!"

"She can't right now." Mila-Rose slowly shook her head and sighed slightly as she glanced down at the downright livid Grimmjaw. "But you're both forgetting one thing."

"And that would be?" Sun Sun asked with a delicate arch of her brow as her sleeve covered her mouth again.

"Inside, is still the power of an Espada. And are you really willing to gamble on her NEVER learning how to release it again?" That said, Mila Rose turned her attention silently back to the door.

"... Fuck." Apache answered succinctly as her eyes grew wide in shock.

"Hmph... Halibel-sama will prevent that barbarian from..." Sun Sun answered dismissively before she was cut off.

"No, I won't." Halibel said simply as she materialized from a sonido next to Mila Rose.

"Halibel-sama..." Sun Sun faltered slightly at the coolly neutral gaze of her misTerceras, even as she couldn't restrain the slight widening of her eyes. "...Why?"

"I have no responsibility to protect you from your own foolish mistakes." Halibel answered simply as her eyes narrowed into slight slits. "Nor do I have any responsibility to let your insults against me slide."

"Insults against you, Halibel-sama?" Sun Sun's eyes widened in immediate denial as she rapidly shook her head. "Never!"

"Oh, and yet, what do you call assuming that my lessons will fail?" Halibel countered with a cool hiss of breath before turning her head to regard the reemerging Grimmjaw. "Hmm... Good choice, Mila."

"Thank you Halibel-sama." The tallest of the fraccion bowed to her misTerceras before turning her attention to the fallen Espada.

Grimmjaw had pulled the high, stiff collar up to brush against her cheeks as the flowing V of the edges exposed the now delicate curve of her throat and collar bone, and down, into a more than generous expanse of soft, flow cleavage cupped enticingly by the stiffer than it looked material. It draws together, a short distance below the lowest curve of her breast, the view tantalizing as one could almost see, easily imagine what lay beneath the tight ring that seemed to bind the top into place. Naked arms, had been covered in a pair of fingerless gloves rising up to the mid length of her lean biceps where a simple black line helped strap them into place.

"Not... bad." Grimmjaw admitted as she lightly shifted her legs in the loose, comfortable pants before bending backwards, putting a sudden pressure of the stiff, less than yielding material of her top. "I suppose I could get used to it."

"A bit more... provocative than I would expected you to be comfortable with." Halibel noted carefully as she arched a brow at teal haired arrancar.

"Heh... what, I thought you would appreciate the whole if you got it, flaunt it approach?" Grimmjaw shot back with a slight snicker and a shrug. "Not like I'm not used to showing off my fuckin' chest."

Squirt.

"Langauge, little kitten, language."

"Dammit! How many times I gotta tell ya? I ain't no fucking kitten!"

Squirt.

"We'll see, kitten, we'll see."

-o-o-o-

"This is bullshit." Grimmjaw glared at the new, smirking Sexta Espada as she angrily clenched her fingers around her zanpakuto.

For a moment, Halibel remained silent, studying her new colleague before she calmly nodded her head. "True enough. Brutish as you were, you at least had some reason to claim your arrogance. This Luppi... What Aizen-sama is thinking replacing you with this fool..."

"Hmph!" Grimmjaw almost pouted at the backhanded compliment as she narrowed her gaze at where Luppi was swaggering towards them. "Oh, great..."

"Well, hello, Ladies." A cocky smirk was plastered across his lips as he would cock his hips slightly to the side, resting his sleeved arm on them. "Going to congratulate me?"

As Grimmjaw began to growl low in her throat, Halibel placed her hand restrainingly on her shoulder and answered in a simple calm. "No."

There was a flash of a frown breaking Luppi's smirk as for a moment, a flicker of rage could be seen in those eyes. Then, it was gone a moment later as he just smirked back at the Tercera Espada. "Well all more the pity. And here I thought we could have had some... fun. In celebration."

"Beyond doubtful." The calm coolness in her voice made his eyse flash again with anger before he lightly shrugged it off and turned his attention to Grimmjaw.

"And our fallen Espada." Grimmjaw's hand tightened on her blade as Luppi let his eyes roam up and down along her body. "When you figure out it's futile for you to try and reach for your former position, let me know. I'm sure I can find a... position for you among my fraccion."

Grimmjaw's growl only grew before she could feel Halibel's hand tightening even further on her shoulder in warning. The blue haired woman stilled reluctantly, but her eyes burned as she watched her replacement smirk lecherously at her once more before turning and swaggering away. As a disgusted grimace blossomed across Grimmjaw's face, Halibel carefully relaxed her grip.

"I'm going to kill that fucker."

Halibel said nothing for a moment, before inclining her head in acknowledgment. "A more reasonable goal than some of your others."

Grimmjaw glared back at her as her throat rumbled once more. "You saying I should just let them get away with this shit?"

The blonde arrancar carefully arched her brow in silence, watching the way Grimmjaw seemed to twitch in irritation before speaking. "I was merely stating that it was a more reasonable to kill that one than to believe you can get away with killing Szayel, Nnoitra and Tousen on your own."

There was another pause as Grimmjaw opened her mouth to angrily retort, only to be cut off as Halibel continued. "Note, on your own. Not that you should let them get away with this 'shit' as you put it. It would be unreasonable for you to attempt it without allies."

Grimmjaw sulkily glared at her for a moment before crossing her arms about her chest. "Fine." She suddenly stiffened as she could feel the oily leering gaze of Luppi roaming over her body once more. "Please tell me I wasn't that bad."

"You weren't." She paused a moment, her head tilting to the side as she studied the relieved being next to her. "To be honest, you never seemed to show any interest what so ever in anyone other than your 'prey' as you called it. All male, I might add."

"Yeah, so?" Confusion rippled across Grimmjaw's face as she half matched Halibel's posture. "What's wrong with that."

"Nothing." Halibel responded as she turned and began to walk off. "I too, am rather appreciative of a fine specimen of masculinity."

For a moment, Grimmjaw stood there in confusion as she attempted to make sense of the woman's statement. Her eyes instantly widened as realization finally sunk in and her voice instantly rose as she started chasing after the woman. "HEY! I'm not gay!"

"Well, as you're female now... So..." There wasn't a single ounce of humor in that voice as the pair vanished down the hallways, and their voices faded into a muffled echo.

-o-o-o-

Sweat dripped off her skin as she glared impotently back up at the still pristine uniform of the Tercera Espada.

"Again."

Grimmjaw wasn't sure which it was that annoyed her the most as she launched into another heavy slash, trying to focus and guide her reiatsu through her limbs as she did so. The way Halibel didn't have so much as a scratch on her, or the absolutely bored monotone that the woman used after each and every failure. They'd been at it a month already, and still it was like grasping onto smoke.

It was there. She could feel, it almost tasting it. But it kept slipping through her fingers. Every time. "Dammit! What'm I missing?"

"Clarity perhaps?" Halibel effortlessly batted her strike with a bare hand, the impact sliding harmlessly off her heirro. "Hmm… Or perhaps something much simpler?"

"Simpler?" Grimmjaw frowned as she pulled back, narrowing her eyes into slit as she gripped tightly onto her weapon. "How?"

"It could, be, you're simply using the wrong set of instincts." Halibel crossed her arms below her chest and lightly arched her brow upwards as she then shrugged her shoulders.

"Wrong instincts?" Grimmjaw stared at the woman blankly. "What're you talking about? I've only got ONE set of instincts."

"You were the one who said that we all had souls and hollows of both genders inside of us. It could be that you've simply been so used to using the male ones, that you've forgotten to try and use the female ones."

"So, what, I need to get in touch with my inner woman?" The sarcasm dripped off of Grimmjaw's voice as she continued to glare up at the woman with a slight growl.

"To put it simply? Yes." The way Halibel said it so bluntly, made Grimmjaw blink a moment, before a frown marred the soft lips.

"Seriously? It can't be that... that simple!"