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Ichimaru had a brilliant plan: let the Espada run around outside. It was impossible to keep 10 5-year-old children from running around, and being cooped up inside all день despite the size of Las Noches was clearly agitating them. They needed to be able to run around where the Shinigami wouldn't have to worry about them destroying anything, and there was absolutely nothing outside of the palace they could ruin. All Ichimaru, Tousen and the fraccion would have to do would be to keep an eye on them to make sure they didn't try to run away или kill each other. The Espada could even have fun killing some Hollow if they wanted. It was perfect.
Much to the Shinigami's pleasure, the Espada had stayed with their fraccion for the entire night. Even better was the fact that nothing had been destroyed and nobody had been killed. Of course, this left the Вопрос of how long the peace would last. Ichimaru certainly didn't want to test that by keeping the Espada inside any longer, so he brought the suggestion up to Tousen, who wholeheartedly agreed, and they both brought it up to Aizen. Aizen also thought it was a good idea, but, of course, it was being left to Ichimaru and Tousen to make sure everything went well. Aizen called the fraccion, who brought the Espada with them, and the group went outside.
“Can we hunt Hollow?” Grimmjow asked as they walked down a hall.
Tousen nodded. “If Ты stay in the sight of an adult, Ты may hunt Hollow.”
Grimmjow held up a fist. “Yeah!”
Once they got outside, the Shinigami and fraccion трещина, сплит up in a way that maximized the area the Espada had to run around but prevented any Espada from getting away without being seen. As soon as they were told they could play, they ran off to do their own thing.
Hearing all the commotion, Nel, Dondochaka, Pesche and Bawabawa stopped their game of Eternal Tag.
“Do Ты hear dat?” Nel asked, putting a hand to her ear.
“It sounds like people playing, don'tcha know?” Dondochaka said.
“Playing? Nel wants to play too!”
With that, the small Arrancar took off, running in the direction the sounds were coming from.
“Hey! Wait for us!” Pesche yelled, then ran after Nel with Dondochaka and Bawabawa following.
As a boy came into sight, Nel stopped and pointed. “Hey, look, somebody that's Nel's age!”
Pesche and Dondochaka squinted as they examined the boy standing a short way away from them, then turned to stare at each other, wide-eyed and disbelieving. Nel tilted her head to one side.
“What's wrong?”
“Oh! Uh...” Pesche scratched the back of his head, trying to come up with an excuse to tell Nel. “That Arrancar looks dangerous! We should stay away!” He nodded, as did Dondochaka. They had no clue how Noitora had been turned into a child, but they recognized him when they saw him, regardless of his form. They weren't going to tell Nel any of this, of course. Not only did she not remember what had happened that fateful day, but they didn't want her to remember. They were determined to protect her at all costs.
Nel laughed. “He doesn't look dangerous! Besides, Nel has Pesche and Dondochaka and Bawabawa! Nel isn't afwaid!” With that, she continued running, waving as she approached Noitora. “Heeeeeeey!”
Noitora looked over with a glare. “Whadda Ты want?”
“You look like you're da same age as Nel! Nel wants to play wiff you!”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because,” Noitora crossed his arms, “You're a girl.”
Nel stared with a blank expression. “So?”
“So, I don't play with girls.” Before Nel could respond, Noitora began to walk away. Nel, however, wasn't about to take that as an answer. Without warning, she leaped at Noitora, the eye holes in her mask glowing as she flew at him with a speed similar to a Sonido, slamming headfirst into his back.
Noitora cursed as he flew forward, propelled by Nel's speed, then skidding along the dirt until the both of them finally stopped. He flung the small Arrancar off and jumped to his feet. “What the hell was that for?!”
“I tagged you. Now Ты have to chase me and Pesche and Dondochaka and Bawabawa! It's Eternal Tag!”
“I told you, I'm not playing with you! Now leave me alone!”
“You have to! I tagged you!”
“Go away, dammit!” Noitora yelled and stuck out his tongue, a Cero beginning to form. A moment later, it shot forward, aiming right at Nel.
Nel didn't move. Instead, she opened her mouth, sucking in Noitora's entire Cero. The Espada stared, wide-eyed, as she swallowed the last of it. Nel held her hands to her mouth, having a hard time containing the Cero. Once she couldn't hold it in anymore, she spit it out, sending a Cero even еще powerful than the original back at Noitora. He just barely managed to dodge the attack with Sonido.
Tesla, who had been watching Noitora, ran forward. “Master Noitora!”
“Go away, Tesla! I don't need help!” Noitora yelled and stomped up to Nel. “I don't know who Ты think Ты are, but I swear, I'll kill you!”
Nel only smiled. “You gotta catch me first!”
Before Noitora could spit out an insult, Nel had taken off, laughing as she ran.
“You bitch! Get back here!”
“Ah, Master Noitora!” Tesla called after Noitora, who had decided to chase Nel. Unfortunately for Tesla, the Espada was not listening, leaving the fraccion with no choice but to follow. “You aren't supposed to be out of my sight! Come back!”
“Pesche! Dondachaka! Bawabawa! Ruuuun!” Nel screamed with a higher-pitch than necessary, making her three Друзья believe that she was afraid of Noitora. As a result,they jumped in front of her, forcing Noitora to stop in his tracks.
“Out of the way!” He yelled.
Pesche held out a hand, his palm facing Noitora. “We cannot allow Ты to harm Nel!”
For a moment, Noitora and the other three just stared each other down, until Nel broke the silence.
“Waaaah! Pesche! Dondochaka! Bawabawa! Ты have to run! He's It!” She yelled, flailing her arms.
Nel's companions froze, whirled around and ran. Noitora continued to give chase, determined to make Nel pay for making a fool of him and further angered by the fact they were Актёрское искусство like it was all a game. Unfortunately for him, Nel and her Друзья were very used to running, making it difficult for him to catch up. Even when he decided to use his Sonido, Nel used her own “Supa Speed”, as she called it, and was once again ahead of Noitora. The Espada wasn't ready to give up, however, and thus continued to chase Nel, playing right in to her game of Eternal Tag.
Meanwhile, Grimmjow was poised like a cat, his eyes fixed on a bird-like Hollow that was flying close to the ground. Just as he was ready to pounce, a green Cero came from somewhere to Grimmjow's left, hitting the bird and causing it to fall to the ground. Grimmjow stood up and turned to his left to see Ulquiorra standing there, finger extended, pointing to where the Hollow had been only a moment ago.
“You took my Hollow!” Grimmjow yelled.
Ulquiorra tilted his head to the side. “Took your Hollow? I got to it first. Ты were too slow, so it's my Hollow.”
Grimmjow growled and leaped at Ulquiorra instead. Before Ulquiorra got the chance to use his Sonido to Переместить out of the way, Grimmjow had him pinned to the ground.
“It's my Hollow!”
Ulquiorra only glared up at Grimmjow. “No, it's not.”
“Yes it is!”
“Get another Hollow. I hit it first, so it's mine.”
“You get another Hollow!”
Seeing Grimmjow and Ulquiorra arguing, Aaroneiro decided to take advantage of the situation and take the Hollow for himself. He was about to take a bite out of it when the two bickering Espada saw him. Grimmjow was off of Ulquiorra in an instant and running at Aaroneiro.
“Hey! Why does everyone keep trying to steal my Hollow! It's MINE!”
Grimmjow tackled Aaroneiro, sending them both tumbling around on the ground.
“You weren't doing anything with it, so I took it!” Aaroneiro argued, trying to push Grimmjow off of him.
“That's because Ulquiorra tried to take it from me!”
When Ulquiorra tried to reclaim the Hollow, both Grimmjow and Aaroneiro jumped at him, leaving the three Espada-turned-children to wrestle on the ground, kicking up dirt all around them.
“Hey, hey, break it up!” Ichimaru yelled, running over to the group and forcing them apart from each other.
Grimmjow growled. “They were trying to steal my Hollow!”
Ichimaru sighed. “There are plenty of Hollow around, just find another one.”
“But that one was MINE!” Grimmjow stomped.
“Okay, fine, Grimmjow, Ты can have that one. Ulquiorra and Aaroneiro, Ты two go find your own Hollow.”
Ulquiorra looked over at the Hollow, and then back to Ichimaru. “But I was the one who brought it down.”
Ichimaru was getting agitated. Did kids have to fight over everything? “Fine. Ya know what? None of Ты get the Hollow. If Ты are going to argue over it, nobody gets it. Now, if ya want a Hollow, you'll each have ta hunt your own. No taking somebody else's. Understand?”
The three reluctantly complied, each going in a different direction to find another Hollow to take down. Ichimaru sighed and finished off the Hollow bird, who had been screeching obnoxiously in pain with one missing wing. Well, at least the Espada hadn't argued with him, and there hadn't been many problems. Letting them outside was definitely a good idea.
The Espada were allowed to stay outside for the majority of the afternoon, catching their own Hollow for lunch and going back to playing. Tousen had to literally drag Noitora back to the rest of the group at lunch-time (Tesla hadn't done much еще than ask Noitora to come back, which, of course, was ineffective) and prevent him from chasing Nel so he could eat. As soon as lunch was over, however, Noitora took off again, determined to get Nel.
“Hah! I finally found you!” Noitora сказал(-а) with a sadistic laugh as he stepped toward Nel about 15 минуты after lunch.
“Oh no! He's back!” Nel screamed, being far too dramatic over a game of tag.
“That's right, Ты better be scared!” Without another word, Noitora ran at Nel, using his Sonido to speed up, and tackled her. The two rolled across the sand until Noitora had her pinned to the ground. He grinned.
“You are done for now.” Nel stopped squirming and just looked at Noitora. The Espada looked confused. “Aren't Ты going to scream? I'm going to kill you!”
When Nel still didn't say anything, simply staring at something behind him, Noitora turned his head around.
Bawabawa was towering over them, looking ready to eat Noitora. The Espada yelped and jumped off of Nel, who got to her feet.
“Thanks Bawabawa!” She looked at Noitora. “I'm It now. Ты better run!”
“I'm not running from you!” Noitora said, holding his ground.
Nel jumped at Noitora, once again using her accelerated speed. The two came into contact, the вверх of Nel's head bashing into Noitora's forehead. The Espada fell back, bleeding from the forehead and unconscious. Nel, due to her helmet, wasn't hurt at all. When she saw Noitora was injured, she screamed.
“Aaaaaah! Oh no, Nel is gonna be in twouble!” She stood Далее to Noitora, leaning over his face. She thrust her hand into her mouth, yanked it back out, and vomited all over him.
A moment later Noitora shot up. “What the...why the hell is my face all wet?!” He looked over at Nel, who was still drooling. “Did Ты just vomit on me?!”
Nel nodded, a smile on her face. “Uh-huh. Nel's drool can heal!”
“That is fucking disgusting!” Noitora rubbed his face on his sleeves, trying to wipe all of Nel's vomit off of him. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”
“You were bleeding so Nel had to heal Ты so Nel didn't get in twouble!”
“I don't need Ты to heal me!”
“But I huwt Ты so I had to make it better!”
Noitora couldn't tell if he was angrier at the fact that Nel had been able to knock him out in the first place, или at the fact she'd healed him. The only thing he knew was that he really hated the girl standing in front of him. “I hate you.”
Nel frowned and her eyes began to water. “You hate Nel? Even after Nel helped you?!” She sniffed, and burst into tears.
“Aaah! Nel! Don't cry!” Pesche said, flailing his arms in the air.
“He's just a jerk, don'tcha know!” Dondochakka added. Nel continued to cry. Loudly.
“Stop crying!” Noitora yelled, covering his ears with his hands. “I сказал(-а) stop crying!”
“But...you s-said you...h-hate N-Nel! Waaaaaaah!”
Noitora felt like punching something. Particularly Nel. He restrained himself, however, since he didn't want to make her cry even more. “Fine! I don't completely hate you. Just hate Ты a little bit. Happy?”
“But dat's still hating Nel!”
“ALRIGHT! I don't hate you! Now don't make me say it again!”
Nel immediately stopped crying and grinned. “Yay! Ты don't hate Nel!”
Noitora was all too happy when he heard Tesla calling him back. “Finally!” The Espada spun around and made his way toward Tesla without another word to Nel.
“Tesla! What took Ты so long?! Why aren't Ты there when I need you?!”
“Well, Master Noitora, I saw Ты playing tag with that little girl earlier, and it looked cute so-”
Noitora's glare stopped Tesla mid-sentence. “Say it's cute again, and I'll make sure Ты need two eye patches instead of one.”
Tesla shut his mouth. Even as a five-year-old, Noitora was threatening, and Tesla knew better than to test his patience. The two walked back to the rest of the group in silence.
Once all the Espada were gathered, the Shinigami and fraccion brought them back inside Las Noches. The artificial sun had almost set by this time, and the Espada seemed to have released all their excess energy. They all returned to the toy room, where Ichimaru and Tousen meant to keep them for the rest of the night. For once, Ichimaru was hopeful that it wouldn't be too bad, seeing as the Espada had run around almost from artificial-sunrise to artificial-sunset.
His hope started to fade once Grimmjow and Aaroneiro began arguing over Aaroneiro's bag of cookies.
“Hey, Aaroneiro, I want some too! Ты can't take all of them to yourself!”
Aaroneiro clutched the bag to him as it if was his child. “No. Ты had some yesterday.”
“I had, like, two!”
“Don't care. The rest are mine.”
Before a fistfight could break out, Ichimaru kneeled down beside the two. “Aaroneiro, why don'tcha share some печенье with Grimmjow? Ты have a lot.”
Aaroneiro glared. “Because they are mine.”
“Cookies?” Yammy suddenly said, walking over to Aaroneiro. “I want some cookies.”
“No! They are mine!”
Ichimaru groaned. Wonderful, just wonderful. Had it been anybody else, Ichimaru might have had a chance getting the Espada to share, but asking Aaroneiro to share was as impossible as getting Aizen to give up чай for a day. “Alright, how is this, I'll go and get everyone some cookies.”
“Really?” Yammy asked, a smile forming on his face.
“Yep. Now just wait, and don't argue over печенье while I'm gone.” Ichimaru stood back up and walked over to Tousen. “I'm gonna go to the human world real quick to grab some печенье for the brats.”
Tousen raised an eyebrow. “Cookies? Are Ты sure about that, Ichimaru?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Well...you are giving sugar to children...Espada children at that. Don't Ты think they'll get a little...rambunctious?”
“A little can't hurt. It'll shut 'em up.”
“Alright, but if anything happens, Ты are going to have to take care of it.”
“Don't worry, it'll be alright.”
Oh how Ichimaru regretted those words a half час later.
Not only had he gotten the children cookies, but he had picked up various candies as well, in case some of them didn't want печенье and complained they wanted something else. It wasn't until the Espada started zooming around the room that he realized what Tousen had meant by giving them sugar. The fact that they had never had human snacks before didn't help. Even Stark, who hated doing so much as leaving his room, was being unusually active. Lilinette, of course, to take full advantage of Stark's once-in-a-lifetime hyper-mode by starting a game charades - which the Shinigami were grateful for, as it kept the Espada from being destructive.
“Stark! Guess what I am!” Lilinette flapped her arms while making overly-loud cawing noises.
“A bird!” Stark answered.
“Correct! Now it's your turn!”
Stark tapped his chin in thought. “Okay, I got it.” He sat up straight and stared at the Стена with a blank expression on his face.
“Uh...” Lilinette tilted her head to the side, watching Stark and trying to figure out just what или who he was pretending to be. “A statue?”
“No, but close.”
“Ulquiorra!” Grimmjow suddenly yelled, apparently deciding to take part in the game.
Stark nodded. “Yep. You're turn.”
“Okay, okay, I got a good one!” Grimmjow climbed up onto a chair, plopped himself down, and let his eyes wander over all the Espada. “Drink your tea!”
“Oh, I know, I know!” Yammy said, jumping up and down while raising his hand. “Aizen!”
“Yeah!”
“Who am I?” Yammy asked the group and grabbed two containers. He pretended to pour one into the other, then gave a fake laugh not unlike those of stereotypical, insane villains.
This time, Noitora spoke up. “Szayel!”
For about a half hour, the Espada continued with their game of charades. It was harmless, up until the point where Grimmjow and Noitora decided to act out a wrestling match. As Grimmjow had Noitora pinned to the ground, Noitora decided to try to knock him off with a Cero. Realizing what he was doing, Grimmjow quickly got up, letting the Cero hit a wall, which left a rather large hole. It was at this point that Ichimaru decided it was time to stop playing charades.
“Alright, that's enough!” Ichimaru said, grabbing Noitora's arm before he could jump at Grimmjow.
“Everyone, settle down!” Tousen yelled above the Espada and clapped his hands to get their attention. “It's getting late, so I want Ты all to sit down. Now, Ты can either play with something quietly to yourself, или I can tell another story.”
“Can Ты tell a story where the good guy loses?” Grimmjow asked.
“How about a story where we rule the world!” Barragan suggested.
Several of the other Espada agreed.
Halibel sat down on the floor in front of Tousen. “Can the fraccion be in it too?”
Tousen nodded. “Alright, I'll come up with a good story for everyone.”
About halfway through the story, the Espada had come down from their sugar rush and crashed.
“Finally.” Ichimaru сказал(-а) with a sigh of relief.
“I told Ты not to give them sugar.” Tousen said.
Ichimaru grumbled and changed the subject, “Should we have 'em all go back to their own rooms?”
“Shouldn't we clean up first?” Tesla asked, surveying the room. Toys were strewn all over the floor, there was still a large hole in the Стена where Noitora's Cero had hit, and the Espada were covered Шоколад and other various candy.
Sun-Sun made a face. “Even Lady Halibel desperately needs a bath...”
“Why don't we just leave 'em here for the night, then we can clean everything and everyone up in the morning?” Ichimaru suggested, not wanting to have to deal with anything else at the moment. “I doubt they will be getting up early to escape again. We can watch 'em in shifts или somethin'”
Tousen frowned, but couldn't think of any better ideas. He was also exhausted, and didn't really feel like cleaning. “I suppose that will work...”
Ichimaru grinned. “Good. They won't go anywhere.”
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Szayel groaned as he sat up. Why was he on the floor? еще importantly, why was he on a toy-and-candy-littered floor with the rest of the Espada? Afraid he had fallen asleep an inhaled some kind of fumes from one of his experiments, he pinched himself hard on the arm. Nope, he wasn't dreaming, and he was pretty sure he wasn't hallucinating either.
There were toys everywhere, as well as snacks from the human world. The Стена across from Szayel had a hole in it. Aaroneiro was in the form of a Shinigami he had once consumed by the name of Kaein Shiba, clutching a bag of печенье to him like a teddy bear. Stark was curled up on his side, his head laying on a bag of marshmallows. Noitora looked like he had rolled around in dirt all day, Grimmjow had an empty honey-bun wrapper by his hand, Zommari had the remains of a stick of rock Конфеты near his head, Yammy was asleep in a pile of Leggos, Halibel had frosting on her cheek, an empty juice-box was laying in Ulquiorra's open hand, and Barragan was hugging some kind of plastic scepter. And was that...chocolate he tasted on his lips? Szayel was just about convinced he was in an experiment-induced coma and was having insane dreams with Noitora's voice sounded from Szayel's right.
“What the fuck?”
Grimmjow snorted and sat up. “Ugh...the hell is all this?”
One by one, the adult Espada woke up, in a room full of toys and candy, each of them with utterly confused expressions on their faces.
“Ugh, my stomach hurts...” Aaroneiro groaned and tossed the bag he had been holding aside, which now contained no еще than three Шоколад chip cookies.
“What did we do last night?” Stark asked, stretching his arms and legs. “I'm so sore.”
“Don't look at me.” Szayel said, glaring at all those who had their eyes on him. “If I wanted to use Ты all for an experiment, I wouldn't have joined in myself.”
Yammy rubbed his head. “What was in the tea?”
“I don't know, but I'm never drinking Aizen's fucking чай again.” Noitora grumbled.
“I think we all agree it's best to never speak of this again. Never.” Halibel said, picking a Шоколад sprinkle from her hair.
“Agreed.” Came the response from all the Espada.
And never again did any Espada even dare to mention that morning.
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Bonus!
Resignation
“Good mornin', Aizen!” Ichimaru сказал(-а) cheerfully as he strode up to Aizen's throne.
“Ah, Gin. Ты seem rather happy today.”
“Well, of course, now that that incident is over.”
Aizen nodded once. “You and Kaname did a wonderful job.”
“Yeah? Well, I got somethin' for ya.” Ichimaru сказал(-а) and dropped a manilla envelope onto Aizen's lap. “See ya!”
Before Aizen had even got the envelope opened and withdrew it's contents, Ichimaru had left the room. Curious, the self-proclaimed god looked through the papers. They documented, in detail, the entire incident, taking a few times to mention, in carefully selected words, how джин and Kaname had done so much work, in other words saying how Aizen himself had done nothing to help. After those were formal resignation papers. At the end was a single, loose paper with far less words on it.
Dear Lord Aizen,
I quit.
Love, Ichimaru Gin.
P.S.: Don't bother trying to stop me, I'm already on my way to Soul Society. If I'm lucky, Rangiku will be my executioner. If I'm really lucky, my cause of death will be suffocation. Have fun with ruling the world and all that!
Grimmjow:Aizen that story sucked!! Aizen:WHAT?!I liked it~ Ulquiorra: ...It was...good...-_- Grimmjow:What ever!!
