<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">Shana flinched internally, and she gave Tenntou a glaring grin.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99cc">"When you put it like that, I'll fight. Grimmy-Kun is starting to play hard-to-get, and I'm getting a bit pissed that he only toys with me."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">Shana said, drawing her dagger from its sheath on her thigh.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99cc"><i>"Aciberar, Revolcarse del Estrellado!"</i></span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">The dagger in Shana's hands became a pair of morning star flails that had poisoned tines. Her mask fragment, which had been a simple set of earrings on her ears changed into a pair of gauntlets that extended from fingerless gloves on her hands to a single spike that protruded from her shoulders. A single plate of the same bony material that made the masks stretched from ear to ear, hiding her eyes. She also sprouted dragonfly-like wings, which bummed as she took flight.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99cc">"Let's go..."</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">-----<br/>
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A dark haired woman in a miniskirt variant of the shinigami shihakushou tapped Jin on the shoulder.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9977aa">"Jin-San. Kurotsuchi-Taicho is waiting for you in Laboratory Seven."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">Nemu said, bowing politely.<br/>
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In said lab, Kurotsuchi Mayuri, Captain of the Twelfth Division, tapped a finger impatiently on teh side of his head.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#660099">"What in the world is taking that boy so long? He should have been back hours ago!"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">Kurotsuchi said.<br/>
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A man with bright red hair tied back in ponytail that made his head look like a pineapple approached Daisuke, Nel, and the unconscious Koichi. Standing not too far behind him was a woman with raven hair braided in front of her chest, and they both had a look of concern.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#aa3300">"Alright, Pierce! What the hell happened to my son!"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">Abarai Renji said, his voice carrying the threat of injury if he didn't like the answer.<br/>
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</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99aaff">"Abarai-Fukutaicho, now is not the time to be pointing fingers."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">the woman said.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99aaff">"Daisuke-San, please bring Koichi into Room Nine. I will examine him there."</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">"Is...is Koichi-Kun going to be alright, Ma'am?"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">Nell asked.<br/>
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Renji and Fourth Division Captain Unohana Retsu both looked at Nell in stupefied silence. What was a woman dressed like <i>that</i> doing inside the walls of the Seireitei, and why did she have a Hollow mask on her head?</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#aa3300">"And just who the heck are you?"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">Renji asked. Unohana and Renji were unprepared for her answer, and it showed.<br/>
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</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">"I am Nelliel Tu Oderschvank. I'm an Arrancar, and a former Espada. However, I am also deeply in love with Koichi-Kun, and he with me."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">Nell said, bowing with the utmost respect, yet never taking her eyes off of the Shinigami.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">"My only reason for being here, in the place that Shinigami call 'home', is..."</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff3300">"Dad...Unohana-Taicho..."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">Koichi had apparently awoken sometime recently, but his voice was weak and sounded strained.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff3300">"Please let Nell-Chan stay. I...I will talk to Grandpa about her being here but...please...don't hurt her."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00"><br/>
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The door opened slightly, and a blonde man with a mask that was like a full version of the one worn by the <i>'Phantom of the Opera'</i> looked at Dietor.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#aaff66">"Dietor-San? Barragon-Ou-Sama is not in a mood to deal with one such as yourself right now."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">Findor Carias said, a slight note of irritation in his voice. <br/>
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Findor had never once liked Dietor, and he sure as hell wasn't about to start to show any form of acceptance now. A deep voice echoed from the back of the room, sending an involuntary shiver down Findor's spine.</span><br/><br/>"Findor! Who has come to interrupt our meeting?"<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#aaff66">"It's Dietor, Barragon-Ou-Sama."</span><br/><br/>"Let him in. If he is here, it is no small matter."<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">Findor opened the door completely, even if he hated to do so, and motioned for Dietor to enter.<br/>
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Starrk had sensed something amiss when he'd felt Dietor's reishi approach first Harribel's room, and now Barragon's. Yawning lazily, he prodded Lilinette, who'd fallen asleep with her head in his lap.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffcc">"Lilinette, get up."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">he said.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffcc">"We're going to go see what the commotion is. The reason, before you ask, is because Dietor is involved somehow."</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffcccc">"If...If Dietor-San's involved, Starrk, I don't wanna go! He's so much like that bat-freak its scary!"</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">Starrk shook his head and sighed. After only two minutes, he managed to talk his Fraccion into going to intercept Harribel with him, feeling she was approaching his direction. Oddly enough, Starrk and Lilinette hadn't been in the Primera's room, but in a small room a few doors down from the meeting place that Aizen had chosen.<br/>
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</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#77aa99">"This could prove to be...difficult."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">the cloaked man said.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#77aa99">"If that cat-boy is the son of a Vice Captain...and that woman is Nelliel Tu Oderschvank...this will prove to be very troublesome indeed."</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">He vanished from his spot above the Fourth Division Barracks, reappearing shortly afterwards sitting atop the execution stand atop Sogyoku Hill. He looked towards another figure, wearing a chocolate brown cloak that hid the body. The black-cloaked figure glowed black for a moment, then transformed into a sword, which the chocolate-cloaked figure sheathed, revealing a white outfit with black trim underneath her cloak.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#586681">"So, Nelliel-San has fallen in love with a fellow Shinigami-turned-Arrancar. Interesting. I wonder how this will affect my mission."</span>