A/N: I was having nostalgia about a fanfiction from Naruto, about Kabuto Yakushi being tormented by the Sound Five, and their antics. I have found a few lists of ways to annoy our resident evil overlord, and have decided on a select few from one particular list to use. These will be distributed out through chapters. I don't hate any of the Espada, and quite frankly love all of them, like I love the Akatsuki and Organization XIII, so be at rest my fellow Espada fans!

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. I also do not own the list, to which the credit belongs to Nemishiwa. Your list was genius!

Grimmjow sat in the scientist's lab, entertaining himself on a large computer console. Currently, he had a webpage up with the URL saying something about "fans afflicted" or "and fiction"; Nnoitra couldn't tell, as he wasn't looking directly at it, but rather at the text below it. Szayel stood on the other side of the room, separating the pieces of one of the dead fraccion's brains into different coloured containers, some steaming and smoking purple and green. This didn't deter the fifth and sixth Espada from scrolling the screen repeatedly, and giggling manicly. Finally, however, Szayel Aporo Granz had had enough, and he stalked over, gloves still spattered with gray brain matter and some nondescript fleshy clumps.

"I fail to see the entertainment," he grouched as he neared the two side-clutching Arrancar. Then, he saw the screen, and went pale.

"You... you can't be serious."

The fifth was the first to regain control of himself, and then he grinned.

"Very serious. Oh, yes... this is gold!" He clamped a hand down hard onto Grimmjow's shoulder as an imaginary light went off above his head. The sexta jumped, then froze.

A slow smile made it's way across his features, and the two hissed in unison.

"Damn!"

Szayel slowly shook his head from side to side, trying to discern any shred of sanity in their sudden decision. Alas, he found none, and leveled Nnoitra with a glare (as level as that can get, considering he's seven feet). "You are madmen. I will NOT partake in this lunacy," he sniffed, and turned away. But before he completed the turn, five bony fingers caught his collar and spun him around to face the stooping beanpole of an Arrancar.

"You aren't going anywhere. You are fucking taking part in this... whether you like it or not."

The statement came out flat, and threatening. The scientist shifted uncomfortably at the closeness of that uneven keyboard grin.

"... Have it your way, but the guillitine slices your throat, not mine."

The quinta shook him for emphasis. "Fuckin' awesome!" He released the frazzled octa's collar, and turned back to Grimmjow, who was printing out a long list of...

Ways to Annoy Sousuke Aizen.

"Perfect..."

The uncommon sight of Nnoitra closely flanked by Grimmjow and a reluctant Szayel found everyone gathered in the meeting room. Harribel regarded them quizzicly, but soon looked away as Nnoitra met her gaze, and let it travel down to investigate her cleavage. He smirked, as the three of them sat, and the meeting commenced with out further delay.

"Good afternoon, my dear Espada," Aizen greeted cordially, sipping from his tea. "I trust you have all enjoyed a productive morning."

It came out more like a statement rather than a question, and it was clear he expected no particular response as he soon continued.

"We have had some disturbances regarding the distruction of our beautiful Los Nochez. I would happily assume that it was none of you that have caused such mayhem in our domain." At this, his gaze swept quickly and cooly over Yammy, Grimmjow, Szayel and Nnoitra. A collective shiver ran through the four, and Grimmjow was met with an icy green gaze from across the table. "Trash," the cuarto mouthed, and Grimmjow resisted against all temptations to introduce Ulquiorra to a double-wammy flipping of the bird. Aizen continued.

"... These events have sparked an increase in cleaning duties, and I am regretful to inform you that the remainder of the duties falls upon the Espada. Therefor, I have compiled a short list of jobs and who will be completing them, as I'm sure that you've-"

"Who died and made you God?" shrieked Grimmjow, as he jumped to his feet, overturning his chair in the process. Gasps of surprise and murmured comments of disgust filtered through. Aizen took a long sip from his tea, and paused, seemingly waiting for another outburst. When he was satisfied, he smiled warmly at Grimmjow.

"Please seat yourself, and pick up your chair, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez. And as for your question... one does not get handed power. One must reach out and take it for himself. Power is to be gained and used, not had and passed about. I thank you for your honesty," at these words a slight rise in riiatsu greeted the trembling group, "and I hope you understood my answer as fully as I intended-"

"Liar!" Grimmjow still hadn't seated himself, and still wasn't finished screaming, apparently. Tousen's hand rested on the hilt of Suzumushi, ready to take justifyable action if necesary. Gin simply widened his grin at Grimmjow, and flicked his glance over at their leader. The riiatsu flowed higher still in the room, but Aizen kept his facial composure. "Sit down, sexta, lest I be forced to punish you."

A moment of silence followed, then said sexta leveled Aizen with a smirk.

"If you are such a God, then ... smite me! I dare you! Smite me down with your godly powers!"

Aizen's face lost all it's warmth, but no other emotion showed. "Seat yourself." His riiatsu pushed Grimmjow backwards onto the floor, into his toppled chair, breaking off two of the legs in the process. The room was silent for a moment, once again. Then laughter bubbled up from the place where the sexta had collapsed.

"Ha... hahaha! That the best you've got? Am I mistaken, or aren't you a God at all?"

Silence.

"I mean, hahaha, he can't even smite me down with his oh-so-Godly omnip... omnipotes!"

"Omnipotence," Szayel hissed from his left. He ignored this, for now Aizen spoke in his usually calm and deceivingly friendly tone.

"Cancil that order, my dear Espada. We have a volunteer to take care of all of these reconstruction and clean-up duties I had so carefully detailed out in lists. Sexta, do come claim your lists and make sure to have your tasks completed by the end of this week. Meeting adjourned."

As the Espada sonido'd out of the meeting room greatfully, Nnoitra elbowed Szayel, and he took out the printed sheets Grimmjow had prepared, and checked off numbers 1 and 2.

The quinta grinned.

Absolutely perfect...

A/N: Please review, and I hope you keep reading as I update! I am a spiratic updater, so it's not likely theywill be regular, but very likely they will be very soon and fast. I'm on a roll. At 3:40 A.M. In your reviews, feel free to let me know of more ways to annoy Aizen or any ideas you have. Oh, and a word for Dubmasterdub. Please check out Hueco Mundo Cup on youtube, by Dubmasterdub. It is the best Bleach parody I have found yet, and I guarantee all of you will love it as much as I do. There may be a reference or two in here, so it would benefit you to watch it. I'll shut up now, so you can review like the good little reviewers I know you all are. -smiling sweetly, with knife in hand- Really. I know you will.