It was a long night for Szayel as he sat up most of the night going over the results on Zeshin once more. He wanted to prove even more that the arrancar was not who he claimed. Waking up Szayel stretched his arms over his head and yawned.

For reasons other then a strange feeling he looked beside his desk. Quickly he jumped up causing the chair he sat in to be pushed dramatically back and falling to the floor.

“FORNICARAS!!"

Szayel frantically looked around the room not seeing his zanpakuto anywhere. His eyes narrowed and his blood boiled as he spoke through gritted teeth.

“I will kill that bastard when I get my hands on him!”