A/N: This fic is a birthday present for Pirate. Happy Birthday! Hope you like this. Once again, sorry this is Bleach and not Naruto, but the lack of knowledge about the show/manga stops me from writing it. :)

Disclaimer: Bleach most certainly belongs not to me.

Spoilers: None.

Beta: Mexicano27

Pairings: None, unless you look at the whole situation from a different angle.

Warning: Crack… Kind of.

Grimmjaw was walking through the endless halls of Las Noches.

White wall, corridor, turn, white wall, white wall, door, numerous, widow, turn, wall, wall…

God, this place is boring as fuck, he thought as he passed yet another white hallway. This place was killing you with its atmosphere, literally. Was this Aizen’s plan from the start, to drive all of his “dear children” bat fuck insane? Or did he think that maybe if it all was so downhill depressing everybody would obey him?

Grimmjaw snorted at this thought and continued to make his way. As if a moron like Aizen would make him fall to his knees and obey. Fat chance!

As he was about to make a turn he stumbled into something and fell backwards landing on his ass.

“What the hell?” he yelled; there would be hell for whoever did this. How dare they, whoever they are, put Grimmjaw Jeagerjaques La Sexta Espada in a position like this? He could cero right into their face or better yet, slaughter them with Pantera.

Oh, that would be fun…

While mussing at all the things he could do, Grimmjaw stood up. With a wolfish grin he stared at the object that caused all this in the first place.

“What the fuck?” he muttered as he looked at a black box that laid in front of him.

The box wasn’t big, just a typical cardboard box.

Well isn’t this a mood killer? How did they expect him to slaughter and massacre a box? Though he could just cero the box or just stomp it… But there wouldn’t be any blood and no horrified screams begging for mercy, a mood killer indeed.

Grimmjaw was about to continue his walk but something on the box caught his sight.

A big pink label was on the other side of the box.

“Outfits – fun pastime,” he read out loud.

A random box? Outfits? Fun pastime? Last Noches did not equal fun pastime, or just fun time for that matter. And outfit? Something about this was off.

At this point, curiosity got the best of him as he knelt down and opened the box.

The box was filled with pink paper, or so it seemed. But it was too heavy to have just paper in it. Grimmjaw took out whatever it was in the box that was covered in the pink paper and started to rip the paper apart. It took just a few seconds for him to get through three layers of paper to the object covered in it. It was something soft and shapeless– a material of some sort. Grimmjaw threw the paper into the box as he held something pink and white in his hands. It was fluffy and extremely soft. Grimmjaw stood up while holding this garment in his hands. He snorted at what he saw when he lifted the piece of clothing higher. It was a rabbit’s costume; big, fluffy, with ears, a pink belly and a little white tail.

This was ridiculous. Who the hell would wear something like this in Las Noches?

Grimmjaw threw the costume down into the box and continued to make his way through the ghostly white halls of the Las Noches palace.

Minutes later after Grimmjaw had disappeared down the hall a tall figure open the nearest door and peeked outside.

“He’s gone!” whispered someone from the other side of the door and opened it a little wider.

Aizen exited the room and walked to the box that lay on the floor several meters away. He silently picked up the box and slowly made his way back to the room closing the door behind him.

Fin.