Author's note: Hey all! This is my first published work - and since it's around the holiday season, I decided to make a Christmas fanfiction! So First of all, I wanna thank my awesome Beta Reader that prevented me from giving myself editing paranoia. Aishiteru! Second - this is a two part fanfic and yes it IS M-rated and that part's coming soon! Third, I don't own Bleach - Tite Kubo does. Hope you enjoy it! OH! and please R/R. Thanks!
People are saying it's "Las" not "Los" so I'm just changing that. I just thought since it's spanish... ya know? and Los Angeles isnt Las Angeles. But then Las Vegas isnt Los Vegas. X.x Content didn't change though.
On the eve of the 20th of December, Aizen, Gin and Tousen met in the throne room to discuss some very serious matters.
"Ya know, it's almost that time of the year," Gin said as he sat on the cold tile floor of the throne room, "Christmas and all."
"What do you propose we do then, Gin?" Aizen said slightly amused. He walked to his throne, sat down, and rested his head on his left hand. He looked at Gin with mellow brown eyes and a slight twitch of his lips gave away to a short-lived smile.
"Maybe we can teach the Espada the joys of Christmas," Tousen said thoughtfully, also thinking deeply on this situation.
"Yeah – I'd been meanin' to tell them what a mistletoe is," Gin said with a smirk. His mind suddenly filled with pictures of unfortunate Espadas forced to lock lips due to the misfortune of walking under one. This is going to be interesting. "Ya know, Tousen, that might not be a bad idea at all. Our firs' Christmas in Hueco Mundo, ne?"
"Then call for an Espada meeting," Aizen ordered, "This is going to be interesting." He muttered under his breath. Gin bowed respectively and left the room.
In a different part of Las Noches, a blue-haired arrancar paced nervously back and forth in front of a door with a gothic number four painted on it in the dimly lit hall where the rooms of the Espadas were. Today was going to be the day he was going to confess his true feelings to that emerald-eyed emo kid. Now, if only he could say something that would not make him look like an idiot or get a cero aimed at him, again.
Grimmjow took a deep breath, gathered his courage, and knocked on the door when, out of nowhere, a gloved hand touched his left shoulder.
"WHAT THE FUCK!?" Grimmjow yelped, jumping in midair. He was so focused on not trying not to make a fool of himself, the Sexta did not see the Primera Espada walking towards him.
"Ow… geez you're loud," Starrk said, annoyed, while covering his ears. "Aizen-sama called for another meeting with the Espada. We better go." Starrk said after the tension died down.
"FUCK HIM! I'm in the middle of something very important right now!" Grimmjow growled. He turned around to face Ulquiorra's door and attempted to knock on the door but Starrk pulled him back.
"This can wait until later. Gin said it was going to be short." The Primera said with a half-covered yawn. His patience growing thin.
"Fine," Grimmjow sighed in resignation. That bastard.
As the duo walked towards the throne room, the door with the gothic number four opened slowly. Ulquiorra, annoyed with all the commotion, decided to see what the heck was going on, though he secretly thought that Grimmjow was incredibly adorable when he threw tantrums. But by the time he opened the door, no one was there.
Well, better get to that meeting then.
The Espada gathered in the throne room, at a respectable distance, where Aizen sat waiting with Gin and Tousen standing on either side of him. Gin covered his lower half of his face with his sleeves, trying to stop himself from smirking.
"My dear Espada, Today the three of us are here to explain something of fairly great importance to you."
"What would that be, Aizen-sama?" Ulquiorra asked.
"I'm glad ya asked Ulqui-chan," Gin said with a sly grin. Ulquiorra flinched slightly at the sound of his "nickname". "Every year on the 25th of December, the humans in the human world and us in Soul Society celebrate Christmas. On that day, we decorate our house and wrap presents which can be ANYTHING by the way…"
Gin went on and on and on about every subject connected to Christmas: From presents, to decorating trees. By the end of his six hour long lecture on Christmas, Starrk and Grimmjow had dozed off. Even Ulquiorra struggled with all his might to stay awake.
"… And finally, my favorite part – the mistletoe!" Gin said cheerfully. He reached into his pocket and pulled one out for all to see. "This little thing is hung all around and if two people stand right below it, they have to kiss each other." At that, Grimmjow's head shot up.
"That's about it. Oh and since it's in five days, all o' ya need to help decorate Las Noches. Oh, and all of ya need to give a present to at least one other Espada. So to make things fun, yer goin' ta draw a name and give a present to whoever's name you drew."
"Are you quite finished Gin?" Aizen cut in, waking up from a nap.
"Yup. I'm just gonna leave these boxes full of decorations here until Christmas mornin' and we can all decorate, along with the rest of the Arrancars."
"Then all of you are dismissed," Aizen said with a yawn.
Everyone eagerly emptied out the throne room. Grimmjow, however, stayed behind until everyone else was gone. He looked through the decorations and sure enough, he found some mistletoes in one of the boxes. He quickly stuffed some into his pocket and ran to his room as quickly as he could.
Ulquiorra walked casually to his room with his hands in his pockets and mind replaying parts of the long lecture as well as he could;
…and wrap presents which can be ANYTHING by the way…" This is going to be interesting.
"Hey Ulquiorra," a voice behind him called out. Ulquiorra scowled. The poor Cuatra's train of thought was wrecked. Turning around slowly, his eyes showing a look of pure annoyance, he faced the train wrecker, which was none other than Yammy.
"What do you want?" His emerald-green eyes staring at him like daggers.
"Well, erm… since you go to the human world so much, I was hoping you can help me with this 'presents' thing."
"Why didn't you ask Grimmjow," he said coldly. Ulquiorra was obviously too annoyed to be bothered with such a pointless conversation.
"Well… I tried but… he sorta slammed the door in my face."
Ulquiorra, seriously annoyed and pissed off, walked into his room and said, "I don't have time to be bothered with pointless questions." And slammed the door in Yammy's face.
The Espada, once again, made their way to the throne room – for another meeting of sorts…
Today was the day that everyone picked out who was to give a present to whom.
"Okay. Now that everyone's here, we'll get started," Gin said, taking out a Santa hat and holding it above his head for all to see. "Inside here are slips of paper numbered from 1-10." He showed them the little pieces of paper in the red hat. "Everyone picks out ONE number only and no tradin' and try not to tell anyone else about what number ya got. And you have two days to come up with a present. Starrk, why don'cha go first? We'll go in rank order."
Starrk sighed and reluctantly got up – upset to wake up during his nap, picked out a slip of paper and walked back to fall asleep again.
So each Espada got up and took a slip of paper. And in the end, Grimmjow, to his relief got Ulquiorra's number. He did a mental cheer and jammed the paper slip into his pocket. Hell yeah. Today was his lucky day.
Szayel ended up picking out Grimmjow's number and Ulquiorra got number eight, Szayel's number. Ulquiorra mentally sighed. Oh well.
After the meeting, with everyone back in their rooms, Szayel lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. What the hell would Grimmjow want for Christmas anyway? It was the first question he asked himself after the meeting. If anything qualifies, I should just drug Ulquiorra and give him to Grimmjow…but they'll both end up frying me with ceros…
I think I'll give it a shot anyway, Szayel thought and got up to see Ulquiorra.
Ulquiorra, at the same time, was in his room wondering what in the world Szayel would want – besides a new chemistry kit (haha). He was planning on asking Aizen for permission to go to the human world in a few minutes. Getting up, he walked to the door and was about to open it and head out when he heard someone knock on the other side.
"Ulquiorra! Open the door, I need to ask you something."
Ulquiorra flinched at the sound of Szayel's voice. It was not because he was afraid of him or hated him. It was because that usually, when Szayel was this excited, something bad was going to happen to the person he was talking to. And God knew that he certainly did not want to be that person again.
Reluctantly, Ulquiorra opened the door and Szayel ran in.
"What is going on?" Ulquiorra asked, slightly bewildered.
"Would you like to promise me something first?" Szayel asked between gasps of air.
"Depends…" Ulquiorra's eyes stared menacingly.
"Erm… well…I- I got a request… more like. See, I was thinking… since neither of you two would admit it to each other, I was thinking I could give you as a present to Grimmjow all wrapped up and everything."
Ulquiorra could practically feel the heat rise up to his face. How the hell did he know?
"How did you know?" Ulquiorra was a little embarrassed about being found out.
"Well, remember the last time I drugged and dragged you to my lab? I sorta scanned your brain…I still have the cero scar on my left ass cheek from that time…"
"Why the hell should I?" Ulquiorra's eyes narrowing and glaring at Szayel menacingly.
"Come on – it'll be the perfect time to tell Grimmjow how you really feel."
Ulquiorra could feel the mixture of anger and embarrassment rising to his face. "Get the hell out of my room. Or I'll cero your other butt cheek."
This is not going well, Szayel thought to himself. Come on genius – think of something to save your precious butt!
Ulquiorra pointed his right index finger at Szayel ready to aim a cero at his face.
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!!!!
"Wait, wait, wait!" Szayel, trying to save his beautiful face from getting ceroed, said as he tried to back away from the Cuatra. "This is just an idea – but I really wanna make Grimmjow happy too. After all, he's my friend too, you know? Besides, this is a once in a lifetime chance and I'm giving you an offer you can't possibly refuse."
"Get the fuck out," Ulquiorra said in a low voice – close to a growl but… not yet.
"I'll let you think it over. Meet me in my lab tomorrow night if you make up your mind."
And with that, Szayel turned around and walked out the door – quickly slamming the door shut in fear of getting ceroed in the butt again.
Ulquiorra walked to his queen-sized bed, lied down and stared at the ceiling – mentally brainstorming likely scenarios of what would happen if he allowed Szayel to wrap him up and what would happen if he just ceroed his ass in his lab. He knew that Szayel was fully capable of drugging him again, but what if he meant well? But then again, what if he did not?
Aizen-sama would not be too pleased if his Octava Espada was out of commission due to a third-degree burn on the bum the night before Christmas. No that wouldn't do at all, Ulquiorra decided.
But what if he DID agree and Szayel, trying to get revenge, drugged him again and did something to his body? But since Szayel and Grimmjow are pretty close friends, Szayel couldn't be lying about wanting to do that…
Ulquiorra blushed at the thought of Grimmjow lifting him out of a gift box and carrying him to his bed, lying on top of him and kissing his neck and lips as he slowly slipped off his clothes.
Damnit. Ulquiorra mentally slapped himself. Get that thought out of your head.
"I love you." Ulquiorra's blush deepened as he imagined whispering those three words to his (not so secret anymore) crush.
Goddamnit! Get OUT OF MY HEAD!!!
Ulquiorra got up from his bed, and searched his room for something hard to hit his head with. Maybe he would be able to hit himself hard enough to get a concussion and maybe short-term amnesia and forget all about it. (Oh yes because that's how we solve all our problems .')
But as he scanned his room, his mind began to wander again.
Ulquiorra lying in bed with Grimmjow on top of him, kissing him with lust and passion, and Ulquiorra moaning softly with his arms wrapped around Grimmjow's neck. Ulquiorra can almost feel Grimmjow's body heat.
BANG! Ulquiorra banged his head against the wall – cracking it in the process. But unfortunately for him, although he saw stars, there was no concussion and no amnesia.
Damn. I give up. Ulquiorra gave up and slowly walked to his closet – picking out a loose white and black pair of pajamas. He stripped down to his underwear and changed into his pajamas, folded his clothes and climbed into bed.
Ulquiorra made up his mind.
On the evening of the next day… (December 24th)
The shadows of two people could be seen in the lab. The smell of disinfectant spray and preserving fluids filled the air.
"Well, what do you say?" Szayel said, trying to hid a smirk since he already knew the answer.
"Are you sure this is safe? I'm starting to doubt it considering the last time I saw you with one of your crazy experiments." Ulquorroa said, his head looking at the ground, blushing at the fact that he's actually agreeing to this. I can't believe I'm doing this. (I can't believe it's not butter!)
"No worries! What's in this syringe is a fluid that will knock you out for about 13 hours." The Octava reassured, showing Ulquiorra a needle filled with a clear fluid. "Then I put you in that giant red gift box in the corner, wrap it up and put it in Grimmjow's room. Simple as that. So if you would be kind enough to lie down on that table over there." The pink-haired scientist said and pointed to the metal bed.
Ulquiorra, he thought to himself, this is the last chance you'll have to back out of this RIGHT NOW!
But his body didn't respond to his mind. And Ulquiorra didn't notice he moved until he felt himself lying down on the cold metal bed.
"Fine. I'll do it. But what about your present? I ended up picking your number."
"Oh don't worry about that. What we're doing now is going to be enough for all three of us." Octava smirked as he uncapped the syringe.
"Are you ready?"
Ulquiorra nodded once slowly and Szayel injected the fluid into his blood stream. Almost instantaneously, Ulquiorra began to feel drowsy. Before a minute has passed, Ulquiorra was completely knocked out.
Szayel then walked to his cabinet of medicine and got out a different kind of medicinal fluid, this time a slight hint of pink, and put it in another syringe.
This aphrodisiac should make things fun. It will last for about 16 hours so there's plenty of time after he wakes up to feel the effects. That's what you get for scarring my ass with a cero. Szayel thought to himself with an evil grin.
Szayel grin widened as he injected the aphrodisiac into Ulquiorra's bloodstream. Almost immediately, Ulquiorra, still unconscious, had a blush-like appearance from his body's sudden rise in temperature and started to breath heavily. He then carried Ulquiorra bridal style to the waiting gift box, dropped him in, sealed the box, poked a few holes in for air, and wrapped the present. Topping the box with a nice big green bow, Szayel stood back and admired his work. The heavy breathing should calm down in a few minutes, the pink-haired Espada thought to himself as he looked at his watch. I guess I'll keep him here until tomorrow morning and move him when everyone's in the throne room.
And with that last thought, Szayel walked out of his lab and gently closed the door behind him.
That's the first chapter! Well, I hope you guys enjoyed reading it. Part two coming soon! Please review! It would be much appreciated. And good eyes to the people that caught my mistake. I think I only used it like three times overall. But thanks for that! I changed it. (spell fail on my part sorry!)
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