Hi, Riekie here! This is my first and only Oneshot for the BA Holiday Contest!
I hope everyone that reads it can enjoy it from a reader's perspective and get into the holiday mood.
Contains slight swearing.
ENJOY!!!
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Sighing, wondering, staring through the windows of the immense white (was it really that dull colour?) Castle, well Aizen-sama rather called it their palace; Las Noches.
A Spanish named building in the middle of the desert, a dead one. Though was everything in that desert dead? Didn't it bare any lifeforms on the hills of sand? He knew. He knew what lifeforms lived there, though one could not say it was really alive.
He stood up, sitting on the window sill for hours (atleast it felt like hours) had made him even more bored than he already was. It was night time, though it was always dark he knew the times of day by now, living here for so long. Hands in his pockets, head pointing down, back eyes narrowed and just the usual frown on his face that one who dared speaking to him immediately knew not to; yes, he was not in the mood for any kind of contact.
Slouching his way through the hallways, perhaps going back to his own room, he noticed a small glimmer of light on the floor tiles. He thought, ofcourse at first, that it was the lights reflection.
It wasn't.
He noticed more and more light reflections when he actually started to care for what was going on with the floor.
'Tch, probably just the light having a bright day.' He laughed at his own comment, seemingly amused when he thought back about what he said. It was, afterall, a sarcastic comment, and a funny one.
A small smile creeped onto his face when he actually began following the strange glimmers. He went through hallways, creeped through strange holes, climbed multiple staircases, heck, he somehow made it to the roof of one of the towers of the immense palace of Las Noches.
He was outside.
Still, the light wasn't gone, now glimmering upon the concrete upper deck and stretching it's way further and further over to a different part of the palace.
'Sigh. Who's idea was this to trick me so?'
He looks around as if noticing someone that has made up this little trick and exposing itself to him; right here, right now.
No one.
'Come out, come out where ever you are.' He says in the most sarcastic tone.
No sound.
'The one that made up this little trick to get me up here must be very bored out of his mind and has, ofcourse, an eternal deathwise on his part.'
His smile grows wider and wider, imagining what he would do to the person that tricked him into coming here and wasting his time following the glimmer.
He still spots no one and when carefully looking around if no one is spying on him, he resumes his 'journey'.
Glitters.
Glitters are now mixed in with the glimmer of light. Not only on the floor of the tower, but also on the walls. It is basically everywhere and growing brighter and brighter the more he follows it.
'Who's idea was this huh? I can't believe Aizen has ordered someone to paint the palace; not in this hideous fashion.'
No glimmer, no glitter.
'Aah!' he says amused but dissapointed at the same time; 'it seems as though the show is finally over.'
Footsteps. Heavy ones.
'Eeh?' 'Show yourself!'
a dingling sound.
More heavy footsteps, but just from one person.
'Yammi? What the hell are you doing painting Las Noches you fat bastard?! I can hear you coming from a mile away!' he says grumpily, hoping it was someone more interesting, someone really worth his time.
No answer.
'Answer me you fat recycled sidekick! Why the hell did you trick me to come here!? Got one confession to make you big ol' Yammi you?!' he says teasingly.
The footsteps are coming even closer now.
They round the corner.
Curly hair.
A black belt with a golden buckle.
More curly hair.
Red fabric.
Black, cowboy-like leather shoes.
White gloves.
Red cheeks.
'Who, who the hell are you!' he says angrily, ready to incinerate the big creature that apparently lured him here.
'Good evening…..'
'Grimmjow.' A nice, warm and welcoming voice says.
'S-s-santa?!' Grimmjow stutters out.
'Yes, it is me; Santa Claus.' He continues on in the same warm and gentle voice.
Grimmjow's mouth is literally on the floor, staring his eyes out in disbelief of seeing Santa.
' B-But Santa…How?' Grimmjow still in shock.
'No need for small talk, Grimmjow. How have we been the last year?' Santa asks.
'Well, uhm…' Grimmjow says, fiddling with his fingers, plucking his hair and steadily growing a rouge blush on his cheeks.
'I-I uhm…..' he continues stuttering.
Santa watches Grimmjow quietly, waiting for his answer.
Suddenly Grimmjow stands up straight and looks the big man in the eye.
'I've saved this orange-haired girl when she was bullied!' he exclaims proudly.
'Aaaand….?' Says Santa.
'Well ehh, I've killed the ones that were bullying her..but she restored their bodies so they are still alive.' He says in complete honesty and very proud of his good-doing, well Orihime's.
'I see Grimmjow. Not much have we changed this year now, did we?' Santa says in slight dissapointment.
Grimmjow says nothing.
Santa sighs.
'But Santa, why did you create all these signs if you knew it all?' he asks.
'That Grimmjow, was to make sure you would come to see me and remember what I had told you last year. Have you forgotten that?' santa says displeased.
'I ehh, well I didn't forget but I was so busy and all saving the woman back then that I kinda….did.' he bends his head down as to receive punishment for his actions.
'It's alright Grimmjow, I am glad you came to see me, after all; even Arrancar need alittle something from Santa himself to get through the 'holidays.'
Grimmjow's head is still bent down.
Santa walks away, rounds the corner and Grimmjow can hear he's flipping things over, as to look for something. No more sound; apparently he's found the certain item he was looking for and now walks back in his jolly old way; back to Grimmjow.
'Raise your head.' Santa says in an amusing tone.
And so he does; Grimmjow raises his head and when meeting the eyes of Santa the jolly old man pushes a bright coloured package in the hands of the startled Arrancar.
'Enjoy.' He says while walking back to his sleigh. He hops onto it and slowly starts moving.
'Ooh, and don't forget to show the others the glimmers, Grimmjow. I've got alittle something for them too!' he says. His voice and image fading into the distance.
'But wait!' Grimmjow shouts. 'where are you going now?' he says in utter confusement.
'To deliver these gifts. What else would I be doing on Christmas Eve? Don't worry though; Your brothers and sisters will find their gifts when they find this location; with your help ofcourse!'
And those are Santa Claus' final words to Grimmjow; floating away into the distance.
Grimmjow opens the package and looks inside.
'What the…..?!'
The End