Authors note: I got a little bored, but nevertheless, inspiration struck and I thought I'd have a little fun.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, if I did do you really think I would let Mayuri harm my dear Szayel Aporro-kun?
Drabble;
Silent Night:
Cutlery clinked and clanged softly against the simple snow white china dishes that the Espada enjoyed their nightly meals over. It had long since been a custom for Las Noches's finest to dine together. Of course, it was not as if any of them took pleasure in the idea. It was been Aizen-sama who had called this an opportunity for "bonding" and "team building".This, naturally, meant most of the Espada remained silent in acute defiance over Aizen Sousuke's apparent authority, whilst other, simply cared little for conversation.
Aizen never questioned the silence, quite aware that tensions between the Espada usually ran quite high during the day, so it was unlikely that anyone would co-operate with one another in the evenings. For the leader of Las Noches, it was simply a matter of waiting for them to grow used to the routine an wait for the Arrancar to drop their guard against each other. After all, Aizen viewed the Arrancar as his children, and he, therefore, strived to rid conflict within his small, make-shift family unit.
It was not a night like any other night. No, tonight, something was different, all the Espada could sense the rising tension in the air, but none dared to address it. Each Espada sat dutifully in their places staring at their plates of food pointedly. Although, on occasion Grimmjow stabbed a piece of beef a little too hard with his fork, it remained silent – and stayed that way for quite some time.
Of course, it wasn't until the Octava Espada, Szayel Aporro Grantz lifted his gaze from his plate, to watch the Quinta Espada, Nnoitra Jiruga with a not-so-decipherable look in his Amber eyes and place his silverware delicately onto his china plate without so much as one metallic clink that some of the other Espada realized...silence never lasts forever.
Standing abruptly, Szayel pushed his chair back with the back of his legs, his hands poised in front of him on the table, glaring coldly at the Quinta. The other Espada looked up in alarm at the sudden movement, and if not that then the loud obnoxious screech the chair gaze has it's legs scrapped across the floor until it came to a sudden halt.
"WHY DON'T YOU LOOK AT ME WHEN WE HAVE SEX?!" The Octava yelled across the table at the Quinta, who at this very moment, was too stunned to even blink.
Needless to say, that night was the first night Aizen had ever lost his composure in front of his dear Espada, by choking, ever so slightly, on the water he had swallowed just a moment prior to the outburst. However, luckily for him, nobody was paying attention.
(A/N: Uhh, okay. How was that everyone? Let me know. I hope you enjoyed it.)