I hope you all had a good xmas! And got lots of pressies! And ate lots of unhealthy food! God I love Christmas dinner, best meal of the year in my opinion. Except Christmas pudding, I don't like that.

This one is not that long, soz bout that.

Chapter 1: Accidents happen

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Ulquiorra sat placidly in one of the many tall chairs that lined the table. The blue tinged darkness engulfed the room, the whiteness of the furniture not making the slightest difference. The high backs of the, frankly, uncomfortable chairs reached up into the air that swirled inside the room. His fellow Espada sat around the long table. Most looked bored. Aaroniero Arruruerie of course didn't have any visible expression on his face, being covered in that strange mask-hat-thing.

They all waited. They had been waiting for fifteen minutes now.

Aizen obviously appreciated the art of arriving fashionably late.

As soon as the thought crossed Ulquiorra's mind, the Shinigami betrayer chose to enter the room, his faithful companions Ichimaru and Tousen following behind. He sat in the great chair at the head of the table and peered down its length.

"My loyal Espada, thank you all for attending this meeting" he addressed them all. "Today I have something very important that I would like to discuss with you"

Ulquiorra noticed that Nnoitra seemed a bit more excited at this news. The unsettling arrancar that was always so energetic annoyed Ulquiorra terribly. So much energy wasted in those trivial activities of his.

"But first," Aizen paused and a smirk grew on his lips, "let us have some tea"

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Amaya's hands shook. This in turn caused the objects on the tray she was carrying to clatter amongst themselves. If she wasn't careful she would drop the entire thing. She had to tread carefully. Breaking a pot of scolding tea all over herself was not in her immediate agenda.

Not moving her eyes off of the tray in front of her, she slowly placed a foot outwards. The she moved the other one. Then the first one again.

She smiled. She was actually managing to carry this thing and not make a mess everywhere. And walk with it no less. That was something to be proud of.

"Halt"

Amaya had her attention ripped away from the tray and upwards to the two guards standing by the door. She did her best not to drop the tea pot and cups in the process.

"Who is it that wishes to interrupt the Espada meeting?" one of the guards asked her sternly.

"Err..." Amaya tried to find her voice. "Amaya Silbido, Numeros sixty-three"

She waited. The guards didn't move. She held the tray higher up and indicated it to the stone-like guards.

"I was told to bring tea here" she smiled slightly nervous of the situation.

Silence.

Amaya sweat-dropped.

Relief swarmed over her and she sighed when one of the guards finally nodded and the giant door swung open. Then she realised she had to walk again and risk the dreaded dropping of the tray once more. She gulped and stepped into the room. Darkness swallowed her as the door shut noisily behind her. She looked around the room.

The Espada were all staring at her. She noticed with regret that so were Aizen and the two other Shinigami.

This was not comfortable.

"You're late" Aizen smirked as he spoke. His voice echoed off of the high ceiling and Amaya did not like the sensation it created.

"My apologies, Aizen-dono" she said quickly before attempting to bow. She only stopped the tray from slipping out of her hands just in time. Aizen waved a hand dismissively and Amaya realised that maybe this would be a good time to start walking again. She glared at the tray focused while bringing each foot in turn forwards. Before she knew it she was at the other end of the room, standing beside Aizen's chair.

Using all of her skill, she placed the tray down on the table. She picked up one of the cups and set it in front of Aizen. She then proceeded to lift up the pot of tea and start pouring the steaming liquid into the white cup. All the while, there was silence. Amaya was so busy concentrating at the task at hand that she barely noticed. Who knew pouring tea could be so difficult?

After successfully avoiding the trap of spilling flaming liquid over the person who would surely cut her head off for such a treacherous act, she made her way around the large table, pouring tea for those who desired. Tea ladies had it tough, she decided.

It was only when she was almost finished when disaster finally struck. To be honest, she was surprised it hadn't done so sooner.

"Ahhh! You clumsy bitch!" Grimmjow leapt off of his seat and started yelling profanities at Amaya. He desperately tried to fan his legs where burning tea had inadvertently been spilled. It wasn't that big a deal, really. Only a drop. Or maybe two. Or perhaps an entire cup.

"Oh my god! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Amaya repeated the phrase in panic at realisation of what she had done. She jumped up and down like a lunatic, reaching for a napkin to try and wipe the tea clean from Grimmjow.

"Get off of me!" the now furious Espada shouted before promptly shoving Amaya away from him. She stumbled backwards. Unfortunately, some of the tea had hit the floor and did not make things easy for her.

She slipped and went flying back. A loud crack sounded as her head struck Aaroniero's mask and she briskly fell with a splat onto the hard floor.

The Espada peered at where she had fallen blankly. Grimmjow growled.

Amaya didn't stay on the ground.

Soon she was standing on her feet again, brushing her shoulders off.

"I'm ok, I'm ok" she told them quickly.

"Well, you won't be for long" Grimmjow snarled at her and stepped forwards. She yelped and suddenly decided that now might be the optimum moment to take her leave. She bowed swiftly before fleeing the room, only tripping once in her journey.

Grimmjow made to run after her. He was stopped.

"Grimmjow" his head turned and looked irritated at the man who spoke. Aizen sat with his usual cold look in his eyes. "Let us resume with the meeting"

Grimmjow grumbled and slumped back into his chair. In the rage he was feeling towards that Numeros, he had forgotten completely about the pain in his legs. They didn't even hurt that much in the first place. It was simply the principle of the thing.

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"I have a task for you" Aizen directed calmly at a shadowy corner of the room, "Gin"

Gin ears pricked up and his grin only widened. He looked at Aizen as he sat on his throne, his trusty smirk in full use. Gin remained in the shadows as he replied.

"Oh really? And what would tha' be?"

"I want you to keep an eye on Silbido-san" Aizen answered. Gin was confused at this.

"Wha'? That clumsy ickle thing that made Grimmy-kun so upset?"

"Yes" he said simply. Gin stepped out of the shadows.

"Why?" he asked. The smile on Aizen's face deflated a little.

"She is more dangerous than she looks. She was only an Adjuchas, after all, and yet she managed to produce an entirely humanoid form when shinigamification was applied. That shows some degree of intelligence." Aizen explained a little. Gin knew he was holding back something. Simple intelligence was no reason for him to watch her. There had to be something else. But Aizen would not give up that information yet. Still, watching her may not be completely bad. There could be perks to the job.

"'Kay, I'll keep my eye on 'er"

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Amaya brushed a stray strand of deep red hair from her face as she looked down at the memos she was to pass on to others. The straight bangs that completely covered the left side of her face basically rendered that eye useless. But that didn't make much difference to her sight anyway. The only thing she had problems with because of it was judging depth. Maybe that was one of the reasons for her inelegance.

It wasn't her fault she was so maladroit. Unlucky things just seemed to happen around her.

Most of the time, she wished they wouldn't. Like today at the Espada meeting, they could sometimes be a bit of a pain.

She ran her finger along the small strip of white under her right eye that comprised of the remains of her hollow mask. Something she always did when concentrating. She read the names written on each of the memos carefully, trying to decide which one was most important. She guessed the one to Yammy must be, since he was the only Espada on the list, but then again, was a notice to go pick up his laundry really more important than one telling a Numeros to bring Wonderwice a fresh diaper.

This really was a puzzle.

"Ya know, ya won't get much done by just starin' at 'em"

A small 'eep!' escaped Amaya's mouth at the sudden presence of another. She spun around to face them, eyes wide. Gin stood in front of her, the wide grin on his mask of a face.

"Ich- Ichimaru-sama! I-" she stammered nervously. She didn't like being around powerful people. Somehow, they always seemed to bring out the clumsy side of her. "My apologies"

She bowed lowly and sure enough the evil was set loose. The long straight tresses of her red hair brushed the spotless floor. This wasn't a problem until she tried to stand upright again. In her anxious shuffling she had inadvertently stepped on a section of the hair and the ripping pain against her skull when she pulled upwards made her stumble backwards.

Gin watched amused as her backside struck the floor.

Amaya groaned.

Why was she so god-forsakenly idiotic in her movements?

Then she realised why she had been bowing in the first place. She immediately got to her feet and looked at Gin.

"Um, did you want to speak to me, Ichimaru-sama?" she asked quietly, trying to replace the memory of her falling on her ass once again with a more pleasant thought. She failed and the image continued to replay in her mind, as if set on loop.

"Not really, just wonderin' wha' everyone was doin'" he said. Amaya gulped. It had been a straight two minutes now. It was almost time for another one of her stupid attacks.

Sure enough, it arrived right on time.

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Okies, I know that weren't too good or anything, but I'm still trying to get into this story really. It will pick up pace again, I promise.

I'm currently drawing a picture of Amaya. I've done all the outlining, now I just need to colour it. It should be up on my deviantart soon.

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