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It's Thursday and, as on any other Thursday, it's time for the weekly meeting.

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December 3rd

It was around 10 AM on the third of December. The time was always 'around' because it was no sure way to determine the time as there was not a single watch or clock in the castel Las Noches. The main hall was newly cleaned and the smell of soap and tingle of the lavendel in the air made the room even more astonishing that usual. In the center of a room stood a long wooden table. It took up most of the space in the room and today it was decked with shining white, ebony plates, and in the middle of it all stood a bowl of stew. Although the food was already served, there were only two individuals present in the room. At one end it was the fourth Espada, Ulquiorra, and across the table of him, the beauty Harribel. The two of them didn't talk. It was no need to as they were both most comfortable saying nothing rather than waste breath and time on unnecessary conversation. Still, the air between them was filled with something that could almost be thought of as a mutual opinion; they were both slightly irritated of the absence of their follow Espada.

They didn't have to wait for long. Only a few minutes later, the doors opened and the remaining eight came in either alone or in company with another member. As they came in they all sat down by the table and looked at the plate in front of them.

"What is this?" Yammy looked down at the bowl in front of him. Considering the size of the man, the bowl seemed very, very tiny.

"It is stew." Harribel answered from the other end of the table. Even though she had arrived early, she had not touched the food in front of her, but chosen to wait for the others before tasting it.

Yammy growled under his breath before grabbing the bowl with both of his hands, lifting it to his mouth and chugging it down in one go. It took only a second, and then he put the bowl back down on the table.

"There is nothing wrong with manners, Yammy." The scientist complained from his seat. The pink haired man, although seen as a bit crazy by his fellow Espada, was found of proper etiquette and the tradition of being mannered when one could. "It is possible for you to use the spoon like any other civilized person."

"But we're not 'persons', are we now, Szay?" Grimmjow pointed out as he swallowed a mouthful of stew. "We're Espada. So whatever those stuck-up rules of yours say, it doesn't concern us."

"Well, we could try-" The eight tried, but was cut off by a loud burp from the other end of the table. Irritated, he turned to see who it was, but as he saw that it was none other than Barragan, he chose only to roll his eyes and before looking back down at his food. Although the old king was indeed old, he was still, at least in his own mind, the king, and would not take kindly to criticism.

"I see you enjoy the food." Without making the diners aware of it, the silver haired captain had entered the room from his own office and was now circling the room. "Stew, isn't it?"

"It is, or, it was." Yammy held up his empty bowl to show his boss. "It's too little. It's barely enough to get a taste out of it. I'm hungry!"

"Yes, yes. I understand what you mean." Ichimaru walked across the floor and over to the gigant, placing a hand on his upper arm. "It's a portion meant for the ones of lesser size. It's not everyone that is as big as you, dear Yammy."

"But I am-"

"I know." The captain cut him off. "That is why I gave the order to bring an extra large portion of stew to you room." A smile appeared on his lips as he looked down at questioning eyes of the tenth Espada. "This meal is not meant as your dinner, Yammy. What is in front of you… Well, think of it as an appetizer if you will; a shared meal with your fellow Espada."

After a second, Yammy nodded and the captain continued his walk, finding his place at the separate table. As he did, another door opened up from the side of the room, and Tousen came it, followed by Aizen himself.

"Hello." He greeted as he saw all the Espada sitting around the table. "How are all of you today?"

From around the table came mumbles of different kinds, and Aizen nodded as if he was actually listening to what his subordinates were saying.

"So, I hope that you all enjoyed the stew. It is based on one of my favorites from when I used to go on visits to the human world." He smiled to himself, remembering the days when he had been nothing but an ambitious Shinigami with the world at his feet. As he relived the memories, he and Tousen both headed over to Gin and the captain's table. Sitting down, Tousen handed a document over to Gin.

"Really?" The snake chuckled, careful not to be too loud.

"Do you have any objection to it?" The blind man asked as he took the spoon in his hand and started on the soup.

"No, no. Dear no." He chuckled a bit more. "I'm all for it actually, but I-" His chuckle grew louder for a bit, but he was soon able to control it enough to lower the volume back down again. "I'm just unsure whether or not they will - and imaging the possible results..."

"I have heard that it is the thought that counts." Tousen put the spoon in his mouth. "Or do not you agree in this?"

"I guess I do." Ichimaru smiled. "For better or for worse I say."

"Great. Then that is decided." Aizen sounded as unaffected by this as from most other decision he had to make, but Gin, as experienced he was with their leader, could here a small, hidden droplet of joy in the voice as well.

"LISTEN," The booming and autoric voice made everyone of the Espada turn both their attention and eyes towards their leader. "I have an announcement. From today on, and for the next twenty-one days, you shall all take part in the celebration of Christmas."

The hall was filled with confused mumbling until one voice towered over them.

"I do not think I am alone of not understanding what you are talking of, my lord."

"Ah, Harribel," Aizen nodded towards the female. "I'm glad you asked. Christmas is a celebration that is a tradition held among the humans. So, in the event of our dear guest, we have decided to join in on the celebration for this year only."

The previous mumbling was replaced by silence before a loud chaos broke loose.

"We're to celebrate what?"

"Why should we?"

"That's outrageous!?"

"What's it even about?"

"The word 'Christmas' means 'Feast day of Christ' and is a Christian holiday that honors the birth of Jesus - a boy whom Christians believe is the Son of their God, but also a cultural holiday for non-Christians. The day known as Christmas Day is celebrated on the 25th day of December. It is one of the most important days of the year for Christians, along with Easter when the death and resurrection of Jesus are celebrated."

All eyes, including Aizen's, turned to Ulquiorra. The fourth espada is sitting quiet at his seat, his mouth opening up and providing information.

"Christmas is celebrated all over the world. The traditions are different from country to country, but they nearly always include a feast, giving gifts or cards, and enjoying church or public festivities such as singing Christmas carols and songs. Santa Claus, an old man that gives gifts, is a tradition in many countries of the world."

"Well," Aizen blinked, astonished and surprised by the unexpected lecture. "Very well, Ulquiorra. May I ask how you are in position of this kind of knowledge?"

"The books, my lord." Ulquiorra replied. "Among many of the books we possess, there are two books that is about human traditions and celebrations. I knew of their existence, but it was only last week that I decided to read them."

"How so?"

"The woman mentioned that it was close to this 'Christmas' and asked if it was celebrated in Las Noches."

"I see." Aizen nodded. "Well, you may go inform her; this year, it will be Christmas in Las Noches."

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