Staring at the garland around the tenth division's barracks entrance, Chessebelle felt an overwhelming anger. The way the paper snowflakes glittered in the sunlight, softly blown about by the wind, they were taunting her.
They were laughing at her. She could hear their high-pitched giggles, looking down with gleeful little faces. She always hated the holidays, moreso now that her own companion was no longer with them. He always enjoyed teasing her, calling her a grinch.
The shinigami reached her zanpakuto up, snatching the garland down to the ground and taking her leave back to the twelfth division barracks. She couldn't bring herself to care when a tenth division member came out to yell profanities at her. Not even the urge to toss a retort over her shoulder flatly came over her.
Apparently it had taken them hours to cut out the snowflakes perfectly.