XIX
Soup
Every "Sunday" as the humans called it, we all sat and watched the food that was placed in front of us. For every Sunday, Lord Aizen dinned with the Espada.
Technically, Arrancars could eat food. We chose not to. No one could cook anything better than coal.
This week was no exception.
The soup was a thick black and a singular carrot floated in the middle. Not even Szyeal dared to touch it to get scientific data.
"My Espada, let us dine."
Lord Aizen took a spoonful and we all waited to see if he was going to explode or not.
*BOOM!*
Ah...wouldn't everybody love it if Aizen had died by bad food served by his own Arrancar?
Thank you for all the wonderful reviews!
-Quin
