Aizen lifted his supremely white tea cup with his pinky outstretched to his delicately pursed lips and took one long, luscious sip before setting it back down with a gentle clink.

"Aaah," He sighed and lifted his eyelids to look at me. "Sylus, you make the best tea I have ever tasted in my hundreds of years of afterlife,"

"Thank you my Lord," I uttered and bowed so low my head almost touched my toes. It was this movement that drew my attention to the fact that I was wearing brightly marked pants which where tight at the ankles and thighs, but poofed out dramatically at the knees.

I found myself wondering how on earth I'd be able to practice my tap dancing in these outlandish pants.

"What do you make it with?" Aizen interrupted my thoughts.

"Opium leaves, sir. And I replaced the sugar with a healthier alternative – cocaine,"

"It is…truly…marvellous," Muttered Aizen slowly, as if he savoured every syllable.

I glanced at my comical pants again.

"How can I practice my tap dancing with these ridiculous things on?" I voiced my thoughts.

"You'll have to take that up with Szayel, he was the one who insisted on the pants. He says they're high fashion,"

"Szayel…?" I mumbled in confusion.

All of a sudden there was a tremendous bang behind me. I whipped around to find Szayel standing there with some sort of food smeared across his face.

"Tally-ho!" He shouted and ran away, but rather awkwardly in the silly pants.

"SYLUS!"

I awoke with a start as Szayel screamed my name and jumped onto my bed.

"The fuck?" Get off my bed you gaybo!" I shouted and shoved him onto the floor.

"You're so mean to your best friend," Szayel wailed dramatically from the ground. "Never mind the fact that I also double as your creator!"

I sat up and rubbed my eyes.

"Yeah, some creator you are. I bet you have hundreds of little Espada eggs cooped up in that lab. When Aizen demands another you simply pop one out and sit on it for a couple of days till it hatches,"

Szayel giggled. Like a little girl, might I add. He then proceeded to stick his head over the edge of my bed and grin at me.

"So what are we gonna do today, huh?"

Over the last 2 weeks Szayel, Gin and I have been committing various acts of mischief around Hueco Mundo, simply because we found a sort of kinsmanship with each other – we all think Hueco Mundo is well boring and would like to spice it up a little bit with our unique personalities. Aizen calls us "The Three Musketeers", although I'm not quite sure who or what that is, and always looks quite amused when he sees or hears of what we've done.

"I dunno, how can we possibly out do what we did yesterday?"

"Oh please. Painting the whole outside of Las Noches pink is not THAT impressive,"

"But it was pretty impressive when you stood in front of it and it looked like your head had no top!"

Just then I remembered my dream and started laughing feverishly at the memory of Szayel in those pants with food all over his face.

"I so have an idea!"

A/N: Oooh! Cliff-hanger!

I like short chapters. Cuz I get bored easy. Unless the story's really good.

Also, just in case anyone was wondering, Sylus uses "well" in the same way as "very". So "well boring" = "very boring".

I have no idea where this is going. _