Gin frowned deeply as the sound of singing reached his ears through the mountainous range of which he lived. The happy and optimistic words that were sung made his grin fade slightly and he couldn't help but snarl to himself. He hated Christmas.

"Those fools," he muttered, his smug smirk slipping back into place. "they really have no idea how stupid this whole thing is do they?"

By his side stood Kira who, unsure if he was being asked the question or not, decided that it was probably best to just answer. "No, I don't think they do ..."

For a moment, all the silver haired man did was nod, the gears in his brain obviously twisting and turning in every imaginable way possible. He just stared down from the edge of the cliff they stood upon, eying where he knew the village was though he could not see it. All those silly little shinigami Who's. So ignorant.

So unsuspecting.

So terribly naive and ripe for the taking. All he needed was a plan and the means to pull it off with. But what? It had to be big, it couldn't be something as small and trivial as prank calling every person with a phone in the village – as had been his plan of attack the year before. Sure, he'd annoyed the shit out of everyone but it hadn't really left much of a reason for them to stop celebrating Christmas.

Terrorism was always a possibility, but he couldn't very well create something worth while, nor could he go on a suicide mission because then he just couldn't enjoy his victory, now could he? And Kira was certainly out of the question because ... well, he'd be loosing his bed partner, and seeing as how the blond was the only company he'd ever had it was just not an option.

Finally, as his thoughts were becoming desperate for a plan seeing as how Christmas day was less then 24 hours away, something hit him. An idea. And oh, what a brilliant plan it was. So brilliant it made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside and terribly proud of himself. Gin could hardly keep control of the laughter rising up in his throat and instead opted for smirking like a mad man.

Seeing that look on his face, Kira couldn't help but feel slightly nervous. Gin normally looked evil as it was, always smirking and sneering, but at the moment he was looking downright diabolical. He took an involuntary step back just before the slightly taller man turned to him.

"I know what we are going to do,"

"O-oh?"

(XxXxX)

"This singing is stupid," Ichigo muttered under his breath, though Rukia heard him and promptly smacked him upside the head.

"Don't be that way, Ichigo. It's Christmas. Be happy. You don't want to be like Ichimaru up in the mountains now do you?" The carrot top cursed a few times before mumbling a 'no' and shuffling off, probably to get his little sister to make him a batch of cookies. Rukia shook her head gently and looked off into the snowy horizon, just admiring the slowly falling snowflakes. It was barely snowing, but it was just enough to make it gather in her hair. It was beautiful.

The entire village was decorated with holiday cheer and some of the villagers had taken things a little too far – as usual - both with their decorating and their costumes. Take Kyoraku for example. Being as flamboyant as he was, it wasn't much of a surprise when he made a red shawl with a white fur trim that very much resembled the one he normally wore. The 'snowflakes' towards the bottom even looked suspiciously like petals.

But, never one to be outdone, Yumichika had quickly put together a Christmas wardrobe of his own, his managing to come out somehow less flamboyant then it was gay – and not the happy kind. To say he looked like a young, yet to gray Santa Clause was one hell of an understatement. The man was even wearing suspenders under the red jacket for crying out loud!

But in the end, it didn't matter how carried away the residents of Whoville got, or how outrageous some of the houses looked with too many lights, reefs and plastic figures littered all over. All that mattered was that everyone got to spend the holiday with their loved ones and Rukia knew this very well.

"Man! When is it gonna' be Christmas!? I wanna' open my presents already!"

"That's not a nice thing to say, Jinta ..."

"Hey, whose gonna' pour me my first cup of Christmas sake tomorrow?"

Though, she did sometimes wonder if everyone else knew it as well.

(XxXxX)

Gin was pacing back and forth, gesticulating like a mute on crack, his grin somehow managing to look wider and more maniacal with each word he spoke. To be honest, the plan he described was rather ingenuous, a good idea on his part, but there was only one thing Kira saw a problem with.

"Alright!" he said excitedly upon reaching the end of his explanation. "Let's take some measurements and get to work! There's not a whole lot of time left and -"

"Um, sir?" Gin paused, giving the blond an expectant look, prompting him to continue. "... neither of us knows how to sew ..."

An awkward silence filled the room, Kira becoming more and more uneasy with each passing second. He was just beginning to think he shouldn't have pointed out that little detail when Gin broke the tension filled moment of quiet.

"How hard can it be?" He made a small 'psh' sound and turned on his heel, marching into the room he shared with Kira, who trailed after him, albeit with slight hesitation. He watched as Gin got down on to the floor and began to rummage underneath their bed, eventually pulling a rather large box from the darkness. Gin wiped his hands of dust as Kira ventured closer to take a peek, then, in a flourish, he removed the lid, revealing what looked to be a never before used sewing machine.

Kira blinked, surprise evident on his face. "Why do you have a sewing machine? Under our bed of all places?"

Gin gave a small shrug as he removed it from the box. "Someone gave it to me for my birthday one year and I never got around to throwing it away." Once he had it sitting on the floor beside him like how the picture on the little pamphlet showed, he beamed in pride. "There. All we have to do is follow the directions in here and we should be all good. We'll have a Santa costume in no time and then ..." He trailed off as a truly blissful look crossed his face only to be replaced by an insane grin.

The blond man couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for the Who's. This was obviously going to be the worst holiday disaster anyone had ever seen but Kira was determined to stick by Gin's side until the very end. Even if it meant the Who's coming after them with pitchforks and stakes.

Oh, this was going to be a terribly long Christmas.

(XxXxX)

... yep. I was originally just going to make this a one shot but it's almost four in the morning right now and I can't type anymore. The screen is blurry and my brain is hardly working, so I have to stop or this will just end up as the stupidest thing in the world. I'm not really sure where my inspiration for this came but I hope you like it. And I do realize it's nowhere near Christmas, it's not even cold yet, but I'm sure it's winter somewhere in the world so whatever. Yes, Kira and Gin are together like that and just for the record this is my first time writing for either of them so I'm sorry if I've made any mistakes in character thus far. Just tell me, and I will correct immediately. Also, I tried my damnedest think of something better then Whoville, but nothing came, so if anyone has a good idea, please tell me.

Oh, I do not own Bleach or The Grinch, but I would like to say I own Gin's sewing machine. Please review or else I may not write the second part to this and you wont get to see what happens at the end. Will Gin change his ways as the Grinch did in the movie, or will he just continue to hate Christmas forever? Or will something completely unexpected happen? To be perfectly honest, I don't know just yet, but hopefully we'll find out together.