AN: This is what I have to post this weekend. There has been a family emergency on my end and my dad is in the hospital right now. I hope you understand if you see any grammar errors, I just do not have time to check this. Please do not worry, everything looks like it is going to be fine.

Happy Easter.

Since my fiasco with other holidays, Lord Aizen decided to just accept that his heartless and emotionless monsters wanted to celebrate holidays. Because of this, we now got a shipment of goodies for that specific day. This time is seemed to be Easter. Somehow I had snagged a bag of sweets and now I was attempting to get Ulquiorra to interact for once in his life.

I shook the multicolored bag in Ulquiorra's much annoyed face, "You are chicken."

"No," He sighed as his pen was set to rest in the pot, "to eat such things while not knowing what flavor you may be eating does not appeal to me in the least."

Dumping the bag out on his desk, I snagged a dark green jelly bean and popped it in my mouth, "See? They're not…"an explosion of sweet tartness met my tongue, "not that bad. I just got watermelon."

The Espada looked down at his now covered desk, "Why must you always interfere with my personal space?"

I munched on another that I had a sneaking suspicion was cinnamon, "I'm your fraccion."

"That does not mean you have an obligation to …do this," Ulquiorra brushed the beans into a pile, distinctively plunging into distain. I was so used to it that I just grinned in response and popped another one. Coffee went off like a bomb on my taste buds. Keeping my face straight, I noted to pay a bit more attention.

Ulquiorra thankfully did not noticed and after a second, spoke, "Listen trash, this is what is going to happen. I will eat two beans and then you and your candy will leave."

"Sure," there was no part of that to agree with, but hey, who asked us if we wanted to be undead?

The Espada examined the pile and carefully pulled out a very black piece. I watched as he took it up like he was looking for a sign of infection or if the thing was going to eat him from the inside out. Twisting it this way and that, finally he deemed it worthy for his stomach and popped. I don't think it was an awful flavor by the way he chewed.

"Well?"

Ulquiorra didn't answer. Instead, he took the top bean and without a thought, tossed it in with the other. I barely had a second to notice the color but I could feel my stomach twist. Brown. Pink, Yellow, Green dotted brown. There was a warning on the bag, the worst candy in them all. Vomit.

That couldn't be good for digestion.

Luckily for him, it didn't get that far. His face twitched ever-so slightly and his eyes narrowed across the desk. Whatever was going on in his mouth was not making him happy. I winced. Slowly, he swallowed.

"I…I'll just go now."

Ulquiorra Schiffer lifted the pen stiffly, "As you were ordered. Do not come back for the rest of this holiday."

"Sure."