"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY PARTYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!"
"Fukutaichou! Keep your voice down...! You'll ruin the surprise...!"
"Oh... sorry Cueball...!"
Three lights lingered in the darkness of the Squad 11 Barracks. They moved through the darkness with swift pace... and a stealth that a fox couldn't match...
"Fffff-...!" A voice began to curse... the stealthiness of the group... fading away into the darkness itself.
"Great job Mini-Mustache!" Then a small thud reverberated and another quiet curse. "Fukutaichou...! Stop being so meeeeeeean...!"
"We're here...!" A deep voice rumbled...
The doors leading to the 5th seat of the 11th Division slid open to reveal a sleeping man.
"My men are getting weak... to not have been woken by us? Takes a real..." "Kenny...! Worry later...!"
One of the lights moved closer to the side of the room, lighting the lanterns... the man woke up in response, his hand itching towards his Zangpakuto.
"No that's more..."
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY YUMICHIKA (YUN-YUUUUUUUUUUUUN!)" They all sang, revealing the 5th seats closest friends and allies.
"You guys..." He flipped his hair, "This is truly beautiful." He looked at the small cake in his Lieutenants hands and patted her head, "Did you make this Yachiru-fukutaichou?"
She nodded vigorously, "Just for you Yun-Yun!"
He smiled back at her, "You're so kind. I'll be sure to savour every last bite of this beautiful cake." She giggled.
"Why is she only mean to us...!" The men called "Cueball" and "Mini Mustache" whined in unison.
"Quite your complaining and enjoy this Midnight Party!" The largest man in the room grumbled, followed by a deep and rich laughter.
"AYE AYE CAPTAIN!"
Happy appy appy appy BIRFFDAY YUN-YUUUUUUUUUN!
