Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, or any of the Bleach characters used in this fic. They all belong to Tite Kubo: the genius behind the captivating manga that started it all. I only own any of my original characters that I choose to include, as well as any of my own original plot ideas.
Unacceptable
"Whatcha doing?"
The sound of that voice was enough to scare the hell out of him, especially given the circumstances in which it had inserted itself. He didn't even need to look back to know that Zaraki's irritating brat had, once again, decided to come along and interrupt. But of all the times she could have popped in, he was wondering why the hell it was now, in the dead of night, when he was... busy. She wouldn't understand that adults had certain... emotions to keep in check, thank the gods, but her curiosity and wide eyes were sure to absorb some shred of information that her barbarian father would hold over his head for years.
Mayuri grimaced, Retsu's hand on his shoulder. He could massacre the child and not give a damn about the misery Zaraki would inflict upon him, but Retsu, what with her calm eyes and gentle demeanor, wouldn't allow it. He was forced to fall back, sinking into the sheets as she slipped on her robe, trying to usher the child out of the room. But the girl peeked around her form, staring at him with an insatiable desire to understand what kind of activity the two had been engaged in.
The captain growled as Yachiru landed on his chest, having launched herself across the room. Her tiny hands wandered across his face, knowing that something was missing. He shot Retsu a warning glare, one that insisted she remove the maggot from the area immediately, as he felt his temper rising well past the boiling point.
"Is this a game?" the child chirped, fingers curled and pressed against her face with glee. "I wanna play!"
He felt his jaw slacken and drop, horrified by the fact that Retsu was laughing at the brat's statement. Mayuri grabbed her by the back of her brightly colored top, turning her around so as to place her on the edge of the mattress before pushing her away.
"No," he hissed, hands in his hair. "You can't. Now get out."
To his surprise, she shrugged and skipped back to Retsu's side, giggling as she went. "Okay!" she laughed, tongue hanging out of her mouth. "Since Mayurin won't tell me, I'll just ask Kenny! Kenny knows everything."
Had he not been so pissed off, Mayuri would have scoffed at the idea of that barbarian knowing "everything." The door closed, and he was left to wonder if the brat really would go off and blab what she'd seen. She could have been watching from the beginning, and he wouldn't have noticed. Unacceptable behavior if he'd ever seen, or imagined, it.
He was still seething when Retsu returned fifteen minutes later, a placid smile on her face. Mayuri huffed, her hands meeting his shoulders as she pushed him back with a kiss.
"I'll kill her," he muttered, Retsu's fingers grazing his face as she laughed.
"She won't say anything," she assured him, discarding the robe. "I made sure she got home before giving her something to make her sleep. She'll think it was just a dream."
He smirked, lips against her neck. "And everyone thinks I'm the devious bastard..."