Characters: Yumichika, Yachiru
Summary: There's no way he's participating in that.
Pairings: None
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Timeline: None needed
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
Yumichika isn't sure how he got put on "Baby-sit Yachiru" duty again so soon, and how he got put on that particularly trying duty on Christmas, when by all rights he should be out drinking with his friends, but here it stands, and Yumichika isn't one to shirk duty, so Yachiru will be babysat on Christmas.
Even if he didn't do this, she'd probably track him or someone else down anyway and bug/pester/harass them until they agreed to play with her or at least look after her.
"Come on, Feather Brow!" Yachiru shrieks, waving her arms manically as she runs, not skips (Yachiru never skips, she firmly asserts), runs through the halls of the barracks, until she gets to the door, and tries to press it open.
"Hold it." Yumichika stops her before she can run out into the snow, holding Yachiru still at the shoulders so he can fit a pink hat, the same shade as her hair, down over her head. Yachiru is already very securely bundled, but Kenpachi's insisted that she wear a hat even as much as Yachiru hates them, and Yumichika has no desire to face his captain's wrath if Yachiru comes down with a cold.
Yachiru squirms and whines, but Yumichika doesn't relent and she almost instantly gets over her momentary disquiet. When Yumichika opens the door, she tears screaming out into the snow, literally barreling into a snowdrift; the snows are deep this year in Soul Society.
Yumichika smiles slightly as he trudges out into the snow after her and settles in the branch of a tree. It doesn't take much to keep Yachiru happy sometimes, and this is one of those times. Frolicking in the snow, she almost looks innocent.
Almost, but innocence will never be a word used to describe Yachiru by those who know the truth.
Flipping down onto her back, Yachiru spreads her arms and legs out and sweeps them down over the sand. Yumichika smiles again, tilting his head to get a better look. She actually makes relatively decent looking snow angels. Sweet-looking snow angels.
But then…
"Feather Brow! Come down here and make snow angels with me!"
Yumichika glares at her indignantly. "Absolutely not!"
"But Feather Browwwwww…" Yachiru whines.
"No, Kusajishi-fukutaicho."
Yachiru pouts, then forgets what they were talking about and goes back to making snow angels.
Yumichika, meanwhile, pulls a hip flask out of his coat and drinks deeply. Eggnog instead of sake, in honor of the holidays.
Sweet relief.