The room sings with giggles from the females that are gathered inside there. Of course there is a reason why there is a group of females inside the room. Angeline, the granddaughter of the deceased Captain Commander Yamamoto, is celebrating her birthday in the human world. She never celebrated such a time before, not like this. Angeline is now surrounded by many friends today, and tomorrow is going to be even busier. The female can't even describe her joy from being around the group of female friends who were all different, in many ways then one. Among the small, yet noisy group was two Arrancars – one being the former Third Espada, and the current Third Espada.
"How about we play a game!" Rangiku announces, a bottle of sake in her hand.
"Er, Rangiku-san…you're drunk. I don't think that's a good idea." Momo says hesitantly, her eyes showing doubt laced with concern.
Angeline can understand Momo's doubt and worry, mainly because anyone who knows Rangiku, the voluptuous blonde enjoys games that involve drinking and humiliating others. Plus the alcohol they will ingest will come back and haunt them the next morning.
Angeline smiles, "I agree with Momo. Besides drinking games can get really row – "
"The Osama game!" Yoruichi says cutting Angeline off. The dark skinned woman looks at the silver eyed birthday girl, "Sorry Angel, but it's time to have some fun, and get drunk."
Suì-Fēng begins letting her share of worry become evident. "Um, Y-Yoruichi-sama…"
The petite woman's voice goes unheard by her idol.
Angeline giggles. "I guess, but not too much! And please keep it PG-13. I don't want to embarrass ourselves." She turns to Suì-Fēng, a smile on her lips. "Don't worry, Suì-Fēng."
Gray narrowed eyes turn to look at the birthday girl and gives an appreciative look.
Rangiku, ignoring the captain of the Second Division, fake pouts. "But that is the best part!"
Nel and Tier finally decide to enter the conversation.
"Angeline is right, keep it appropriate." Tier's voice comes through the noise.
"We are grown women, so there is no need for tedious actions like embarrassing drinking games." Nel says.
Rangiku pouts for real now. "Jeez, you ladies need to drink too. It will help relax you."
Rukia decides to say, "Rangiku and Yoruichi are right. We should have fun and besides Angeline said it's alright."
Orihime shifts slightly. "Me too. But try to not to over do it, Rangiku-san."
The blonde gives the other big breasted beauty a look and says in a high pitched voice. "Oh, come on Orihime! It's time to have a good fun time. And if the birthday girl says it's fine, then let's do it!"
Finally Angeline's good friend, Amaterasu speaks. "We will try not to embarrass you or ourselves."
Angeline looks her friend's wide violet eyes. "Okay. Let's do this then."
Yoruichi leaves the room to grab some chopsticks so that they can play the Osama game with Suì-Fēng at her heels. While the two women are on their mission to collect the correct number of chopsticks, the girls begin talking amongst themselves.
Angeline turns to Amaterasu says in a light voice. "How are things going with Shinji? Did you confess yet?"
The brunette blushes and docks her head. "N-no. Not yet."
"You like Captain Hirako!?" Momo exclaims .
Amaterasu's cheeks grow crimson as Angeline moves close to hug the other girl, who is obviously embarrassed.
"I thought you liked the Captain." Rangiku says, a sly smile on her face.
"What?! Why would you think that?!" Amaterasu sputters over her annoyance.
"Well you always do the paper work whenever he asks. Also you blushed whenever he talks to you. And you're always eager to do anything for him." Rangiku answers nonchalantly.
"Because I'm in the Third seat and it's my duty to do whatever Captain Hitsugaya requests!" Amaterasu replies, her cheeks now red from anger.
"And the time you blushed?"
"It's flattering and encouraging to hear from our Captain!"
Not wanting the two women to get into it, Angeline decides to intervene now. "Alright, let's not get in a fight. I think Yoruichi and Suì-Fēng should be back soon."
"We have been here for a while, I just wanted to see what Amaterasu would do." Yoruichi said from the corner of the room.
Suì-Fēng holds out the chopsticks with the numbers on them already. "Since it was Yoruichi-sama's idea, we will let her go first."
Golden eyes twinkle with mischief. "How kind Suì-Fēng." The woman grabs the sticks and holds them in her fist, hiding the numbers. "Who will be the first 'King?'"
Rukia, with a determined look, says. " On three. One," eyes focus on the sticks, "two…three!"
The girls all grab sticks, leaving one in Yoruichi's hand, who makes a disappointed face. Everyone holds their sticks, most eyes scanning each others faces. Angelina glances down at her stick, catching the number 4 on it.
"I-I'm the Osama." Orihime's voice breaks through the intense silence,
Angeline grins. "What would you have us do, Inoue?"
The female goes silent with thought. Then, "Ah! Number 3 sing while holding Number 1's hands."
Suì-Fēng's face grows red as her gray eyes show annoyance. "Can't I do something different?"
"Now, now Captain Suì-Fēng. Osama's orders are absolute." Rangiku sings happily. "Besides, what's wrong with holding my hand?"
The dark haired woman continues to glare, but does as ordered while mumbling under her breath, "So stupid…"
Angeline sits back, watching and wondering what song the petite captain will break into. Though she has to admit she wasn't sure which was a lot more entertaining; watching as the stern woman grasp the drunken Rangiku's hand or how her face is turning into a lovely shade of poppy as time passes by.
The males were gathered down stairs, drinking some fruity substance that seemed to hold a strong taste to it - which Grimmjow assume is spiked - with half eaten instant Ramen in front of each one of them. Grimmjow isn't sure if it is a sick joke, or simply how humans lived, but he wasn't enthusiastic about being there. Especially with that bastard Ichigo there – who is ironically sitting across from him. However, the male reminded himself that he was here for Angeline.
The girl did help him after all. Not only is she a loyal friend to her Shinigami friends, but she is also a generous person who opens her heart to those who need to be nurtured. That is how the Arrancars met her. Even Nnoitra seemed to tone down his vulgar personality at times, yet not enough. With Nnoitra's bothersome personality aside Grimmjow has been wanting to convey his feelings. Feelings that he doesn't understand completely; yet seems to comprehend that these feelings that are inside him are not of the fighting or killing variety.
"I have a great idea!" Kon, the stuffed lion says.
Cerulean irises glance down at that annoying thing, wondering why the hell Ichigo would bring it. Then again, thinking back when they first got here, the orange haired male seemed just as annoyed while holding a surprised expression at the stuffed toy's presence.
Keeping silent, Grimmjow holds his cup, not drinking the liquid. Everyone in the room seems to follow suit. The room was quite enough to where they can all hear the females laughing and some making embarrassing sounds. Though aside from the females up stairs, the down stairs is silent which must be some sign to the toy to continue, because he speaks up.
"We should spy on the girls. I bet we're all curious to see what they're up to!" Kon excitedly speaks as pink blemishes stuffed face.
"I don't want to die today." Shūhei says with Kira and Renji nodding in agreement.
Nnoitra snorts. "I bet they're just gossiping."
The owner of the shop comes in now, wagging his fan lazily. "Let's just give the girls some privacy. Besides, I'm pretty sure there is some voracious ladies up there." Kisuke says, not wanting the stuffed animal getting any more ideas.
Kon frowns and crosses his arms. "You're no fun Kisuke. I bet they're wearing sexy pajamas and talking about really naughty things." As he continues speaking, everyone in the room can almost see his wild imagination before their eyes.
Ichigo reaches out and punches the animal. "Shut-up Kon!"
The room goes quiet again.
Then, "Huh?! Seriously?! Kisuke – "
All the males eyes travel upwards toward the high pitched noise now curious of why the lazy, yet extremely intelligent shop keeper's name popped up. Even the said man couldn't hide his intrigue of what they're talking about.
"Well perhaps it wouldn't hurt to see what they're gossiping about." Kisuke says in a coy expression.
Personally the blue haired man could care less, but he has to admit he is curious about what Angeline is talking about. What she is wearing. Catching the thoughts the male mentally snarls at such ridiculous musings, especially since it doesn't fit his character. But looking around, no matter how annoying these idiots may be, it still felt…nice.
Last time he was surrounded by people, annoying as the ones around him now, was a long time ago. But now he is gathered around people, and while they get on his nerves, he can't help but realize how he needed that. Being in a group. Though last time he was in a group he was their leader, he fed off their dependency. It fueled his ego. Made his desire to become strong overwhelming. Now things have settled down and he is with a group of Shinigami and some former Espada.
His eyes catch movement and realizes that the guys are actually moving up to spy on what the females are talking about. He isn't that type, yet he can feel his own feet picking up and traveling with the guys. No sooner they are hiding behind the screen door, ears against the thin object, and listening intently.
"That damn Kisuke." A voice growls.
"Now Suì-Fēng is it not like he did it intentionally." Another voice spoke, sounding a bit more mature.
"But Yoruichi-Sama! He outed my Bankai, and now he said something about –"
The girl, Suì-Fēng, sentence is cut off when someone interrupts, "Does anyone feel like there is something watching us?"
"Who cares, let's get back to playing The Osama Game!" A slurred voice whines.
"Rangiku…." Came Angeline's voice.
"I want to go back to the game too. Hopefully I'll be the Osama next." A giggly voice heavily slurred.
"Er, Amaterasu… I think you had to much to drink." Orihime, that girl who fixed Grimmjow's arm and recovered his mark as the sixth Espada, giggles nervously.
"Ama-Chan is drunk, huh?" That blonde Shinigami Shinji ponders aloud with a thoughtful expression.
"That's unlike her." Toshiro mumbles.
"Okay, let's continue girls! Let's see who the next Osama will be!" Rangiku cries happily.
Toshiro's eye brow ticks. "That is just like Matsumoto."
"Finally!" Amaterasu exclaims, oblivious to the soft whispers from the men on the other side.
As they continue to listen, the males can't help but wonder what they were previously talking about, especially Kisuke. The man's ears and side is practically glued to the side, hoping that they would continue. Obviously they had other plans.
"I'm the Osama now!" Rangiku sings.
The other girls groan aloud, obviously dreading the woman's reign as the Osama. Even Toshiro seemed to inwardly groan.
Grimmjow looks down at his feet. Osama. King. He wanted to be king in Hueco Mundo. But that position never seemed to come into his grasp, not matter how hard he fought. Looking back up, he hears the beginning of the orders.
"Number 5 must strip naked and sing out the name of their crush!" Came the current Osama's orders.
Both sexes were silent. He's heard stuff about this Rangiku person, but he never thought she will do something like that. Grimmjow may be a vicious fighter, and enjoys those fights, but this woman seems of hold a different kind of fierceness. They start hearing fabric falling to the ground as a small whimper escapes their lips.
"R-Rangiku!" Momo gasps. "Why would make someone do that, especially Angeline!"
Grimmjow's interests spikes. The sudden interest isn't because of the thought of her being nude, but rather because she has to sing out her crushes name. Blue eyes try and focus through the crack of the door.
"Go ahead Angel. Who do you fancy?" Rangiku purrs drunkenly.
"Eh…R-Rangiku…." Angeline whimpers, "I…I…."
"I'm flattered, but you have to sing it." The blonde teases.
The room seemed to grow stiff, mainly because the silence is becoming thick with curiosity.
"I like…" Angeline begins to sing, "I like, Grimm – " a pause, "Grimmjow!"
This earns giggles and excited intakes of breath.
Grimmjow's eyes widen at the confession to which most of the girls were squealing about. The man could feel the other men around him also staring. Staring at him. Turning around to look, he sneers, silently telling them to fuck off.
"Can I dress again?" Angeline asks.
"Yeah, yeah!" Rangiku sighs.
"Hey Kisuke, how about you and the guys come in play? More the merrier." Yoruichi suddenly suggests, much to the men's horror.
Kisuke chuckles. "So you knew the whole time.
"You too Renji?" Rukia narrows her eyes.
"I…It's not what you think!" His words come out rushed.
"Shiro." The soft voice of Momo states.
"It's Captain Hitsugaya." The white haired male grumbles.
"Shūhei! Kira! Come join us!" Rangiku smiles.
"Sure." Shūhei and Kira say in unison.
"C-Captain Hirako!" Amaterasu sputters.
"Ama-Chan, I didn't know you drank." Shinji grins much to the girl's embarrassment.
"Kurosaki-Kun!" Orihime gasps.
He scowls. "Kisuke suggested it."
"Nnoitra." Both Tier and Nel.
"Hey! What about me? It was my idea first!" Kon whines, upset that the attention isn't on him.
He goes ignored, much to his disappointment.
"G-Grimmjow!" Angeline manages to squeak out with crimson cheeks.
"Yo." Is all that the male says, a cocky grin on his face. "This Osama game sounds fun."
The female frowns slightly, her silver eyes churning with emotion. "You heard, huh?"
"Yeah. But I didn't see anything." A slight shrug met his shoulder.
"So…?" She hesitates to ask what he thought.
"'So' what?" He replies, pretending to not understand what she was asking.
Silence enters the space between the two. Both their eyes stare at one another, reading the emotions that cross the colorful mirrors. Angeline could feel her cheeks heating from embarrassment and her temper slowly creeping up. Is he seriously that dense? They could stare at each other for a long time without words as they used their eyes alone and body language. Obviously this was noticed by the rest of the room, which became quiet as well.
"Come on, Angel. The guys are joining us!" The blonde woman sighs, interrupting their silent staring.
Though if it wasn't for Rangiku's sudden outburst, Angeline was sure they would have continued staring each other down. Angeline turns with a smile now on her face. "Okay." She turns to Grimmjow, a playful grin now setting on her lips, "You better hope I don't become the Osama."
The male smirks. "Oh, why's that?"
"Because, The Osama's orders are absolute. You can't disobey them."
"Then you better hope I don't become Osama." Grimmjow comments.
The two share a challenging look before Rangiku huffs. "Geez, stop your flirting and get over here."
While Angeline's face brightens pink, Grimmjow glances at the drunk blonde before sitting with the rest of the group. Flirting. Were they flirting? The Arrancar never flirted before, not with the opposite sex at least. He did in fact flirt with the essence of death every time he fought a strong opponent.
Out from the corner of his vivid blue eyes the man catches how people are grabbing the sticks from the shop owner's hands. Angeline nudges him, silently telling him to grab a stick. Frowning he yanks the one from the blonde's hand. The number 9 is written on the stick. Glancing at the silver eyed beauty beside him, Grimmjow tries to read her expression, but it is set in tranquility.
"I'm the Osama now!" Shūhei announces with a grin, " Number 10 must kiss Number 3's foot."
Rangiku wrinkles her nose. "That's a nasty, but really good order."
Orihime's cheeks turn a bright crimson. "D-Do I have to take off my socks."
"Well of course! How else is Number 10 suppose to kiss your feet." Rangiku says. "Speaking of number 10, who is it?"
"Damn it. Why did I agree to this game." Ichigo scowls, while a deep blush settles on his cheeks.
"Go on, Ichigo-kun!" Rangiku teases.
He moves in front of the now beat red female who shakily extends her leg. Ichigo grabs her foot, his thumb pressing against the sensitive flesh, making Orihime squirm and giggle. Grimmjow notices that Angeline and everyone else watches, wondering if he is actually going to kiss her foot.
Angeline's face seems to grow hot. Not only because of the scene , but also from thinking about how it would feel if Grimmjow were to kiss her. Would it start out slow and progress as they continue to lock lips? Or will it be passionate, hot, and fierce? Will he hold her at a distance or will he embrace her tightly, letting their bodies mold into one being? Her heart beats faster as she watches Ichigo place a small chaste kiss on his admirer's foot, while wondering if Grimmjow will kiss her in a hurried way. Ichigo's hand slips away from Orihime's slender limb. The orange haired male looks to the dark haired man who ordered the embarrassing action.
Everyone who sat there silent now makes noise, making Angeline smile as her eyes travel to Grimmjow. If only he didn't sit so close she wouldn't have to think about such silly thoughts about embraces and kisses. Not wanting to focus om it anymore she shakes her head as she begins a new round with the others. If she were to become Osama she is positive she will make him kiss her or maybe even make him confess who he likes.
"Alright, pick a stick everyone."
Once again they all reach for a stick, hoping that they will become the next king. Pulling back with her stick Angeline looks down, disappointment now visible on her face. Number 15. Silver eyes peek over at Grimmjow, whose eyes showed distaste as he stared at his stick. Obviously he didn't get the Osama either. Looking around the female tries to search for a satisfied expression, but ends up empty handed. Her comrades were definitely cunning when it comes to wearing a poker face.
"As Osama I order Number 15," Amaterasu speaks, smiling knowingly at her friend, "to kiss number 7."
Angeline's whole body warms now. She looks at her friend in the eyes, silently telling her that she I'll get her back. Amaterasu obviously knows that she is Number 15, but who is Number 7? Could it be Grimmjow? Is that why she gave such an order?
"So who is suppose to kiss me?" Grimmjow asks impatiently answering her thoughts.
"Me." Angeline replies, earning devious looks from most of her naughty friends. "I'm suppose to kiss you."
Scooting closer, she clears her throat, trying to calm herself. Slowly she inclines her head with her eyes closed. Fear and excitement sent her already over zealous heart plummeting in a harsh, yet exhilarating way. Before she could feel her lips come any closer, hands grab her face, cradling each cheek. It wasn't gentle, nor is it harsh. It feels familiar. Good. Opening her eyes she see bright blue orbs staring down at her.
"Remember how you wanted to know what I thought? This is what I think." He whispers, a cocky grin on his handsome face.
He doesn't waste time. His mouth collides with hers. Rough calloused hands weave into her hair, yanking her closer in the most delicious way possible. The female could feel his tongue dominating hers as they dance in erotic motions. Every once in a while he'll bite and suck on her bottom lip which sends electric currents throughout her whole body. Her hands slide up, wrapping her arms around his neck as he lowers one hand caressing her back. Finally he pulls away, trying to catch his breath as she sits there stunned and panting.
"Good job following my orders." Amaterasu slurs with a mischievous glint in her violet eyes.
She turns to make a retort, but catches the others staring. Most of them smiling, some blushing. Angeline almost forgot that they were in a room with others for that short time. Then she recalls Grimmjow's words before he kissed her.
"You knew what I was talking about that entire time!" She accuses, pointing her finger.
An eye brow raises. "Of course I do, you idiot."
Angeline opens her mouth to speak only to have nothing come out. She got her answer in that kiss. Hopefully he will express those feelings some more down the line once this silly game ends.