STOCKHOLM SYNDROME
Author's note: This was for the eleven promts that Ren-God so graciously put up, as I have no clue where else to put them. Maybe my ljournal? Anyways, it's RenjixYachiru in a non-pedophile way. Ahem.
Anyways…please enjoy, and I live off reviews, so unless you want me to die…
GUILT GUILT
…did it work?
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, Renji or Yachiru. Sob.
Warnings: Just Yachiru-style craziness. If you can't handle psycho toddlers you may want to leave. Also, very very mild violence.
"Don't move or pinky gets it!"
Renji turned with a strange feeling of dread. A beefy man held Yachiru in one hand, a sword in the other.
"Give me everything ya got!" Renji sighed. It was bad enough having to babysit Yachiru while Taichou was in an all-day Captain's Meeting, now he had to deal with muggers? Yachiru giggled while thoughtfully chewing her taffy.
"Hey, I know this kid!" The man suddenly shrieked. 'Goddamnit,' thought Renji in irritation.
"She's a Captain's kid!"
Renji idly wondered how far Yachiru was gonna let this go. She probably wasn't even paying attention. The kid scared him more than Taichou sometimes.
"Look, ya don't really know what yer doin'! Yachiru ain't yer average kid…" Renji grumbled as the guy laughed him off.
"Looks average to me! Hey, I got an idea! I'll take the kid, an' you deliver 1000000 to the park down the street!"
Laughing maniacally, the guy ran with Yachiru in tow. Renji groaned and sped after him, gaining easily. As he ran alongside the idiot, Renji tried to make the dumbass see reason. With his fists.
When the guy was crumpled on the ground, Yachiru cheerfully jumped onto Renji's back, and they casually walked down the street, not even noticing the horrified stares of bystanders.
"Yachiru, why'd ya even let that guy run?"
"Aw, Mr. Beefy wasn't so bad." She chirped. Renji stared.
"Besides, he had candy in his pocket."
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