Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of its characters.
A/N:: I apologize for the shortness of this chapter.... I intend on making the later chapters longer and far more interesting...... This story will probably only be a few chapters........ I'm not gonna give an estimate of how many, because quite frankly, I don't have an effin' clue....... Well, the more reviews I get the more I will be inspired to coninue this..... If I don't get any, then I'll just assume no one likes it and discontinue it all together..... ((I'll probably end up writing some more one-shot smut fics with this series...)) Okay now, I'm gonna stop this here, before the author's notes end up being longer than the story itself. Well, Enjoy!
The Bet
Cold blue eyes stared at the vast desert ahead. Long white hair shifted slightly in the light breeze that blew past ivory flesh.
"Oi! Who the fuck are you?" A voice called out. The girl that had been sitting in the sand turned to stare at the man who had called to her.
She didn't speak, only stared. The man who called out to her twitched a blue eyebrow in annoyance.
"I said who the fuck are you?" He snarled out flash stepping over to the expressionless girl. Again, when she didn't speak, he just growled and threw the girl over his shoulder before disappearing over the sand dunes that were just outside of Las Noches.
"Eh, what do we have here?" Said a creepy voice. The girl turned her attention towards another man who appeared to have a giant spoon around his head. (A/N: Ahaha, I couldn't resist xD )
"I don' know. She won' tell me her name," The blue haired man from before said, his tone borderline irritated.
"My God, Grimmjow! Can't you have the decency to give her some clothes! It isn't very lady like to wander around naked!" A pink haired man scolded the blue haired one, now known as Grimmjow.
"Well, why don't you do that then, Szayel? My clothes sure as hell won't fit the girl…." Grimmjow muttered the last part and smirked at the retreating back of the pink haired scientist.
The spoon man (A/N: -rofl-) was playing with a few strands of the girls white hair. "What's your name, beautiful?" The girl wasn't sure if she should be weirded out or scared, so she settled for neither and just stared at the man indifferently.
"I told you, Nnoitra. She won't speak…." Grimmjow said boredly.
"Maybe, she can't….." Nnoitra muttered and let his eye scan over the girl's petite form. A perverted grin began to spread over his face. "Heh heh, Hey, Grimmjo-"
"Don't even say it..." Grimmjow growled at the spoon man, who gave him a death glare in return.
Szayel soon returned with a simple bathrobe for the girl. "Sorry, dear. It isn't much, but it's something to keep unwanted eyes from staring at such beauty."
The girl stood there and ran her petite hands down the fluffy fabric. Her blue eyes glanced back up at the three men. One of them was smirking triumphantly; another was staring at her with the same perverted grin; lastly, the one who'd saved her from possibly being discovered by a hollow and consumed, wasn't even looking at her. For some reason there was a tiny tinge in her chest. She placed a hand over her heart and stared down at her feet, her expression still apathetic.
"What are we going to do with her?" Szayel asked looking over at Grimmjow. Both of them were ignoring Nnoitra. He didn't need to be included in this decision. Everyone knows what he would say.
"I don't know, and quite frankly, I don't care…." The sexta grumbled.
The girl was sitting on a couch and fiddling with a few strands of hair. Nnoitra was sitting next to her, stretching his arm behind her on the couch. He was still trying to get her to speak, which wasn't working mind you.
She looked up when she saw Grimmjow and Szayel motion towards her. She tilted her head to the side and glanced over at Nnoitra.
"I doubt Aizen-sama will let us keep her…." Szayel said.
"Like I care what he says….." Grimmjow growled, "In fact, if he says she can't stay here, I'll keep her…."
Szayel smirked, "Is that a bet, Grimmy?"
Grimmjow smirked, "Fine. What are the stakes?"
"I win, and Aizen –sama says she can't stay, you keep her….. and…" Szayel trailed off, trying to think of something embarrassing for the wielder of pantera, "You have to admit defeat and be a servant to the Kurosaki kid…" Szayel's smirk could not have possibly gotten and more malicious.
Grimmjow was silent. "That's just cruel…" He growled, but smirked none the less, "Fine, but, if I win, you have to keep her and wear a dress and cling to your brother like a wanton whore any chance you get…. For a week." He finished, smirking.
Szayel's face was blank. Was it really worth that humiliation? He could never be sure what Aizen would say about it. He narrowed his eyes and stared dangerously at the man in front of him. "You're on." They both grinned deviously and glanced over at the girl to see that Nnoitra had her lying under him and had the robe halfway open.
Nnoitra was about to pull the robe away when he was suddenly sent flying back into the wall at the other end of the room.
Szayel helped the girl fix her robe and sit her up. "What are we going to do until then? Surely we can't leave her with… him." Szayel glared over at the man who was glaring at the pink haired scientist.
"I guess we could leave her with Stark… or maybe Harribel…." Grimmjow thought aloud.
"I vote on Harribel…." Szayel said. Stark would probably fall asleep, and she would be left unattended to and probably get into trouble.
"Harribel it is then." They both agreed.