Story: Babysitting?
Universe: Bleach, AU, All-human
Rating/warnings: Pg; mild swearing
Pairings: Platonic; Friendship
Chapter one - Babysitting?
Grimmjow Jeagerjaques, was not someone you recommended to watch over children. He kept his hair blue and smoked on school property, no matter how many times he was suspended for it. More than once he had gotten into trouble for fighting because somebody decided to give him lip. He had a criminal record for god's sake. He prided himself on this bad-ass image. So when that word was suddenly thrown at him, he nearly swallowed his unlit cigarette.
"You are going to baby-sit for the Kurosaki family this weekend."
"Huh?" He must have heard wrong. Maybe he still had a concussion.
"You are going to baby-sit this weekend," Ulquiorra repeated. Huh, so he had said it.
"No," Grimmjow said instantly. he couldn't believe the fourth best student in the entire high school had come to him at all for something like this. The raven-haired teenager gave a tedious sigh, closing his eyes.
"Grimmjow."
"No, damn it. I ain't no babysitter. I don't care if his family's in the hospital, I'm not gonna do it."
"You are the only one even mildly suitable that I can ask." A pause. "And his family is in the hospital."
Grimmjow scowled from his seat on the ground at the boy standing across from him. He didn't give a rat's ass if the lady was going to have quintuplets; no way in hell was he a babysitter. The idea was unbelievable.
"Give me one good reason why I should do anything you tell me to."
"Because I saved your arm," Ulquiorra replied calmly. Grimmjow winced at both the reason and the memory.
"Why can't you do it?" he finally asked.
"I'll be out of town by Friday afternoon, and won't expect to return until Monday." Grimmjow nodded absently, understanding without having to be told the details. They were both silent for a few minutes as Grimmjow tried to think of someone else to dump this on.
"Talk to… what's her name, Starrk's sister. Or the gaijin; hit them up."
"I tried both Lilinette and Haribel. They're busy."
"What about Aizen? Doesn't he have a kid?" He received a blank stare for the suggestion.
"You expect me to ask our teacher?"
"Why not, you're his little pet, after all." Ulquiorra ignored the jab. "…Luppi?" Grimmjow suggested, though he knew the answer to that one immediately. Ulquiorra didn't bother to answer the obvious.
"Can you picture anybody else that I know being remotely good with children?" Grimmjow ran his hand through his hair and blew out a harsh breath. Ulquiorra had a point, but that still didn't mean he was a better option. "It is only for the weekend, if that," Ulquiorra continued. "Miss Kurosaki is expected to deliver any day. The family doesn't wish to leave their son home alone."
Grimmjow scowled as he pulled a lighter from his jeans pocket and lit the cigarette. He owed Ulquiorra big-time; this was what he chose for to clear the debt between them. With a resigned breath, smoke passing through his lips, he told the raven exactly what he thought about this with three little words.
"I hate you."
"Glad to see we've come to an agreement. I'll take you there on Friday."