Grimmjow never thought Viva La Vida would sound so terrible in his life. The blue-haired male groaned as he rolled away from the oh so welcoming body underneath him. This was not the time for interruptions or Coldplay. He really hated Starrk's timing unless it involved someone being shot. Preferably not himself of course. The other body in the bed stirred anxiously trying to get the distracted man back into their grasp. Grimmjow moved farther away, now annoyed at his partner's sudden clingy actions. Sure he liked a good cuddle, but not darn suffocation. Grimmjow swiftly plucked his phone from the night stand next to the bed. Upon answering, he grunted.
"You sound annoyed," Came Starrk's curt reply.
"'Fuck you want?" Grimmjow half sighed, half growl.
"Was it kitty's play time?" Starrk queried amusedly.
"Tch."
Starrk chuckled softly on the other end of the phone. "Well I guess now your balls match your hair."
"I'm going to hang up-"
"We have a job."
Grimmjow felt a grin almost split his face as he stood from the bed. The other figure in bed looked at him questionably.
"Get out."
The now insulted tan-skinned woman clicked her tongue as she, too, stood from the bed. The woman hurriedly applied her clothing and exited by slamming the door with a huff. Grimmjow couldn't care less about the woman's feelings. All he really cared for was to get his rocks off. His mother always said he was a wild stallion. Hell, she still does. That old hag never changes.
"One of these days karma's going to come for you," Starrk chided calmly. "You should be nicer to your partners."
"Fuck karma. I run my life," Grimmjow replied haughtily rubbing a red mark on his forearm. "I guess you could say literally fuck my 'partners'. Kinky bitch bit me."
"If you say so," Starrk sighed heavily."Meet us at the same place at eleven."
"Sure," Grimmjow smirked. "Now get the fuck off my phone so I can take a cold shower."
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Grimmjow sat outside of the Kon Kafé eating a serving of bacon ice cream. He never thought the stuff existed until he messed up on an internet search. How he managed to get the words bacon and ice when he was looking for cute kitten pictures, he'll never know. To think they actually served it at Burger King was even more mind-boggling. To think the stuff was actually good was also pretty crazy. After he figured out how to keep the flavors together with the ice cream melting and all, it was pretty tasty. What next, bacon wrapped cupcakes? They already have those around? Score!
"Oi," Grimmjow just registered that there was a hand waving in front of his face. " Get yer head out'ta yer ass fer a minute, will ya?"
This pissed Grimmjow off. "I'll kick yer ass if yer not careful, Nnoitra."
"Him? Careful?" A stoic voice entered. "A hamster surviving sex with an elephant is more likely than Nnoitra being careful."
"Fuck you, emo bastard," Nnoitra growled.
"Leave my lack of a father out of this," The shorter, raven-haired male shot back. "or have you forgotten you also have no father."
The tall slender man nearly threw himself at the raven-haired man that was less than half his height. He would have punched the man in the face if Grimmjow wasn't holding him back.
"Can we all calm down, please?" Starrk finally piped up. "Have we forgotten what we're here for in the first place?"
"The mission of course," Grimmjow grumbled,"'Cause if it isn't the reason, I'm gonna kick someone's ass."
"There's no need for violence. At the moment anyway," Starrk explained slowly. "Do you all remember Zangetsu?"
"Old dude saved our asses. How could we forget 'em?" Nnoitra blurted.
Ulquiorra and Grimmjow exchanged looks. They vowed to not speak of that accident where they let their pride get the best of them. Even if they were to die, they'd never admit it they had made the mistake of having a competition while on a mission. Especially one in which they were tasked to sneak into the enemy base and kill the head honcho unarmed. It wasn't the smartest thing to do, considering the place was swarming with weapon jockies.
"Well it turns out his nephew is in a bind-"
"He has a family?" Grimmjow exclaimed. "You'd think the man was born from fricking stone."
"So I take it you didn't know he had two sons either, then?"
"What?!"
Grimmjow looked to Nnoitra for backup. Nnoitra whistled a made-up tune while turning away. Grimmjow then glanced at Ulquiorra who just stared blankly back at him.
"So I was the only one of us who didn't know." Grimmjow huffed agitatedly. "You guys are assholes."
"Yer jus' too slow, Grimmy," Nnoitra cooed. "'Snot our fault."
Grimmjow ignored Nnoitra in favor for his now melted into white cream with brown lumps. Now frustrated that his precious ice cream was now ruined by the walking stick, he removed himself from the patio table and threw his cup of awesome into the trash can. Returning to the table, he sighed roughly.
"Anything else you douches want ta' tell me, before I die not knowing someone's got a price on my head?"
"Well like I was trying to explain, our job is to protect Zangetsu's nephew," Starrk paused. "from Aizen."
"Tha fuck? What could he have done ta' get on that guy's bad side?" Nnoitra grinned, "Step on his shoes?"
"Apparently he witnessed a hit," Starrk explained.
"Wouldn't that just get 'em a warning?" Grimmjow was a still puzzled at who would mess with one such as Aizen. The dirty bastard.
"He also punched Aizen's right hand man, Gin Ichimaru," Everyone got silent.
"...Kid's got balls," Nnoitra said almost breathlessly.
"Indeed," Ulquiorra agreed in his usual tone.
Starrk, Nnoitra, Grimmjow turned to Ulquiorra. For him to actually agree on a compliment was rare. However, this was Aizen they were talking about. He was one the biggest yakuza bosses you could meet in the world. To tangle with him was like being in a locked room with two scorpions; When they get hungry, they'll eat you. If you're unlucky, they'll breed and feed you to their offspring. If you're terribly unlucky, they'll kill you for fun.
"This kid's in deep shit," Grimmjow commented grimly.
"I wouldn't call him a kid since he'll be the twenty-four in two months." Starrk added. "He's your age."
Starrk himself, being the oldest of the group, was two years Grimmjow's senior. Nnoitra was the same age as Grimmjow. Ulquiorra never shared his age, but it is assumed he is twenty-three by Starrk. Every time Grimmjow and Nnoitra tried to sneak a peek at his driver's licence, furniture always ended up broken.
After some time passed, Starrk felt it was safe enough to speak again.
"We leave tomorrow. Make sure you have all you need packed by eight in the morning."
Starrk shifted as he prepared to excused himself from his companions' company.
"Wait," Grimmjow shot quickly,"What's his name?"
"Ichigo Kurosaki."
"Ichigo Kurosaki..."
The sound of the name sent a shiver down Grimmjow's spine as he, too, left to pack.
That game is still up.
Please R&R.