Title: Strawberry Parfait
Authors: The Many Faces of Doris
Summary: After "the incident", Grimmjow is forced to work at Urahara's Bakery, Strawberry Parfait, where he meets closet sugar addict, Ichigo Kurosaki.
Warnings: Crack! fic. Mild bad language. Possible offensive content. Maybe even lemons. Oh, yes, this is yaoi. You no like, you no read.
Note: This will not be updated regularly as the writers are lazy. We have everything planned out (to a certain extent) but we are born slackers, so...tough luck, y'all.
Ichigo debated whether or not to enter… for all of two seconds.
There really wasn't much debating to be done when you'd already dressed up like a French maid.
He breathed deeply and pushed open the door, flinching at the sound of the man announcing, "happy, happy love."
The first thing he noticed was the blue hair of the waiter. He then noticed the menacing look the waiter was directing at him.
Ichigo began to regret not debating longer.
"Why the hell are you wearing a dress?" the waiter demanded, stepping forward.
Ichigo cursed. This was all Ishida's fault, he decided. If the other teenager hadn't been watching Ichigo so closely he wouldn't have to traipse all over Karakura in a dress just to sate his lust for sugar. Stupid rule abiding, Uryuu; He would turn Ichigo in without a second thought if he found out. Actually, thinking about it again, it really wasn't Ishida's fault at all. It was Isshin's.
"Are you deaf, freak? Why are you wearing a dress?"
Ichigo looked over the man again. He half expected the waiter to put his hands on his hips and tut, but rationalized that someone this angry, no matter the fact that they were wearing a frilly pink apron, probably would be more likely to punch someone in the face than tut.
"I needed a disguise," he answered. What was the point in lying? He was already making a complete fool of himself as it was; lying would probably only make things worse.
The waiter seemed taken aback and Ichigo took the moment to look at the menu. He hadn't even gotten through the list of cakes when he began salivating. He felt like a dog…in a maid's dress.
Stupid Isshin, he thought, returning to his earlier thread. There was something seriously wrong with that man. What sane person would ban their son from having sweets just because it wasn't "manly" enough?
"Aww, Grimmjow, I see you're serving your very first customer," said a man in a, if possible, frillier apron than Ichigo's dress. The man turned to Ichigo and continued, "And what a darling dress? Did you happen to buy it from Quincy Designs. That's where Strawberry Parfait got their uniforms from, right Grimm-kun?"
Grimmjow took a step away from the man and clenched his hands at his sides. "I'm not doing this, Urahara."
The blond raised an eyebrow, his hat moving with it. "Not doing what, Grimm-kun?"
"I'm not serving freaks who like to wear dresses!"
"Who said I like to wear dresses? Who said this was even by choice?" Ichigo glared at Grimmjow, his own hands mimicking Grimmjow's and tightening at his sides.
"Oh, so this isn't for fun? Then what's it for, eh?" Grimmjow stepped towards Ichigo, a smile forming on his face. It unnerved Ichigo and he began to feel the heat grow in his cheeks. Why, oh why, had he not thought this through?
"Like I said before, it's a disguise…" Ichigo realized just how stupid he sounded. His cheeks, at this point were burning, and that unnerving smile became wider, almost a sneer at this point.
Grimmjow snorted. "I'm not serving him," he said to Urahara…who had disappeared.
"You're every fangirl's dream," Urahara commented from his perch beside Ichigo.
"Wha-" Ichigo began. He'd caught sight of the paper in Urahara's hand and he felt his eyes widen. That wasn't what he thought it was, was it…
"You two will be perfect models for my new campaign. We need more fangirls here; not many are attracted to bakeries due to the lack of potential seme-uke pairings. What better way to attract them than with the promise of yaoi?"
Unfortunately for Ichigo, it was.
Next Episode: In Which A Tentative Alliance is Formed