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Saya floored it home, too pissed off to care how fast she was going.
Hehe. Stupid idiot should've never trusted me with his car keys…I swear I should sue him just for how much of a moron he is.
Besides the fact that Grimmjow's mustang was a thrill to drive, she knew it would piss him off beyond belief if she took it with her when she and Nel left.
I hope everything's ok at the house with Nel… Saya bit her lips as she waited at a red light. Normally the sitter would have called to complain by now.
"I'm home," Saya closed the door, "See, told you two it wouldn't take long." The house was a mansion. Honestly, Saya had been surprised when Grimmjow's band had gotten so popular, but hey, she couldn't complain. There were 2 staircases, one on the left and one on the right. They both curved up and around the main hall, leading to the 2nd floor.
Saya had refused to get a maid when Grimmjow suggested it as a solution for all her nagging that she gave him for not pulling his share around the house. But Saya had just taken that as an insult. It wasn't as though she couldn't do the work, it just aggravated her that Grimmjow never appreciated all she did for him. Saya had always kept the house spotless, but once Nel was born….well, white carpets and white furniture was NOT a wise choice.
"Hanataro?" she called and went down the hallway into the kitchen. Not in there…She couldn't help but feel relieved that the kitchen seemed untouched, other than a pot of spaghetti—.
Spaghetti? Warning: Messy food without Mother supervision. Didn't I tell him that I had chicken and carrots already made for her?
"Nel?" Saya's feet carried her to the dining room, where she found spaghetti sauce splattered here and there. Someone had been throwing noodles. That same little someone had dumped their bowl on the floor. Little hand prints of reddish orange indicated the trouble-maker had crawled away into the living room. Saya heard a muffled movement and what sounded like static. Just before the hall, the red disappeared.
He must have caught her, she sighed thankfully.
"Hanatar—" But then she actually saw the living room, "—WHAT IN TARNATION!?"
Toys and smears of reddish orange were all over—it looked like a murder scene at Toys R Us. Cheesy popcorn and Cheetos had been crunched and smooshed all over the couch cushions. Bawa-Bawa, Nel's stuffed animal dinosaur, sat in the mess smiling with yellowish grime caked down its face and an empty juice box in its lap.
Barrel-of-monkeys, glitter, Nel's superhero cape (a blanket), cheerios, plastic dinosaurs, puzzle pieces, crayons, juice boxes, pennies, plastic tea cups, and fruit loops were scattered everywhere.
Grimmjow's recliner had been knocked backwards with the foot-rest up, it looked like she had been using it as a fort and a place to stash the rest of the fruit loops. Saya's favorite rocking chair had been miraculously untouched. The mini keyboard Grimmjow had gotten Nel last Christmas was smashed through the flat screen, hence the overwhelming sound of static.
But the most hideous sight of all was Hanataro himself, that poor, poor boy.
He was tied up with extension cords, shoelaces (a pile of Grimmjow's shoes lay next to Hanataro, coated in drool), beaded necklaces, a curtain, and 4 of Grimmjow's belts. He was awkwardly squished on the carpeted floor, his face side-ways and his butt sticking up. Socks had been stuffed into his mouth and there was a Lego man stuck up one of his nostrils. A princess tiara sat crookedly on his head and it looked like Nel had used lipstick and finger paint to try and giving him what she would have called a makeover. His dark floppy hair had clips and scrunchies in it, giving him roughly tied ponytails here and there. Lastly, he was completely decorated with Nel's smelly sticker collection. Judging from the inflamed skin around the stickers, particularly the one on his puffy eyelid, she had thoroughly scratched and smelled each one of them.
"HANG ON LITTLE GUY!" Saya rushed over, trying not to trip on anything. She pulled the socks out of the sniveling boy's mouth and he let out an exasperated sob.
"It's ok," she hesitantly yanked the Lego man out of his nose, and saw that there was second one stuck up even farther. "Your gonna be ok Hanataro," Saya cooed.
"SHE'S A MON-STER-er-er-ER!" he choked.
This is why I never go out.
In the 5 years Nel had been born, Saya had only hired 3 babysitters, including this one. The first had been when Nel had just started crawling: Recipe for Disaster. Grimmjow had wanted to get away for the weekend: Plan for Disaster. Saya had reluctantly agreed: Disaster Approved, IDIOT! Saya's best friend, Rukia Kuchiki, had volunteered to watch Nel and assured the worried mother that everything would be fine: Red Flag for Disaster.
Saya got a call during dinner that Rukia had lost Nel…in her playpen….?
Being the wife she was, Saya ditched her "that's Rukia's problem" husband and rushed home to her precious missing baby to find said baby giggling her lungs out at Rukia, who's head and shoulder was stuck in the railing of the staircase banister. Nel had stuffed a pacifier into Rukia's ear, hidden one of her shoes, and had somehow found an old tennis racket and was repeatedly hitting the panicked woman with it. From then on, Rukia curiously was never alone with Nel in the same room.
The 2nd babysitting incident was a few months ago when Grimmjow had gone away on another tour. Part II of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows was having it's premier. Grimmjow had originally promised to watch Nel while Saya went to the movies, he never really cared for Harry Potter (A/N: HOW COULD YOU GRIMMJOW?!) Saya had already gotten her ticket, so she decided to take Grimmjow's advise and "stop being paranoid" when it came to getting a babysitter.
Again: Recipe for Disaster.
After an A-may-ZiNG experience at the midnight premier, Saya came home to learn that even the so-called toughest babysitter, Soi Fon or something, could not handle her little angel. Soi Fon had an eye patch and a Hitler mustache drawn thickly on her face with permanent marker. One of her braids had been chopped off, her shoes had disappeared and were never found, and the bathroom had been burned down. Besides Nel's comment "She's a big fat MEANIE!"—at which point Nel clamped her teeth down on the sitters ankle hard enough to draw blood and Saya had to punch the tiny, sour-faced woman in the face to stop her from strangling little Nelliel—neither Nel nor Soi Fon had offered any explanation.
Saya had accepted that Nel would most likely never be safe with anyone but her parents watching her; which she didn't have a problem with. Nel was her everything and Saya had always taken her with her everywhere anyway. She had a home bakery that she worked at, so she didn't have to worry about being gone for work.
Tonight, when Saya had gotten the call from Telsa she had decided not to take Nel with her to go pull Grimmjow off the stage. Saya wasn't going to risk Nel seeing her father in case he had been in really bad shape, even though it turned out he had only been in his happy-drunk stage. She had asked her delivery-boy for her bakery, Ganju, if he would watch Nel for a bit. Ganju had nearly choked over the phone, but replied by saying he had a friend who was better for the job.
"Shhhh," Saya patted Hanataro on the shoulder gently after fully freeing him.
I had no idea she could do so much damage in so little time. She hadn't been gone longer than 30 minutes.
"Nel!" Saya hollered. "Get in here right this minute!"
"NO!" the teen squealed. "DON'T CALL HER! DON'T! DON'T!"
"Don't worry Hanataro," Saya helped him sit up.
"BUT LOOK WHAT SHE DID TO ME!"
"She's just getting to know you! I'm sure she didn't mean any harm." Saya looked up impatiently, she was about to call out again when—.
"MAMA!" Saya's arm was engulfed in a snuggly hug. Hanataro jerked back in fright, giving a sharp squeak. Spaghetti sauce from her smiling face rubbed off on Saya's sleeve, and the toddler looked up from under the white winter beanie hat that had two black spots that resembled the image of a skull. Saya never understood why she loved that hat.
"Nel missed you so much Mama!"
"You have some explaining to do little miss."
Nel waved her puggy arms as she explained.
"Nel only wanted to play pwrincess! B'then she said she didn't wanna be the pwrincess, so that means she had'ta be the Bad Guy!"
"Nel, you know you are not supposed to be playing with the electrical extension cords. Remember what I said? One wrong move and you could get electrocuted and your hair blow off!—and Hanataro isn't a girl," Saya explained to the toddler. Nel's face scrunched up and she peeked over at the teen and pointed.
"Tha's a boy?" she blinked with her stubborn expression.
"Yes," Saya answered her daughter sternly. "And what I have I told you about eating on the couch? Look at this mess! When your father gets home—" she stopped herself in mid sentence.
"No No! Nel's sorry! Nel is so sorry Mama! She'll clean up! Just don't tell Daduh!"
"Don't apologize to me Nel," the mother pointed to Hanataro. "He's the one you need to say sorry to." The chubby toddler peered at the trembling teen.
"But Nel doesn't wanna…" she whined.
"Nel," her mother gave her one look and the stubborn child immediately folded.
"Nel's sorry if she hurt you…But SOMEONE needed to toughen you up. How's NEL suppos'ta know you're a boy when you scream like a girl?"
"Nel!" Saya scolded.
"Sorry Mama!" Nel smiled brightly, then looked back to Hanataro and "BLLLLTH!" sprayed slobber in his face.
"NELLIEL!—I'm so sorry Hanataro—GET BACK HERE RIGHT—"
"OH NO! It's fine! Really! I'm ok!" the boy assured hastily.
Saya paid the boy and he was in a hurry to leave when he asked…
"Um…Miss Saya…have you seen my shoes anywhere?"
Saya didn't answer.
To Be Continued…
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Coming up, Saya goes to her best friend and lawyer, Rukia Kuchiki for help. Our favorite Strawberry will also be making his début in this chapter!
Next Chapter: Sue Him, Sue Him Big