"I thought you and I could use a nice quite evening." Tia said as she sat in the empty movie theatre next to Grimmjow who was eyeing the popcorn she was eating. "We do all the work and the three of them just mess it up."
"Yes, they tend to do that."
"At least they have Aaroniero to beat up if they get frustrated."
"That's good." Grimmjow noted, remembering the last time Szayel or Nnoitra snapped. Even though there was a large gap in power between the two, the results were still devastating.
With Nnoitra at least, one could track the path of carnage as there was a long line of dead bodies and limbs. And even better, one could hear him yelling for miles around.
Szayel on the other hand, people just up and disappeared. Unless someone was unfortunate enough to find an organ-less corpse with it's head smashed in. But that was a rare find as Szayel never really left any remains to be seen.
"I just hope Aaroniero can run." Grimmjow muttered, stealing the popcorn off Tia's lap.
"What did you do that for?" She cried, half joking.
"You were not eating it, so I thought I might have a little and give it back."
"You are correct. As for Fish-tank, I believe that he can run kilometers if he is scared enough."
"Yeah. Try having two angry Espadas out to kill you."
"Um…" Tia turned her attention to the horrid action movie they ended up seeing as they were not in the mood for something serious "That would be amusing to see. As he would scream, 'Save me Aizen-sama' all the way back to Los Noches."
"Hey…that reminds me of a nursery rhyme."
"I can tell. I know which one you are- not my toes!"
"I wasn't even going to try." Grimmjow laughed as Tia began aware of her open toed shoes. "You thought I was going to tickle them."
"You were. Don't."
"All right. I won't."
"Hey!"
Grimmjow glanced down his his feet and Tia kicked Aaroniero in the head without hesitation. "What are you doing here?!" She whispered, upset that her semi-pleasant evening had been ruined. "Why are you no-"
"I'm confused!" Aaroniero cried, tears welling in the eyes of his Whole Costume. "I don't know what going on!"
"What?" Grimmjow gasped. Had the two gotten mad at each other and… This could be really bad…very bad in fact. "Can you explain what
you mean?"
"Yeah! I was hiding under the table because I thought they were going to start fighting again and then there was this great silence! Then! Then! I crawl out from under the table after getting kicked for some reason and they wouldn't talk to me! I tried to get their attention and it didn't work! I even yelled 'Fire' any nothing happened! AHHH!"
"What?!" Tia was shocked. "You yelled…fire." She whispered. "What kind of idiot are you?!"
"Oh Miss Tia! Oh so beautiful! I didn't think it would cause such a panic! But Szayel and Nnoitra wouldn't stop smashing their faces together!"
"…What?" Grimmjow gave Tia a long look before asking Aaroniero. "What do you mean exactly?"
"Just what I said! See, they were like-" Aaroniero took Grimmjow's face in his hands and shmooshed his lips on his in a sloppy fashion.
"Yeah." Grimmjow pushed Aaroniero away and wiped his lips after making a face. "I get the picture. Ugh…Tia… later, if you would."
"Sure." She wouldn't mind to kiss him again as long his he used some mouthwash to get rid of Fish-tank's kiss of confusion. "Aaroniero, that's called kissing. It's a normal thing that sometimes happens when you fall in love."
"Oh?" That was new!
"Yeah!" Grimmjow grabbed him by the arm, "and why the hell did you come here to tell us this when we were having a nice time with out you?!"
"I donno!" Aaroniero cried as Grimmjow dragged him out of the theatre. "I just was concerned!"
"Really?" He could hardly buy that lie.
"Kinda! If their faces were stuck together forever, someone would be mad at me! I know it for sure!"
"Aw….damn it…." Grimmjow let out a long sigh and stopped walking just as they reached the lobby of the theatre. By this time, Aaroniero was crying and Grimmjow knew he had to do something if all of them were to get a long and accomplish their mission. "Okay… Aaroniero, I have a deal. Idea more like."
"…What…ki…ki..kind?!"
"A good one that is good for you too."
Grimmjow let go of the Ninth Espada's arm and waited until he cleared up his tearful act. "Okay… are you done crying?"
Aaroniero nodded.
"Great. Okay. While you and the four of us live in that apartment, I will ask Tia if she can make sure that Szayel and Nnoitra don't chop you up, okay? I know you worry about that a lot… as you are so uptight. Correct?"
"Yes! Very much! I don't wanna die!"
"You won't." Grimmjow put his hand on a tall and yet very scared shoulder. "All it needs is a word from Tia. Can I tell you a secret?"
"Yes, I suppose…" Aaroniero muttered, his heart starting to calm down as he began to realize Grimmjow wasn't lying.
"Neither Szayel or Nnoitra want to be demoted. Szayel doesn't want to have to answer to you. Which isn't very nice… but hey, he will do what Tia wants because she can have his rank lowered. So, I am very sure they won't try and kill you. Just don't have any soup Nnoitra makes and other than that you will be fine."
"Cool…" A smile crossed Kaien Shiba's face. "What's wrong with the soup?"
"Oh, it was just bad and made us all sick for a while."
"Okay…do you want me to leave now?"
"Yeah." Grimmjow dug into his pants pocket and pulled out a ten. "Treat yourself with a movie or something. Just don't want to see you come home drunk, okay?"
"Yes sir."
"Great. See you later." Grimmjow watched Aaroniero skip out of the theatre lobby and after he was gone, Grimmjow rejoined Tia who greeted him with a well executed kiss. (After he stopped in the Water Closet to wash his mouth out of course.)
Author's note: I think I love Aaroniero. He's so much fun to write!