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"5 minutes," Shinji said from behind the door.
"May I tell the others of this new information?" Orihime asked seriously.
"Yes, you are all partners now." Kisuke smirked. "I hope you like them so far Orihime, they all hold a dear place in my heart."
"Be careful," Kisuke warned.
"I know you can do this," Yoruichi said to the girl. With a hug to her parent figures and a final good bye, Orihime made her way outside of the room.
"Lets check up on the others," Shinji said with a smirk once the pair reached the elevator. The serious persona he had just a second ago vanished into thin air. Orihime was still adapting to the news she found out, with a silent nod, the pair made there way.
CHP 9
Kids
Smiling with a large grin, Uryu quickly walked his way down the hall.
Where the hell is Shinji when I need him?
Nearing the end of the hallway, the spectacled man saw a younger lady kneeling on the ground picking up a few things. Feeling like a gentleman, he went to help her.
"Miss do you need any help?" He asked bending down near her, from the distance only her braid was visible.
Looking up, Uryu saw the female had slightly parted bangs and grassy green eyes.
"No," she replied in monotone going back to fulfilling her task.
"Are you su-," before he could continue, he saw the man he was looking for in the distance.
"HEY! Shinji!" Uryu called the blonde haired man, "Excuse me," he turned back to the girl.
Jogging over to Shinji, the yells of a man behind him were ignored in the background.
"What do you think you are doing Nemu-"
While Uryu tracked down Shinji, at the other side of the hotel was a flushed red haired man...
"M-Mr. Franco-," Renji started before being cut off.
"Please, Renji! Call me Francicsco, after all you will be yelling my name the rest of the night," the Spaniard smirked at the taller man standing awkwardly at the other end of the table.
"I-I think-," Renji stopped as he saw the man approach him once more. Running to the other end of the table, they continued their game of cat and mouse.
I'm going to kill Shinji. Was the mantra roaring in Renji's head.
This man is a little too… touchy for me.
That and I'm straight.
"What the actual fuck," Grimmjow snorted.
"You idiot, shut the fuck up! There are kids here," Ichigo scowled motioning to the numerous kids running around the pair.
"You're telling me to shut the fu-," before he could continue, Grimmjow was cut off.
"Mommy told me phucks a bad bad word," a little girl with pigtails looked up to Ichigo and Grimmjow. "bad, bad word," she whispered with a dangerous glint in her eyes.
"Y-Yeah, so don't bring it up alright?" Ichigo awkwardly rubbed his neck.
Walking up to the mirror on the wall, Grimmjow face palmed.
"I'm wearing feathers. Pink feathers and sparkles," The blue haired man pulled at the tight collar of his shirt, "These white jeans are too tight and short, they don't even fall to my ankles…"
"You think you're the only one? Stop complaining," Ichigo glared at his reflection.
"Strawberry, blueberry, can we play a game?" A little boy walked over with a large lollypop in his mouth, drool hanging off his chin.
"What'd you call me?" Grimmjow growled, Ichigo's forehead ticked.
"Sure little boy, what'd you have in mind?" Ichigo attempted to ask glaring at the child.
"Ichiiiigo, she's being mean to me!" Another boy cried, tears cascading out of his eyes as he wrapped his arms around the orange haired man's muscular calves.
"I AM NOT!" A blonde haired toddler threw her doll at the pair.
"Hey! Stop!" Ichigo tried to prevent her from throwing projectile objects; you'd think from all the practice with Rukia I'd be good at this…
While Ichigo was taking care of his situation, two little girls were having there way with Grimmjow.
"I WANT TO PLAY WITH HIM," the brunette pulled Grimmjow's left hand.
"HE'S MY FRIEND, NOT YOURS," the blonde pulled at his right.
"YOU'RE UGLY!" The brunette screeched.
"NO, YOU ARE!" the blonde fired back.
"How about you two play by the toys over there?" Grimmjow motioned to the other side of the room, away from him.
Gritting his teeth and wanting to get the girls away from him, he lifted up his hands, but the two girls hung tight. Now multiple feet of the ground, they both began to giggle.
"This is fun!" the brunette commented.
"I want to be on your back now," the blonde commanded. "Now."
"How bout you both get off me?" Grimmjow glared at the two little girls.
"I. Want. To. Be. On. Your. Back. Now," she said slowly.
"No," Grimmjow smiled at the little girl.
Her lips began to tremble followed by tears, very loud crying right by Grimmjow's ear.
"Fine," he mumbled bringing her up to his shoulders.
"Yay!" She smirked in delight wiping the fake tears while ruffling his blue hair resulting in a growl from Grimmjow.
"I WANT TO BE THERE!" The other girl roared still hanging off his arms.
"You know what," gently flicking off the girl on his hand, he brought the other one down.
"I have to go to the bathroom," ignoring the pouting pair, he made his way to the stall locking the door.
Am I really hiding from… two little girls?
Cursing his cowardness, Grimmjow walked back out there.
"You two," he pointed at the girls, "Don't touch me."
Looking around, Grimmjow didn't find Ichigo.
Giggling from the inside of the supply closet answered his questions. Opening the door, he saw a tied up Ichigo with a yellow sock in his mouth, five little girls sitting on top of him.
"I'm gonna ask mommy if we can keep you!"
"He can live in my closet, or under my bed!"
"Can I keep you in a jar? Or in my cat's cage?"
"I like you!"
"Let's give him a hair cut!"
"Hell no," was the muffled words that came out of Ichigo's mouth, trying to get up, ten dainty hands stopped him.
"We asked you to politely lie down because the floors dirty, I'm going to tell mommy you made me cry if you don't."
"I want your shirt, it's sparkly!" One girl grabbed –sharp- scissors and motioned to Ichigo.
Before Ichigo could do anything, she began to snip away. The other four girls began to laugh and clap.
Grimmjow stood by the door, shock written over his face although he did have the urge to laugh.
"Ooooohhh! It's so hard!" The girl with the scissors poked his abs.
I am being molested by children and can't do anything about it.
I'm going to fucking kill Shinji.
As Ichigo was cursing a certain blonde and trying to wiggle away from five girls, Grimmjow's laughter was heard from the other end of the door.
"O-Oh m-m-my," He laughed even harder, "This is fucking hilarious!"
Ichigo's glare was dangerous.
"Alright girls, I think he's had enough torturing for the day," Grimmjow began to harshly lift the five off of a very upset tied up Ichigo. Kicking the girls out the door, he stared down at the orange haired agent.
"This is a picture worthy moment, too bad I don't have my phone," smirking, Grimmjow ignored the muffled colorful words coming out of Ichigo's mouth. "Damn, they tied you up pretty well," Grimmjow looked down at the triple knots around Ichigos body keeping him to the ground. Picking up a pair of scissors, he snipped away.
"You speak of this to no one," Ichigo threatened through gritted teeth rubbing his abused abs.
Grimmjow smirked.
Opening the door to walk out, an infant crawled in front of Grimmjow.
"You are supposed to be in the crib," he sighed picking the kid up. "Compared to the other your kinda cute," the blue haired man smirked at the toddler and lifted him up. The baby began to laugh.
"Eh, Ichigo, check this kid out!" Holding the child up in the air, Grimmjow began to smile.
The moment was ruined when said child threw up on the man's face.
"….To no one," Grimmjow said to a smirking shirtless Ichigo.
Growling, he walked the baby back in the crib.
"You fucking touch me one more god damn time, I'll stick this bottle up your-," Rukia was interrupted by Nel.
"Rukia! Language!"
"This bastards feeling me up," Rukia glared at the blushing man. "We did the show and now were serving drinks, what game is Shinji playing?" Rukia growled.
"I really like your hair," one of the eight girls ran her hand through the curly soft locks.
The tall man flashed her a thumb, pushing the tray of food closer to her.
"Why thank you!" She grabbed a dish.
As the eight made there way, of course with food, Chad was visited by another pair.
"C-Can we try one?"
He flashed her a thumb and handed over a dish.
"T-Thank you!" The short girl flushed.
"Jack! Your doing wonderful, wonderful I say! Keep it up!" The chef patted Chad on the back.
The gentle giant nodded as he continued his way around the restaurant.
"Ah Uryu, how can I help you?"
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