Hey everyone! SORRY! I know, I know, I'm late, but, I'm having trouble writing the Las Vegas scenario...help? anyone?
Happy Father's Day! I hope you did something for your dads! Or foster dads! Or father figures! Or someone! It's just great to show appreciation...It makes me smile to think of all the nice things everyone does for their seniors today! Happiness abound!
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
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Aizen would have facepalmed if he hadn't become used to this sort of thing.
Ulquiorra had, under Orihime's council, taken the day off. This, of course, led to utter chaos. The two were spending the day together, away from their children. This was, of course, not unreasonable. After all, the two were loving parents who spent much of their time with their children. Yes, it was not unreasonable to want a break.
It was unreasonable when this sort of thing happened.
Gin was currently holding a crying Sora, while trying to get him to sleep by making funny faces. This only made Sora cry harder. Verity, sensing her brother's distress, spat the mashed peas that she had been eating at Gin. Gin dodged (Hey, he wasn't a captain for nothing.), and the peas splattered the sulking Grimmjow in the face. He let out a growl of rage, and picked up his sword. The look Aizen shot him made him sit down, but, he returned to his sulking.
Verity giggled at Grimmjow, before picking up a spoon and throwing it at the silver haired ex-shinigami. It struck Gin across the temple, and he slumped onto the floor. Sora struggled from his grip, and waddled towards Aizen, looking up at him and giggling.
Aizen let a small (sincere) smile cross his face. And then Sora spat up on his feet.
It was going to be a looonnnggg night...
Orihime sat in a small, quiet room in the west side of Las Noches. She and Ulquiorra had been having a small, romantic dinner for two. This was peaceful, despite the distant cries of rage that they pretended not to hear.
She smiled. It was as beutiful as the moon above their heads. Ulquiorra remained expressionless, but, that was normal.
She hoped the children didn't hurt the fearsome arrancar TOO much...
Sora let out a wail as Grimmjow tried, once again, to get him to shut up. The blue-haired Espada was close to wailing himself.
Grimmjow looked imploringly over at Zommari, who, was meditating as if the equivalent of a sonic boom was not happening around him. One eye opened, and the calm Espada said two words that caused Grimmjow to be filled with visions of sunshine, happiness and fluffy bunnies.
"All right."
He practically skipped over to the other man, and handed the screeching bundle of Ulquiorra/Orihime DNA to him.
The child instantly quieted. Looking up at Zommari, he giggled and clapped his chubby hands together.
Grimmjow collapsed.
The strained peas hadn't worked out very well, and so, Zommari had decided to try the kitchens. The looks of sympathy that the weaker arrancar shot him made him feel better and more violent at the same time...
The large door to the kitchen opened to reveal Halibel, flanked by her three fraccion. Zommari tried to pass by, but, the inner maternal instincts of the four females decided to activate at the same time.
Varity and Sora were wrestled away from him by Apache and Mila Rose, as Sun Sun let out a coo. The look Halibel gave Zommari spoke volumes of If-You-Hurt-Them-I- Will-Make-Your-Death-Slow-And-Painful type emotions. He, wisely, backed off, and walked down the hallway as the four females brought the twins into the kitchens.
They'll probably be better off.
"AGH! LOOK WHAT IT DID TO MEEEE!" Mila Rose screeched as Apache snickered. Verity hadn't taken well to her method of burping (shaking the poor child furiosly was NOT the way to go...) and, the inveitable conclusion of vomit had taken place.
sun-Sun made a snide comment, and, it was quickly met by the usual response. But, something new was added to the mix that day. A soft sobbing was heard after the customary shout of "WHAT DID YOU SAY SUN-SUN?"
Three heads turned sharply to Sora, who was nestled in Halibel's lap. He was crying softly, and burying his head in Halibel's shirt. The female Espada picked the child up and held it comfortingly. The three fraccion quieted instantly.
Verity, being the protective sister that she is, picked up another spoon and tossed it at Apache.
Ping. Thunk.
Verity's master aim laid waste to the monster that was Apache. Mila Rose turned in shock to the fallen arrancar, before looking at the child on the table.
Suddenly, spoons seemed very threatening...(Nnoitra must be downright terrifying then...)
The fraccion quickly reached out for the child.
Too late.
Thwack went the spoon. Thud went Mila Rose.
I might actually like this girl when she grows up. The thought echoed in Sun Sun's head.
Szayel had made a point that he was not going to help with the babysitting job. Ulquiorra calmly replied that they wouldn't want Szayel within ten feet of their children at any given time anyway.
That's the only reason I'm doing this. The thought was repeated like a mantra in Szayel's head as he read the advanced scientific book aloud.
Oddly enough, Szayel's gift for putting people to sleep was not working.
In fact, the more he read, the more the two cried. He had tried different books, ranging from Dissection: Why the Frog Hates you. to Quantum Physics: How to bend and break them. Nothing had worked. Szayel was at his wits end...or, what was left of it...
In the end, he spied something that might...MIGHT...shut the two up for a little while.
A white box that reeked of sweets and sunshine. Desperate times called for desperate measures...
Szayel reached out to the box...
"WHADDAYA MEAN THEY'RE LOST?" Stark yelled, fearing the wrath of Orihime.
"Well, you see..." Szayel said, pushing up his glasses embaressadly, "After they broke the legs off three lab tables, I lost track of them, and..." He trailed off.
Stark groaned, imagining just WHAT the leader of the Las Noches Women's Movement would do to him...
And then he heard laughing. He walked towards the door that led to the sound.
There, Lilynette and Sora and Verity were literally bouncing off walls. The pink and blue and jelly-like stains on the wall gave some clue as to WHAT had happened to make Lilynette even MORE hyper, but, it was hard to tell if she was just caught up in the moment, or acutally on a sugar high.
Birds of a feather... The proverb started in Stark's head as he watched the maniacal trio.
Then, the atmosphere seemed to dim as the three crashed from the sugar high, and fainted dead away.
Flock together. He finished. ...Is that a saxaphone...?
Gin awoke to...silence. He sat bolt upright, images of blood covered walls and a maniacally laughing Grimmjow entering his mind immedietly.
Instead, he saw a strange sight. Aizen was standing there, holding one child on each arm, looking completly natural. He, in a flash, took and empty bottle and replaced it with a pacifier. It was, a strangely beutiful sight, like when you see Yachiru having fun without holding some kind of weapon, or, when Captain Unohana loses her cool and punches Captain Zaraki across the face.
Such good memories...
Aizen noticed the silver haired man's eyes were opened, and quickly attempted to look disgusted at the happily dozing children in his arms. Gin laughed, an actual laugh, at the expression on his face.
"Ya know Aizen-Taicho, if it weren't for the fact you'd gut me for sayin' so, I'd say that you're the motherly type."
"It is good that you don't say such things Gin. Lest such a fate befall you." The look on Aizen's face was certain that that WOULD be the outcome if Gin brought it up again.
Gin looked about, seeing various Espada conked out on the floor. Grimmjow was curled up like a cat. Halibel was leaning against the wall, eyes closed peacefully, instead of being on guard. Stark was snoring as usual. A pink tuft of hair poked out of the pillow that was currently on the snoozing Szayel's head.
Gin fought with a sudden urge to join them.
Aizen rose, and carried the protesting children to their beds. He laid them down, and tucked them in. Little did Aizen know that the eye cam that Szayel had cooked up for Gin was currently redording this.
I suppose a goodnight kiss is too much to hope for...
The door to the room creaked open as Ulquiorra and Orihime walked in to see the comic scene. Ulquiorra just stared, and Orihime sighed. They decided that they'll let the others stay for the night...but, they'll pay...
Aizen walked to the ajar door, and walked into the dimly lit hallway. Gin close behind him. He turned to see Ulquiorra's face staring through the small crack left between the almost closed door.
"Arigatou, Padre." Ulquiorra said, closing the door quickly.
Aizen walked away with a smile on his face and Gin in a headlock.
At this point, I can't decide if this is good, or if it sucks...oh no...what if I lost my sense of humor...OMG !
...Please tell me if I'm losing it...
-Twilight Symphony.