A/n: I'm touched by all the reviews, truly, I am. *sniffle*
I'll get to the requests soon-Promise.
Disclaimer: Yah…The rhymes and what have you: Not mine. As you know.
It's Raining, It's Pouring
SNOOORRRREE…
I glanced at Starrk irritably. Yeah, I know it's his thing, but when you're trying to earnestly mix prank with enlightenment, then you would think that one would at least try to pay attention. I rubbed my hands together, "Alright! Next!"
"When's lunch?" Yammy asked pointlessly.
"Up your ass…" grumbled Grimmjow moodily, "But seriously. When's the foxy faced creep gonna give us food? I'm starving!"
As the children began dissenting, I forced a smile on my face. Luckily, I came prepared for this. From underneath the table, I pressed a button (that magically appeared there, of course) and viola!
"HOLY FUCK IT'S FOOD!" yelled Grimmjow excitedly, drool pouring out of his mouth at all the tantalizing sights and smells.
Well, I think you might be as curious as I am as to how espada can eat to begin with. Ya know, with the hole and all.
Just as they all began to grab the food, I pressed the button again. And yes, the food flipped back into the table. My smile was genuine this time.
"Now, if we just go through one round of assigning rhymes, you can eat. Agreed?"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever!" gushed out Yammy (just between you and me, I'm pretty sure he was willing to kill his own little doggie at this point), "Just hurry up!"
It's raining, it's pouring
The old man is snoring
He went to bed and bumped his head
And couldn't get up in the morning
I made sure to sound extra bubbly when I sang the song and I must say it worked out wonderfully.
Grimmjow covered his ears, "If the next fucking round of songs sound like that I'm going to fucking kill the person who invented rhymes…."
"Too bad the person's already dead." I deadpanned, "Alrighty who wants it?"
"Hmm…It is interesting how human adults teach violence and such silly things to children." muttered Ulquiorra.
Aaaaaaaannnnd other than that it was completely silent. Well. With the exception to Yammy's tummy.
"HURRY UP YOU FUCKERS I'M STARVING HERE!" he yelled.
"I vote Starrk." said Hallibel in a bored, indifferent tone.
SNOOOOOORRRRREEE…
I whipped out a judge's mallet from my sleeve, "All in favor say 'aye'."
"Aye."
I slammed it once on the table.
Starrk didn't wake up.
I did it again-this time even harder.
He still didn't wake up.
I banged the darn thing until it broke.
SNOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEE EE….
I tossed the useless handle somewhere behind me and sighed. Why do I even bother?
"Ichimaru…" asked a very watery voice.
I looked up with a near-glare, "Yes, Aaroniero?"
"What about me?"
Hmm…good question. What about you?
A/N: No, seriously. People, I have no f-ing clue.