Rule # 1
Do not disrupt his sleep
Three o'clock in the morning at the Kizuki mansion
Shinji was dragging a completely drunk Grimmjow through the dead silent corridors and the blunette just wouldn't shut up for the hell of it.
"Oi, Shinji. Let go of me. I can walk alone."
The Vampire slurred out in a loud booming voice and Shinji flinched.
"Shut the hell up. We're right in front of those two's rooms. Do you want to wake Ichigo?"
He hissed as silent as he could at his blue haired friend, but to no avail.
His comment made Grimmjow yell even louder instead.
"What? We're at berry-heads? That's great I wanna repay him for last time. Le' go."
Grimmjow freed himself from Shinjis grip and swayed toward the door.
Before he could try and open it however, it was almost ripped from it's hinges from the inside.
Now, there was a furious orangette standing in the door frame glaring daggers at the blunette in front of him.
"Grimmjow."
Ichigo growled and blue alcohol dazed eyes wandered to fix burning amber brown.
"You wanna be my next hunting target?"
The murderous aura Ichigo was giving off seemed to register in Grimmjows drunken mind and the blunette quickly shook his head in deny.
"Then shut your trap! It's fucking three o'clock in the morning!"
The orangette bellowed and slammed the door shut again.
Through pure horror Grimmjow had gotten sober in an instant and now turned to hurry as silent as he could to his own rooms.
Shinji was following him and whispered after a while.
"He wasn't very silent either."
The blunette turned to Shinji with horror widened eyes.
"Shut up! Do you want to get us killed?"
He breathed, then added.
"He's worse than Shiro before the two have met."
Shinji rolled his eyes before he parted from the blunette to head to his rooms, saying under his breath.
"I wonder how long you'll remember it this time."
"Shhh."
That was the last thing he heard from Grimmjow, before he turned around a corner and sighed.
It was always the same with the big blunette.
Give him a week and the game would start anew.
End