Rule #2
Do not steal his food
Several hours after the nightly disruption
Everyone had gathered in the great living hall to have breakfast together.
Well, everyone but one was missing, who probably still was sleeping off his intoxication.
To everyone's surprise mentioned missing person now entered the living hall with a slouching step and a yawn stretching his mouth to it's limits.
"Mornin'."
Grimmjow mumbled afterward while he dropped on the chair to the right of Ichigo.
The orangette send the blunette an angry glare, still sour because the man disturbed his sleep at such an ungodly hour, but soon he'd have all the more reason to want to murder Grimmjow.
While Ichigo ate from his rice, Grimmjow leered at the fish that sat innocently in front of Ichigo, once his own had been slung down in no time.
The others noticed him contemplating on stealing from Ichigos plate and prayed he wouldn't do anything stupid, that would leave him hurt in the end.
Ichigo on the other hand was oblivious to everything happening around him, fully concentrated on munching on his rice and making a list of things he'd need to buy later in the city in his head.
Minutes of silence went by, the suspense in the room growing slowly, because Grimmjow obviously had no intention on letting off of his plan.
Shiro who sat on the other side of Ichigo decided to assist the blunette a bit, to hopefully avoid any trouble he might get himself into otherwise.
Sighing he addressed Ichigo.
"So what 're you gonna do today, Ichigo?"
The orangette jolted noticeably, before he turned his head toward his mate, answering.
"I planned to shop some groceries and other stuff later on. Why?"
As soon as he had turned his eyes away from his dishes, Grimmjow snagged a chunk out of his fish and let it disappear in his mouth.
Seeing that his comrade had been successful, Shiro told with a shrug.
"Oh, never mind."
Ichigo raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything about it.
He turned his head back and continued to eat, finishing his rice and wanting to turn to his fish, he found a great part of it gone.
"What the fuck?"
Immediately his head snapped into the other direction, where Grimmjow sat, fixing him with an icy glare and seeing that he still was munching on something.
"Grimmjow!"
"I wiwn't wo nofing!" (I didn't do nothing)
He tried to defend himself, with his mouth still full and pieces of his food falling out of his mouth as he talked.
"I saved the fish for the last! Who else but you should have taken a chunk out of it?"
"Ulquiorra."
The blunette stated, after finally gulping his food down.
Ichigo shortly glanced over to the smaller raven haired Vampire, who looked at him with the same puppet like expression as always.
Looking at Grimmjow again he caught him taking another piece of his fish.
Enough was enough and everyone groaned inwardly at what was to come now.
"GRIMMJOW!"
With a roar the orangette was on top of the blunette and choked him, shouting curses into his face and maybe turning to beat the hell out of the, supposed to be stronger, Vampire.
While Ichigo was disassembling Grimmjow, Shiro rose from his seat to clean up his dishes, ignoring the entire scene.
He had tried to avoid that from happening, now that it obviously failed due to the blunettes fish-gluttony he'd do shit and get himself tangled in the mess.
The other three Vampires followed his example and left the two fighters on their own their own devices.
After all, that had become a part of the morning ritual and all of them had gotten their share for intervening once and learned from it, to better leave them be until no one had any strength to lift his pinky anymore.
End