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A date with death Drabble

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Gnat: What is going on here?! DAD?! MOM! What--

Lucia: Oh, oh no. Ant, darling!

Grim: ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ɪɴꜱᴇᴄᴛᴀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ, ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʜɪꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ. ɴᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ. ᴡᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴀʟ, ᴀ ꜰɪɴᴀʟ ᴅᴇᴀʟ.

Gnat: ...is that thing talking to us?

Lucia: [Whispers] I think so. I think your dad was friends with it or something.

Gnat: Friends? How the hell is that even possible?

Grim: ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴡʜʏ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀɴɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴꜱ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʀᴇꜰʀᴀɪɴ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʜᴇʀᴇ.

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I said "Oh, let's go watch Mean Girls at my house tonight" and nobody came.

Nick Grimshaw

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Bleach: Kitten Mittens part 2

Hi, I wrote more awkward GrimmIchi fanfiction....

Beware of some shipping in part 1 which can be read here

By all that is fuckable. Aizen was waiting. "Where have you been?" The question seemed genuine behind the smile and elevated eyes looking down at Grimmjow. "Just getting some air." Grimmjow replied averting Aizen's eyes. "I don't care how big this place is, I still need a change of atmosphere sometimes." "Oh, of course." Grimmjow could feel the eyes trying to penetrate his brain for any and all information it held. Before his head could be pried open he started to walk away. "You'll be glad then" Aizen started "I have a small task for you outside Hueco Mundo" Grimmjow stopped dead in his tracks and reluctantly turned to face this would-be Lord of Everything. "Yes, sir. What are your orders?" "Go to the living world, I'm sure you'll enjoy the atmosphere there, andobserve." Aizen put a certain pressure on the last word. It was a well known fact that Grimmjow wasn't very good at sitting still for very long and his attention span wasn't anything to boast of. "I've noticed some variations and vibrations in Kurosaki Ichigo's reiatsu and I'm afraid that he might go and do something silly if I simply leave him unattended – he is a teenager after all. If he were to perish my plans would be all obstructed and we can't have that, can we? So your job is to keep an eye on him and prevent him from doing anything too stupid. Remember I need him alive. Think you can do that?" Fuck! "Yes sir." "Good. Off you go then." Aizen almost sang that line and waved him off with a smug face. Aizen knew. Of course he knew. What doesn't he know? And Grimmjow's punishment was now to sit on his ass outside a teenage boy's window and stare at him like a creeper. Joy. Fucking joy. Nevertheless he went. – Thankful for clothes Ichigo had finally got focused enough to do his homework. Although she had knocked, Yuzu had entered before he could answer to see if he had any dirty clothes. On that occation he had said he'd carry his bed clothes down later but he was feeling a little under the weather and asked if he could eat in his room today. Fortunately she had agreed to it. His father, however, being a doctor, had insisted on tending to him. His enthusiastic behavior had distracted Ichigo sufficiently from his rear to focus on fighting back. Thoughts were slurring around in his head. Sexuality was one of the things you shouldn't think too hard about, he figured. Because with so many beautiful androgynous people running around you just end up confused. Being a ridgid heterosexual was playing it safe with no surprizes. He had read the same paragraph at least four times without taking any of it in so he shut the book and let out a heavy sigh. Cats. Damn blue cat. He rolled onto his back – okay, it wasn't so bad like that. Whatever the in-thought equivalent of a keyboard mash is that's what was going through his mind for the next little while before he calmed down and started to drift off. As he lay there, staring at the ceiling without seeing it, half asleep he started feeling it. Reiatsu. The spirit energy that he's so terrible at detecting when he's fully awake. Tiny specs of light in the darkness. His own, his father's, Karin's and... one just outside his house. Chad? Inoue? Ishida? He came back to a waken state. It wasn't a normal person. Their spiritual pressure was too strong for that. It was someone he knew. Man, if he could only sense these things like all the other shinigami he'd know who it was. With a brave effort and a great feat of strength and some care he sat up and looked out the window to see who was visiting. Unexpected sight. On the low wall outside his bedroom window sat a large white cat. A very large cat. With a strange blueish hue and piercing eyes bluer than they should be. He could tell all the way from second floor. It was staring up at him and it gave him the creeps. Ichigo turned away intending to lie back down but the second he did so he heard a thud of something hitting the wall beside him and a frantic scratching on the window sill. He turned back and saw the large cat had misjudged it's jump and had therefore not been successful in jumping in through his window. Now it was feverishly trying to cling on and climb up with little success. He grabbed it by the scruff of it's neck and hauled it in. "What the hell? Kitty, what are you trying to do?" The cat looked around critically and then looked up at Ichigo. It sniffed at him and with a rather disgruntled face jumped to the floor and crawled under the bed. Ichigo hung over the edge of the bed trying to look under it at the cat "Maybe I should have let you drop..." The cat glared back. First taken aback that the cat seemed to have understood that remark and then annoyed Ichigo continued "You're not a normal cat are you?" The cat turned it's focus to a dustbunny as if to avoid the question. Ichigo called for his sister. He asked for some painkillers for himself and some food for the cat. She complied and the cat got a can of tuna. She sat with them in his room watching the cat and eventually said that since it had come in from the outside it should have a bath. The cat quickly retreated to the furthest corner under the bed and made itself as small as it possibly could. Sadly, for the cat, it was outnumbered. Especially when Isshin came by to see where his prescious daughter had gone and agreed to help them bathe the stray cat. "Stray cats can be full of fleas and we can not tollerate such vermin in our esteemed house!" he had dramtically proclaimed before very nearly destroying his son's bed trying to get his hands on the four legged. With the poor creature in an iron grip Isshin carried him to the bathroom and gave Yuzu instructions on water and soaps. Thanks to painkilles Ichigo was comfortable enough to stand near the door and look at the bubbles rising from the bathtub. Until his father insisted that the cat was his responsibility, that was. With a battle any bard would dream of singing about the cat was handed over to Ichigo who then battled it into the tub and scrubbed it under heavy protesting hisses. Once done they were both completely soaked, very displeased with each other and Ichigo was covered in scrathes. Ichigo pulled off his shirt and wrung it. "Damn you," he said "I'm drying myself off before you." The cat did its very best to get a grip of the edge of the tub and crawl out but the smooth ceramic surface allowed for no such activity. Ichigo dried himself off, lifted the poor feline out of the tub and wraped it up in a towel to dry it. Unable to move the cat had no choice but to let itself be carried around on the teenager's arm like a god damned infant. Ichigo felt the same but less eager for its release. Back in his room Ichigo laid back on his bed and put the cat on his stomach. That had been exhusting. "Never do that again." Ichigo opened his eyes again and stared at the cat on his stomach for a moment. The crazy blue eyes glared back into his. Then let his head drop back on the pillow. "Why don't you meow, Grimmjow?" "I did earlier, idiot. Maybe you got water in your ears." There was a pause while Ichigo sighed. "I just realized... under that towel, are you completely naked?" "Yeah…" "… Okay." They stayed like this until Yuzu came to serve her brother dinner and some freshly bought catfood for their new lodger. Grimmjow dragged his dinner under the bed while Ichigo ate on top. After dinner Ichigo felt his bodily functions begging to be put to use once again. He swung his feet over the edge and set them on the floor and felt a quick swipe. The pain the scratches brought with them was oddly delayed but he imidiately identified the culprit who was still hiding under his bed. "I'll be right back." he snapped. __ Grimmjow stayed under the bed. If he had to observe he would get a better view if he got close, right? And under his target's bed was definitely close. __ Ichigo finally returned to his room and imidiately got a snarky remark about being full of shit for taking so long. He sat down on the bed and pulled his feet up before Grimmjow could reach him again. "So why are you a cat, right now?" Grimmjow was clearly not happy when he replied "Some kind of sick joke from Szayel... jerk." "And you're in my room because...?" Grimmjow was quiet for so long Ichigo thought he'd never answer. "Because I have to keep an eye on you. Keep you alive, specifically. Aizen's orders." Ichigo laid down on his belly and hung his head over the side of the bed again to look at the feline. "Aizen... sent you, of all people, to keep me alive?" "Me of all people." They were both quiet while Ichigo took in that absurdity. "Get out from there. At least while you're here and in that form, you can play my pet. My family already knows so you'll be fed and all that so just play along and you get to stay as close to me as Aizen wants you to." Very slowly Grimmjow snailed his way from his new found Favorite Spot Under the Bed and out in the open. As fast as he could operate Ichigo grabbed Grimmjow and got him in a tight grip between his knees. Then he pulled four little doll socks out of his pocket – curtesy of Yuzu – and managed to put two of them on Grimmjow's paws before the not-quite-panther realized what was going on and resisted. With a fight matching the one in the bath, albeit with less claws, Ichigo covered the last two paws as well. "That," he huffed "was for my achilles tendon." With all the grace of Bambi on ice Grimmjow staggered away on the suddenly slippery floor to the far corner of the room, carrying great disdain for his host. Ichigo, tired but victorious, climbed back to his bed and quickly fell asleep. – Ichigo felt hot. Very hot. And he couldn't breathe. His head and chest felt so heavy. He turned his head to the side and felt soft strands brushing his face. He sat up with a jolt and a large ball of white fluff – with a side of four pink socks – fell off his face and into his lap. Oh yeah... Grimmjow. His newpet. Four legs and a tail wiggled in the air under Ichigo's face before Grimmjow managed to turn himself the right way up. "… Mornin' Grimmjow…" "I'm hungry." With a tired sigh Ichigo pushed the feline off his legs and stumbled out of bed. He put on his school pants and headed for the bathroom morning rutines. Grimmjow spent these few minutes pacing the hall – or more like skidding back and forth – outside the bathroom door. He hadn't been allowed in to observe normal, living, morning rutines. From the bathroom to the kitchen Grimmjow pawed the best he could at Ichigo's legs wile trying to keep up. Don't forget that I'm here and you have to feed me. Whether Ichigo got the message or just thought it obvious shall remain unclear but he grabbed a can of cat food as the first thing in the kitchen and started to open it. Grimmjow started biting at his toes and make growling noises to get the food sooner. "Ow! OW! Jesus! Stop! Get off!" Alas, hungry cats don't take orders. Ichigo tore the can open and threw it on the floor before Grimmjow could attack any further. The still bare chested teenager glared at the greedy cat and grabbed some toast for himself. He heard his father call out to Karin and Yuzu that he was missing from his bed again and couldn't get his usual morning greeting "Daddy is sad!". Maybe Grimmjow's stomach wasn't so bad for alarm clock. He headed back to his room to get properly dressed for school. Only a few steps up he heard Grimmjow meow up at him. Grimmjow was sitting by the foot of the stairs looking a tad helpless. Ichigo remembered the trip down the stairs had been more of a tumble than a walk or run and now Grimmjow was stuck by the bottom unable to walk steadily enough to get up the steps. "Alright, alright." Ichigo sighed and went back to carry his new pet up to his room. Grimmjow was dropped rather carelessly when they reached Ichigo's room and a severe lack of fricktion under his paws sent his legs in every direction the wanted to go. Which was away from his main body. Disgruntled he laid there imitating a starfish and looking at Ichigo getting dressed. "That looks lame. What are you wearing that boring junk for?" "For school. It's a school uniform." Ichigo blinked a few times at Grimmjow. "What are you going to do while I'm at school?" "Aren't you taking my with you?" "No way, I can't bring pets to school." "…" "Stay here then. And don't get in trouble." "That's no fun. And I'm supposed to keep an eye on you!" "Like anything at school is gonna kill me. I'll be home this afternoon." "I'm gonna be bored outta my mind!" "I don't care, just don't get in trouble. You can't come to school with me." Grimmjow was less than pleased but couldn't get a move on soon enough to catch Ichigo before he was out the door. "… Guess we'll be two to decide on my day." And all day Ichigo noticed blue hair behind trees, walls and window sills. He was still being followed on his way home and decided to stop by a 100¥ store to have a look around. He picked out some snacks and cat toys, paid and headed home. Grimmjow was home first, of course. He'd even left the socks on his cat body to not raise suspicion with the family. He skidded towards Ichigo in welcome, carefully raising and setting one paw at the time. Still about as graceful as a jellyfish on the beach since his technique didn't work 100%. "You're not as stealthy as you want to think, man. I know you've been stalking me all day." Grimmjow let his hind legs slip foreward and sat flat on his rump. "I got some toys for you to play with. Maybe that'll keep you occupied when I'm in school all day." Ichigo gestured to his carrying bag from the store and noticed Karin staring at him for trying to have an intelligent conversation with a cat. A few incoherent syllables left his mouth to explain but were interrupted when Karin said she had soccer practice and left the home. Ichigo took off his shoes and carried Grimmjow back up stairs. Once back in his room he put the kitty on the floor, slightly gentler than he had in the morning, and fished out the toys he'd bought. Including a laser pointer. He was eager to try this one out. All the girls at school, and Chad, were crazy about videos of animals chasing laser dots and he wondered if it'd work on Grimmjow as well. He unwrapped it and turned it on. Lo and behold, it worked. Grimmjow's legs were flailing away in a sprint to chase the dot. Except… he wasn't getting anywhere much. The smooth floor and his socks made the quick pace of his legs utterly useless. The sight of it crippled Ichigo with laughter. It took Grimmjow several additional seconds to realize this, lie his ears back and hiss angrily at the ginger teen. While Ichigo lay coughing and crying with laughter Grimmjow scooted away from him slowly but surely. Very offended by this humiliation. Not any way to treat a future king at all. "Alright… as hilarious as that was, it might be easier for you to play if I took the socks off you. But only if you promise to not scratch anything or anyone." Grimmjow looked gloomily back at Ichigo and considered this deal as the boy pulled out a feather on a stick. Feather. On a stick. Waving around. The sky blue eyes were already fixed and pupils dilated in fascination. With no consideration for grace, dignity or leg coordination he stumbled over to get his paws freed. Once the socks were off and he had friction under his paws he prepared for attack. The feather wouldn't have any idea what hit it. He crouched, wiggled his rump… and JUMPED! Oblivious to the laughter from the teenager and the teen himself. There was only Grimmjow and the feather and nothing else mattered.

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