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Written as per request by morbidtragedies. Original request post here.
Title: Sweet Stuff
Characters: Ulquiorra, Gin.
Theme: Ice-Cream
Rating: PG
Warning: Total crack.
Disclaimer: The only BLEACH I own takes the colour out of my clothes.
Ulquiorra stared at the bowl that Ichimaru Gin placed in front of him. The strange white substance seemed vaguely familiar, something out of the real world, perhaps. Edible? He did not particularily want to find out. He glanced sideways at Gin, who had settled himself into a chair next to him, grinning. Gin motioned at the spoon, indicating that Ulquiorra should pick it up.
The espada looked down at the metal instrument. If any of the other arrancar were to walk past, it would seem to them as if Ulquiorra did not understand the simple functions of a spoon. Closing his eyes, Ulquiorra picked up the spoon, knowing better than to question Ichimaru Gin. Ulquiorra might have been Aizen's pet, but Gin certainly held more weight than the espada. He poked at the substance in the bowl with the spoon. It was creamy, and soft. It seemed to melt. And it did not correspond to any of the espada's memories of the real world. Not that he had many memories of the real world. He merely preferred to forget the life he led as a human.
"It's ice-cream." Gin's words interrupted Ulquiorra's train of thought. Despite himself, Ulquiorra cast a quizzical glance at Gin. The former shinigami motioned towards the bowl. "Y'can eat it, y'know."
A rustling of cloth indicated to Ulquiorra that Gin had left his seat. Before the espada could react, Gin was already leaning over his shoulder, plucking the spoon out of his grasp. Gin proceeded to use the spoon to scoop out a small portion of the ice-cream, and held it in front of Ulquiorra. "Here, I'll feed ya." The grin on Gin's face widened. Ulquiorra could see no escape short of injuring the former shinigami. Ulquiorra closed his eyes and took the spoon into his mouth.
"There's a good boy." Gin smiled, replacing the spoon in the bowl. The ice-cream was sweet - too sweet for Ulquiorra's taste. Only calm, practiced control kept him from retching at the absolute sweetness of the ice-cream.
"Finish it up, okay?" The former shinigami grinned, walking off. Ulquiorra did not show it, but he felt as if Gin had just sentanced him to die - which, the espada admitted to himself, would be better than choking down the remainder of the sweet stuff. But Ulquiorra was not bred to disobey orders. Reluctantly, he picked up the spoon again.
This was going to be a long day.
Title: Sweet Stuff
Characters: Ulquiorra, Gin.
Theme: Ice-Cream
Rating: PG
Warning: Total crack.
Disclaimer: The only BLEACH I own takes the colour out of my clothes.
Ulquiorra stared at the bowl that Ichimaru Gin placed in front of him. The strange white substance seemed vaguely familiar, something out of the real world, perhaps. Edible? He did not particularily want to find out. He glanced sideways at Gin, who had settled himself into a chair next to him, grinning. Gin motioned at the spoon, indicating that Ulquiorra should pick it up.
The espada looked down at the metal instrument. If any of the other arrancar were to walk past, it would seem to them as if Ulquiorra did not understand the simple functions of a spoon. Closing his eyes, Ulquiorra picked up the spoon, knowing better than to question Ichimaru Gin. Ulquiorra might have been Aizen's pet, but Gin certainly held more weight than the espada. He poked at the substance in the bowl with the spoon. It was creamy, and soft. It seemed to melt. And it did not correspond to any of the espada's memories of the real world. Not that he had many memories of the real world. He merely preferred to forget the life he led as a human.
"It's ice-cream." Gin's words interrupted Ulquiorra's train of thought. Despite himself, Ulquiorra cast a quizzical glance at Gin. The former shinigami motioned towards the bowl. "Y'can eat it, y'know."
A rustling of cloth indicated to Ulquiorra that Gin had left his seat. Before the espada could react, Gin was already leaning over his shoulder, plucking the spoon out of his grasp. Gin proceeded to use the spoon to scoop out a small portion of the ice-cream, and held it in front of Ulquiorra. "Here, I'll feed ya." The grin on Gin's face widened. Ulquiorra could see no escape short of injuring the former shinigami. Ulquiorra closed his eyes and took the spoon into his mouth.
"There's a good boy." Gin smiled, replacing the spoon in the bowl. The ice-cream was sweet - too sweet for Ulquiorra's taste. Only calm, practiced control kept him from retching at the absolute sweetness of the ice-cream.
"Finish it up, okay?" The former shinigami grinned, walking off. Ulquiorra did not show it, but he felt as if Gin had just sentanced him to die - which, the espada admitted to himself, would be better than choking down the remainder of the sweet stuff. But Ulquiorra was not bred to disobey orders. Reluctantly, he picked up the spoon again.
This was going to be a long day.