NOVEL NEXT Chapter 12: Chapter 11
Kukaku arrived at the barracks and was greeted by none other than the pink haired Lieutenant or the eleventh.
"Hey boobies 2! Where's your arm?" Yuchiru asked.
"I left it home. I didn't think I'd need it tonight," Kukaku answered.
"Kenny will like it. Are you gonna show Kenny?"
"Not tonight. I'm in kind of a rush shorty. Where's Yumichika's room? I have something he needs to see," she said trying to suppress an evil smirk.
"Yun-Yun? I'll show you."
Before Yachiru could leap on Kukaku's back someone called her name from the distance.
Yachiru turned, "Grimm kitty, look it's boobies 2," she said gesturing to Kukaku.
"Hey," he said, slapping Kukaku on the back. "Sorry about the other night. I must've been drunker than I thought." She laughed along with him, not really knowing why he was apologizing, but opted not to say anything. Maybe it wasn't such a bad thing that she didn't remember. If he felt he needed to apologize, something she'd never heard Grimmjow do, it must have been pretty shitty. 'It couldn't have been that bad could it?'
Switching his attention back to Yachiru, he ruffled her hair, "The Captain is looking for you shorty, so get outta here."
"Ok, but you gotta show boobies 2 to feather's room," and in a flash of pink she was gone.
"Yumichika? What, does he want a mold of your tits to show the doctor when he gets implants?"
"Probably," Kukaku said through her laughter as Grimmjow motioned for her to follow him.
As they walked along in a comfortable silence, Kukaku fell slightly behind to get a look at his muscular back, secretly thanking the Gods for his strange habit of rarely wearing a top. He was even sexier because he didn't know he was sexy. She eyed his 6'1 frame and started to calculate the time it would take to drag him into a dark alley and rape him. Would she still have enough time to do her mission and make it to the meeting by ten? Probably not, but just watching him walk made her seriously consider taking the risk. What could he have done that possibly warranted an apology? He walked like he had a huge-.
"Here it is," Grimmjow said interrupting her musings.
She looked up to see exactly where here was. "Thanks," she said to Gimmjow who was already walking away.
"Have fun," he called over his shoulder.
Kukaku stood entranced, watching him walk away until he finally turned a corner.
"Ok, focus," she said to herself as she readied herself for the task at hand. After easily picking the lock, she crept inside to prepare for his arrival.
It wasn't long before Kukaku heard movement outside the door. She took a deep breath and prepared to put on the show of a lifetime. The door creaked open, then closed gently a couple seconds later. She heard him as he walked through the small kitchen and entered the bedroom. Her heart beat loudly in her ears and her breathing was uneven. She fought against the urge to laugh, knowing that one slip would blow everything. He sighed in exhaustion and turned on a dim light. Kukaku watched as he gracefully untied his robe and dropped into a chair on the far side of the room. He pinched the bridge of his nose, and then slowly looked up, finally noticing the very naked Kukaku posed seductively on his bed. Her prosthetic arm was missing as well as the bandages that typically adorned her head. Messy black hair cascaded over her shoulder and fell between her breasts.
She smiled inwardly as she watched his eyes roam over every inch of her body, seemingly digesting what he was seeing. She waited for his face to contort into a look of revulsion or even fear. Maybe he would scream like a girl and go running hysterically down the street, or even better, maybe he would just faint. She searched his face for some indication of what he was thinking. He still hadn't spoken so she assumed he was in a state of shock. 'Should I say something,' she thought to herself. The longer he stared, the more she found herself wanting to look away. She was beginning to feel extremely self-conscience under his critical gaze, and even more disturbing was the fact that he didn't seem bothered in the least.
"Beautiful," he whispered, finally breaking the awkward silence as he stood and walked toward the bed.
'Beautiful?' Kukaku's eyes grew large as he approached her in only his hakama. This was definitely NOT what was supposed to happen. Her pulse quickened. 'Fuck, what do I do now?' Yumichika stopped in front of the bed and looked down at the naked Shiba woman.
"You seem surprised. You don't find yourself beautiful?" She didn't answer.
"Hmm. Is it my birthday?" he asked seriously.
"Uhh, I don't know," she said quietly, unable to find anything witty to say.
He turned and walked away, giving her a chance to look him over. He had no muscles to speak of and while she wouldn't call him unattractive, he definitely did not appeal to her in any way. He was far too pretty and delicate for her taste.
She watched as he pulled his shoulder length hair into a ponytail and removed the colorful feathers from his eye. He then walked back over to the corner of the room and sat down again. Kukaku, who had gotten over her initial shock of Yumichika's casual reaction to her being there, stood up and put her hand on her hip.
"I came to get a lesson in etiquette," she said standing before him in all her glory.
"Etiquette?" he asked sounding surprised. "But you have such wonderful manners. I wouldn't change a thing."
"You're a real smart ass…the only thing I like about you," she said with her patented grin.
"The only thing? How disappointing."
"Oh come on fairy boy," she said spinning slowly. "There must be something that needs improvement." She was sick and tired of him trying to play it cool. She didn't know how much time she had before the meeting started, but she was ready to get this over with. 'I'll just push him until he can't take any more.'
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