Ask Nicer Than That - Bleach (boyxboy)

Title: Ask Nicer Than That

Summary: "Now now, Grimm-chan. If you want something, you're going to have to ask nicer than that."

Pairings: Hinted Grimmjow/Ukitake

Disclaimer: I own nothing of the Bleach series. Yep, nothing. Zilch. Nada.

Warnings: Swearing and a bit of Shounen-ai at the end.

AN: Gah! Grimmjow was hard to write! This is my first ever attempt at writing him, so I'm pretty sure he is OOC. I tried, tough. I really did. Forgive me, Grimmjow fans!

Though, I hope you'll enjoy this ficlet either way!

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If there was anything Grimmjow hated the most it was weaklings (usually female weaklings) and being completely bored out of his mind. Sprawled out on his side across the tatami mats, chin resting in his hand as his elbow dug into the flooring; he felt his irritation rise as he was currently in the midst of one of his pet hates.

Fuck, he was so bored!

After the defeat and capture of Aizen, Grimmjow, and a few others he could careless to remember, was taken back to the Soul Society just so those obnoxious Shinigami's could keep an eye on him. If Ichigo didn't fucking well threaten him to at least stay hospitable for his sake, he was sure he would have slaughtered the bunch of those stupid old farts for their never ending reign of stupidity.

Of course, the reiatsu restraints they have placed on his wrists and ankles probably helped a great deal as well. The bloody things were irritating the shit out of him!

He was currently going through the trail period of his capture. That meant that he was under constant surveillance by numerous captains and vice-captains. And, shit, weren't they the most uptight and downright boring bunch of idiots he had ever met?

Sure, that guy with the ghastly pink kimono was alright; drinking sake until they both passed out drunk was actually a pretty reasonable punishment. And that guy with the bells in his hair was somewhat entertaining as they tried to kill each other for fun. But the rest? Bah, he wouldn't give them a second look if they should pass each other on the street.

Although, if he saw that freak with the face paint, Mayuri or something, out on the street, he'd bolt in the opposite direction. Fuck, was that guy creepy!

There was one captain, however, that really got under his skin. How that scrawny stick-insect could be a captain, he'll never know. Honestly, he was about six foot tall but was a thin as a chopstick. A light breeze could knock him over.

In fact, he had actually seen him knocked off his feet by a sudden breeze. The man, however, simply laughed at his own clumsiness and climbed to his feet to flitter away like some kind of a fairy.

It was in that moment that he decided to call the captain 'Fairy'. Well, he looked kinda like one; all cheerful and happy all the time. And that hair, it was snow white. He was like a Snow Fairy or something.

But what was worst, he was currently stuck with him as his 'Patrol Officer' for the moment.

"Hey, you!" Grimmjow called out harshly and with a huge amount of disrespect to the tall male with the long white hair, who had been sitting quietly, doing some paperwork on the other side of the room. He knew his name, but he wasn't going to use it.

"Hey, fucking toothpick! Get me a drink!"

However, the tall and slender captain merely ignored him, seemingly blissfully unaware of him. He merely signed off on a piece of paper, delicately picked it up to set aside before slowly and carefully pulling out another form, running his eyes over it so carefully. It looked as if he was actually interested in what the bloody thing had to say.