Gettin' My Kicks
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mistkittGrimmjow and Karin mid-argument, because I want to explore it.
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“If you have so many servants and bitches in Hueco Mundo, and life is so great for you there, why are you always hanging out here?” Karin muttered as she frowned down at her homework. She wasn’t as book smart as her sister, but she wasn’t dumb, either. No one in the family was. Ichigo’s old teachers had been saying so ever since the twins entered high school.
Grimmjow, sitting cross-legged on her bed and poking at his gigai’s holeless stomach, sneered at the question. “Even a king needs a break sometimes.”
“A break that lasts three months?”
“What the fuck do you know?!” he snapped irritably, then settled back into a quiet sulk.
Karin scribbled down an answer, checked her work, and moved on to the next problem. She neglected to ask why it was always her that he bothered when he came to the human world, and not Yuzu. It was troublesome. She’d been called into the office the other day because an idiot classmate had seen her hanging out with a ‘blue-haired thug’ and reported her. Karin was forced to endure a lecture about Ichigo’s reputation, family similarities, and how unsightly it was for a young lady to be associating herself with gangsters.
Morons. They didn’t know the half of it.
“I’m just saying, a guy like you, who has a kingdom full of wenches throwing themselves at his feet every night, wouldn’t come mingle with humans for months at a time for no reason.”
“What are you, my therapist now?”
“Do you even know what a therapist is?”
Grimmjow’s eye twitched. “I don’t have to put up with this!” he yelled, standing from her bed. “You are so lucky you’re Kurosaki’s sister!”
Karin threw her pencil down and whirled on him. “I’m quaking!” she snapped, her voice oozing with sarcasm. “If I piss you off so much, go bother your stupid women and leave me alone! I’m busy!”
Grimmjow stared at her for a moment. She was awfully fixated on the bitches thing, wasn’t she? A wicked grin spread across his face. “You’re not jealous, are you?”
One minute later, Grimmjow went flying down the steps of the Kurosaki Clinic, hitting several along the way before he came to a stop in front of a patient waiting to be seen. A door slammed upstairs. Isshin poked his head out of the examination room at the commotion, but seeing that it was just Grimmjow, he relaxed. “Don’t worry, he’s fine,” he said to his shocked patient. “Trust me, I’m a doctor.”
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