Soul Buttefy Daycare: Arts and Crafts
"Arts and Crafts: While Ulquiorra and Grimmjow have their sleep over, Orihime and Ichigo attend their assigned after school study club, oly for thingsto go awry when Orihime gets her hands on the glue.
"You're not even looking at the flashcards," Ichigo complained and sent Orihime a reproachful look, but the four year old was too preoccupied with the glue. If their supervisor found out that Ichigo had snuck into the art closet and "borrowed" the craft box for Orihime, he could get into a lot oftrouble. They were suppose to be drilling eachother on English word memorization.
"Sorry Ichigo, but I gotta finish this before we leave. Sora doesn't let me use the glue at home - oops!"
Ichigo watched blankly as Orihime knocked over the art supply box. Crayons, markers, feathers, and glittered spilled out all overthe floor. Squeaking, Orihime tried to pick them up and accidentall knocked over the glue with her elbow.
"I can't imagine why," Ichigo remarked dryly. Behind him two girls from Miss Sue-Feng's class sneered.
"What a freak!" one of them hissed. Ichigo recognized them as the two fromthe playgrund that had pushed Orihime down and then later bullied her into cutting all of her hair off. Glaring angrily, Ichigo moved to confront the but Orihime quickly stopped him by shovin the art supplies into his arms. She very nearly got glue on his shirt.
"I know they're mean butjust ignore them. Here, try using the glitter. It'll help."
Ichigo made a face.
"Ugh Orihime, I'm not sure Ulquiorra would want glitter on his Batman." The oragehaired by watched as Orihime gluedthe action figure's left arm back on. Turning, she spared him a sunny smile.
"It's too late. I accidentally spilled some on it when the art box fell over - and you know that stuff doesn't come out. We might as well add some more," she cheered and began to shake the green glitter over the poor handicapped toy before Ichigo could stop her. He didn't entirely agree with her reasoning. Glitter was awfully hard to get out.
A wicked thought suddenly entered his head and wihout turnin around, Ichigo grabbed a handful of the red glitter and flung it at the two girls behind him who were both still laughing at Orihime. Both of them shrieked when the glitter hit them an Ichigo inwardly chuckled. Orihime was right - the glitter did help. It served them right, those bullies. Orihime wenton oblivously.
"I still can't believe you broke Quiorra's toy!"
"We were fighting!" Ichigo defended, suddenly feeling like he was being scolded by Rukia. How he missed her!
Orihime shook her head.
"Violins does'nt solve violins."
Ichigo slapped his forehead and then grimaced. His hands still had glitter on them. It was probably on his forehead now too.
"You mean violence."
"That's what I just said!"
Before Ichigo could retort, their supevisor Mr. Hitsugaya came over and grabbed Ichigo by the scruff of his collar.
"Ichigo Kurosaki, you ought to be ashamed of yourself!" the short man scolded. Orihime quickly grabbed the glue and the action figure and hid them under the table where she was sitting at. Mr. Hitsugaya was the youngest teacher at their school and even though he was very short, he was also very strict. He kind of scared the four year old.
"Hey! What'd I do!? What'd I do!?" Ichigo hollered and struggled in Mr. Hitsugaya's grip. Behind him stood the two girls who had been doused in glitter. Bother of them had tears in their eyes and identical, little pouty faces.
"This academic activity was designed by the school to improve our student's social and scholastic studies, and you soil it with your blatat disrespect and miscreant behavior!" Mr. Hitsugaya shouted and pointed angrily at the two glittery girls.
"You even got glitter on the flashcards!"
Ichigo scowled. He wanted to say that he wasn't sorry and that those girls deserved it. He wanted to tell their supervisor that he was short and that these study group weren't even real clubs. He wanted to say that he wasn't even the one that spilled glitter on the flashcards... but then that would get Orihime in trouble.
"You can't prove anything!" he finally shouted. One of the girls behind them giggled. Ichigo's forehead was twinkling like a starry night. Mr. Hitsugaya stared at him coolly. The five year old had been caught red handed.
"It's off to the principal's with you," their short man grumbled. Turning to Orihime, their supervisor's expression softened.
"Without Sparkles here, I'm afraid the English Academic Club will have a odd number. If you'd like, once I return from escorting Mr. Kurosaki to the office, I can ben your flash card study buddy."
Orihime smiled shyly, touched by the short man's offer.
"That would be very nice," she started and moved to tuck a stray hair behind her ear before suddenly freezing. She jerked her arm suddenly and then with sudde dread all the blood drained from her face.
"But first,I think I need to visit the washroom," she choked before suddenly running out of the room.
"and then we'd also like an rder of cheese bread," Ulquiorra told the pizza man calmly and quickly moved away from Grimmjow who was still trying to wrestle the phone away from him.
"I'm telling you, I can get us a discount!" he whispered. Ulquiorra ignored him.
"No credit. Ofcouse I'm old enough to use a credit card - wait there's someone on the other line. Please hold," the dark haired boy ordered before switching the line.
"Quiorra oh thank goodness!" Orihime shrieked into the phone. Ulquiorra blinked, somewhat surprised that the woman was calling him. He didn't even knw she knew his number.
"Is that the princess?" Grimmjow asked, suddenly interested.
"Is that Grimmjow? Why is he at your house?" Orihime asked.
"Sleep over," Ulquiorra explained distractedly. He had never spoken with her over the phone before and suddenly hewas worried.
"Oh wow really? Tatsuki sleeps over my -"
"Why are you phoning me?" he interruped.
"The Englih Club desn't conclude for another forty-five minutes." Ulquiorra thought of that idiot Kurosaki meeting with the woman at the club.
"Did something happen?" he demanded.
"Yes!" Orihime breathed and then began to sob. Ulquiorra felt his throat tighten.
"There was a problem with your Batman and the glue..." Orihime's voice died off in despair. Ulquiorra thought of his Batman action figre that Ichigo had broken when they had started fighting. It was a low blow.
"Did you try to fix it?" Ulquiorra asked, bewildered.
"Just remember Quiorra, violins doesn't solve violins." Orihime whimpered.
"Woman I don't understand."
"I accidentally glued your Batman to my hand!" the four year old cried.
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