Author: Inner Abyss PM
100 drabbles. Hanataro x Aizen. Yaoi ; don't like, don't read.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - S. Aizen & Hanatarō Y. - Chapters: 4 - Words: 1,021 - Reviews: 8 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 4 - Updated: 06-16-12 - Published: 06-08-12 - id: 8197267
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since you guessed, this is a 100 drabble story thing containing the pairing Aizen x Hanataro. I like to pair up couples that are not really used that much and the great thing about this you can request me to do an idea that you probably had in mind. anyways hope you enjoy this first drabble. i'll probably be uploading every day or every other day. i dunno.. ENJOY and don't forget to review. ;3
drabble one; coffee..
Aizen, as usual, he awoke early with Hanataro curled up close to him, breathing ever so softly. His hair stuck out in odd angles, his cheeks still slightly flushed from their previous late night love making, and had a string of drool sliding out of his mouth. Aizen cooed inwardly, brushing a strand of black hair away from his lovers face and planting a gentle kiss to his temple before leaving the bed quietly and heading to the kitchen. He had his annual craving..
It was the most important part of the day for Aizen and he greatly needed it (Besides sex and Hanataro and sex...) It made the start of his day less.. stressful and it gave him that needed boost to function. He was the owner of a modeling agency and tended to start early than he needed to be. It was very busy, and if he didn't have early dose of caffeine, the whole world would fear the wrath of his anger.
He hummed a simple show tune as he shuffled into the kitchen and towards the cupboard where his most prized possession would be. As he opened the cupboard, Aizen seemed to pause..
It was empty…
He smiled creepily and shut the cupboard only to open it seconds later.
It was empty.. still..
He could have sworn there was one box left. He wasn't dreaming he remembered that he saw it yesterday!
A small slurping sound could be heard behind him, and as he turned he took notice of Grimmjow in HIS house, sitting in HIS chair, drinking out of HIS mug. The blue haired male seeming to notice his boss grinned stupidly and gave a small wave.
"Good coffee.." he grunted, gulping down the last bit.
The sound of Aizen's outraged scream could be heard across the world.
I wouldn't blame Aizen, I enjoy coffee in the morning.
To be continued. 3