These Moments

A loud course filled the empty kitchen.

Experienced cooks have an informal saying; 'Associated with the art of cooking were the annoying, albeit harmful injuries'. And as was the norm with stubbing ones toe, cutting a finger while slicing green peppers produced similar reactions. Curses.

With a bleeding finger now situated in his mouth, Grimmjow proceeded to suck the oozing liquid out. 'Shit, this stings like a bitch'.

Looking at the mess he made while flailing around, not that he'd admit to that, Grimmjow sighed. His plan to cook his special "Super-Saucy Burrito" was ruined. With the marinated ground beef decorating his titled flooring, he had to admit no one was going to be eating his Special anytime soon.

Swallowing the urge to curse at his hard work gone waste, Grimmjow contemplated other options. It was a shame that he had a rare day off too to make things special for Pantera, but what's done was done.

Snapping himself out of it, he considered taking Pantera to the old arcade place instead, that a certain Blondie he knew, ran. Smirking softly, he knew Pantera would appreciate the time out, gaming and all the fast food that that sloppy owner would offer. The kid deserved something special.

'Brat' Grimmjow thought fondly.

Looking at the spilled beef, the blunette sighed and resigned himself to cleaning duties. While Grimmjow tackled the mess with ferociousness, over at the elementary school, Pantera was tackling the class bully with equal ferocity.

'How dare that dumb, popus, arro… arro-grant! Tubby Lami talk about Dad that way!'

Fists flew from the chibi bluenette, pounding and kicking Lamerran for all he was worth. However, even with the intention to hurt, Pantera wasn't able to do much damage. Be it his scrawny frame or the evil child's thick skin (fat), his punches didn't carry weight. Pantera, feeling tears of pure frustration sting his eyes, at his utterly useless attempts to defend the one man that always stood by his side, let out a loud, strangled, desperate roar.

Things, obviously, went from bad to worse as Lamerran's taunts grew, calling names first graders shouldn't know, dismissing the blue-haired child's pathetic attempts at punches, starting to throw his own… So it really was no surprise to anyone but Grimmjow when he got a call on his cell, informing him about his son, who was currently in the infirmary with bruised knuckles, scraped knees, bleeding head wounds and – and… this all translated to one thing:

"Get your ass down here because your son has basically been beaten half to death."

On a good, slow, relaxing day, Grimmjow speeds at least 10 Km over the speed limit. So the bluenette, when on the verge of a heart attack and copious amounts of anxiety, takes measly seven minutes to drive a distance that should have taken him at least twenty minutes, he doesn't bat an eyelash.

Flying through the front entrances of the school and practically growling at the receptionist to see his damn son, he is politely shown the direction of the infirmary. With his footsteps echoing in the empty hallways and breaths coming out in puffs, Grimmjow promptly bursts into the white walled, antiseptic smelling ward.

The sight that greets him was stunning to say the least. Pantera was – was bloody laughing! He was sitting on the edge of one of the disposable beds and swinging his legs without a care in the world. Yeah, the bleeding head wound? A small bandage was enough to cover it, and those scraped knees and bruised knuckles weren't going to kill him anytime soon.

With a mutter that sounded suspiciously like, "Damn those office bitches, giving me a fucking – ", he strode towards a surprised Pantera.

Getting down on his knees, Grimmjow turned towards the nurse who gave him a knowing look and exited the room, while he turned back to Pantera. Examining his son closely, he could see there was no serious physical damage but the child definitely didn't have a happy aura around him.

Putting on a brave smile Pantera asked, "How come you're here?"

Ignoring his question, Grimmjow gave his kid a bear hug, wrapping him in his strong arms and broad chest he whispered, "Don't scare me like that again! I was so worried something happened to you when I was told you were hurt." Pulling back a little, Grimmjow looked at Pantera, who was sniffling adorably now.

"But Dad, he said bad things about you!"

The fire raging in his son's eyes held back a smartass comment from Grimmjow; instead he was deeply touched by Pantera's actions. "Did you give back as hard as ya got?"

Grinning a little, mini-Grimmjow smirked and replied a nonchalant "Yup" before re-counting the dirt puddle he pushed Lamerran into, a last second stroke of thought.

Watching the bully cry heavily and call out for mommy was both satisfying and made him feel a little regretful. That's why he had personally helped the dirt-covered boy out of the puddle and helped him wash in the bathrooms before the teachers caught him.

Grimmjow was astounded at his boy's maturity and thoughtfulness, hell he still didn't have those qualities.

However, when he saw Pantera try to remove the bandage from his forehead, he quickly pulled his hands away and Pantera started complaining about how the bandage itched and he was too big to wear one. 'Not so mature, then' Grimmjow grinned.

"Pantera, wearing these doesn't mean you're a baby. Look, I have one on too."

Grimmjow thanked his fortune for deciding today was the day he wore a bandage for a measly cut. "I'm big but I still use the First Aid Kit." (1)

"So, I'm wearing this from Big Kit?" asked Pantera, eyes large and head tilted to the side.

"Yup", Grimmjow grinned when Pantera immediately stopped picking on his bandage.

Proud, Grimmjow picked his boy up and told him the plans he made for them and a lovely little arcade two blocks away. Pantera, ecstatic and more than a little surprised, wrapped his arms around Grimmjow's neck and wondered if he should fight more often if he got this kind of treatment.

xXx

Meanwhile a certain orangette, still stuck in traffic, was both amused and pissed at the black car that had raced past him and other drivers, cutting them off and blocking rudely. "Where the hell's his fire?"

xXx

The next day, after a fun day of playing arcade games with the taller bluenette, and a night of soda, popcorn and bunch of Disney movies, Pantera returned to school feeling refreshed and ready to take whatever came at him. Surprisingly, Lamerran came up to him straight away and gave him his candy-bar for the day, saying, "I'll give you this if you become my friend."

And really, who could say no to a candy-bar?

FIN

Welp, that's that :)

I hope you enjoyed that little extra, I know much you all love Grimm and his chibi-duplicate. Happy New Years guys, and thanks for all your lovely reviews and support!

Ps. If you didn't catch it the first time, "Big Kit" time refers to this particular extra (1)