• Ana
  • Sky: Mall Rats
  • Gal: Unnatural Baked Goods
  • Shini: Effervescent Bubbles
• Nisha
  • Mods: Errand Boy
• Kia
  • Sky: Adaro + Il Forte
  • Gal: Ishida + Orihime
  • Shini: Kuukaku + Mayuri

Title: Untitled.
Dedication: Sky
Characters: Adaro, Il Forte
Prompt: lotion

He’d considered it a good idea at the time.  After all, sunscreen was meant to protect one’s skin from the sun, but why bother only applying it to the skin?  It would just get washed off, and then you’d have to apply it again, and then perhaps someone would throw sand on you, so you’d have to wash yourself off AGAIN, and then reapply the lotion, and you could have used the whole bottle in the entirety of two hours—if you were lucky.

No, Il Forte couldn’t possibly let his fragile, pale skin face the wrath of the sun and let it become red and blistered and atrocious!  It was why he had been forced to take drastic measures and let his intelligence direct his actions—so he had ingested the lotion instead, and even imparted this wisdom to the naïve Ulquiorra, who had bravely taken a few sips of the precious, skin-defending drink.

If only he had known what havoc it would wreak on his innards, and of all the times for it to kick in, it had to be…

As he knelt at his mistress’ feet and vomited bile and sunscreen onto her sandals.

Dammit.

Even as the other arrancar gaped in horror, Il Forte found he couldn’t stop himself form choking up the contents of his abused stomach.  He also couldn’t bring himself to meet the eyes of the most esteemed Adaro-sama, who was probably going to behead him for his insolence and for daring to ruin her favorite pair of sandals.

“Il Forte.”

He cringed, knowing his punishment was coming and that he could do nothing to avoid it.

“… Yes, Adaro-sama.”

Then he felt it.  Cool hands resting on his flaming face, brushing his long hair behind his ears.  A soft touch… almost motherly.

“You are not well, are you?  What ails you?”

“The sunscreen seems to have upset his stomach,” Ulquiorra said tonelessly, before the other could come up with an intelligible reply.

“Ah.”  The hands paused, then reached under his chin to lift his head up.  Her crimson eyes revealed nothing, except a faint glint of… was that AMUSEMENT?

“Go lie down, Il Forte.  It will pass eventually.”

“Yes, Adaro-sama.”  Still wobbly, he rose and bowed shakily to her, forcing himself to breathe through his nose as another wave of nausea swept through him.

“And then clean my geta when you feel less nauseous.”

“… Yes, Adaro-sama.”

He left the room, seeking out a dark, quiet corner in which to rest.  It was still astounding that he had managed to survive his beloved leader’s wrath for sullying her appearance like that, but she had FORGIVEN him.  And how could those idiotic shinigami call her cruel and harsh?  She was fierce, and she was unwavering in her will, but she still cared for her elite.  That was what those fools couldn’t understand… they couldn’t hope to understand why the arrancar had such loyalty for Adaro, nor would they, because he would kill them all for disrespecting her.