"How long are we planning on going about this?"

"The babysitting or this?"

"What do you think I'm talking about?"

He gave a dry chuckle at her sarcasm. It was fun to see her pumped about anything. Starrk's long fingers were weaved into her hair, watching her with a lazy grin.

"Since when have you been this mean, Yumi? I happen to enjoy our little… meetings," Her teal eyes seemed to pierce into his brown ones, yet she continued her administrations. He couldn't help but follow her swollen pink lips as they traveled up and down.

"What are you a dog in heat? Slow down or you'll spill the juice all over the bed." She pulled up, scowling.

"Well 'Supreme Ruler of the World' it would be a lot easier if someone wasn't pulling on my hair!" A raise of an eyebrow was all she received from said "Supreme Ruler of the World."

"All bark, no bite,"

"Wanna try me?"

Starrk gave a hearty laugh at Yumi's serious tone. He released his grip from her hair allowed the soft, white strands to flow through the space between his fingers and back into his lap. He brought his hand to her eyelevel displaying his "battle wounds" (A/N Biting the Hand that Feeds XD.)

"I've felt your bite already,"

She gave a small shrug. Starrk couldn't help staring down at her; the way her hair pooled around her head, making it seem as though she had a white halo. Her eyes were half lidded, as she continued to suck, making small slurping noises. She continued to lick the juices as they spilled from her mouth and onto her fingers.

"Get up,"

Yumi gave a shit-eating grin, bringing her fingers to her mouth and licked slowly on each digit, dragging her tongue lazily from the base to the tip.

"Am I bothering you Starrk? If something is bothering you feel free to tell me," Her grin spread even wider, "That's what friends are for right?"

He scoffed at her bold attitude and began to get up anyway, giving her the glare down when her hand brushed against his crouch.

"Someone's excited," Yumi stated plainly as she licked on her Popsicle. "What are you, a hormone crazed teenager? Getting turned on from watching me eat a popsicle," Scuffing she turned her back to him stretching upward letting the blanket that was wrapped around her bare chest fall onto the bed. Starrk watching her display of feline-like laziness with a faint smile on his lips.

Yumi arched her back in her signature tigress fashion, Starrk still gazing on. His eyes locked onto the scar painted to her back. The large pinkish 'X' stood out on her tan skin. His gut clenched and anger jolted through him.

It had been a little over a month since she had been put under his care and received that ghastly scar, courtesy of Lord Aizen himself. She had back talked, disrespected, and all together insulted Lord Aizen resulting in seemingly permanent incarceration along with a physical reminder to behave herself. Shaking his head, Starrk proceeded into the bathroom to freshen up and get rid of the tent in his pants.

"Is that all you got Aizen?"

It never ceased to amaze Yumi how such little comments could set people off. Now here she was in Aizen's "lair" standing before his huge- ass chair fiddling with her long hair. It was pulled over her shoulder, the braid finally ending a few inches above her belly button. It was amazing how soft it was… she stared at the strands, her mind only focusing on that, and that alone.

"Na Yu, it'd be best if ya paid attention,"

She didn't even bother responding other than a small grunt.

Gin's ever-present grin seemed to falter for a moment as she ignored him. Aizen, on the other hand, was furious. His lack of a smirk was a tell-tale sign of such loathing for the white haired vixen. Gin often found himself caring for the girl more than he should. It was always guaranteed for him to have a few laughs when he was teasing the tigress, but in times like this he often found himself worried for her own skin.

He had a right to be worried considering how angry Lord Aizen was.

"Yumi, why are you so disobedient? I have provided you with all the best in this second life: a home, a family, even your sister. Why is it that you so blatantly refuse to follow my leadership?" Aizen glared at the girl, watching as she stiffened when he mentioned Zen.

"I don't believe you are fit to lead us, Aizen,"

Gin winced at the lack of honorific. Yet, a smirk fell into place on Aizen's face. Whether it was mocking or amusement, Yumi didn't know to this day.

"Oh? And what are your 'qualifications' for an ideal leader?" He used air quotes around qualification to emphasize the point. Yumi was losing her composure. Sure she hated this man and thought he was a joke, but Aizen had been right about allowing her into this little family. She had been brought in naked like all the others, and then clothed in Lord Aizen's 'good will.' She had been allowed to stay as long as she served him loyally and did not disobey.

That had lasted maybe three months.

Zen showed up about a year after joining up in Aizen's little gang. He had given her two of the same conditions and added another one to the ever-growing list of rules: fight when given the chance. Seemed strange at the time, yet once again she didn't question it.

Not being curious had been her down fall… or maybe it was the other way around; maybe because she had not been too curious when it came to Aizen. The truth of the matter was ignorance is bliss and she had chosen to completely disregard any ignorance in the situation; because of this investigative attitude, Yumi had seen with her own to teal eyes what this man was up to, resulting in her completely and utterly hating his guts.

"A strong leader wouldn't feed his people false securities and man up to what was going on in his kingdom," Spitting the words out of her lips, she watched as Aizen's grin grew wider. "A strong leader would tell them what was going to happen to them if we lost this war," her anger was boiling over as he kept that stupid grin on his face, "A strong leader wouldn't let his disciples do all the dirty work!"

She hated him and everything here. Finally she snapped and as the final statement left her lips.

"A LEADER WOULD GET THE FUCK OFF HIS THRONE AND HELP HIS PEOPLE LIKE HE GODDAMN SHOULD, NOT SMIRK HIS ASS OFF WHEN SOMEONE TRIED TO MAKE A POINT OF THE SHITTY JOB HE'S DOING!"

She saw the blood before she felt the sting of his blade.

Yumi watched as her hair feel from its' long braid. It had been cut from the rest and the end was stained a dark red. She had about a millisecond to think about that before she felt the next blow.

Her shriek of pain echoed through the room.

"You are being an arrogant child. This is your punishment, Yumi."

She was on probation, as Gin put it. Her ears were now adorned with various spirit energy repressing earrings. Seeing Zen was no longer an option.

According to Gin, Zen had flipped out after hearing what had happened to her sister. Zen wasn't usually a fighter, in fact, when given the choice between fighting or solving things peacefully, Zen would more than gladly set down her sword.

The ebony haired girl had stormed into the room where they were treating her wounds and basically had a mental breakdown. Zen had taken one look at her, and then released her sword. Gin had stopped her before she had done anything hasty. It was so unlike Zen to act so seriously, especially toward anything involving her older sister.

And she hadn't seen Zen since.

As a part of her punishment, Yumi had turned over Nieve Tigre, her precious zanpaktu. She could still hear the snow tiger giving her all kinds of lectures for acting so idiotically in front of her superiors. The beautiful white feline had pulled Yumi into her inner world and beaten the shit out of her, just because of her recklessness.

Being babysat was annoying. The man assigned to watch her was the primera Espada and was perhaps the laziest person she had ever met in her life. His name was Coyote Starrk, and he was too good looking for his own good.

Yumi had to give the man some credit; he used his looks and authority to his advantage. She had been demoted from arrancar, to personal maid for Starrk and his little groupie Lilinette. She was now being babysat by the most annoying man she had ever met.

"Yumi, get me something to eat,"

"Yeah big boobs get us some food!"

This is going to be a long probation.

Okay guys, been awhile ne? I am renaming this... literature. There are two name which are under consideration:

Tiger Bites

or

YOUR IDEAS!

Yes it is true... No shitting. You tell me what AMAZING names you come up for this story and alas, it may be!

Review bro.

Just do it.