Outbreak
By: Hitokiri Musei
Rated: T
Summary: Sequel to Finding You. Aizen is dead, the war is over… at least, that's what they thought. Something is infecting the Soul Society, and when it starts attacking their family, the twins once again try to find the source, leading them back to Las Noches and at the same time bringing them closer to each other.
Warnings: THIS IS TWINCEST! Since Finding You never went fully into the Twincest thing, this one will. I must admit, I was loathe to leave my twins, and so "Outbreak" was born. This is post mpreg, as well as IchiHitsu.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, but I do own the twins, Kurosaki Yoru and Sora, as well as the character of Sora Kitsune.
Chapter 1
Relief flowed through everyone as the oppressive reiatsu faded, and then Espada began to fall. The war was finally over after so long, and now everyone could rest, life could get back to normal.
Down below the castle of Las Noches, a group of men and women moved out of the room that had once belonged to Szayel Aporro Graz, the Eighth Espada. The room was destroyed now, and the form of Szayel was crumpled in the corner, broken and dead. As the group moved towards the doorway someone hung back, looking around with a confused look. Shaking his head, the man started after his companions.
No one noticed the smoking vial that had broken on the floor.
Kurosaki Yoru, age 19, woke with a start, sitting up straight in bed, panting and sweating. He rubbed a hand over his forehead, moving the dark orange strands away from his skin. What a dream…
A hand rubbed over his bare back, and then a form sat up beside him. "Yoru? Are you okay?"
Yoru turned dark teal eyes to meet identical orbs, his face softening slightly. "Yea, I'm fine. Just a dream."
Kurosaki Sora smiled slightly, his fingers trailing lightly down his twin's spine. "Are you sure? It's been a while since I've seen you this shaky."
"I'm fine." Yoru said firmly, turning to put a hand on Sora's shoulder. "Like I said, just a dream. It's nothing that I can't handle. Now come on, let's get some more sleep. It's still dark out."
Sora nodded, settling down on their shared futon. Yoru lay on his back, and Sora settled against him, resting his cheek on his brother's shoulder and sighing, closing his eyes. This was the kind of contact that they had missed in the time that they had been away from home, hunting for their parents.
They had shared a futon all their lives, and so this was nothing new to them. Sora smiled slightly, rubbing his cheek against Yoru's collarbone. The elder twin brushed a hand over the younger's hair, closing his eyes and relaxing. He felt so much safer here in their own home, warm in their futon together.
Yoru could feel the comforting reiatsu of their parents in the room down the hall, and he relaxed further, his mind starting to slip into sleep.
Things were back to normal, even now, nearly three weeks after the defeat of Aizen. All of the excitement had begun to settle, and now the twins were settling into their life without the fear of the war, for the first time in their lives.
The twins sighed in synch, and then let sleep take them.
Click!
Yoru dusted off his hands, a grin on his face as he started to calm his breathing. Kogasu purred faintly in his mind, the tiger pleased with himself and his young master. Yoru could also feel the cool appreciation of Koorimasu as the tigress purred softly. The teen turned his eyes to his brother's, smiling at his twin.
Sora stretched, pulling the kinks out of his body. "Good spar, Yoru."
The elder grinned. "Of course. Any spar with me is a good one." He glanced off the arena, looking to where the rest of the squads were working. "Do you think Dad is ready to get everyone back together? It's almost time for training for today to be over."
Sora shrugged, moving to his brother's side to fall into step beside him. The two of them made their way to the edge of the training grounds, searching for the orange hair of their father as they moved. They spotted him not far off the grounds, his arms folded over his chest and Zangetsu thrust into the ground beside him. His white haori was damp with sweat; it was obvious that he had been working out just like the rest of them. He appeared to be in a deep conversation with Kitsune, his fierce fukutaichou.
The twins frowned as one, moving forward towards their father and adoptive aunt. Ichigo's eyes moved to them as they stopped beside him, and then he sighed, running a hand over his orange hair. "Hey boys."
Sora's face was concerned as he watched his father's eyes. "Dad, what's going on?"
Kit frowned, her green eyes flashing to Ichigo before she looked back to the twins. "It's nothing you boys should be worried about. Now, I heard that your Papa was looking to get some help today with something in his squad. I'm sure that he would appreciate you two helping him out."
Yoru instantly chomped on the comment. "Right, I remember him saying that! Something about whipping some of his greenhorns into shape! Come on, Sora, let's go! It's about time we got a good workout, other than just sparring each other!"
The younger followed his brother, but as they left he looked back to their father, he felt a bit of worry flood through him. Ichigo looked worried.
Sora shook his head slightly, turning his eyes back towards the 10th division compound.
It's probably nothing…
Sora felt more and more worried. They hadn't found their Papa at the compound, instead being turned away by Matsumoto's somber cornflower blue eyes. Yoru was starting to get uncomfortable as well, and Sora snuck a hand into his, squeezing his fingers in an attempt to calm him down.
When they went back to their house between the two compounds they instantly felt the reiatsu of their parents inside. Sora moved a little faster than his brother, his dark teal eyes searching for his Papa's as they entered the main room.
"Papa?" Sora asked softly as he saw the concern on the small man's face.
Kurosaki Toshiro frowned, meeting his son's eyes briefly before looking away. Yoru copied his Papa's frown, taking a step forward. "Dad, Papa, what's going on? How come everyone is so quiet today?"
Ichigo sighed faintly, running a hand through his orange hair before starting to shrug out of his white haori, hanging it on the wall where Toshiro's was already hanging. "Do you boys remember Riku, from our squad?"
Sora nodded. "Yea, we really liked him." Riku had been a man in the second squad in division 9; he had trained with the twins when they were younger, and had been one of their prime subordinates once they had become seats 3 and 4.
"He…" Ichigo paused. "He passed away earlier today."
Yoru blinked in shock. "Riku… he was just sick. You said that he would just be away for a while."
Ichigo nodded. "That's what I thought. Unfortunately Unohana came to me earlier today and informed me that he lost most of the control of his body and suffocated because he couldn't work his lungs."
Sora looked down, sadness flowing through him. "Wow… I never expected that…"
"So that's why everyone is so down today…" Yoru murmured.
Toshiro shook his head. "No, that's not exactly it."
Sora's eyebrows moved together. "Papa…"
"The rest of squad 2 has come down with a similar sickness. Two of them are expected to not last through the night. Three others from squad 6 have started to show symptoms, and one more from squad 3 has complained of weakness and not feeling well." Ichigo said grimly, his chocolate eyes somber.
A moment later Sora caught on. "An epidemic?"
Toshiro nodded. "Unohana has isolated everyone showing symptoms."
"All of them…" Sora murmured. "All of them were the ones who went to Las Noches during the final attack."
"Exactly." Ichigo said. "Which means that this is something they picked up there, meaning we have no idea what it is, or how to cure it. And it's spreading fast."
Sora and Yoru spoke as one. "Shit."
Just to warn you guys, this story won't go nearly as fast as Finding You did. There are only two chapters written, so updates may be few and far between. I'm posting this now so you guys know it is here, and to give you a bit of a treat, but just a warning...
