When They Come For Me.
This is my 2nd Bleach fanfic. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy.
He couldn't believe how odd it was, five years of it and he was still getting used to waking up on a bed that wasn't his, having to go and deal with the rest of the band members of 'Eternal Soul Eaters' or ESE for short. It didn't matter that he was an albino anymore to society, he had a function, and as long as he had a function, everyone loved him. He'd been labeled 'the hottest guitarist in the world' by over three international magazines because of it.
He rolled out of bed and let out a sigh as he got up, reaching for his sunglasses on the headboard- something that had become routine for him to do when he woke up since childhood. He'd been an angered kid, gotten into a shit load of fights before his father had moved the family to a new country completely, all after ordering his son to never leave the house without his sunglasses.
"Where the- Oi! Renji! Where the fuck did you put my glasses?" Hichigo Sharkskin (Shiro for short) held his hand over his eyes, knowing that the band he was part of would freak if they saw his chimpanzee like eyes: black scalar and gold iris' as if liquid gold on an onyx background.
"Awe… common Shiro! We all wanna see those peepers!" the door opened and the long red haired singer came into the albino's room. "Isn't is kinda odd how you hide behind these things every fucking hour of the day?"
"Ever think there's a reason I cover my eyes? I simply don't like them, end of story." Shiro held out the hand that wasn't covering his eyes for the sunglasses, his ear twitching as he heard the tall red haired teen moving towards him.
White ears flicked from side to side, his long Siberian tiger tail flicking behind him lazily as the red head set Shirosaki's glasses down in his hand. Renji watched as Shiro flicked the glasses on and stood up, looking out through the tinted shades and glaring at the red head.
"How many times do I have to bitch you out about stealing my glasses?" Renji just shrugged his shoulders and spun on his heel.
"As many times as it takes I guess. See you out there. And don't forget about the photo shoot today." Shiro rolled his eyes, how the hell could he forget about something that their manager had been ramming down his throat for the past week. Despite all the gigs and publicity stunts the albino had been doing for the record company and the band, he was still stuck going to all the stupid photo shoots and 'band meetings' basically just sitting around a table arguing about their next appearance.
Shiro walked out of his hotel room and into the large kitchenette deciding to get himself a blueberry scone.
"I made eggs and bacon. Would you at least try it Baka?" Shiro looked over at the youngest member of the band: Karin, a sixteen year old dog hybrid who could play the drums just about as good as Shiro could play the guitar.
"I could, but you know I'd just spit it out. I hate eggs, they suck." he took a small bite of his scone, not wanting a large bite to turn to dough in his mouth.
"Relax Karin, I'm sure he's just moody because Renji was an ass and swiped his glasses again." Grimmjow sat down beside the young dog hybrid: a nineteen year old panther hybrid who could play the Bass guitar like a piano.
"Whatever… like you can keep blaming me for his attitude. The dude was born with it I swear." Renji: a nineteen year old wolf hybrid who was the best singer their side of the equator, huffed as he sat on the other couch, reaching for the remote and growling slightly when Shiro swiped it from him.
"Too slow dog." Shiro smirked at the Wolf Hybrid as he changed the channel to any random channel that'd piss the red head off, taking the remote out onto the balcony with him as he ate his scone.
"Common Shiro! don't hate me and Karin for Renji being an ass again!" Grimmjow let out an exasperated sigh as he let his head flop back against the couch, and his eyes shut, allowing a good view of the blue marks under each eye.
"Why? S'not like you stopped him." Shiro shrugged, knowing that he wanted to toss the remote, but couldn't really because of all the people down below.
"Shirosaki… can I please have the remote back? I don't want to watch the fucking Tele-Tubies." Shiro looked back at Karin and scowled.
"Awe… we're making you swear damn, way to make me feel shitty Karin." Shiro tossed her the black remote and turned back to the bright view of the city he'd grown used to.
"Nah, I swore like a sailor before joining you three. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to get a shower then get ready for the shoot. You'd all do good to follow my example, the last time Shiro and Grimm got into a fight Shinji almost killed you." Shiro just rolled his eyes, as he took another bite of the scone.
"Of course sweetie. Go get your shower, we'll get into our daily fight before we go in that case." Karin got up off the couch with a sigh, knowing she was the only one in the band that didn't have a totally hot head.
The three nineteen year old members of the band all looked at the drummer as a little sister, none of them wanting to see her get into trouble and knowing she'd be able to handle herself if necessary, even though they all made sure that didn't happen. Karin was the type of girl who could kick a guys balls and make it impossible to ever have kids. Nine times out of ten she was the one who broke up the huge fights between the three male members.
"So Shiro… are you actually going to bring a date to the party tonight? Or going to go stag and just dance your legs off again?" Shiro turned around and looked back at the two male members, knowing that they had been wondering since they were fourteen what his 'deal' was.
"I might if I find anyone. You know me, no one hot enough, or their all too chatty and annoying as fuck." Shiro rolled his shoulders as he popped the last piece of scone into his mouth, loving the taste as he walked back into the living room, seeing a pair of cyan blue and hazel eyes looking at him. "What? don't tell me you weren't expecting me to be shallow. I'm also cocky, apparently people like that though, and it's a great image for the band."
"Wow… so this entire time, you've just been thinking about the bands image. And to think Grimm, he took all those drinks to the face for the band. He has such dedication." Renji gave Shiro a wide fake sincere smile and heavy sarcasm before he smirked as Grimmjow burst into laughter holding his gut to stop the pain he was creating.
Shiro rolled his eyes and sneered at the red head, kicking Grimmjow off the couch and seating himself with a wide smirk, glad that he was still the best fighter amongst them- thought it wasn't hard to move the hyena-like Grimmjow off of the couch. The albino grabbed up the TV remote again and started flipping through channels, trying to find something that'd wake him up.
"Why don't you just put in a movie Shiro? Your not going to find a show you like this time of day, nothing with enough gore for you." Shiro turned to the blue haired bassist and shrugged as he flipped to another channel. "Man, your fucking stubborn man… who the hell gave you that stupid stubbornness?"
"Everyone who knows us would say I got it from my father, but I like to think that I developed it on my own." the smirk returned to the albino's face and he tossed the remote down after finding one of those forensic shows. "Besides Grimmy, its not all about the gore. I like mysteries too, but I've seen this episode too many times, the jealous wife did it."
Shiro let out a sigh and got up, deciding to go kick Karin out of the shower so he could get one of his own. The albino only got to the bathroom door and raised his hand to knock before it was flung open and a fully dressed Karin walked out, scowl on her face as she shoved passed him.
"Move it Shiro." he only mocked her as he walked into the bathroom himself ripping his shirt off in the process and started on his belt as the door closed behind him.
Shiro ground his teeth together as he walked into the studio, seeing all the makeup crew members and camera members, a few of the peopled rushing about and getting coffee for others.
"Shiro! Grimmjow! Renji! Karin! How are my wonderful little money-bags doing?" Eternal Soul Eaters all turned their heads towards the loud almost flamboyant sound of their managers voice as he walked forward, arms open as if to hug them, letting his goofy smile drop when every member ducked out of his grasp and Shiro kicked his leg up, hitting the slightly older man in the face.
"Stupid Monkey!" Grimmjow let out a sigh as Shiro kept kicking their manager once he was down, continuing his yelling at the blonde freaky haircut of straight bangs and the rest of his blonde hair cut neatly around his head just under his earlobes. The fuzzy monkey ears at the top of his head and tail behind him a slightly darker blonde then the rest of his hair.
"Shiroooooo… stop kicking me! Please?" Shinji cried up at the albino as Grimmjow let out a sigh, before just heading over to the makeup tables wanting to just get his face covered in goop so he could take photo's and then go home and sleep.
"I hate monkeys!" Shiro gave his manager one last kick before turning towards his vanity and plopping down. He'd never kicked his manager hard enough to do more then just crack a rib, and that was during a serious fight, so Shinji just hopped up with his sly smile in place as he walked towards the four band members. Shinji fixed his suit jacket and walked over to the head photographer, mumbling something in his ear.
"Great! Shiro, come here for a minute when your done with makeup!" Shiro just rolled his eyes as he grabbed a bit of the white Halloween paste and smoothed it over a bruise he'd gotten when he'd walking into his bedroom door the night before.
"Shiro, would you like some-"
"No. go grab me my outfit if you want to help with anything." Shiro set the tube of Halloween paste down and got out of his seat, completely ignoring the small girl who was 'charged' with helping him that day. The studio smelled like sweat, too much perfume, different kinds of hair shampoo and people; a smell Shiro really didn't like.
"What do you want Shinji? Aren't you the one who wants me to do this shoot? Why bother make me come if you weren't going to snap pictures of me?" Shinji just gave Shiro a wry smile as the albino hopped up onto the high stool that was there for the photographer.
"I want to start a new look for the band, this Japan tour is going to be the best chance for that too. But, we want to loose the sunglasses. Its odd, no one likes seeing an icon on stage covering up his eyes, especially someone as-"
"No. forget it. I keep my sunglasses and you forget about it. Call it my own religion if you will. Do you want to start calling me by my first name now too Shinji? Who's fucking idea was this anyhow?" Shiro slid off the tall stool and stuffed his hands into his pockets as he stalked towards the girl who'd been at his vanity, noticing that she was holding an old fashioned Japanese outfit.
"Th-this is for you S-Shiro." the albino took the outfit and stomped into the dressing rooms, seeing Grimmjow and Renji getting into their own outfits. Ichigo watched as Renji pulled a long Hatachi on over his shoulders, Grimmjow doing up his black Obi.
"So, what did Shinji want?"
Shiro looked up with a bit of a glare, knowing that his band mates couldn't see his eyes. "He wanted me to loose the sunglasses. And I told him is wasn't happening." Shiro gripped the bottom edge of his shirt and pulled it up over his head, not wanting to deal with the annoying fabric much longer.
Shiro pulled the white Hakama up and tied the black Obi around at the waist, gritting his teeth together as he grabbed the accompanying shirt and pulled it over his shoulders.
Grimmjow was wearing white Hakama pants, a Black Obi and an open white half jacket with three quarter sleeves. Renji was wearing black Hakama pants and a long Hatachi the sleeves slightly puffy and loose. Shiro was wearing white Hakama pants, and a long white Obi that was tattered at the back a lot like a cape that started at his waist. The three walked out of the dressing room and noticed Karin was standing around waiting, her short black hair tied up behind her, black Hakama pants held up by a white Obi and a black top that came up around her neck in a stylish halter-top that still worked with the overall style of the outfit.
"Shiro! So glad your not taking what I said so-" Shinji was cut off as Shiro's foot connected with his gut. "-literally." Shiro only smirked as Shinji fell flat on his face, clutching his stomach tightly as tears started to well in his eyes.
"Oh, I took it literally you fucking monkey." Shiro gave his manager a sneer as he walked over to the large green sheet that'd been put up and glared at the camera. "Start taking pictures, before I kill my fucking manager."
The man behind the camera hopped up and started angling the camera as the rest of Eternal Soul Eaters walked into the shot space and all looked at Shinji. "Why the hell are we dressed like this anyways Shinji?" Karin was the only one who bothered asking, she was the only one who seemed to care why their manager made them do stuff anymore.
"Its for the Japanese tour cover." Shiro just scoffed as he crossed his arms over his chest, ready to take pictures to get it the hell over with.
"Oi! New camera guy, make sure you get my right side, it's the better one." Shiro smirked as the tall raven haired man looked over at him with a glare.
"Well then, you should probably point your right side to the camera. Jackass." the room went quiet and Shiro just scoffed.
"Of course, anything the almighty photographer wants." Shiro gave the man a bow and smirked as he stood back up again, trying to be less condescending and not succeeding in the slightest. "We better get working… don't get paid if not and all." Grimmjow could only laugh in response as Karin let out a sigh and Renji snorted, knowing they were going to have a rough day with the albino after someone gets under his skin.
A low pounding of a bass, bodies hopping and grinding together, loud yelling and people singing along with the song that was playing. It was Shirosaki's night life, a horrible thing that he hated. The band had to be seen out partying, but due to the last time they'd done just that Shiro had been caught in an alley with a girl- just making out, nothing graphic -and he was told to stay out of the tabloids if he was going to have a relationship like encounter when he'd done it for the fucking tabloids to begin with.
"Hey Shiro! Come dance with us… there's too much pretty face for just one Grimmjow." Shiro looked up at the blue haired bassist and smirked as he got up off of his barstool, knowing he should be heading to the airport so he could get back to his parents house to start and finish packing his stuff.
"Alright! Who wants to dance with an exotic albino instead of a blue kitty?" a few of the girls grabbed onto his arms and shoulders as the two band members meshed back into the crowd of dancing and grinding limbs.
Grimmjow looked over at the albino, grinning like a mad cat as he took his eyes away from Shiro and looked over to Renji, noticing right away that he was looking over two. The two had been betting for four years, wondering what Shiro's 'deal' was and trying to figure the whole thing out: meaning based on that evidence Grimmjow lost- he had the albino down as gay.
Shiro felt the hips in front of his roll harshly and felt like getting sick, he hated the fact that he had to put on a straight act, Shinji had made it clear when he'd told the monkey that he wasn't interested in girls. Apparently being homosexual wasn't on Shinji's list of things the band needed.
Rolling his eyes at the girl in front of him Shiro released her hips and took a step back. "Sorry love, but I gotta go. Got a plane to catch." he noticed the hurt on her face as he turned away, moving back over to the bar to grab his jacket, looking back and scoffing when he noticed she was already dancing all over Grimmjow.
"Are you leaving? Please don't, I don't wanna be stuck here with dumb and dumber." Shiro looked over at Karin and smiled, pity being his only emotion as he looked at the sixteen year old stuck in the bar she was only allowed in because Shinji pulled strings for publicities sake.
"Sorry Karin. But I don't really think my parents would be all that happy with a house guest, given all the shit that's going on." Karin crossed her arms over her chest and slid in front of him, knowing he wouldn't blow her off if she actually took the care to ask the question correctly.
"Will you drive me back to the hotel?" Shiro nod his head several times, taking a step around her as he stuffed his hands into his pockets, knowing she'd follow him out to his car once she had her jacket on and everything in order.
Shiro ignored the paparazzi as he stood outside the club, his hands in his jacket pockets and his mind running through whether or not if he wanted a smoke or not, then he realized that it was another thing Shinji frowned upon in public. "Alright Shiro, I'm ready." Shiro looked down and noticed that Karin had no jacket on, just a light hoodie, pair of black board shorts and a slightly low cut top.
"You've got to be kidding me Karin. God, its pissing rain out." Shiro let out a sigh as he pulled the sleeves of his jacket off, ignoring the whistles and shouts of the crowd as he tugged the heavy coat off and dropped it over her shoulders, waiting for her to slip her small hands through the sleeves.
"Thank you Shiro." Karin's voice was small and almost drown out by the large 'awe' that had lasted at least a minute. Shiro just shrugged and put his arm around her shoulders and started pulling her through the crowd, ready to kick any looser who even tried to put their hands on her.
Shiro would hate to admit it out loud, but he and Karin had a strong understanding of their relationship: they were siblings in every right but blood. Grimmjow and Renji never treated her like she was a girl, in all ways but the fact that they didn't walk in on her in the bathroom. Shiro on the other hand treated her like a princess at most times, only being an ass when he was really tired and always treating her kindly when it really counted. Everyone outside the band thought he was an insensitive asshole to everyone or sweet on her, but he didn't care what everyone outside or even inside thought. Karin knew she was basically his sister and that's all that mattered to the albino.
Shiro unlocked his car, hating the fact that a few paparazzi had followed them to his car. He opened the drivers door before pausing and looking at Karin. "Oi… you wanna drive?" Karin paused before looking up at Shiro, her eyes wide as she studied his face carefully for a moment.
"Are you… for real? Your going to let me drive your million dollar car?"
"Well you've got your learners, don't you?" Karin nodded and Shiro smirked before stepping back form his door and motioning towards it for the raven haired girl. "Well then in that case, your driving for sure. Common, lets get going."
"Here? But, the parking lot is so crowded. What if I-"
"My insurance, my money. I've got a few million to burn, so why not have some fun teaching you to drive while doing it?" Shiro jerked his head for her to come over and he smiled when her face lit up in a bright smile as she skipped over to the drivers side and slid into the seat.
"Thank you Shiro! I love you!" Karin wrapped her arms around the albino's torso in the hotel's underground garage, Shiro smiled and returned the hug.
"Alright Karin. Take care, I'll see you in Japan alright?" Karin nod her head and moved back, same bright smile in place.
"Do you need anything from the hotel room Shiro? Or are you all packed?" Shiro smiled at Karin and nod his head. "Alright then, I'll see you in Japan, I think my mom might want to invite you over for dinner at some point before then, your going to keep your cell phone on, right?" Shiro nod his head again before looking at his car for a moment.
"Alright Karin. I'll be seeing you. Get to bed soon." Shiro smoothed her hair down and kissed her forehead before hopping back into his car with a smirk, speeding out of the garage and towards the airport, to leave his car sitting in one place for months on end until he got back into the country.
"In breaking scandal news we have some footage and clips of the members of Eternal Soul Eaters. After a photo shoot this afternoon they had all gone to the biggest underground club in the city, a place that has gone up in popularity since the bands high rise to international fame.
"This scene was caught on camera just moments after Shiro, nineteen year old lead guitarist had given his jacket to the bands youngest member and drummer Karin, only sixteen years of age." Shiro looked at the TV on the back of the seat in front of him, his show had just ended and the stupid paparazzi news show came on.
Shiro watched in horror through his sunglasses as the scene in front of his car was played out, him with his arm around her shoulders as they walked to his car, then the scene were he allowed Karin to get into the drivers seat of his expensive car.
"Unfortunately, with all the rain here in New York it was far too loud to determine what the two were saying, but we've got another clip that has audio, and some juicy information."
Horror stuck in his bones as he watched the scene in the underground garage, some of the audio missing making it sound like a horribly not real conversation. They made it sound like they were a couple, as in sleeping together kind of couple. The last line they had being Shiro himself saying 'I'll get you to bed soon.' something he would never say to Karin if his life depended on it.
"Those dirty rat bastards! How dare they push this shit on the air! What kind of fucking sense asshole would cut and paste this stupid shit together?" Shiro flinched when a stewardess came up behind his seat and cleared her throat.
"I'm sorry Mr. Shirosaki, but I'm going to have to ask you to remain silent and to no longer swear. Otherwise the air martial's will have to-"
"Alright, alright. Sorry. I'll shut my gob." Shiro crossed his arms over his chest and slumped back down in his seat, setting his headphones into place and turning the volume up.
"The lead guitarist Shiro is supposedly now on a plane into Canada, going to his house which is reportedly somewhere in BC. And we'll be waiting on the ground when he lands, trying as hard as we can to catch the whole story of this improper and completely unholy relationship between a nineteen and sixteen year old. Did he seduce her? Did he promise her something? Whatever is it… we'll cover the story as it unravels." the annoying reporters voice being drown out by one of the bands harsher songs, Shiro's own guitar playing drowning out her voice.
Shiro was pissed, as soon as he got off the plane and got to his luggage he was bombarded by assholes asking him why he'd statutorily raped Karin. Shiro was doing the best he could to keep silent as he walked, pushing passed reporters to get to the car he'd left there in Vancouver International Airport, ready to just drive for hours to get away from the stupid reporters.
The really fast beat of Carameldansen started playing and Shiro smirked as he pulled his phone out. "Hello Shinji. Let me guess… the news?"
"What the hell Shiro! Do you have any idea how bad this looks! What the hell did you say to Karin last night?"
"Nothing Shinji… give me half an hour and I'll have it all figured out. don't let Karin talk to the media until you see the news." Shiro closed his phone and stopped in his tracks, hearing all the questions about his side of the conversation he'd just had.
"Alright everyone! Shut your traps and those of you who aren't from CTV and Fox news, screw off!" the large crowd of reporters all thinned and Shiro let out a sigh, turning to the camera that was directly in front of his face and giving his hardest poker face.
"My name is Hichigo Shirosaki, I am nineteen years old and the only guitarist of the Underground-Punk band Eternal Soul Eaters. Now I'm not stupid, I know what your all wondering: did I sleep with the drummer of Eternal Soul Eaters a sixteen year old Karin Kurosuchi. This did no happen, in no way has our relationship been anything more then supplementary siblings. Last night I allowed Karin to drive my car, yes, when we got back to the hotel she gave me a hug for allowing her to drive with only a learners permit, I told her I'd see her in Japan and that SHE SHOULD GOT TO BED SOON. I'm stressing this sentence because it was taken and reworded last night on national and international television. Once again, it is not true. Thank you all for taking time out of your busy days to look into such a scandal involving Karin, I appreciate the concern from all of you… but the scandal simply doesn't exist to investigate. Thank you, and have a nice day, all of you."
Shiro gave a smile to the group of people and pulled the handle to his car door open, surprised that everyone was still just standing there as if shocked.
He turned his car on and slowly back up out of the parking spot, making sure not to hit anyone or anything before speeding out of the parking lot. With a smirk Shiro set his Bluetooth into his ear, pressing the button and letting out a bit of a sigh. "Call Fucking Monkey." his phone let off a beep before it repeated his request 'Calling Fucking Monkey now.'
A smirk crossed the albino's face as Shinji picked up on the other end. "Shiro! What did you do? What are you going to do? Why aren't you telling me anything? I've had Karin's parents on the phone here with me for- shit man! Your on TV! What the hell did you say?"
"Nothing that they had time to edit. Get Karin's parents to watch it, and it should smooth everything over. Now I'm kinda using my Bluetooth, and I hate it, so I'm going to let you go for right now, I'll call you back when I next feel like it. Bye monkey." Shiro hung up and took his ear piece out, setting both his hands back onto the wheel and turning his radio on as he drove towards the highway, getting a whole two hours of rush-hour traffic to contemplate where he was going to move to once he got into Japan, planning on making it his primary home once again.
Shiro just wanted to be home, and to him, home wasn't anything if it wasn't in Japan. He had an appointment in an apartment building the week before the rest of the band was supposed to be there, and Shiro wanted to find one of his old friends by then; Ichigo was a name he hadn't heard in so long, and he'd been dying to hear the name and see the face.
Shiro could remember the first time they'd met, he was in the middle of a group of kids- none of them more then five years old, all kicking him and yelling that he was a freak, and that his eyes were scary. Shiro had never cared what they said before, but the simple fact that it had happened got him scared. Ichigo came out of no where, some sort or fucking hero complex that Shiro assumed was built into the kid after their fifth fight.
Ichigo's parents were French and he'd moved when he was five, meeting Shiro at that age in their first fight together. Shiro could remember all of their conversations, they'd been best friends until they were thirteen and Shiro was ripped away from Japan and all of its lights and bustle. He was thrust into a small town in Canada, no one there understood him for the first year, and the only reason he got a recording contract at first was because he didn't have to speak or talk to play the guitar.
Shiro could remember all the little details of Ichigo when he'd gone over to his house, the double cheek kisses he'd never been given before- both of Shiro's parents only together because it was beneficial to both family businesses -claiming every time he asked that he was the product of a low quality condom. Ichigo was such an affectionate kind person, and Shiro could remember all those times he and Ichigo had been curious, about anything and close to everything. Ichigo had always been there for the albino and Shiro had always been there for the tiger hybrid.
The car started to slow as it pulled off the highway, the small town rarely seeing a car so extravagant. Chilliwack: a small corn filled town in the Frazer Valley, it had a lake, it had a river, and it's biggest shopping center was a Wal-Mart. Shiro hated the little town and always wanted an out, he didn't like the fact that he had to go to school there for a year before he was basically drafted by the record company, having to finish the rest of his high schooling online.
Driving down Vedder was a horrible experience, heads turned and 'big shots' sneered when they noticed his ghostly white face hidden under the top of his black convertible. "Stupid fucking parents… such a small town, I hate it." Shiro got to Promontory Road and turned left, heading for the large hill that lead to his parents large house.
Everything was huge, the stairs, the door, the entire front side of the house was basically windows. Shiro stopped his car just outside the door and got out, grabbing his bag and walking up to the front door and rifling around in his pocket for the house keys. With a scowl Shiro grabbed the keys and stuffed them into the lock, turning them and tumbling into the house with a sigh.
"Hello? Who's there?"
"Its me Mom!" Shiro dropped his bag and stood up straight, hearing his back crack a few times as he allowed his tail to stretch all the way.
"Oh… what are you doing back now? I thought you were going on tour in Japan." Shiro nodded as he walked into the house, following his mothers voice, headed for the living room.
"We get a month off before the tour, I'm taking that month to move out. didn't you get my email?" Shiro paused in the entranceway when he noticed both his parents were there instead of just his mother.
Dark chocolate colored skin and face framed by light blonde hair that was cut in a shorter fashion, her two blonde colored rabbit ears perked only enough to hear well, blonde eyelashes framed ice blue eyes as Shiro's mother: Harribel looked up from her laptop.
Silken brown hair pulled back in a wave, allowing a single curl to fall in front of a pale face with deep brown eyes, his large cone shaped ossolot ears forward, always wearing the same fashioned white coat as he typed away at his laptop, not bothering to look up was Shiro's father: Aizen.
"Yes I got it… I just didn't think to pass the message along to your mother, should I have?" Aizen's voice droning as if he was only half there.
"No… you didn't have to. Nice seeing you both again, I'm going upstairs to pack." Shiro turned to leave and froze when he heard his father clear his throat.
"What was that on the news last night Shiro? Are you trying to kill my good family name?"
"Of course not. It was a doctored video and a fake situation. Should have seen my statement this morning." Shiro stuffed his hands into his pockets and turned towards the stairs noticing Ulquiorra: his fathers favorite person: basically Shiro himself but with better eyes and some color to his reflection.
"Hello Shiro. Welcome home."
"Sure. Whatever." Shiro dashed up the stairs to his room faster then he would have on a normal day, hating the fact that the house wasn't empty for once. With a growl Shiro turned his radio on and made it go as loud as his sensitive hearing could stand, not caring if everyone downstairs cared or not.
Too much time passed before a hand was placed on Shiro's shoulder. Out of reflex from so many years of being beaten up Shiro flipped around and grabbed the hand, twisting it before it was pulled from his grasp and a hand was placed on his other shoulder, trying to pull him forward onto a knee, unfortunately trying to move Shiro was akin to trying to move a rock at that moment.
"Sorry Ulqui… but you cant beat me up like you could in grade school anymore. What the hell do you want?"
"To inform you that we're all going out. Your father has something he wants to show me and you mother so-"
"Whatever. Just leave, do you really think I give a fuck?" Ulquiorra shrugged and just left the room, not bothering to close the door behind him as he left. Shiro turned his music off, wanting to hear when the separate cars drove off of the property so he could get down to packing everything more quickly so he could be gone before they got back.
A hoodie clad teenage boy hopped up the large front steps to the house he never thought he'd see. It took him so much effort to only get as far as he was, he didn't even know how much further he had to go before he found who he was looking for. Asking around the town hadn't even helped, everyone just said 'the devil lives on the hill' making the teen more confused then not. But there was a car in the drive way, so he was determined to at least ask the residence of the house.
With his heart racing like crazy the teen raised his hand high and knocked ten times on the door, making sure it was the same knocking pattern he used as a child in Japan.
Shiro looked up from a box of clothes at the constant knocking, the pattern slightly familiar as he stood up straight and head for the front door, about ready to yell out that he was coming when it stopped. He grabbed his sunglasses from the front of his shirt and put them on as he got to the bottom of the stairs.
A pale white hand gripped the inside door handle and Shiro pulled the thick wooden door open with a bit of a scowl, wondering who the hell would be all the way on the top of the hill.
The door flung open and both sides stopped, the hoodie had come down to reveal a head of bright orange hair with two relatively small tiger ears sticking out of the messed up array of spikes. Shiro followed the hair down to two bright almost chocolate colored eyes, wide and shocked. Shiro quickly skimmed over the rest of the body in front of him, red hoodie zipped up half way to reveal the top of an Eternal Soul Eaters band T-shirt. Black skinny jeans with one whole in the right knee and a pair of black converse that looked soaked.
"Uh, hi… Hichigo Shirosaki, right?" Shiro nod his head as he looked back up at the face, seeing how similar the other looked to him, as if an image in a mirror was painted with colors. "Oh, well… you might not remember me but I'm Ichigo Kurosaki. We were classmates back in Karakura Town… in Japan. Do you-"
"Remember you? Yeah. Uh, what-what are you doing here? I thought you were going to be a doctor, doesn't that kinda mean school right now." Shiro moved aside and motioned for Ichigo to come in, he knew his parents wouldn't like that if they found out, but he didn't give a shit about them and was ready to piss them both off.
"Oh… well, that was much easier then I thought it'd be. I hope this doesn't seem odd Shiro, but I really just wanted to see how you were doing. I've tried to get in touch with you after a few concerts, but I've kinda been trying to find you for the last year and a half. I know this sounds stupid… but I just really need to talk to you." Shiro stopped walking up the stairs, turning back and noticing that Ichigo's eyes were watering.
"Ichigo… what's wrong? You never usually-"
"Something… happened. None of my friends back in Japan, none of them knew, Shiro. They're gone. M-my parents, and my-my sister. I'm sorry, I know I sound like a child… but I need my best friend, I have for a year." Shiro froze for a moment, not knowing how to deal with the situation as Ichigo started tearing up. "I-I know that since you got famous your not the same person you once were, especially when we were kids but-" Ichigo was cut off as arms were wrapped around his shoulders.
"I'm sorry… I sent letters, god, my stupid father must have burned them or thrown them out. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you Ichigo." Shiro could feel as Ichigo started to tremble in his grasp.
"God.. I'm such a fuck up. When I decided to find you, I told myself that I was going to kick the fucking sense back into you. And now just seeing you I'm blubbering like a stupid child. Fuck I'm stupid, I'm sorry Shiro, I'm so, so sorry." Shiro let out a sigh as he released the hug from the orange haired teen.
"Common, lets go up to my room and talk a bit, alright?" Ichigo nod his head and followed Shiro up the rest of the stairs, holding the albino's long sleeved shirt sleeve.
AN: hello everyone, and welcome to my second Bleach fanfic! I know that the plot isn't really established right now, but I hope its good.
Shiro: I love how you made it all about me… cal me concited, but I think you like me more then Gaara and Shikamaru almost Eli.
Me: No. my favorite characters are (in this order)
1 Gaara (Naruto)
2 Axel (Kingdom Hearts)
3 Shikamaru (Naruto)
4 Toshiro (Bleach)
5 Demyx & Roxas (Kingdom Hearts)
6 Grimmjow (Bleach) [no pun intended with the number, I didn't realize until right now ^^]
7 Shirosaki (Bleach)
8 Starrk (Bleach)
Shiro: Owie! You hurt me Eli! Why are you so mean to me? Number 7! I'm after Grimmjow? And Toshiro! That stupid snow fairy?
Me: can we get back on topic please?"
Shiro: No! no we cannot! You've hurt me and-
ME: Grimmjow! Can you make him go away please? I'm trying to write an authors note here! *Grimmjow takes Shiro away kicking and screaming* thank you Grimm-kitty.
Gaara: please read and review. Or else Elizabeth will find something else to take away from me… and I'll probably cry. Harsh for her favorite if you think about it.