Alrighty then, so this is my first fanfic like ever, so I thought I would right one for my number one OTP ever. I dunno what to say but I hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: As much as I would love to, I don't own Bleach. The characters belong to Tite Kubo so make sure to give the man your respect.
Warnings: Probably some real OOCness. Not sure, wanna keep the characters true to the boo but the way this is going they won't be fully themselves. M+ fo sho! Smexy times won't come till like later though. If ya don't like Boy on Boy love then do me a favor and don't read this then send me a message about how disgusting I am. Cause I already know that. I don't need some asshole who doesn't know how to read telling me that. Much profanity and violence. ahead. And definitely some Angst and possible deaths, maybe, Not sure whose though... This story calls for it. I think that's it for now
Do enjoy
"I'm so sorry…It's all my fault. I'm so sorry…. Mom"
He whisks his eyes open. Sweating, the boy lifts up his hands with the intention of wiping it away, but instead lays his hands above his eyes, terminating the bright light that had made its way into his room through the windows that was beside him. I haven't had that dream in a while…. He thought to himself.
It's been quite a while since he dreamt that dream. No…. that nightmare. The last time being when his older twin brother was almost put in the hospital because of a car crash. His dumbass decided to walk home by himself when he was shit-face drunk and crossed the street when he wasn't supposed to. Thank the lord he was born an albino or the driver wouldn't have seen him right away with his headlights on high. He couldn't think straight. He was afraid his brother would leave his life. He couldn't handle that. He had two younger sisters who were also twins, and his goat face of a father was fortunately still around. Nevertheless, he was closest to his brother. His best friends Shinji and Renji being the only exception. They are the only ones that could keep him sane. Especially since, he was the last person who watched his mother breath her last breath…
The boy let out a shaky sigh. "I should probably get ready before- "
"ICHIGO!," His older brother yells cutting off his thought. He made his way over and jumped onto his lap, straddling Ichigo. The younger twin grunted.
"Shiro…...You're heavy. Did you gain weight again?"
"What d'ya say?! I'll have ya know; I've been workin' out every day for the past 3 weeks ya piece a-," Shiro cried grabbing Ichigos wrist but stopped when he saw the expression Ichigo was wearing. That of sadness and distraught.
Shiro stared at Ichigo, knowing why his face bored that expression. He would comfort him with words but knew that Ichigo wouldn't have wanted that. So instead, Shiro just laid down and put his head on his chest. Ichigo wrapped his arms around Shiro and they laid there quietly.
Ten or twenty minutes pass in silence with Ichigo embracing Shiro. His hands slowly moves up to his face to wipe away the tears he didn't even know have formed there. Shiro leans up and stares down at his younger twin brother waiting for him to talk.
"So…...To what do I owe the pleasure of you bombarding me this fine Friday afternoon? You know I stayed up pretty late working on homework. You weren't supposed to bother me until after three," Ichigo started in a deadpanned voice.
"Eh…. Uh…Well….," Shiro stuttered. He should have known Ichigo would be pissed. After all he did pull a massive all-nighter last night. And he gets really grumpy when someone wakes him up before a certain time. He might have woken himself up, but he refuses to have human contact before a certain time, depending what day of the week it is. And Shiro knows this very well.
"Well…... Okay! So!" Shiro started as he clapped his hands together in joy. "There's this really huge party goin' on tonight and I know how stressed ya been wit' yer finals! So I thought maybe we can go an' unwind a bit!"
Ichigo stared at his older brother by three minutes and 27 seconds as if he grew a second head. A party? Did he really just say that he wanted him to go to a party? Shiro knows that he hates crowds. Especially those with egotistical, self-centered, rich, pampered assholes who think they are too good to even walk the planet. How he wished his school wasn't filed with them.
Ichigo leaned up in bed, facing his brother, staring straight into his eyes. Shiro stared back knowing his brother was trying to scare him. It wouldn't work this time because he really wanted to go to that party. And if he had to drag him along them so be it.
"Come on berry-tan! It'll be a stress reliever! Ya need this an ya know it! This is the last week of school and I know ya finished yer finals so ya don't have any excuse ta say no," Shiro pouted.
Ichigo just looked at Shiro with an irked expression. He was right. And it annoyed him that he was right. Ichigo finished all his work before it was a due next week Thursday. So he was free like all the fish in the sea. Curse his need to be done before the actual due date. If he had known that Shiro was going to bring this up, he would have left some work to do over the weekend.
"Shinji's going and I'm pretty sure Rukia and Renji'll be there. So ya won't really be alone 'cause you'll have ya friends there with ya! And of course ya would have me! This is going ta be the biggest end a the semester party before summer vacation starts and I know you haven't really been the social type, so don't you want to go out with a bang?"
"Who invited who? Rukia and Renji don't usually hangout with other upperclassmen except for that Kensei guy," Ichigo said pushing Shiro out the way so that he can get up and stretch.
"Actually, Rukia was the one ta get invited. 'Parently one of da guys has it in for her, even though they know she's in a relationship. She said she'll go if she could invite some friends. So here we are. She also said it'll be a good way to unwind from finals," Shiro explained. He sat at the edge of the bed and looked at Ichigo as he made his way to the closet.
"A final I know she hasn't even started yet…," Ichigo whispered underneath his breath. "Well… You already know my answer so there is no point in you still trying, right?"
"Oh come on! Ya know I won't go less ya do too! I already promised ya'd be there!" Shiro yelled as he fell back and wailed his arms and legs around.
Ichigo grabbed a pair of washed up black jeans and a dark blue wife beater and walked to his chair to grab his towel. "Well then that changes everything, huh?" The younger brother breathed out in a sarcastic tone.
"No need ta be a jerk, berry-tan," Shiro pouted sitting at the edge of the bed once again. He leaned forward and held his head with his hands as he continued to watch his brother with his golden eyes.
"You know I'm not a party person so why would you go and promise them I'll be there?" Ichigo asked calmly, turning back to his brother who looked defeated and stared up at him with puppy eyes.
Dammit.
Ichigo has seen that look many times in his 21 years of living. Whenever Shiro wanted something to be done, or he wanted to do something that Ichigo wanted no part of he would do that look. Those damn puppy eyes have been the cause to many of the bad situations they have been lucky to be a part of. From bar fights, to college fights, to any fight overall because Shiro couldn't keep his fist to himself. He always had to start something knowing that if he was in trouble, Ichigo would help him no questions asked. But in the end they would have a blast. And Ichigo can vouch for that. But the ginger refused to let those eyes control him. He should leave before he says something, but unfortunately Shiro's eyes has him rooted to the floor.
"Cause ya haven't seen ya friends in a long time an I thought I could help ya unwind a bit so ya can catch up with 'em. Sorry for caring bout ya… I didn't mean ta be a bother fer ya…," Shiro said standing up. He dragged himself towards the door. He ruffled Ichigos orange locks before trudging sadly towards the door.
Ichigo was the toughest guy Shiro knew next to himself. But he had a small weakness that will be the end of him one day. When it comes to family and friends it's really hard for him to say no. If he had work to do, then he would have gladly said no and kept it. Not caring that Shiro was sad. But today is one of those days. The day where he can't even come up with an excuse because they both know he would have spent the day lazing about and sleeping. And Shiro doesn't want to do that. He wants to go out and party. And he'll be damned if Ichigo holds him back.
"I'll just leave ya alone. I'll be in ma room being bored an shit since I have nothin' ta do now," Shiro spoke solemnly. He was half way out the door when he felt a pull at his shirt. He didn't turn around because he knew Ichigo had a really pissed off expression playing on his face. Who could blame him? Shiro was messing with his emotions. But the battle wasn't over just yet. Just a bit more and Shiro would be the victor.
If Ichigo doesn't beat the shit out of him.
"You know…..I really hate it when you do that….," Shiro's baby brother spoke quietly, gripping the hem of Shiro's shirt tighter. "I know you want to go to that party. But why do you have to go and do that?"
"I don't know what yer talkin' 'bout," Shiro lied in a sad whisper as he turned around to look at his brother. Ah, he was angry.
Within the silence you could hear Ichigo's resolve shatter into millions of pieces. He looked at Shiro with a heartbroken expression. He looked down at the floor and then back up to look at his brother in hopes that his face expression changed and he wasn't so freaking desperate to go to that damn party. But of course there is nothing in this world that can change Shiro's mind once it was made up. That's one thing he hated about Shiro. Then again he can't complain. Ichigo was the same damn way. Brothers.
Shiro was trying very hard not to yell in victory. He has to keep up this façade or he'll lose. He hates doing this to his younger brother but he knows that Ichigo needs to go out and have some fun. He's been working himself silly to make sure he keeps his scholarship. It has to be nothing but A's but Ichigo is the smartest kid in their sophomore year, next to that bastard Uryuu, so he never understood why he stresses out so much. But he was determined to watch his baby bro unwind and relax today, so if using his emotions against him is the only way, then so be it. He just hopes that Ichigo will forgive him later on and see that what he was doing was right.
Ichigo on the other hand is angry. He really didn't want to go to the party but when his brother is guilt tripping him and using that god forsaken 'I'm so sensitive' tone, it kills him. And he knows Shiro knows that. But he also knows that Shiro only ever does it for a good, sometimes or most of the time bad cause.
"…..Fine…I'll go to the stupid party," Ichigo gritted through his teeth as he released Shiro's shirt. He gives. But he'll make sure that Shiro pays for it, later. A huge favor is in order. It is every time after the whole "Puppy dog" scenario.
Shiro had to use everything in his power not to yell in victory.
"Are ya sure? I mean, I can always just tell Shinji and the others that ya got sick er something'. It's no problem," Shiro suggested as he grabbed onto Ichigo's hand. Keepin' up the façade as he looked into Ichigos chocolate caramel ayes. Which by the way, were looking at Shiro with all the hate in the world right now.
"Tsk! I already said I'll go, so I'll go! Sides! Ya already promised 'em I'll be there and I don't want ya looking like a liar! This family is built on nothin' but honesty and I'll be damned if I was related to a liar!" Ichigo yelled in defeat, taking his hand away from Shiro and stomping towards the bathroom.
"Okay cool, the party's at ten and we're pickin' up Shinji on da way there!" Shiro yelled fast enough so Ichigo can hear it before he slammed the bathroom door shut.
"He's so cute when he's mad. I'll make sure to watch the dishes for the rest of the month so he doesn't bitch later," Shiro breathed under his breath as he made his way back to his room.
He walked towards his drawer and picked up his phone to see that Shinji had texted him. He swiped his finger across his phone so that it unlocked and read the message.
Shinji: Dude! I just found out that Grimmjow Fucking Jaegerjaques is back in town! Does Ichi know this?! He probably doesn't. Should I text him or keep it a surprise for when they actually do meet? Ah, but Ichi's hates his guts so he'll probably stay away from him, huh? If he finds out he'll probably kill the bastard. Not like we'll stop him. Prick deserves it.
Shiro gaped at the information that Shinji has just provided. Thanking the gods that Shinji decided to text him first instead of Ichigo. If Ichigo found out that Grimmjow was back all hell will break loose. Grimmjow and Ichigo always fought. But it was one of those "I'm madly in love with you but I don't want to show it so I'll be mean to you instead' type of fighting. Ichigo doesn't hate anyone. But he hates Grimmjow. Hates him enough, that if he were to see him, he wouldn't wait for an explanation and just proceed to beat the shit out of him and left him to slowly die. Of course Shiro knows he wouldn't do that. But it's just an example of how much he hates him at the moment. Shiro can't blame him though. If he was in Ichigo's shoes he would do the same thing. Except the person would be left for dead.
The bastard thought it would be a pretty cool idea to tell Ichigo he was in love with him before disappearing the next day without a single word. Just up and left. And how do you think Ichigo took that?
Not too well.
Ichigo was furious. Shiro thought he was irrational when angered, but he thought otherwise. On his way home he decided to stop by the store when he heard a bunch of noise coming from the park nearby. He thought that there were a bunch of punks picking on someone so he went to check it out. When he got there, he wasn't the least bit surprised to see Ichigo going at it with a bunch of delinquents. There were about six lying unconscious on the floor and there were still 5 trying to get the hit on him. As if that was possible.
Shiro knew that Ichigo needed to get out his anger on someone and he didn't want it to be him so he just stood there and watched Ichigos' anger slowly fade away with every punch he pulled. Afterwards, he took Ichigo by the hand and dragged him home where he silently cried. Shiro told himself that if he were to ever see that bastard he would fuck him over two times worse than Ichigo ever could. And it looks like that day will present itself very soon.
Shiro looked back down at his phone screen and typed off a quick message to Shinji telling him not to tell Ichigo and asking if he had someone to drive them to the party. He wasn't surprised when Shinjis' reply came. The guy holds his phone like it's a lifeline.
Shinji: No, I was just going to take the train there. And why shouldn't I tell him? He can finally beat the crap out of him for leaving like that.
Shiro: We'll pick ya up at the school since it's on the way there. And let's let berry be happy for a few more days. He doesn't need that prick coming up in his life fucking it up. Also, text Rukia and Renji not to be surprised when they see Ichigo.
Shinji: I thought ya weren't coming. Wait, you guilt tripped Ichi into coming didn't you?! Stop fucking with his emotions like that! You know he can't say no ta ya!
Shiro: Shut the fuck up! You and I both know that he needs the most unwinding than any of us right now! Anyway I'll see ya in front of the school at 10.
Shiro locked his phone and held it to his chin as he thought about what to do if he, by chance, were to see Grimmjow. Knowing him there was a big chance that he'll end up at that damn party. If he can find him first it'll be easier to keep Ichigo away from him. Plus with the help of the others, keeping tabs won't be too hard. He turned around when he heard footsteps just to see Ichigo walking into his room wearing the washed up black jeans and the dark blue wife beater that stuck to his swimmer built body. The towel was thrown over his shoulder and he was messing with his bright sunset orange locks trying to keep it from falling on his face.
"Wanna go get something to eat? It's only one in the afternoon but I'm assuming you haven't had breakfast yet. Wanna go to IHOP? We can go shopping for some groceries on the way back. We're about to run out of milk," Ichigo suggested still messing with his hair. He grabbed a black flower pin off of his brothers' drawer and put it in his hair.
"I should get a haircut," Ichigo complained under his breath.
"Nah, don't do that. Yer cute with yer hair long like that. Should let it grow out a bit more and you'll start looking more like mom," Shiro laughed messing with Ichigos hair. He laughed when his younger brother turned red and gave him the evil side eye. "And yea. Let me put some clean clothes on and we can head out," Shiro continued, still laughing. He gave Ichigo a light kiss on the forehead before he started to head towards the closet.
"Alright. I'll be downstairs when you're ready. You drive though, I'm not fully awake yet," Ichigo quickly said as he made his escape towards the door before his brother can embarrass him more. "Gotcha Berry," Shiro replied watching his brother leave his room. He grabbed a black shirt that had Nirvana scattered all over it and made his way back to his drawer. He opened it and pulled out black skinny jeans. Ichigo was the one that wore more color. Shiro was fine wearing mostly black because then he would be able to show off his white pale features more. He was okay with standing out more than his brother. Shiro unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his zipper, dropping his pants to the floor. Standing in nothing but his grey tight ass grabbing boxers, he stepped out of the pants. He sat on the bed to start putting on his jeans. He stood up to finish the job. He had the pants around his knees when his phone went off. He quickly pulled up his jeans and took the phone off his drawer, which he placed there before he started changing. He unlocked it to see that he got another text from his good friend.
Shinji: Fine. But you'll owe Ichigo big time! You know how much he hates parties!
"…...I guess I can clean the bathroom too...," Shiro thought with a devilish smile.
::+::
Ichigo was seated at one of the booths in IHOP while his brother went off to the bathroom. A waitress came and stood beside him. Ichigo looked up and let an all-white picturesque smile escape from his lips. Rocking her spiky black hair that stopped mid back, she stood at about 155cm and with her lean body, looked to weight about 41 kilos. The girl in front of him smiles back with her all-knowing scenic grin. Her brown eyes looking at Ichigo and couldn't help but snort a laugh as she looked down at the pin he had in his hair.
"I see your rocking that pin. Last time I saw you, your hair was shorter and spiky. What happened?"
"School happened. I've been way too busy to cut it. Plus, Shiro told me I looked cute. What up with you? I see you grew your hair out too, Tatsuki," Ichigo chuckled
"I can tell. Haven't seen ya since spring break. Must be really hard trying to be a doctor huh?" Tatsuki cackled, crossing her arms and shifting her body weight to her left foot.
"And I'll have you know the only reason I grew my hair out is because Orihime wanted to know how it would look. She likes it this way so I kept it," Tatsuki looked away, scratching her face, which had a hint of red. "Oh ew, don't get all embarrassed. It doesn't suit you!" Ichigo heaved, poking fun at Tatsuki.
"You shut up! At least I don't turn into a total girl when I'm around my lover," Tatsuki silently yelled so only Ichigo could hear it. Ichigo's face lit up and he turned around in defeat knowing that she was right. He might be a tough kid but when it comes to relationship, he can be a total sweetheart. At that moment, Shiro decided to come back and wrap his arms around Tatsuki's waist.
"Hey beautiful. Come around here often?" Shiro spoke in a very husky voice.
Tatsuki shivered.
Disgusting
Ichigo snickered as Shiro let go of her sitting across from Ichigo cackling a bit himself. Shiro and Ichigo have known Tatsuki since they were kids. Always beating on each other for kicks. But they would never cross her because as much as they hate to admit it, if they got into a fight with the tomboy they would lose. Tatsuki was by far one of the strongest girls Ichigo and Shiro knew. Next to their crazy Aunt. Tatsuki regained herself and looked at Shiro with a repulsed look on her face. Shiro was the only person who can creep her out. And it didn't help that he wore black contacts on his sclera, making his golden eyes pop out and bringing more of a shine to his pale white paper skin and ash grey hair.
She loved him to death but he still managed to freak her out when she wasn't paying attention.
"You're such a creep."
"A creep that ya love oh so much," Shiro leered devilishly.
"Man whatever. So should I just get you guys the usual?" Tatsuki asked, deciding not to take out her notepad since there seems to be no point. Tatsuki has been working at this IHOP ever since they finished high school and the two of them always got the same thing every single time that she never had to write it down after their fifth time ordering it.
"Please and thank you!" Ichigo and Shiro both smiled looking up at her.
"Alright then. I'll be back with your drinks," Tatsuki exclaimed, as she spun on her heel and headed towards the kitchen.
"Do you think Tatsuki's going?" Ichigo inquired, sliding down in his seat.
"Well…. If Orihime is going, I know fer sure that Tatsuki'll go ta make sure notin' happens ta her," Shiro leaned forward, placing his head on both his hands. He smirked as he looked at his baby brother.
"Do you want Shuuhei to go to the party?" Shiro teased, squinting his eyes with his signature shit-eating grin.
"What? What does Shuu have to do with this? What does it matter if he goes or not? Why did you bring him up?" Ichigo babbled with a tint of red to his cheeks making his freckles more visible over his tan nose.
"How cute," Shiro cackled
"Shut up!" The shy one yelled as he kicked Shiro's leg under the table.
"Hn! That hurt!" Shiro yelped. He rubbed his knee while staring daggers at Ichigo.
Ichigo stuck out his tongue and reached into his pocket after feeling his phone vibrate. He looked at the screen to see that Shuuhei was calling him. His Boyfriend of 4 months. He started going out with him his second quarter of university when Shuuhei asked him out to go bowling with his friends. They hit it off pretty well and Ichigo thought it was cute how he kept trying to show off how cool he was so he decided to give him a chance. He hasn't seen Shuuhei for a while since they are both busy university students. Ichigo going for a Doctors' degree while Shuuhei works towards becoming a cop. Something about how he needs to right all the wrong that has happened in the world. Ichigo also thought it was cool that he really wanted to help people who needed it.
Ichigo answered the call and put the phone to his ear.
"Hey Shuu," Ichigo spoke as he leaned onto his left hand. He looked at Shiro to see that he was making small kissy faces at him. Making Ichigo blush and turn away from him just in time to see Tatsuki come back with two cups of juice.
"Hey Babe. How are you? What ya up to? I miss you," Ichigo could hear the smile that Shuuhei was giving him over the phone, leading to his smile.
"I'm fine. I'm with the albino about to eat breakfast at IHOP. And I miss you too," Ichigos smile widened when Shiro stuck out his tongue with the 'Albino" comment. Tatsuki snickered as she placed the orange juice in front of Shiro and the Apple Juice in front of Ichigo. He mouthed the word "Thank you" before Tatsuki made her escape not wanting to hear Ichigo fan over his boy toy. Shiro took a sip from his juice and hummed in delight. The man really loved his orange juice. Ichigo did the same with his apple juice.
"IHOP? It's about to be three in the afternoon. I'm guessing you had yourself an all-nighter?" Shuuhei chuckled.
"Hmm, you know me so well. I woke up early this morning. I was going to go back to bed but a certain someone decided to bombard me in my room," Ichigo explained.
"Ah, human contact before three is a no go," Shuuhei declared in a matter of fact tone.
"And he knew that. Yet he did it anyway and here we are."
"Yes, please keep talking 'bout me as if I'm not even here!" Shiro rustled. He took another sip from his orange juice as he turned around to see Tatsuki coming back with their plates of food. Ichigo chuckled when Shuuhei said something about how Shiro must have gotten quite because the food made its way out. Tatsuki put the plates, which contained Strawberries and Crème Crepes, Waffles, Eggs with Bacon and Sausage in front of Shiro. She then proceeded to put the plates that included Chocolate chip waffles with a side of Bacon, Eggs, Sausage and Ham in front of Ichigo.
"Oh mama! This looks luscious!" Shiro cried blissfully as he grabbed the home-style syrup and doused his waffles. He dug in and hummed in ecstasy once again.
"Jesus. Breathe Shiro. The foods not going anywhere," Tatsuki exhaled, crossing her arms as she looked at the monster destroy the waffles that were once full of life.
"Yea they're going somewhere! My belly!" He yelled as he started to attack his sausages and eggs after demolishing his waffles. Tatsuki and Ichigo laughed. The younger one took the strawberry syrup and drenched his chocolate pancakes. As he was about to dig in again Shuuhei spoke and made his presence known once again.
"Hey are you going to that party tonight? The big end of the year party or whatever?"
"Yea, I was practically forced. Shiro had promised that I would be there tonight to Shinji and the others so to not make him look like a liar I have to at least show up," He groaned, as he picked up the fork and stabbed it into his pancakes making Shiro jump from the sudden movement. He continued to eat while watching Ichigo. Tatsuki just snickered to herself.
"Are you going to the party, Tsuki?" Ichigo asked, cutting a piece of his pancake and shoving it in his mouth. He hummed in approval.
"Yea, my shift ends at 10. I'm heading home to freshen up then from there I'm gonna pick up Orihime then we are heading over to the guys place."
"So I'm assuming the gang will be there," Shuuhei assumed.
"Yea, Shinji, Rukia and Renji'll be there too," Ichigo said after taking a bite from his ham.
"Ah then I guess I'll see you guys there. I gotta go. Call me when you guys are on your way there. I don't want to be there alone with your friends. You know they scare me," Shuuhei cried awkwardly.
"Yea I got it. I'll see you tonight then."
"See ya, babe!" Shuuhei was the first to hang up. Ichigo locked his phone and put it to the side of the table as he continued to eat. He looked at Shiro to see the man was practically done as he finished off his eggs and the last piece to his crepe.
"It's been a long minute since the whole gang got together," Tatsuki sneered.
"I can't wait fer tonight. It'll be a breather, and it'll be nice hanging out with the gang b'fore summer vacation," Shiro breathed as he slid down his seat, draping his arms over his stomach, indicating that he is now full from his meal.
"Speaking of gang, Ichigo I heard some news that someone saw G-" Tatsuki wasn't able to finish her sentence due to the fact that Shiro had quickly picked up his plate and threw it onto the floor making a huge crash resound through the small area of where they were seated. Ichigo's eyes had gone wide with the action wondering what in God's name has come over his brother. He knew he was crazy but this was ridiculous.
"SHIRO WHAT THE FUCK, ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND?!" Tatsuki screamed, outraged at the fact that now she has to clean that up. Some heads turned their way wondering what all the commotion was.
"Sorry, my hand slipped," Shiro said with a vacuous tone. Tatsuki was having none of it and grabbed Shiro by his collar, pulling up to his feet.
"Bullshit Shiro, I saw you grab it and throw it onto the floor!" Tatsuki bellowed, bringing his face close enough that their nose were touching. Ichigo recovered from what happened realizing that if he doesn't step in now Tatsuki might lose her job. He quickly got up.
"Hey guys calm down. I'm sure Shiro didn't mean to do that. There has to be a logical explanation for why Shiro, the person who respects his friends job, and would do nothing to try and get them fired, would go and do something as silly as this, yea?" He stretched out some of the words hoping that Shiro would be able to explain himself without causing a fight that can easily be avoided.
"You're right," Shiro answered. Ichigo let out a sigh in relief.
"Oh yea? Then I would love to fucking hear it, Shirosaki." Tatsuki spoke through gritted teeth.
Shiro leaned in enough that his lips grazed Tatsuki's ears and began talking quietly enough so that Ichigo wouldn't be able to hear him. "It's been about five years since Ichi heard from that bastard. If he found out that he was back in town, don't you think that his mood would shift to that of a killer? You know how he acts when he's angry. I don't want to have to deal with that. The kid will deliberately go looking for trouble just to get his hands on you know who. So, I thought it would be best if we made contact with him first so we can keep him away from the jerk. Ichigo's happy and I don't want him going back to the blubbering mess he was left in when he left. As his older brother, I never want to see him go through that again and if I know I can prevent it then I'll stop at nothing to break the fuckers' legs. It's my job to protect him. And it's your job to help," Shiro explained. He stood there, still in Tatsuki's grip.
She slowly started to ease up on the hold she had on Shiro. She backed off a bit and looked at Shiro. The only time Shiro ever spoke without a hint of his slang was when he was serious. In addition, she confirmed his seriousness when she looked into his Golden honey eyes that shone brighter due to the lighting. She continued to glare at Shiro but turned on her heel as she headed towards the kitchen. Ichigo just stared confused about what was going on. What the fuck just happened? He looked over in Tatsuki's direction where she was coming back with a broom, a scowl on her face.
She started cleaning. After she was done, she looked at Shiro once again. The heads that were once staring going back to what they were doing before the commotion. Ichigo just stood there. Where the fuck is the manager? Shouldn't he have come out by now? Did Tatsuki tell him she would handle this? Ichigo mused in panic to himself. The deathly silence between them, unbearable.
"I get where you are coming from but there must have been a better way for you to stop me from talking," Tatsuki indicated, with her scowl still in place.
"I didn't think a one! It was the first thing to pop inta my noggin'!" Shiro cackled as he tapped his head. Ichigo continued to watch them, sitting down since he felt like he was no longer needed. Was I ever needed? He thought to himself as he grabbed his apple juice and downed the rest as if he was taking a shot.
"Sorry fer breaking ya plate. It was all in the name a good," Shiro gave Tatsuki a sincere apology. She sighed and just waved her hand in dismissal. That was her way of saying it's all good without verbalizing it. She put her hands on her hip. "If I see anything I'll text ya."
"Thanks toots!" Shiro said sitting back down. "I'll go ahead and ring you up. I'll be back with the bill," She said turning around and heading to the garbage disposal first before heading to the computer.
Ichigo just stared at Shiro dumfounded. Shiro picked up his orange juice and drank the bit that was still left. He looked over at Ichigo and tilted his head to the side. "The fuck you lookin' at me like that for?" Shiro placed his cup down.
"The fuck? What just happened? What the hell did you say to Tatsuki?" Ichigo yelled in a low mutter putting his hands on the table and leaning in towards Shiro as if he was about to tell him a secret.
"Don't worry bout it kid, the grownups were talkin','' Shiro smirked, looking down at Ichigo who glared him down not believing that his brother. He's fucking hiding something. The Fucker. Ichigo seethed internally. "You know what, fuck you. You just break a plate out of nowhere and then ya won't tell me why? Yer hiding something from me and whatever it is, Tatsuki must know too. That's why she let ya off so easy. She would have beat the shit out of you otherwise. Ya think you can hide it from me but you and the world know that Shiro and secrets can't be put in the same fucking sentence," Ichigo spat, his signature scowl in place, his caramel eyes showing the hatred he felt for his brother at that moment.
Shiro wasn't fazed. He's been at the end of those angry eyes that scream death since they were kids, but he knows Ichigo wouldn't hurt him without a reason.
Shiro continued to just stare at his angry younger twin brother. Tatsuki came back with the bill and Ichigo took that chance to grab his phone, get up and stomp towards the exit. Shiro drops thirty dollars on the table and proceeds to get up.
"The hell happened to him?" Tatsuki asked picking up the money.
"Little baby is havin' a tantrum 'cause I won't tell 'im what I told ya," Shiro cackled. "Don't worry, he'll get over it."
"He better. We're doing this for his own good," Tatsuki sighed, crossing her arms once again over her chest.
"I'll see ya tonight, Tsuki." Shiro shoved his hands in his pocket and headed towards the door. "And keep the change," He yelled over his shoulder as an afterthought. A wicked smile plastered on his face.
Tatsuki gave him a wicked smile in return and laughed to herself. Nothing good ever happens with those around, she cogitated. She proceeded to turn around and welcome the couple that were just seated, waiting for her shift to be over so that she can find Grimmjow tonight, and kick his ass. After all, it was her job to watch out for her friends.
And if watching means beating the crap out of someone who made one of her best friends suffer at one point,
Then so be it
::+::
About an hour has passed since the whole episode between Shiro and Tatsuki at IHOP and Ichigo was giving Shiro the meanest case of the cold shoulder. He ignored Shiro in the car on the way to the supermarket. He ignored his older brother in the supermarket. He had to stop after a while because he was getting angrier with Shiro for putting stuff in the cart that they didn't need. His excuse being "I get hungry." Ichigo boiled his anger inside to not make a scene and proceeded to head towards checkout to pay for the things in the cart. Afterwards the ride back home was quiet. Ichigo just looked out the window as the scenery passed him by. Shiro leaned his head on his left hand, sending small glances towards his snotty little brother. He let out an aggravated sigh and continued to drive home in the deathly silence.
Shiro drove into the drive way and without giving him a second glance he grabbed some of the bags out of the trunk and walked up the stairs. He unlocked the door, walked in and let the door slam behind him. Shiro rubbed his hands over his face, letting out and aggravated sigh that he didn't know he was holding in.
He turned off the engine and got out of the car. Slamming the door behind him. He headed towards the open trunk taking out the last of the groceries. He closed the trunk, locking it and giving it the once over to make sure all the doors are closed. He then made his way up the stairs, opened the doors and locked the door behind him. He made his way to the kitchen to see that Ichigo was done putting away his half of the groceries. He was seated at the island drinking a cup of tea. Shiro knew he was still angry since there wasn't a cup for him. How petty. Shiro continued into the kitchen and started putting away the rest of the groceries.
Another few minutes pass with the deadly silence that was set between him and Ichigo. He opened the fridge and grabbed a beer, popping the lid on the counter and taking a sip. He sat in front of Ichigo on the island and watched his younger brother who lifted his head to look at Shiro.
"Ichigo," Shiro silently said, fracturing the silence that was built upon them.
Ichigo continued to look at him but didn't say anything. Ichigo looked down after a while as if he was thinking about something. Whatever it was must have not been that important because he looked up again to stare at Shiro.
"You know…" Ichigo started as he looked down at his cup of tea, swirling the spoon as if there was some still inside. "Sooner or later I'll find out what you and Tatsuki were talking about, so to save you the trouble, why don't you just tell me. I don't understand what the big deal is," Ichigo finished looking up once again to meet his brown eyes to Shiro's gold.
"I rather ya find out later then. Stop bitchin' over the fact that ya don't know what we talked 'bout. Just know that it's fer ya own good," Shiro explained taking another swag from the beer. Ichigo grabbed it from his hands and chugged some down putting it in front of Shiro. "What the hell does that mean?"
Shiro let out a sigh. "Just face the facts that I ain't 'bout ta tell ya what we talked about. Let it go and let it be," Shiro stood up taking a last drink from his beer. He put the last bit in front of Ichigo who looked hurt and walked up the stairs to his room.
"I'm gonna take a nap. Wake me up when dinner's ready!" He yelled before closing the door to his room.
Ichigo grabbed the beer bottle and downed the last remainder of the liquid. His throat burning from the sensation. He fished his phone out of his pocket and dialed a number, putting the phone to his ear after pressing the call button. It rang twice before the person on the line answered.
"Ichi, my man! What's up?" They greeted in an energized tone.
"Renji," Ichigo replied, his voice seething.
"Woah there, Ichi. What's wrong?" Renji, one of Ichigo's friend who has also been with him since he learned how to walk, asked, concern in his voice. "Is something going on? Something I don't know that I should?" Ichigo wasn't a firm believer of beating around the bushes. If he wanted to know something he would just ask. Renji paused, Ichigo hearing his hesitation. "Going on? You mean like the big end of the year party? Ya still going, yea?" Renji said. If he was trying to hide the nervousness in his voice, he failed miserably.
He knows something.
"Cut the bullshit Renji Abarai. There's something you're not telling me. And I bet it has something to do with the incident that happened between Shiro and Tatsuki," Ichigo disputed. He got up and walked over to the fridge, taking out some meat and putting it in a pot.
"Wait, what? Shiro and Tatsuki had an incident?" Renji spluttered, his tone more shocked than concerned. "Yea. We were at IHOP this morning. Ya know, the one where Tatsuki works," Ichigo started as he ran some hot water over the meat he had put in the pot. Renji grunted, giving Ichigo the go ahead to continue. "Well we were talking, everything is fine. Something we said reminded Tatsuki about something and she was about to tell me but then Shiro, the bastard, picks up a plate and just slams it against the floor. Says his "Hand slipped." But we both knew that was a freaking lie," Ichigo ranted. He leaned against the counter putting his free hand across his chest.
"That's…weird…," Renji commented. "Weird? That doesn't even cut it. Tatsuki was pissed. Grabs Shiro by the collar and starts asking for a reason on why he did it. He whispers something into her ear and then, BAM, She's not angry anymore!" He yelled while his free hand was flailing about. He stopped and turned off the faucet, remembering that is was still on. "I asked him what he said but he refuses to tell me!" He finished, breathing in hard and letting out a puff of air in frustration. He went back to this position on the counter before he started flailing his arm.
"And you called me, thinking I might know what they were talking about," Renji said as a matter of fact more than a question. "Well, do you?" Ichigo asked, his eyes squinting in suspicion. "Ichi, my man. I have no idea," Renji laughed.
"Fuck that. You're lying," Ichigo spat. He knew when Renji was lying because he did this weird thing with his laugh where it would start of low and quickly turn high back to low. He never understood how Renji never noticed. Of course he never told him. That would be a disadvantage to himself. "I'm hurt you would even say something like that. Anyway I gotta go, Rukia's lonely and she wants me to keep her company," Renji said quickly before hanging up, Ichigo yelled his name in warning but was too late.
Ichigo looked down at his phone, shoving the now useless object back into his pocket. He turned around to look at the neglected meat that he was supposed to start cooking. Thinking that he will find out what the deal was he started cooking. He knew a certain someone who didn't really know how to keep a secret. With a smile tugging at his face, he started to prepare dinner.
::+::
About a few hours passed with Shiro and Ichigo being in the same building with neither one of them really talking to each other. Shiro couldn't take the silent treatment for a while and was really tempted to just tell Ichigo what was up, but then he reminded himself why he was hiding that little fact in the first place. It was about to turn ten and Ichigo and Shiro were dressing up for the occasion. Ichigo was wearing a pair of tight dark magenta washed up jeans that were ripped selectively throughout his thighs. He was rocking a dark blue t-shirt that was hugging his swimmer built body. On top of that was a black summer cardigan that stopped at the back of his knees. On his feet were a pair of vans to match the shirt he was wearing. He ran his hands through his hair, putting it in a small ponytail. Shiro was sporting a black tank top, showing off his toned biceps. He wore a pair of bright red skinny jeans, making his skin pop out more than needed. He topped it off with wearing a pair of black vans that were sporting golden spots throughout the design.
They both came out of their room and looked at each other. They soaked in what the other was wearing and with a smirk, they both headed of downstairs. Ichigo making his way towards the door and Shiro grabbing the keys. Ichigo opened the door holding it for Shiro before walking out. His older brother locked the door, pressing a button to start up the car.
Shiro gets in the driver's seat and Ichigo slid into the backseat. Shiro looked at him quizzically from the rear view mirror but Ichigo just looked at him and smile after fastening his seat belt. Shiro wasn't going to question him. He started the engine, and pulled out the driveway after putting on his seat belt.
"Text Shinji. Tell 'im we're on our way."
"Hn," Ichigo replied, reaching for his phone in his back pocket.
A few minutes passed and they stopped in front of their school where Shinji was waiting. He wore a pair of bright dirty yellow washed up jeans and a white button up shirt that were rolled up to his elbows. His blonde, right above his shoulder hair blowing in the summer breeze as he smiled, showing off his abnormal piano teeth, when Shiro stopped his car in front of him. Shiro unlocked the door and Ichigo scooted over as Shinji opened the back door and slid in.
"Sup fuckers," Shinji greeted as he turned to see that Ichigo was sitting beside him.
"Hey Shin," Shiro said looking at the rear view mirror, making slight eye contact with him. Shinji saw the small twitch of his eye and knew that Ichigo was about to do something. So he mentally, and quickly prepared himself for the attack. Shiro drove off and made his way to the party. This is going to be a very long 20-minute ride, Shiro thought to himself.
"Hey Shin," Ichigo said, sliding over to wrap his arms around Shinji's shoulder.
"Uh, hey Ichi. What's up? I'm glad you still decided to come to the party. Everyone'll be there and I'm sure you'll have a blast," Shinji spoke with the calmest tone he can ensure. "Yea, it would be a shame if I bailed now, ya know? Since Shiro already said I was going. But let's forget about that. Tell me, how are you? What's new? Is there something I should know about that you're not telling me?" Ichigo said the last part ver fast, making Shinji look at him as if he grew a second head. He arched his brow and proceeded to answer his question as if the last par didn't exist.
"I'm, uh, I'm good, Ichi. Nothing new. Just chillin' for the most part. I was able to finish some of my homework before I got here," Shinji answered. Ichigo turned his head to look at him. Shinji stared back, trying hard to hold his ground, even though he felt like he was being led along within the 5 minutes he's been in the car with Ichigo. Ichigo let out a breath as if he was disappointed, shaking his head in the process.
"Shinji, Shinji, Shinji. There's no point in hiding it, ya know? I know that you guys are hiding something so you might as well just tell me what it is," Ichigo breathed, into Shinji's ear. His voice becoming deeper as the sentence progressed. He quickly looked up to the mirror to see that Shiro quickly lifted his eyes to stare daggers at him. Shiro shook his head as if silently telling Shinji that he will murder him if he says a single word.
Shinji swallowed his breath. This was going to be fun.
"I don't know what ya talkin' 'bout Ichigo," Shinji said, using the calmest tone he can. "Well then let me fill you in. You see, Tatsuki was about to tell me something today at IHOP and Shiro broke one of the plates to stop her. I was expecting her to beat the shit out of him, but no. Instead, big bro whispers something into her ear and it's like the whole incident didn't even matter anymore. I asked him what he said and he told me it doesn't concern me," Ichigo started to explain. Shinji was listening to him, actually interested on what Ichigo was blabbering about. Ichigo shifted, crossing his legs and continued on.
"So I asked him again when we got home and he told me that he's not telling me 'cause it's for my "own good." Like what does that even mean? So, I decided to call Renji. Told him the story and he got the gest, knowing right away why I called him. He said he had no idea and then that laugh. You know, the one where you know the jerk is lying? He escaped though. Hung up before I could get something out of him. So here we are now," Ichigo said turning his head, locking his doe brown eyes with Shinji's tinted yellow.
"So you think I know what they know?"
"It's not a matter of I think you know. It's a matter of I know you know." Ichigo corrected, squinting his eyes in suspicion. Shinji turned his head and let out a defeated sigh.
Shinji looked outside the window, then back at Ichigo.
"Ichigo, you're my best friend. Meaning that no matter what, I make sure not to hide anything from you." Shinji declared as he patted Ichigo's hand. A smile started to creep onto Ichigo's face, knowing he could count on Shinji to tell him anything.
"I mean of course you're my best friend. We were together since we were learnin' how to walk. Shiro and Renji beside us at the hip. Grew up to be the great people we are today. Every time we got into trouble, we'll be there ready to bail each other out. If one of us got into a fight the other would join in no questions asked. Yup, best friends till the end," Shinji Babbled.
Ichigos smile started to turn sour as he realized what Shinji was doing.
"Shinji," Ichigo said removing his hands from over his shoulder. "I mean, remember that time we went to camp in middle school? Those older campers thought they could beat you up, but man we showed them!"
"Shinji," Ichigo was interrupted.
"And that time you were forced to dress up as a girl for the school festival in the 6th grade! Hah! Everyone was talking about it! Tough delinquent Ichigo, dressed up as a girl! But hell, ya looked good, Ichi! Like damn, if you weren't dating that Shuuhei guy I would be all over you right now!" Shinji continued, reminiscing about the old times.
"SHINJI HIRAKO!" Ichigo yelled as the car came to a stop. Before Ichigo could catch his breath Shiro turned off the ignition and him and Shinji were out of the car, leaving a flustered Ichigo in the back. Shiro rounded the car and Shinji ran up and made his escape into the house.
"Let's go King," Shiro said as he waited for his baby brother. Ichigo let out a frustrated sigh as he got out of the car. Shiro closed it, locking all the doors and they both made their way up the stairs to the mansion that clearly belonged to one of the rich kids at their school. 4 Minutes song Crazy was blasting throughout the house and Ichigo stopped at the doorstep looking around to make sure that he was still in Japan. All the houses looked nice and urban compared to the one in front of him. This guy clearly didn't care if he was showing off. Each of the houses had a little space between them and the other house beside them, reminding him of his house back in Karakura. He turned to see that Shiro had the door open, waiting for him to get inside. The music blasting louder now that there was nothing to block it out. Ichigo continued up the stairs, walking past him, uttering a small thank you as Shiro followed behind him.
It was definitely an any one can show up party because if Ichigo hadn't walked up to the house himself, he would have thought the place was a freaking club with all the bodies rubbing up against each other. The song changed to a dubstep remix and he really felt like these people were going to cause an earthquake. He looked over to Shiro to see that he was looking at his phone. He started typing then put his phone away in his front pocket.
"Shinji and the others are in the back! Go past the stairs and there should be a door that leads to the patio! You go on ahead. I'll get us some drinks!" Shiro yelled into Ichigo's ear before heading off and drowning into the body of people. Ichigo listened to Shiro and soon enough he was greeted with a wide smile from his friend with the red hair and tribal tattoos going across his face. If Ichigo and his brother weren't the ones causing problems, you can bet that it was Renji and Ichigo. They went through a lot together that Renji and Ichigo were practically brothers. Of course at the moment, Ichigo felt indifferent towards said "brother" due to the fact that he -along with his other friends- Uryuu, Chad, Orihime, Tatsuki, Rukia, and now Shinji –who was making sure not to make eye contact- were hiding something from him. He knew they all knew because if four people in the group already know about this strange "secret" then it's just best to believe that the rest of the group knows too. And if they don't then that makes Ichigo feel a little better knowing that he, even if it's a small piece of hope, isn't the only one out of the loop. He walked up to them and took a seat next to a small petite woman, with large purple eyes, who smiled at him, equally big.
Rukia was Renji's Girlfriend of eight years –going on nine by the end of this month-. She was probably the most annoying thing Ichigo has ever encountered, but that was probably because she didn't know how to keep her nose out of other people's business. She always needed to know what was going on in other's peoples lives, and that made the young berry believe that her life must be really boring. He had to give props to Renji for being able to deal with the little monster for as long as he has. But in the end, he thought of her as a little annoying sister where he sometimes wish he didn't have, but is grateful she's around because she has helped him in some situations and vise versa.
"Hey Rukia, Renji!" Ichigo said a little bit high so that they can hear him over the music.
Renji took a swig of his drink before putting it down next to his feet. "So happy you can come and join us tonight, Berry-boo," If looks could kill, Renji was definitely no longer alive. The too bright to be called a red head knew that Renji was already intoxicated, due to the fact that he only ever called him that when he was deep in multiple bottles. The only good thing is that Renji was easy to manipulate when he's drunk so it'll be easy to deal with him as long as no one riles him up.
"Hi Ichigo! I'm glad you could make it. Wouldn't be the same without you!" The always-happy red head Orihime, cried with genuine happiness. She and Ichigo have been friends since High school, when Tatsuki introduced them, along with another girl who he can't remember. They hit it off right away and whenever Tatsuki wasn't around to protect her Ichigo was there to do the Job. She had a crush on him but didn't know about it until after he started going out with his first boyfriend whose name is of no importance. Orihime took it pretty bad and he apologized for not knowing. She said it wasn't his fault. To his surprise she jumped back from the rejection pretty fast and is now dating her long time girlfriend Tatsuki.
"It's nice to see you too, Orihime," Ichigo laughed. At that moment Shiro was making his wat towards him and dropped himself into Ichigo's lap since there wasn't anywhere to sit down. Ichigo grimaced at the sudden invasion of his space but said nothing knowing how his brother already knows he did wrong.
"So what I miss?" Shiro asked as he handed Ichigo his beer before taking a drink out of his. Everyone laughed at his little entrance and Uryuu was the first to speak up. Uryuu became friends with them in High school. He and Ichigo didn't get along, but along the way they were able to tolerate each other. Later did they know, he, Shiro and Ichigo were cousins. He would have never guessed his mom and Uryuu's father were related since he's such a stick in the mud. Them being related didn't change anything since they still fought, but it was that "I care about you" type of fighting. "I'm shocked that Ichigo actually showed up."
"You make it sound like I'm not shocked to see you here, Uryuu? What? Have nothing better to do? I thought better of you. But seeing you here at a party is quite the view," Ichigo teased. He tilted his head to the side, his lips curling up for a teasing grin. Uryuu huffed in annoyance. "Just so you know, I did have free time. I finished all my work early, which I know you did too because you're sitting here relaxed without a care in the world," Uryuu retorted. Tatsuki let out a bark of a laugh knowing that they were both right. You would never catch Uryuu or Ichigo at a party if they knew they had projects and homework that needed to be done.
"Speaking of finished work. I bet your asses aren't even done, let alone started any of the work," Ichigo sighed as his eyes roamed towards Renji and Rukia. Renji was leaning back as if he was concentrating on not dying and Rukia just let out a breathy laugh, knowing Ichigo knew he was right. "Hey, I've passed all my classes before. So it's not going to be any different now. I'm just taking a quick break before I have to shove my face in the books," Rukia said as if they needed and explanation.
"But did you start?"
"…No," Rukia quietly said underneath her breath. The music blocked it out but buy the way she's scratching the back of her head, everyone knew the answer. They all laughed, everyone except Chad who let out a small grunt to show that he also found the situation funny. "Aww, Poor chibi. Hey, don't let Berry-tan bring ya down. He's just bein' a stick in the mud 'cause he ain't havin' his way," Shiro explained, taking another drink from his beer. Ichigo glared at his older brother but said nothing as he took a swig of his drink as well. Rukia looked at Ichigo and back at Shiro sensing that something was wrong. She glanced over a Shinji who was keeping to himself most of the talk. He came with Ichigo and Shiro but was keeping his distance from them.
"Hey did something happen between you guys?" Rukia chirped, genuinely curious as to why Ichigo was giving Shiro the stink eye, and as to why Shinji looked like he did something bad. Ichigo was going to explain what happened but before he could say anything Orihime's voice resounded throughout the group.
"Hey Ichigo, wasn't Shuuhei supposed to come too?" Orihime with a smile on her face, as if she didn't do anything wrong. "What?" was the only thing Ichigo could conjure up since he was caught off guard with the question.
"Tatsuki said that you guys met at IHop and that she had heard you say that you would call Shuuhei when you were coming? Is he not coming anymore, because I would think he would be here by now…..," Orihime finished crossing her arms and leaning her head in her hand when she propped up one of her arms. Ichigo stared at her as he processed all the words that were coming in his direction. Shuuhei? Call? IHop? At this, Ichigo's eyes widened just a bit as realization hit him that he was, in fact, supposed to call Shuuhei when he was heading over so that he wouldn't have to be alone with his friends. "Shit." Ichigo cursed underneath his breath. The only people who heard it were Shiro and Rukia since they were the closest. Renji probably heard it too, but you couldn't really tell since the man looked like he had fallen asleep. Ichigo put down his drink and reached into his pocket, cursing at himself more when he didn't feel his phone. He checked his other pockets just to be sure and soon enough he concluded that he left his phone in the car. Shiro saw this and fished for his keys in his back pocket. He got off Ichigo, the Orangette standing up after him.
"Thanks," Ichigo smiled. Shiro sat down where Ichigo was once seated and lifted his drink to his mouth. "Don't take too long. It ain't a party without ya," Shiro drank from his bottle after he was done talking. Ichigo laughed a bit before heading out.
To say that he regretted coming to this party was an understatement. Never in his life did he have the urge to blow up a building before. Getting to the car was probably the hardest task he had to do because people refused to get out of his way. He was rubbed in all the wrong places, hit on multiple times, and blocked by so many couples making out that by the end of his journey he was really thinking of starting up the car and just leaving Shiro and Shinji to fend for themselves for a while. It's only right since he was practically forced to go to the party. When Ichigo finally made his way out of the front door he let out a long breath he didn't even know he was holding. He breathed in the nice cold air as it calmed his insides. Maybe I'll just stay out here for a while, He thought to himself, but then Shiro's words popped into his head and scratched that Idea aside.
He walked down the stairs to the car and unlocked the passenger door. He opened it and sat in the seat, stretching his hand to the backseat when he spotted his phone from the rear view mirror. He grabbed in and turned it on noticing that he had five missed calls. "Dammit," He whispered underneath his breath. He closed the car door and made himself comfortable sliding down the seat a bit. When he unlocked his phone, he went straight to the phone Icon and saw that out of those five call, two of them were from Shuuhei and the other three were from an unknown number. There wasn't a voicemail Icon so he assumed it wasn't important and deleted them. He pressed on Shuuhei's number and pressed the phone to his ear.
It only rang once before the call went through. Shuuhei was the first to talk. "Hey," was all he said. Ichigo noted the bit of irritation in his voice but decided not to say anything about it. "Hey,' Ichigo replied. Ichigo sat there in silence for what seemed like forever but only maybe two minutes passed by. Deciding to break the silence Ichigo spoke up first. "I'm sorry…." Ichigo whispered, Shuuhei let out a sigh and replied to his apology. "It's fine. What happened?" Shuuhei asked, knowing that something must have distracted the man. Ichigo wasn't one to go against his promises, and if he did it's only because something was troubling him so much that his mind was focused on that one thing. And focused on something he was. Ichigo smiled, knowing that Shuuhei wasn't mad at him, and thanking the gods that he was so understanding. He continued to explain everything that happened after the phone call he had in IHop. By the end of it all Shuuhei was silent. Ichigo assumed that he was just processing all the information that was just given to him.
"So….You didn't figure out what they were hiding," Shuuhei said as a statement more than a question. Ichigo let out a defeated sigh. "No, it makes me angry. How bad is this secret that none a them want to tell me? I mean, they make it seem like I'm some fickle little kid! 'Cause I ain't! I can care for myself and I'm sure that whatever the secret is can handle it!" Ichigo yelled. Shuuhei laughed at his boyfriends' tantrum, especially when he got frustrated. He started to sound like Shiro with his little slang here and there and he found that very cute.
"Well, as much as I find you being angry very cute, I don't think they should hide such things from you. Sometimes just saying whatever is better for everyone." Shuuhei inputted. "Right-" "But!" Shuuhei interrupted before Ichigo could get his say in it. "I also think that if your brother and friends, the people who you trust with your life are telling you they are keeping a secret from you so that you don't get hurt, you should just believe them and let it be," Shuuhei continued. Ichigo didn't like how Shuuhei emphasized some of the words when he spoke again. He also didn't like how his boyfriend was right. They wouldn't hide something from him unless they really had no other choice. It just hurt him that they though he couldn't take it. Of course he knew, they knew he wasn't weak, but it still hurt. Shuuhei let out a small chuckle when Ichigo let out a long sigh.
"I hate that you're right, but I get it. I'll just let it go." Ichigo slid down more in the seat in defeat. "Good, just know that they are doing it for you." "You don't secretly know about this secret do you?" Ichigo glared at no one in particular. Shuuhei laughed, "No way! You and I both know that I could never hide a secret from you. My guilt would get the best of me and I would break." Ichigo let out a small chuckle and smiled at what Shuuhei said. "True, or I would just beat it out of you," Ichigo grinned. "Ah, I wouldn't want that. You angry is like taking on a lion and I didn't have my arms…or legs." "Damn straight!" Ichigo laughed. Shuuhei joined in and after a while it felt silent again. Ichigo looked at the time on the phone and saw that he was already on the phone with Shuuhei for like forty something minutes.
"Are you still coming?" Ichigo whispered, remembering why he had called in the first place. "Nah, work was pretty hectic today and it left me sore all over. Being around a group of horny teens and twenty year olds doesn't sound like a good idea," Shuuhei chuckled. "What happened?" Ichigo said sitting straight as he opened the car door to let in some air. "Some fucker thought it was a smart Idea to rob out store today. Of course he didn't know that I was going to school to become a cop. He had a gun," Ichigo was about to interrupt him but Shuuhei spoke over him knowing he was going to ask if he was alright. "But don't worry, I'm fine. Before anything could happen I disarmed him and tied him up. He put up a fight, kicked me in a few places but it's nothing that'll bruise. So it's all good, babe," Shuuhei finished.
Ichigo let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and sighed in relief. "That's good." "You're such a worry wart," Shuuhei chuckled. "Well sorry for worrying about the fact that you could've been shot. I won't ever worry about you ever again then," Ichigo pouted. "Aww man, that sucks. Guess I'll do all the worrying from now on." "Shuddap," Ichigo laughed. "So you gonna go to bed?" Ichigo said getting out of the car and closing the passenger door. He locked it before leaning on the car door.
"Yea, wish you were hare laying down with me," Shuuhei said with a husky tone. "Hmmmm, that would be nice, but Shiro would kill me if I took his car and left without him. And I'm sure he wouldn't want to see us make out because you know how salty he is," Ichigo mused. "We need to find your brother a boyfriend." "One day," Ichigo laughed. "Alright, I should be heading back inside. I've been gone for almost an hour, they'll start wondering if I've been kidnapped," At that moment Ichigo's phone vibrated and he saw that he got a message from Shiro asking where he was. "Speak of the devil."
"Shiro just texted you?"
"Yea."
"Alright. I'll come pick you up sometime tomorrow so we can hang out. After today I need your kisses to get me through the rest of the week," Shuuhei cried. "It's nice to know my kisses have such power." Ichigo hummed with a small chuckle at the end. "You don't know what you do to me, Ichigo." Shuuhei said seriously with a husky tone. Ichigo blushed and thanked the gods no one was here to see him before letting a small smile fall upon his lips. "Alright, tomorrow then," Ichigo confirmed getting off the car. "Tomorrow. Night Ichigo." "Night Shuuhei," Ichigo replied then hung up the phone. Before turning off his phone he texted his brother back saying that he's making his way right now. He started making his way towards the door when he heard something like a trashcan fall in the gap beside the house.
If he were inside, he wouldn't have heard it since he can hear the clear dubstep playing throughout the house. He wondered what it was still staring at the gap at the side of the house. Was it an animal? Did the house owner own a pet and was keeping them outside? What if it was burglar getting ready to pretend he was part of the party just to get away with the guys goods? He was brought back from his wild scenarios when he heard a husky groan as if someone was in a pain. A person? Are they hurt? Without thinking, Ichigo made his way towards the side of the house. "Hey, is someone here? Are you alright?"
When he grew closer he saw that there was indeed a person there and they were toppled over. By their broad figure he could tell the person was male. When he looked close he could see that he was favoring the left side of his stomach. When he stressed his eyes more so that he could see what was there he saw red tainted on the man's shirt. Blood? Without thinking he moved from his spot and kneeled down in front of the man, making sure not to hurt him further. Ichigo put his hand on the guys back and it seemed the guy was surprised from the touch since he jerked his shoulder.
In a swift motion, the man lifted his head off the ground and looked Ichigo in the eyes. His breath hitched. He was staring into chocolate caramel eyes, one he knew all too well. He was not expecting this. But to say he was happy was an understatement. He might be sporting a nasty bruise right now on the side of his stomach, but looking into Ichigo's eyes was always able to calm the man. He noted that he had his hair up in a ponytail and couldn't help but think how cute he looked. His hair grew. He thought to himself.
If Ichigo was breathing, he couldn't feel it, since it felt like his world had stopped and all the air was being pulled out of him. When the man suddenly lifted his head, the first thing he noted was the tuff of teal blue on the man's head. Then when his eyes met the owners, it just confirmed his suspicions. Wide Azure eyes was an inch away from his face. He only knew one person with those beautiful eyes and that person took his heart and ran away, literally. It felt hours had pass by with them just staring at each other. Ichigo opened his mouth, closed it, and then finally decided to talk.
"G-Grimmjow?" Ichigo finally said in a whisper. He congratulated himself for not sounding like a love stricken teenage girl who hasn't seen their lover in years. Which in this case, the situation would be just that, except that Ichigo was involved with another man. Grimmjow on the other hand felt like he was on cloud nine. He's waited so long to hear Ichigo's voice that he honestly didn't care that his vision was getting blurry.
"Hey Berry," was the first and last thing Grimmjow said to Ichigo before he was taken by darkness.
And that's it! Did you like it? Review if you must, I want to hear what ya got to say. I'll be honest with ya though, I dunno when the next chapter will be up cause I don't think about the story before hand. I just start writing and then a story is born, ya don't have to believe me but I am spitting the truth. Plus with college right around the corner it will be even harder for me but I will try to write something. I'm sure the next chapter won't be as long though. By the time I was done it was 43 pages. I was not expecting that. But anyways, I really hope you enjoyed it! Until next time!
Ciaos~