Disclaimer: I do not own the Bleach manga! I do not own! Repeat: I DO NOT OWN!

Warning: Lemon! Boyxboy! Incest! Don't like, don't read!

Author's Note: Okay, people…so this is my first time writing a fanfiction so please do not kill me if it's bad. It's my first try. (O.o) This is gonna be an Ichi/Kei pairing, possible Ichi/Shiro/Kai/Rei in the future, only if people like what I have so far though. **takes deep breath and exhales** Okay…here I go…

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Ichigo had loved Rei since he was eight, a year before their parents had died in a car accident. Rei had just graduated from high school and he would still do his best to spend time to play with Ichigo and to protect him from the bullies who would pick on him because of his feminine looks. Of course Ichigo had grown out of it now, though he was still feminine looking, which earned him popularity among both the male and female students of his school. However, no one dared to pick on him now not if they still cared for their life. After the accident (They had also been in the car, but only Kai had sustained a major injury. He was now blind in his right eye and wore an eye patch over it.), he had fallen into a rogue lifestyle, picking fights anywhere he went, and rapidly growing stronger and climbing the ranks of the gang he had joined. And now, it was his gang. He had defeated the former leader, and was now the leader of the gang affairs of his high school, though the gang was mostly outside of school. (that's why Kai and Shiro are sorta scared of him) When he had first started this dangerous lifestyle, it seemed as if he would go into drugs too. However, Rei put a stop to that. He understood that Ichigo needed the fighting, as he had felt the same when he was in high school (it was good stress relief) but he wasn't about to send his youngest brother, the one he loved, into drugs with a smile. And so, the nine year old Ichigo joined the gang life and became the notorious leader of the gang Hollow after only a year! After their parents' death, Rei dropped out of Vizard University to join a business company so he could support his three brothers. They're rich now, because he was extremely successful. Nine years had passed since the accident. So now, his younger twin brothers, Kai and Shiro (19), were in their second year of Vizard University, getting ready to graduate (they were geniuses) and Ichigo (17) was getting ready to graduate from Buenas Noches high school. (Rei is 26) And this is the story of how their lives are wrought with havoc! (right, just to let you know, all the people in the Kurosaki family are fighters)

Dealing With It

Chapter 1

Ring, ring, ring! Ichigo slammed his hand viciously onto the shitty piece of metal that had ruined his nice utopia of dreams. Blearily, he rolled onto his back, forgetting that he was on the edge of the bed…and that he had rolled in the wrong direction.

Bam! A muffled thud echoed through the house, coming from above their heads. Three gold on black eyes glanced at the ceiling as a chain of muffled curses drifted down to their ears.

"Seems like Ichigo got off the wrong side of bed this morning, eh?" Kai snickered as the curses continued, followed by stomping that made the table rattle slightly. A door slammed above them, probably the bathroom door.

"Naw, more like he just fell outta bed, dude." Shiro muttered as he looked back down on his newspaper.

"Aw, c'mon, man. It's a figure o' speech." Kai whined, aiming a kick at his brother's shin under the table. Shiro saw it coming and merely moved his leg out of the way.

"I didn't know you possessed enough brain cells to know any figures of speech. Really, you always surprise me with new things…though you are stupid." Shiro returned, continuing to speak over Kai's cursing, "I mean…you should know that you possess fewer brain cells than an ant."

"You bastard! What the fuck do you mean by that, you cock-sucking shithead?!" Kai yelled a he slammed his hand onto the table. Seeing his twin calmly continue sipping his tea and turning to the next page of his newspaper only added fuel to the fire. His hands balled up and he threw a right hook at Shiro's jaw. Shiro dodged it and was readying for another punch. However, Shiro and Kai weren't about to have a fistfight that would end up ruining the kitchen table, because right then the door to the kitchen slammed open with enough force for the things in the kitchen to rattle. The two of them froze and ducked as a lump of what had been Ichigo's alarm clock sailed through the air in the space where their heads had been. Without anything to hit, the piece of metal continued its trajectory, hit the wall, and fell onto the floor. As Shiro and Kai both looked at the wall, they gulped in unison. The alarm had been thrown with enough force to cause a very deep dent in the wall. They were luck they had both ducked…if they hadn't, well, let's just say that at best they would have landed in the hospital in a comatose state. Remembering that there was still an extremely angry younger brother that would follow, the twins snapped their heads back towards the door.

There was enough time for Ichigo to stomp in, snarling under his breath, before the force of the swing slammed it back closed. Shiro and Kai slowly inched away from the steaming orange head whose eyes seemed like they could kill someone. They could leave it to their oldest brother.

Kei, who had been standing at the stove cooking breakfast for himself and his three younger brothers, sighed as he turned around to face his extremely pissed, youngest brother. He could actually see the flames of Ichigo's soul whipping around and he sighed again, with exasperation.

"Wha' the fuck were ya thinkin', buyin' me one o' those li'l pieces o' shit?" Ichigo hissed venomously at his eldest brother, ignoring his other two brothers. He was so angry that, instead of the normal language he used at home, he had reverted to the speech he used when in school and in the gang. Namely, people he didn't really give a crap about. He was really angry…if the fate of the alarm clock hadn't showed that already. He glared at the one person he really wanted to kill right then and there, seething at the fact that he hadn't been able to sleep in late.

"Ichigo, it's about time that you learned how to wake up yourself rather than wake up five minutes before school starts and then have to skip breakfast because you're running late. It's going to end up ruining your body." Against Rei's wishes a hint of concern still leaked through his voice even though he was trying his best to control his feelings. Ichigo was already pissed at him; if he knew that he had more than brotherly feelings for him, then he would also be disgusted. So, since his only choice was to be a supporting older brother, he would do anything he could to turn Ichigo into a responsible, albeit brash, adult. This time he really couldn't help the flash of sadness flit across his eyes but managed to conceal it quickly, hoping that his brother didn't notice anything.

Ichigo studied his brother. He had heard the note of concern in the other's voice and he beat himself up internally. He didn't have to go so far as to yell at his brother, Rei nii-chan was only worrying about him. He was still deep in thought but didn't miss the sad shadow that crossed his older brother's face. Rei managed to conceal it quickly but it sent Ichigo's head reeling. Dammit, he mentally berated himself, Rei nii-chan only wants to help you Ichigo; you, Kai, and Shiro are the only family he has left. He really couldn't believe that he had hurt his brother when the other had only wanted to act like a family would. Little did he know that his version of the reasons were completely wrong.

"Sorry," he mumbled quietly, then turned away from his brother and walked over to the kitchen table and sprawled carelessly onto a chair.

"When the chow comin' up?" he drawled, letting a smile cross his features to tell his brothers that the storm had passed. The twins sighed in relief in unison. They might always be at each other's throats, but they were always on a united front – a defensive front – when it came to their younger brother.

Rei set four overflowing plates of omelet rice on the table and ordered, "Eat, then go clean yourselves up and change for school." He went to get the spoons, then sat down to eat too.

They all scarfed down breakfast, then went to shower and change. They each had their separate showers so there was no fighting over who would go first. Of course, it that was necessary, then Ichigo would always go first. After stepping out of the shower, he wrapped a towel around his hips and didn't bother drying his body or his hair. It was too much of a bother to do so. He opened the bathroom door and stepped into his room (the bathroom is connected to the bedroom) only to find Rei nii-chan putting away his clean laundry into his closet. And of course, Ichigo let out a rather non-manly squeak which had his brother looking up…and staring at him. Now, Ichigo was really regretting not grabbing a larger towel.

Rei stared at his brother. He wore nothing but a small towel that was wrapped around his hips and, apparently, he had not bothered to dry himself off. Rivulets of water ran down Ichigo's sculpted body, tracing the firm abs before dipping into his navel. Rei swallowed hard, tearing his eyes away from the smooth tan skin and looking at his brother's face…and instantly regretted it. Ichigo's hair was dripping, the strands messy and long, framing his beautiful face and ever expressive eyes.

What he wouldn't give to lick off those trails of water, following them down and removing the towel…to kiss those pink lips until they were swollen. He would…no he would not! He was his older brother. Ichigo would definitely hate him for thinking those things and beat him until he was half-dead. He mustn't show these feelings. He had to hide them so he could at least stay by Ichigo's side as a brother. If he couldn't protect him as a lover, then he would at least do his best to offer protection for him as his eldest brother, even if his professed intentions were a lie. After all, he would do anything to stay by Ichigo's side.

Rei swallowed and looked away, saying, "I just put away your laundry. Hurry up and dry yourself off before you catch a cold. You have to go to school in a few minutes." He turned away, only his self-control was preventing him from running for the door.

Ichigo watched Rei nii-chan as he left his room. He had seen his brother glance at his barely clad body and look away quickly. His muttered words had been short, without out the usual gentleness behind it. Was Rei really so disgusted and unsettled by his body? Ichigo walked back into his bathroom, looking at himself in the full-length mirror. Nine years of fighting constantly had given him a lean, sculpted body. His muscles under his tan skin rippled as he moved slightly. Was it because he was different from Rei and his brothers? Rei, Shiro, and Kai were all albinos, with gold on black eyes and silver hair. And here he was with tanned skin, regular brown eyes, and fiery orange hair. Why was he the only one out of his family that was different? With a sigh, he grabbed a towel and began to dry himself off.

Ichigo mounted his motorcycle, while the twins slid into their car. Rei nii-chan had given them each a bento like always and he had already left for work. Now Ichigo and the twins zoomed down their separate paths to school.

Ichigo screeched into the school parking lot and easily spun into his reserved spot while doing a wheelie. His stunts on his motorbike had easily won him a few curses and more than a few fingers while on the freeway. Of course, the "reserved" parking space wasn't exactly reserved, but the other students wouldn't park there; well, unless they didn't want their car anymore, of course. He jumped off his bike. His bright orange hair was windblown as he never bothered to wear his helmet, something that Rei nii-chan had bothered him a few times for, then given up. His uniform was pristine, something that Rei insisted on. However, as soon as he got to school, Ichigo would immediately mess it up. He took off the blazer and pulled off his tie before unbuttoning the shirt halfway. He threw his jacket over his shoulder and tossed his tie onto his bike. As he did so, he faintly heard girls screaming. A small twitch began to form over his right eye; those girls always stared when he came into the parking lot and screamed at his smallest action, it sounded like there were a few boys too. It was annoying the hell out of him.

He stalked towards the high school entrance; a few other people walked towards him, leaving their cars. They were also part of his gang but they only dared to approach him because they were also part of his personal gang: Chad, his second-in-command; Renji, one of the top fighters in his gang; Rukia, a ruthless girl whose violence belied her looks; Inoue, the "doctor" of the gang; Ulquiorra, a deadly fighter; Grimmjow, a knucklehead full of brawn; Toshiro, a short boy who would beat you to the brink of death if you called him short; and, Ichida, a strategist of the gang. They all greeted him, but he ignored them, which was his standard response when he was angry. Of course, they didn't bother asking. He would get over it after he got into a good fight. He always did.

"Those goddamned bitches. Why the hell do they 'ave to stare at me? It's so damn annoying." Ichigo snarled, slamming his fist into the fence surrounding the roof. The others listened, calmly eating their lunches. Ichigo glared at them, wishing that they would respond. However, they knew him too well so he just groaned and flopped down. Lying on his back, he steamed in silence for a while then sighed and dug around in his bag for his bento.

He leaned against the fence and opened the container to see what he had for lunch. He glanced down and sighed heavily. Rei nii-chan had gone overboard…like usual. The meal was just so…professional.

"Waaaah!" Renji exclaimed as he peered over Ichigo's shoulder, "I wish I could have that type of lunch! Do you have a girl, Ichi? Why didn't you tell us?" Ichigo shoved Renji away, his eyebrow twitching in annoyance.

"How many times do I have ta tell ya?" Ichigo growled, "I don't 'ave a girl an' I ain't plannin' on havin' one either. They're just so friggin' annoyin', screamin' like li'l sissies in need of a good beating. So just stop harpin' on an' on about this goddamn subject wouldja?"

"Hmm…" Renji looked thoughtful, "If ya don' have a girl, does that mean ya have a guy, Ichi?" That was a mistake…before he knew it, Renji found himself flat on his back, his face being pummeled in by his leader. Chad, Grimm, and Ulquiorra were all trying to pull Ichigo off of him, with no success. Finally, everyone else was helping and finally managed to peel Ichigo off of him.

After a few minutes, Ichigo calmed down some. He glared at Renji and said, "I don' 'ave a guy 'cause they're just as annoyin' as those friggin' girls. It's my big bro that's the friggin' cook."

Everyone froze at that, shock flitting over their faces. Ichigo never talked about his family; in fact, he hated it. He would actually beat the hell out of anyone who had dared to ask. And now here he was, volunteering information?! Had being pissed off by Renji knocked a screw loose in his head that made him talk about something they had wanted to know for years.

"What, ya bastards?" Ichigo glared, "Are ya that astonished that I 'ave a bro?" Everyone furiously shook their heads, jaws still stuck on the floor of Hell so they were unable to talk.

"Then what the hell is it, ya sonsabitches? Quit starin' at me like that, yer startin' ta remind me of those friggin' gaga girls." Ichigo snarled, glaring at his friends, whom seemed that they had all turned into rock. Well, with Chad it wasn't that surprising as he almost never spoke, but for the ever outgoing Inoue, Renji, and Rukia, it was seriously creeping him out.

No one dared to tell him why they were shocked; after all, they were afraid that if they did say it, then Ichigo would never open up to them again. However, it seemed as if their leader and friend had other plans for them.

"If one of ya doesn' tell me, then I swear, I'll pummel ya'll until yer a friggin' pulp!" Ichigo snarled, a truly murderous glare crossing his face. The outside students who also ate on the roof (it was huge) took one look at his face, packed up their things as quickly as they could, and stormed for the door. No one wanted to be a witness to a murder (because if they gave witness against THE Kurosaki, then they would die before they could say, "He did it.") The rooftop was utterly empty now except for Ichigo and the others. They squirmed under his smoldering glare. They didn't want to lose this chance but they didn't want to die yet. When Ichigo went into Kurosaki mode, his death threats were serious.

"We were surprised, because you don't usually trust us enough to talk about your family in front of us." Ulquiorra's calm voice cut through Ichigo's rage. Everyone glanced at Ulquiorra's blank face as he set down the book he had been reading. At his statement, Ichigo's shoulders slumped as he slowly processed the words. A sad, weary look crossed his face and he brushed his hand over his face as if he were extremely exhausted. At this, the others were filled with alarm. Had they said the wrong thing and caused Ichigo pain? It was rare that they got to see him unguarded.

"It's…it's not as if I don't trust you guys. I would trust my life to you guys in a fight, no matter what the circumstances," Ichigo murmured quietly, his face still hidden by his arm. "I just don't like talking about it, to anyone. I'm sorry if you thought it was because I didn't trust you." The others were stunned. They could count the number of times they had heard him apologize on the fingers of one hand, and they had been together for seven years now. But the thing that shocked them the most was that Ichigo, Kurosaki Ichigo, was using normal talk with them for the first time, not the usual drawling rough talk he used when around them and everyone else in the world. (of course, they don't know that he uses it with his family only.)

"Sorry, Ichi," Kenji muttered, his usual upbeat mood dampened, "We shouldn' 'ave thought that way." The others shifted, Grimm was tensed, repeatedly running his hand through his styled blue hair.

"Naw," Ichigo muttered, a sad smile gracing his features, "you guys were understanding enough to restrain yourself from asking all these years. I'll tell you sometime. When I feel like I'm ready. I'm really sorry, guys." They were all silent. It was their first time hearing Ichigo apologize twice in a time span of a year and he had said it twice in less than ten minutes! It must be really serious for him to be so upset about a subject like this, they were all communicating telepathically without letting Ichigo know. Of course, it was just a mutual understanding, not an actual telepathic conversation. But they had always thought that it was just because Ichigo hated his family, they hadn't known that it was something so serious. It was because their friend, the one they admired and respected as the strongest person they had ever met, rarely mentioned anything about himself. It was possible that he was also one of the most fragile people that they had met too.

There was a type of sadness they had sensed Ichigo. That he had overcome something that had changed him drastically. He had inhumane physical strength, stamina, and fighting ability. It was that that had attracted them to him. But now, they were learning more about him, that he was not all that he seemed.

AN: So there you have it…my first chapter of my first fanfic! I am most definitely going to update this thing, so I will not threaten you to review in order for you to have another chappie…because I don't have a good enough writing ability to do so. TT_TT I am so pessimistic, I know. But please deal with me as I try to sort my twistedness out. So please review, so I can know what you thought of my first try at writing fanfiction. I think that it turned out pretty well for my first try but I need your opinions! So I'm begging you! **throws myself on the ground and snivels**

Anyhoo…if you've read this…thank you! TT_TT **hails you, the reader, as my god/dess**

BAI-BAI! **waves frantically** See you later!

(this was a really long author's note…sorry!)