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Ichigo snarled loudly and stalked towards Aizen.
"There you are you sick fuck! I bet this is all just Kyōka Suigetsu at work, isn't it? I have to say, it's really complex this time, I didn't think it could do this kind of illusion!" Ichigo exclaimed. Aizen let his eyes slide to his nurse and Ichigo's twin, Shiro. Shiro shrugged before he let his shoulders sag as he stared longingly at his brother. Ulquiorra merely shook his head, the raven-headed nurse had never met someone who'd thought they were in an alternate reality. Aizen cleared his throat and brought Ichigo's attention back to the brown haired doctor.
"It is not kind to refer to the man whose been caring for you for the past six years as a 'sick fuck', though I can understand if you are confused on where you are. I've been informed you believe this isn't where you're from?" Aizen inquired, his pen at the ready to record all the orangette has to say. Ichigo scowled and looked away.
"Like hell I'll tell you anything you pompous bastard. I bet all of you are in on this! Why the fuck won't you just admit it already! I know you knocked me out in our battle now let me free of your illusion!" The orangette roared, he was seething. Ichigo just wanted to go home to his sisters and crazy father, not be stuck in a hospital where everyone was telling him he doesn't understand! A small whimpering caused him to look over and see Shiro holding back tears and hugging himself. Ichigo could barely make out the albino whispering, 'He doesn't remember, oh god he doesn't remember!' to himself.
Aizen sighed and ran a hand through his hair, Ichigo was, by far, his hardest patient so far to get to cope with coming out of a coma. The brunette pinched the bridge of his nose. He would just have to tell Ichigo all the information he had and hope the orangette would take it as the truth.
"Ichigo, please calm down for just a few minutes so I can tell you what I know." Ichigo scowled at Aizen but settled down onto the bed, "I know you don't believe what we are all saying but just listen. Six years ago you were returning from...work and you were hit by a truck. Within a year you were all fixed up and ready to go. The only problem was that you weren't waking up, we watched you for years to see if you would wake up. You had high brain activity and your dear brother was here everyday for you, but you never woke up. Eventually, we gave up on getting you to wake up and put you in a room by yourself. Ulquiorra here has been coming by to make sure you're feed and your bedpan emptied." Aizen finished telling Ichigo what had happened and stared at the confusion written across the orangette's face.
"You mean to tell me, everything I know is a lie?" Ichigo asked in a small voice, his wide eyes trying to read the emotions on Aizen's face. The brunette walked forward and gently rubbed the orangette's back.
"I know this is hard, but this is how it is sometimes. You are currently at Hueco Mundo hospital located in Tokyo, Japan." Aizen watched as Ulquiorra slipped from the room to give the men some space. The brunette then motioned for Shiro to come comfort his brother, the albino whipped his eyes and clamored onto the bed and clung to Ichigo.
"Hey King, since Doc's tellin' ya all about what happened, I'ma tell ya some too. We live together in a flat on the outskirts of the city, I work full time and you were wantin' to go to college, we just didn't have the money before yer accident. Ya been gone a long while, yer twenty-eight now." Shiro was fighting back tears, being reunited only to see that your loved one didn't remember you was hard. Ichigo slowly nodded at the information he was taking in. So he wasn't a substitute shinigami, he was a man in his twenties that wanted to go to college for...
"Hey, uh, twin, what did I want to go to college for?" Ichigo asked as he watched the albino sniff and rub his nose.
"Ya wanted to go for art, graphic design and stuff. I've still got yer laptop and tablet at home if ya wanna see if you can remember how ya made yer awesome pictures. By the way, I'm Shiro." Shiro smiled sloppily, there were tear tracks that made his white skin shine brightly.
"So what was my job?" Ichigo asked, interested but still apprehensive of the whole situation, for all he knew this could just be an illusion by Aizen. Shiro looked away uncomfortably and Aizen was scribbling on his clipboard. "Well?"
"Well, you were a, uh, how do I put this-"
"What your brother is trying to say is, you were a prostitute." Aizen cut in, not even looking up from his writing. Ichigo gaped, thoughts flying through his mind and hyper speed. 'A prostitute?! Of all the things I could be, I chose to be a prostitute?'
"What- why- I don't-" Shiro cut his off by cupping his face.
"It's okay King, you weren't exactly willing. Yer pimp was a dick and I'm glad I'll never have to see his sorry ass again. He made you work the streets where all the rough clients are, so ya came home pretty bruised and beat most of the time. If I ever see yer pimp's flashy hair again I'll kill 'em right then and there!" Shiro growled, he held Ichigo tight in his grasp, as if losing the touch of his twin would cause him to lose his sanity.
"I'll pretend I didn't hear that. Mr. Kurosaki, if you feel comfortable you may leave the hospital with your brother." Aizen said, he looked up from his clipboard and handed the orangette his release forms.
"Come on King! We can go home and be a family for once!" Shiro practically bounced with excitement, his smile was wide and full of happiness. Ichigo only smiled back softly, his twin had found a way into his heart even if he didn't remember all there times together before this. A clearing of a throat made him tear his eyes from his brother and look at the doctor.
"Do call if you remember anything before your this, and Shiro if he gets hurt in any way you need to bring him in so he doesn't go into shock and fall back into a coma." Ichigo and Shiro nodded before the orangette scrawled his signature on the release forms.
Shiro practically dragged Ichigo back into their apartment and set about showing Ichigo around. The layout was a simple two bedroom flat with one of the bedrooms turned into a study.
"So, there's only one bed, what'd you do with mine?" Ichigo asked, glancing around the bedroom.
"Well, we used'ta share a bed, and I guess I figured we still could.." Shiro trailed off and looked away, "But I guess I could sleep on the couch if you aren't comfortable with us sleeping together." Ichigo felt bad, this was his brother who he'd left alone for six years, even if he couldn't remember him as more than a hollow that'd lived inside him.
"I guess we can try sleeping together, but just this once and if I don't like it we aren't doing it agai- oof!" Ichigo was cut off when Shiro leaped and tackled him to the ground.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you! Ya don't know how lonely it is ta sleep alone for six years when yer used to another body with ya!" Shiro exclaimed as he hugged Ichigo tight. The orangette smiled weakly and gently hugged back. It was different, but not something he couldn't get used to.
"So the Berry's awake, yeah? It's about damn time, I've been waiting six years for the fine ass of my best worker to wake up!" A sinister grin stretched across full lips. He was so going to teach the berry a lesson about leaving without warning when he saw him next. A pink tongue slid over sharper than normal teeth as his cyan eyes danced with longing. He was looking forward to punishing his fine berry.
And our big bad seme is introduced! XD Expect a really sadistic Grimmjow in this story.
