Vaerin: Here's the next one! Be glad you get two chapters for an opening!
Rye: Also any flames will be used for target practice on Aizen!
Aizen: Why, that's not very nice-
Both: GET OUT OF A/N BOX! -kick his ass-
Shiro: Same warnings and disclaimer!
Chapter 1
~Time Skip- 17 years later~
"Girls! Time for school!" a cheerful male voice calls.
Twin calls of 'we're coming' trail from up the stairs, his body swinging off the banister childishly as he walks away. He turns to see his darling wife hunched over the stove, a look of concentration on her face as she reads from the cook book… an attempt at making a good breakfast for once. He says nothing to disturb her thoughts, but frowns at the innocent manila envelope sitting on his kitchen table… a report from his side business. He quickly puts a smile on his face as twin girls run into the kitchen; his pride and joy times two! The older one has blonde hair much like his own with lily white skin; her eyes are a bright gold like his wife's. The younger hops over to their mother's side and smiles, her violet purple hair a few shades lighter than Yorouchi's but still a near perfect match. Her skin is a golden bronze that leaves many jealous and her eyes match his own grayish green ones.
"Saki,Berrydid you complete your homework last night?" he asks in a teasingly stern voice that make both shiver nervously.
"Yes, dad," they chimed together.
He nods as their mother finally turns off the stove, bringing over the food to sit it down before everyone. They smile and grab their forks after saying thanks… but no one dares to tuck into the questionable sustenance delivered.
"What?" she finally asks after staring her family down.
"Yorouchi, my minx, you know I love you with all my heart… but please tell me… did you follow the book exactly as it says?" the blonde questions.
He knows it's risking her wrath and such a thing is absolutely unthinkable on her good days, but at the same time he wants to know how big of a risk he's putting himself in. And his daughters, of course! It's all for the precious apples of his eye.
"Yes. To the 'T'… Fine! I'll taste it you big chicken! Can't even die for your cubs!"
The comment is hissed, her ears lying flat in mock anger as she cuts a bit of her food. She's hesitant herself, he golden eyes cutting to her patient family waiting with baited breath, and pops it into her mouth. They watch her closely, but when she doesn't drop dead or run out of the room to find the nearest bathroom they risked a bite themselves. The twins make mild frowns, but eat all the same, while their father chokes down his morning mug of coffee.
"Yorouchi, what is in this!" he gasps in shock.
"Oh that was the first attempt… I didn't like the mustard and radish sauce on it so I made three more without it… They're kinda plain, but oh well. I can at least make south western styled omelets without killing my family… for the most part," she states when he runs to the bathroom, the girls laughing.
"Poor dad…"Berrygiggles under her breath.
She gets up to make him a two egg sandwich, ever the kind and thoughtful twin. Her sister sticks out her tongue childishly, murmuring a sarcastic 'kiss ass' that's immediately answered by a mimicking tongue. A thought sticksBerryand she looks to their mother with a slight feline tilt to her head.
"Was that really the first attempt?"
"No… more like the twentieth one…." she admits sheepishly.
Both twins roll their eyes and shake their heads. It's no big surprise their mother can't cook, as it's been seventeen years and it would seem she just learned to boil water a month ago. She tries and that's all that matters to the twins… the blackmail and teasing ammo is always welcome, however.
"Ma, ya shouldn' cook, ya kno'? Queenie's betta dan ya…" Saki snorts in humor.
It's normal by now to hear her dulcet tones expressed in such a manner. Saki has always talked like the local trash, but still somehow manages to make sense. To them anyway, probably not everyone else unless they grow up on street fighting and alcohol. Yorouchi tried to break her of the habit, yet the girl is stubborn just like her twin… just like her. A soft smile touches her lips at the thought.
"I know Berry-tan's a better cook, I just didn't want her cooking all the time… Your father can't boil water!" Yorouchi defends herself in an afterthought. "And when have you cooked anything that didn't involve the microwave?"
She hisses that out with a pointed glare, her tail stiffening as Saki chuckles sheepishly. At the challenging comment, as normally happens since she's only challenged in fights, her eyes take on a wild and crazed look. Yorouchi sighs and waves her older daughter off absently.
"Finish eating or you'll both be late... Berry-tan, are you working after school today?"
"No, but Orihime wanted me to come with her and Tatsuki to shop for some clothes... They also wanted me to join them for a sleepover,"Berrygrins.
Berry's finished eating a short while before making her father an edible breakfast, so caught in her constant morning cycle she hasn't even noticed how far she's gotten. As always,Berryhas started cleaning up her plates.
"I dun t'ink dat's a good idea, Queenie..." her twin frowns. "Tatsuki's an Alpha Bitch... She'll pounce ya!"
"As if you don't do the same... Stop calling me Queenie!"Berryhisses.
Saki snickers at her comment, again sticking out her tongue to provoke the other. Incensed, the younger throws the sponge in her hand at her twin before washing off her hands and drying them.
"So mean!" the other whines before getting up and tossing her plate into the sink.
She ducks a half-hearted swing from her younger sister, knowingBerrywon't hit her even if she doesn't move. The two squabble on their way to the door, grabbing up their bags and heading out.
"C'mon, Queenie. I'll giv' ya a lift... La'er Ma! Pops!" Saki shouts, voice suddenly dropping a few pitches as she popped a raspberry flavored sucker into her mouth.
"I'm coming,"Berryhuffs.
She hugs their mother, the two grinning as their father roams back toward the dining room. He sighs in relief at the sight of the sandwich made for him, his eyes shining with gratefulness toward his precious violet haired daughter. Berry smiles and hugs her father tightly before leaving, growling in a low voice at her twin for suddenly changing things up before leaving the house.
As soon as they heard Saki's four-seated convertible peel out of the drive way, both parents sigh as though a huge weigh has been lifted off their shoulders. Kisuke pins his wife with a calculating eye, a frown on his normally grinning lips.
"Yorouchi... they are growing boys, they can't keep dressing like this... One day they'll get caught and it'll be a mess if anyone finds out," he sighs.
He gets up and pulls the cougar onto his lap, the female growling in annoyance. This is never her favorite topic. Kisuke loves his wife, she's a Panther but her breed is cougar. Yorouchi is one of those rare anomalies within one of three breeds, the cub being born with completely black fur. Her ears drop as her tail curls up in a sulky manner, even if her face remains passive.
"I'll be out of town for a few days... it seems some trouble happened at one of my shops. Promise me you'll keep the boys out of trouble?"
"Kisuke... this isn't fair," She sulks as she leans into him.
Kisuke sighs, he knew he wasn't being fair to his wife; she's always wanted a daughter and then Saki andBerrycame into their lives. Even though they're betas they were still boys; it's probably just his human mind thinking too much again. He kisses along the black cougar's neck and grins widely at the low grumble that resembles a purr the action draws, though not quite as natural sounding as he wanted it the sound still means she's calmed down.
"I'm sorry, our 'girls' will always be your girls, but the reality is they are both boys... Besides the compromise is working well with them," Kisuke murmurs getting a snort from her.
"Fine... but they are still my little girls. Anyone besides you… and them… who says otherwise will get my foot for breakfast," she hissed. "Go do what you need to do, but remember-"
"I know. See you in a few days?"
"Just like that? No hug or kiss, not even making sure I don't stray from you and find another alpha to satisfy me?" she purrs seductively.
He's caught off guard by the comment, as Yorouchi very rarely gets playful after an argument concerning their twins, but it slowly sinks in. He grins with a mixture of perverseness and childish joy, shoving the remaining dishes onto the floor and not caring that he would have to replace them.
"Well when you put that way..."
Saki pulls into the school's parking lot and gets out as Berry does the same, both girls quickly fix their uniforms and gather their books into their arms before heading into the building… they hurry in just as the warning bell rings. The halls are packed and girls from all over were racing back and forth, mixed humans and Demis racing back and forth as the two weave their way down the halls. As soon asBerry's safely in her class, Saki makes a b-line for the girl's bathroom to ditch for the day; she doesn't want to deal with back to back tests on shit that doesn't even matter. Once safely out of school and off the grounds Saki makes a mad dash for a bookstore near the school, but still far enough that no one would notice her. Once there, she glides in as discretely as possible. Saki slips into the men's bathroom unnoticed, quickly locking the door and changing her clothes...
-10 minutes later-
Knock. Knock.
"Is anyone in there? I gotta go!" a voice calls impatiently.
"'Old yer 'orses!"
The tone that answers isn't Saki's normal feminine tone, but a much more masculine one. The rude comment is growled in that low voice, filled with irritation and a hint of bloodlust, before the toilet flushes and the sound of someone washing their hands follows. The door opens up to reveal a blue eyed male with black hair and green highlights. His blue tongue is pierced with a bar and ball piercing and he has a sucker in his mouth as he grabs his bag, slinging it over his shoulders before striding out with an almost arrogant air of confidence in every step.
"Shit, can' e'en take a leak in 'eace... da john's all yer's..."
Walking out of the store, he looks around the streets before making his way down the road. The few people out and about at this hour stare at him with mixed looks of fear, lust, and disgust. He's dressed in skin tight dark wash jeans that have more holes than a wheel of Swiss cheese, his black army boots are littered in buckles and chains, and his fish net long sleeve shirt is covered by a sleeveless hoodie. The black stands out on his lily white skin, which is usually what he loves to dress for… standing out. His arms are littered in black and white bangles, sweat bands and a few silver arm bands his ma got him for his 14th birthday.
His eyes scan around for something fun to do, his wide smile growing more so when he catches some punks betting on street fights down an alleyway. Spitting out the stick of his sucker and popping a new one into his mouth, he strolls on over.
"'ey, min' if I join ya? I got 200 on me..." he grins, flashing the wad of cash.
"Ya bettin' or fighin'?" a burly teen asked.
A smoke is lit and held between his lips, a cash box under his rump with a note book for keeping tallies and records sits on his knee.
"I prefer bettin' dun' wan' my Ma ta kick my ass again... She's pretty scary when angry," he laughs.
The sheepish statement has a purpose, his every comment and movement always has a purpose. He laughs a bit more as the others take his bait thinking he's a rich, sissy mama's boy trying to rebel a little.
"Dun' ya worry 'bout yer ma, kid! We'll play all nice like, yeah?" the burly male asked the others who all snickered and nodded. "An' ta be fair, ya can fight my li'l bro... he's tough, but still a pussy."
The man laughs, sending looks toward the others for them to join in. They do almost immediately; always ready to dupe another stupid rich boy. After they get their kicks, the male turns to the newcomer and smirks.
"Say, what's yer name kid?"
"M'name's Tsuki..." he grins." Nice ta meet ya..."
The lunch bell finally rings asBerrystands up from her desk and wanders down the hall to her sister's chemistry class. She waits for her sister as she counts the girls exiting the room. When the teacher comes out last, she shakes her head and heads off to the roof where she and her friends hang out. As she steps onto the roof a cheerful bunny hugs her as a more serious one stares at her.
"Saki ditched didn't she,Berry?" the more serious one frowns as a tigress walks over and wraps her arms around the two girls still hugging.
"Rukia, you sound so surprised... Hi Orihime! Hey, Tatsuki,"Berrygreets the two holding her before pulling away from them. "What's up?"
"Nii-sama's letting me stay at Ori's tonight as long as you go... With three betas against one alpha will be fine, he says," Rukia sighs before pulling out some carrot cake and munching on it.
"You are coming right, Berry?" Orihime asks.
"Yep! Saki may join us later, but I don't know if she has work or not..." she smiles as they sat down to eat and pretty much chat about nothing.
-Elsewhere-
"... Now are you going to tell me or does my associate have to do it again?" a low voicequestions.
A man sits bound to a chair, a cloth tied tightly over his face as his head is yanked back by another man's fist. He gasps and attempts to moves away as water is slowly poured over his face, the male coughing and sputtering as his lungs begin to burn. They beg for air as his body tries to reject the water starving it of precious oxygen. Waving a hand, the man stops and lets the other's head fall forward where he coughs and spits, breathing in raspy gasps.
"Who sent you? What do they want with me?" he asks calmly once more.
"... Like I'd talk faggot..."
"..."
The man stiffens before calmly getting up and leaving the darkened room. As the door opens up, a table with photos is illuminated. As the door closes, however, a single gunshot echoes throughout the mostly empty room. Blood splatters the photos as the man sighs and pulls off the gloves he wears before he dumps them, pulling on new ones and retrieving a cell phone from his pocket. Dialing a number, he only waits for a moment before hearing another's voice.
"I need a favor..."
Rye: And we are done! So... can you guess who's who yet!
Vaerin: I wonder if they can get it?
Shiro: I bet they won't.
Rye: If they can guess who's who and get at least 3 correct, your wearing a dress next A/N!
Vaerin: So if you want to see Shiro in a dress next chapter's opening Author's Notes, review!