Ichigo walked through the street's know exactly where he wanted to go. He was so frustrated with himself. He was getting sick of it, he knew he could do better but no matter how hard he tried he still couldn't. He still fucked up in the end. He couldn't protect those close to him, he couldn't keep those close to him as his, he couldn't do any of that.
He finally looked up from his feet realising he was only a couple meter's away from where he wanted to be. He knocked on the old door.
The house he stood in front of was old and dilapidated, but it had character and relaxed Ichigo.
The door swung open and Ichigo felt the sense he was looking into a mirror.
"Hey Shiro," Ichigo smiled sadly. The white copy of himself looked into his eyes and knew immediately why he was here.
He opened the door and closed it as soon as Ichigo was through the door.
"So, what's wrong?" Shiro said hugging Ichigo from behind and walking him to the new couch.
Though the outside of the house looked old inside it was a completely different story. Shirosaki was in all sense a interior designer, even though he didn't have the piece of paper to show for it, since he nearly killed one of his lectures and was expelled from his Uni. The asshole deserved it though, he was always onto Shiro about how his designs were way to weird for anyone to like, which was total bull. The Lecturer was going to fail Shiro for the fifth time that year but he made a mistake.
'White fucking idiot.' Is one thing you do NOT say to Shiro.
Ichigo turned around hugging Shiro with all his might, he sighed and broke away.
And before Ichigo could help himself he was venting like the looney he was. Telling the man everything that had happened between the last time they'd talked and now, which had been at least four months.
Shiro didn't take in all of it but he could tell that Ichigo was struggling with not having the Red fuck around him anymore, and it just weighed on top of Ichigo's shoulders making everything else pull him down.
Shiro sighed as Ichigo plopped down onto the couch and put his head into his hands. He put his arm around his coloured copy and held him until Ichigo became relaxed.
"Sorry, Shiro. I shouldn't do this to you. It's just, you're the only one I can really talk to like this. The only one where it's okay to break down, scream and do whatever the hell I want to do." Shiro chuckled.
"That's only because I'm ya humble servant, King." Shiro felt the chuckle that came out of Ichigo's body. He looked over at the clock standing up grabbing his keys then coming and helping Ichigo off of the couch.
"Come on, I'll take ya home and give you cuddles." Shiro said mockingly but knowing the he and Ichigo knew that he would hold the other.
They walked out of Shiro's house and followed a small path to the garage. Shiro unlocked the rolling door and flinged it up motioning to Ichigo to hold the door open for him.
He straddled the FJR1300 motorbike, which was his baby. The bike was the sexiest thing he owned. It was sleek fast and was black as the night sky.
Shiro turned the key and listened to it purr as he rolled it out of the garage.
Ichigo dropped the door after Shiro, grabbing the helmet which Shiro always made him wear. As soon as Ichigo was comfortable they speed off towards Ichigo's complex.
Nnoitra laughed at the smaller woman as he teased her about her height. The group was trudging back to their apartments after a night out celebrating their completed move. The were in the car park, standing around and talking as Grimmjow and Nnoitra had a smoke. The last thing they were expecting was for a motorbike to nearly take the group out as it parked into the parking space closest to the stairs.
"Watch were the FUCK your going asshole!" Grimmjow yelled at the two individuals who were now getting off their motorbike. One was wearing a helmet the other wasn't Grimmjow and Nnoitra stalked violent towards them, pausing at the almost feral grin they recieved. That was the only thing that made them stop, the guy in question was white and looked nearly exactly like their neighbour.
"You could have fucking hurt someone driving like that you dumb albino!" Nnoitra yelled.
The white guy all but lunged at Nnoitra his eyes screaming death upon him, but he only got a centimetres before he was grabbed.
"Shiro, chill." Ichigo removed his helmet sighing that his neighbours and letting go of Shiro and walking straight to the staircase. He was tired it was nearly 4:30am and he had a fight in nearly 12 hours.
"Oi, Ichi, where you going? I thought you had my back when people insulted me!" Ichigo turned and looked at his friend.
"I'm tired, I have a fight tomorrow and I want those fucking cuddles. Hurry up or I'll lock you out." Ichigo stated obviously to exhausted to care about anything. Shiro got the hint.
"Sorry, King. I'll be right there, don't lock me out, ok?" Ichigo grunted as an okay, walking the remaining stairs and disappearing onto the third floor where his apartment was.
Shiro turned to the group. "Look, I don't care who ya are, where ya come from, but don't fucking call "albino" or "white", okay?" Nnoitra and Grimmjow were just about to response to the Shiro when Ulquiorra moved in front of them.
"Sorry, these two don't know how to respect anyone."
"HEY!" Grimmjow and Nnoitra yelled at Ulquiorra obviously not happy with the statement.
Shiro just nodded at the other man and walked up the stairs and disappeared before anything else could be said.
Shiro woke to the obnoxious sound of knocking, ignoring it he tried to keep sleeping, but the sound just continued. He sighed, feeling Ichigo stir against him. He carefully removed himself from Ichigo's arms and walked to the door to get rid of the noisy person who threatened to wake Ichigo from the much needed sleep.
"Yeah?" Shiro said swinging open the door to reveal a Red Head. "Oh, it you, you Red Fuck." Shiro said leaning against the door frame, in nothing but black boxers.
Renji looked at Shiro with surprise, he hadn't seen Shiro since the beginning of High School, when he had been expelled.
"Y-yo. Ichigo here?" Renji said peering around trying to see into the apartment.
Shiro stepped out the door and closed it behind him.
"What if he is? You think I'm going to let you see him after you did that to him?" Shiro all but growled out. Renji scowled knowing that he was up against a very protective Shiro.
"Look he said that it wasn't working either! It was mutual!" Renji said in annoyance to the white version of his Ex.
"Yeah, then why the FUCK did he come to my place last night in a complete reck!" Shiro pushed off against the door he was leaning on and shoved the Red head.
Renji stumbled back and hit something warm. He looked around to see a blue haired man only a few inches taller then himself staring him down with a garbage bag in one hand and a smoke hanging from his lips.
"Sorry." Renji muttered looking back at Shiro. "Push me again you ass and I will punch you." He said pointing at Shiro, not realising that Grimmjow hadn't left and watched on with interest.
"Bring it the fuck on, Red. I will happily kill you in one punch." The door behind Shiro opened slightly revealing a tired looking Ichigo.
"If you two are going to fight, I will hurt you both." Renji and Shiro both froze in slight terror knowing that even though Ichigo was tired he could still pack a punch that could rival a god's.
Grimmjow chuckled and smiled warmly at Ichigo. The slight blush on the other face told him that he had seen it and liked it. Ichigo smiled a small shy smile back and closed the door leaving the three men there.
"What the fuck you laughing at asshole?!" Renji said grabbing at Grimmjow's shirt.
Grimmjow frowned droping the bag of garbage and grabbing the two hands attached to tank top, holding them with enough force that Renji grimaced in pain and released him. Grimmjow kept his grip.
"Don't fight me, Red. By the sounds of it you hurt Ichi, and I don't appreciate that." He released the hands he held and grabbed the garbage and walked towards the stairs.
"I would get out of here if I were you, there's two verse one. You don't want to deal with that." Shiro smirked at the frown the showed on Renji's face as he turned and left passing Grimmjow on his way down. Grimmjow walked up the stairs and toward Shiro.
"So, Grimmjow." He extended a hand. Shiro took the offered hand shake.
"Shirosaki."
"Sorry about last night."
"Don't worry about it."
"What'd that fucker do to Ichi?"
Shiro looked a Grimmjow examining the man.
"Cheated." he finally said accepting that the man was decent enough. "They dated for nearly a year and a half and the Asshole went out with a friend one night and went home with someone. He came back the next day apologising to Ichigo and saying he'd fallen in love with someone. Fucker didn't think about the fact that they had dated for that long and Ichigo had loved him."
"What about now?" Grimmjow asked.
"What about what?" Shiro said confused.
Grimmjow nodded toward the door Shiro was leaning on again, "He still in love with the guy?"
Shiro shrugged, "Don't think so. Ichigo's just lonely, they pretty much lived with each and did everything together. Suddenly not having him there is taking a toll on him." Shiro looked straight into Grimmjow's eyes. Grimmjow was kinda unnerved by the gold eyes which he hadn't notcied until just then.
"You wanna come instead and have coffee?" Shiro said opening the door, Grimmjow folded. Shiro quickly went about making the instant coffee. Grimmjow walked around the small flat, picking up a framed picture that caught his attention. In the frame was a picture of six people, two little girls only toddlers and two boys who he could clearly indentify as Shiro and Ichigo. They were sitting down at a picnic all looking towards the person taking a picture. Grimmjow looked at the man who was in the bar the other night and the woman with beautiful long orange hair was like Ichigo's.
"That's tha family."
"Your his brother then?" Grimmjow said putting down the photo and taking the offered cup of coffee.
"Twins." Shiro sipped at his coffee the warm liquid sliding down this throat. "The girls are twins too. Our little sisters." Shiro said smiling warmly. "That's Goat Face, Old Man, Dad, depending on if he was annoying you or not. And Mum. She was beautiful, yeah?" Grimmjow nodded drinking from his cup and listening to Shiro talk. In all honesty he thought that Shiro would be an ass-hat, but listening to him now he could tell the man was kind and caring. "She passed away," Grimmjow's head flicked up from his coffee staring into the gold eyes which were stuck on the photo.
"We were Eight. Some asshole thought she was to beautiful, and killed her... Right in front of Ichigo." Shiro frowned at the memory of the time. He hadn't been there but he remembered the sobs that overcame his twin.
He sobbed contineously for days, not eating, not drinking, he was lifeless. Until on the fifth day Isshin took him to the major hospital owned by one of his old friends and had a tube stuck down Ichigo's throat to try and get some nutrients into him. They had to sedate his twin because he kept trying to take the tube out.
Shiro had to make a bargain with Ichigo, saying if he ate and drank what the Doctor's wanted him to then they wouldn't put the tube down his throat. It worked, Ichigo stopped crying that day, stopped complaining, he stopped being a kid.
"Ichigo use to smile more." Shiro smiled looking down at the ground blinking quicker then usual.
Grimmjow stood in silence as the man in front of him tried to keep his dignity. Shiro looked up.
"We use to play, fight, act like kids, as soon as Mum left, it was all over. Our childhood was gone. Yuzu started doing all the house work even though she was only six. Karin became nearly like a body guard for Yuzu. I started to earn money. By earning I mean stealing, I stole money to treat the girls, to give them dolls or any toys that would make them back into kids. Ichigo however..." Shiro looked away. "He thought as himself as a burden, he thought he was useless, he stopped crying, stopped complaining, he thought that if he withdraw his emotions he would become invisible and save us the worry of having him about. He thought we blamed him for her death." Shiro shock his head. Almost forgetting that he was pretty much talking to a complete stranger.
"Anyway, there's a history listen, here?" He said taking the empty coffee cup off of Grimmjow.
"Why'd you tell me all that?" Grimmjow said looking at Shiro in slight confusion.
Shiro looked blankly back at him shrugging.
"Maybe because I forgot you were there. Or maybe it's because you made him smile." Shiro looked at Grimmjow smiling softly at him. "I'm sure you know where the door is." He stuck his tongue out.
Grimmjow took the hint and left, thanking Shiro for the coffee and leaving walking back to his flat that he lived in with Nel.
He opened the door, sighing and looking down at his feet in thought.
"What's up, Grimmy?" Nel said. Grimmjow looked at his little sister.
"Nothing much, just found out the Albino from last night was Ichigo's twin brother. He's actually a decent guy." He said sitting down and eating the toast that Nel had made him while he was out putting out the rubbish.
