AU RenIchi/IchiRen and GrimmShiro/ShiroGrimm NON-semeuke

Ichigo tossed the tall college senior to the cafeteria wall and walked out of the cafeteria to go to his locker to pick up some books and went straight into his dorm. The dorm room which consisted of his albino twin, Shiro. "Ya looked pissed, bro. Did ya beat up someone since our first week of college 'ere?"

"Tch. You call me bro as if I was actually related to you. As for your second question, what does it matter? Apparently, assholes here are no different than the ones in highschool."

"Well, Zanny did accept ya into the family ever since that day."

Ichigo spoke calmy, eyes half closed and a look of a sad puppy. "Still, I just don't feel like part of you and Zangetsu-san, Shiro. And for kami's sake, I know that Shiro. You thought I would forget that day?"

The college freshman could never forget that day. The source of him barely moving on year by year. Causing flashbacks anytime someone dared to mention about it in front of him.

That day when a group of traffickers tried to kidnap him and his sisters while he was around nine. Due to the parents fighting back and injuring the thugs, the thugs shot down his sisters. Before they could shoot down Ichigo, Masaki took the blow. Her body weakening, she signalled Isshin to escape and keep Ichigo alive. Isshin was close to the door but got shot to the leg, making him fall. He opened the door, moving Ichigo out of the house. "Sorry, Ichigo. Please stay alive for all of us."

"Dad!"

Isshin closed the door, doing his best to block the door closed. "Dad!"

Ichigo, heeding his dad's words, ran away. As fast as his tiny body can do for him. The last glimpse he saw, was his burned down house. Tears formed in his eyes while running. The boy reached a public park and sat down near the river, rain gushing down from the sky. The rain meant nothing since he wrapped his arms over his knees and cried silently. His family was gone. Gone forever. "Yo kid."

Ichigo turned to see a tall woman wearing green long sleeves and skinnies, chains around the waist, and mauve-colored hair. She was holding onto a little boy, wearing all white except for the pinkish crimson hair. "Me?"

"Who else, brat?"

"Leave me alone. Who are you anyway?"

"Name's Saru. The kid next to me is Hebi"

"Hi...I guess..."

"Look, you're soaking wet, brat. I know a place you can go to. Yer house was the one that got burned down, right?"

"Yes. How di-"

"I will explain later. First Hebi and I will take you to Zangetsu's house to stay in for the time. Let's go."

Hebi showed his hand in front of Ichigo. Ichigo grabbed his hand and got up. Hebi shared his umbrella with Ichigo and the three walked away from the park.

"In the sense of moving on, yes."

Ichigo blinked back to reality and stared at Shiro. "Tch. As if you can relate, Shiro."

"Course I can't. My original parents abandoned me in the rain when I was an infant. Horoscopes convinced them I was a demon child. Why should I mourn for their deaths?"

Why should he anyway? It's not his fault he existed. In fact, Zangtesu was the only man he ever called father and Shirayuki, his mother. The two siblings found Shiro ten minutes after his parents left the infant to die on the cold, rainy weather. From then, they raised Shiro as their own kid. Whenever they had to work, they always called Saru and Hebi, their cousins, to play with him. Nine years later when Saru and Hebi found Ichigo in the rain, they took him in Zangetsu's house.

"Who is this?"

"Orphan. His parents and sisters are dead."

"The house that's on fire?"

"Yes."

Shirayuki's eyes widened. "Zangetsu. We sho-"

"We are. Shiro."

"Yeah, dad?"

"Meet Ichigo. He's going to be living with us."

"He's going to play with me, Zanny? Like a brother?"

"Yes..."

"Yay!"

Ichigo looked Shiro for a moment. The two shouted at the same time, "Hey! You look just like...me."

"I think they're going to have fun don't you, Zangetsu?"

"I'm sure they will, Shirayuki."

"My point exactly, Shiro. That's why you won't understand. What it's like...to-"

"Oi! Ichigo!"

"Gah!" The two look a likes stared at the crimson-haired man with the tattoos. He stared at Ichigo with concern in his eyes "Yo, Ichigo!"

"Renji! Can't you knock?"

"Irrelevant."

"Whatever."

"Care to explain why?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Too bad cause-"

Shiro's smart phone rung. He looked to see a text message from Grimmjow to come to the Tennis match occuring tonight. "Yo!" Shiro shouted.

"What?!" The two yelled, staring at Shiro.

"Can I g-"

"Yes!"

Jumping off the bed in shock and getting up on his feet, he dashed out of the room, grabbing his phone and shoes on the way out. Renji and Ichigo went back to staring at each other. "Explain. Now."

"Why? You never asked be-"

"Those times are different. I heard from Rukia that the asshole insulted you so bad it caused bitter rage in your eyes as if flames were in them. Is it true? What did the bastard tell you that made you sent him to the nearest hospital?"

Ichigo paused, staring at those crimson eyes full of concern and seriousness. Suddenly, flashbacks of the scene replaced Renji's face.

"Put that kid down!"

"Or what, gay freshie?"

"What does it fucking matter if I'm gay, asshole. Whoever brought you up was probably the same as you."

"Tch. Coming from the guy who has no family any more." The senior said, dropping the small sophomore to the ground.

Ichigo paused, flashbacks in his mind. He kneeled on the ground, head down and hands to his head, screaming. He could never forget that day.

"That's right, faggot! Cry. Cry like the gay ass you are!"

Ichigo clenched his fist. He made a fake attempt to punch him, then he kicked him in the ribs. While the senior winced in pain, Ichigo picked him up by the neck and dashed him to the wall, rage in his eyes and tears still flowing from his chocolate brown eyes. "I dare you to fucking say that again! That is, if you can talk, bastard!" Ichigo said, choking the senior with his tight grip. "Gah! I..."

Ichigo loosened his grip enough to let the senior catch a small breath. "Put me down! Now!"

He tightened his grip to the guy. At the point if it went beyond thirty seconds, the senior will be dead. "Gah...please...I...beg...you..."

Ichigo loosened his grip and tossed the guy to the trashcan.

"Ichigo?"

Ichigo shook his head than looked back at Renji. Renji lets go of Ichigo's hands and got off the bed he pushed Ichigo to in order to get details of the incident "I see. So what Rukia said was true."

Not that she never lied to him. But, at times, she often explained things in a more euphemistic manner at times of fight scenes. Ichigo got up into a sitting position, legs double shoulder width apart, his hands on top of the knees. He stared fourty five degrees down to the cold tile floors. "Ichigo."

"I'm not in the mood now. Anyways, I got to change clothes. Going to sleep. Can you close your eyes?"

"What's the point? I got to change and sleep too," Renji said. Sighing, Ichigo proceeded to take off his shirt and pants, leaving him his boxers and pendant on him. Renji opened his eyes. Renji too was in his boxers. He took notice from Grimmjow's mirror, he saw something on Ichigo's back. Black, like his own tattoos. "Ichigo."

"Hm?"

"When did you get that giant tattoo?"

"Eh?"

Ichigo turned his head towards the mirror. That tattoo. He looked back at Renji. "What about it?"

"When, moron?"

Ichigo sighed. "Couple of weeks after graduating highschool. Why?"

"You had it for two months?"

"Where were you when I entered the University a week ago?"

"That's not the point. Why?"

"What do you mean why? You have them too. Not the reason why I got one."

"Answer the question."

"Because..." Ichigo sighed. "Gah. How am I go-"

"Just try."

"The rain was the weather during that nightt Saru and Hebi found me and took me to Zangetsu's house. The moon is for Getsuga, part of Zangetsu's name when he took me as family and Shiro, my foster brother. Also, it was new moon that night of the incident."

"Your name is also written there too. After the words 'black moon rising'."

"The day my mom told me what my name meant. I wish I could've protected them back then. Till that day, I feared of anyone trying to protect me and I always tried to improve my self defense and combat through Tatsuki helping me out. From there, I wanted to protect others. So, they wouldn't ever face what I went through nor have any suffering to them. I'm no saint though. I can't risk myself helping everyone I see." Ichigo clenched his fists. "But at the same time, I refuse to watch others getting hurt by my own eyes."

Ichigo sat down on his bed, elbows on knees and hands to his forehead. "Tch. I'm sure you find me crazy, Renji. You're my boyfriend afterall. Boyfriend to a kid that can't let go of his past."

"I don't."

Ichigo looked in shock to see Renji too in his boxers, talking to him. Ichigo turned to Renji, giving Renji the chance to pull him into an embrace, heads over eachother's shoulders. "You're a lot of things, Ichigo. But crazy isn't one of them. It will never be one of them, Ichigo. Remember that."

"Renji-"

"Yeah?"

"I think I know what I want to protect."

"What's that?"

"Tch. You'd laugh at me if I told you."

"Would not."

"You serious?"

"Hell yeah."

Ichigo pointed at Renji's chest, making Renji point at himself questioned. "Me?"

Ichigo turned around, trying to hide the strawberry colored blush in his face. "Yeah."

Renji chuckled. "Why would you be turning away after saying that?"

Renji turned Ichigo towards him to see the blush Ichigo was hiding from him. Renji then pushes himself and Ichigo down to the bed. He pulled the blanket to cover both him and Ichigo, their arms holding eachother's bodies. "Ren-"

"Let's sleep already."

Ichigo saw his eyes slowly closing as well as his own. "Night, Ren."

"Night, Ichi."

...

"Awesome game there, blue."

"Tch. No sweat, whitey. Alright, maybe some but not much."

"Might as well shower or I'm sleeping in the closet."

"Pffft! As if I'd go straight to bed all soaked up!"

Shiro opens the door to see two redheads sleeping like a married couple. Arms wrapped together, bodies facing eachother to gain warmth. Their foreheads, chins, and noses touched, forming a thin heart shape inbetween their mouths. Shiro and Grimmjow tiptoed past the two love bird's bed and started changing clothes, Grimmjow going straight to the shower. After Grimmjow finished his shower, the two plopped down to their bed as if it was a trampoline sending them to the ceiling.