I didn't know what to update, so I just went with what you guys asked for. I hope you don't mind =) Asylum might be tomorrow's update, I don't know yet. Either that or Jail. Today I think I'll finish that doll, Naruto needs hair and clothes ;p Maybe I'll work on my books afterward... I've been putting them off. I really need to go shopping, I need to get the fabrics and stuff for my cosplay outfits. I need them in June and have to make like three of them before that. I don't think I'll make my little cousins, though. She hasn't been over to help at all and I can't afford to buy all that stuff for a one time use. Besides, she most likely won't buy the two things I told her she'll need to for her outfit. If she's not putting in any money or effort, I'm not helping out. =(
Shiro: Meany ;p
Soi Fon: I see the logic in her decision. Just because you're a parasite, doesn't mean she has to deal with any.
Vae: I didn't say parasite ^^;
Soi Fon: Same thing to me.
Ichi: Wow... You guys are horrible.
Grimm: Does this mean we get to leave and go play somewhere? =3
Ichi: *sighs and walks off*
Grimm: Awesome! My libido's gonna be so happy with you two around! X3 *follows Ichi*
Chapter 3
The minute Ichigo's mind wakes, he knows something isn't right… well, besides the fact he fell asleep in that damn bra Soi Fon made him. He always wakes up with tense muscles from sleeping oddly when that happens. Without making a sound or giving away that he's awake with a change in breathing, Ichigo peeks a single eye open and surveys his surroundings. He's in a large room, decorated as though it were taken straight from a magazine. The bed Ichigo lies on is large, queen sized, and there are a lot of pillows tossed about it. The way they lay tips Ichigo off to the haste they were knocked aside. Whoever kidnapped him didn't bother with straightening them, leaving them where they fell in favor of making Ichigo comfortable. And comfortable he is.
He slides from the bed slowly, finding himself still in the nightshirt he fell asleep in. His abductor most likely believes the illusion Ichigo is a female, which stands in the orange head's favor. On silent and bare feet, Ichigo creeps across the room toward the window… and stills when the bedroom door is opened. Gasping in surprise, which he'll say was an act to his dying day, Ichigo whirls about to stare at the man before him.
"You look like a deer in the headlights of a semi," Grimmjow chuckles in humor. "Are you okay? You don't have to freak out, you're safe now."
"… Who are you?" Ichigo demands bravely. "Where am I? Why am I here?"
"Calm down, you're fine. I saved you from the streets," the blue haired man grins. "I'm Pantera, but you can call me Grimmjow! Feel special, no one outside my gang calls me that on a daily basis. What am I calling you?"
"Tina."
For a moment Grimmjow seems to buy the alias, yet that was only Ichigo's wishful thinking. This guy is good, he can sense a lie easily and it freaks Ichigo out. No one but his mother could ferret out his lies, except maybe the woman that trained Soi Fon. Grimmjow frowns and leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest.
"No, seriously. What's your name?"
"… What makes you think my name isn't Tina?"
"You don't strike me as a Tina," he shrugs. "So..?"
"… What do I strike you as?"
A mischievous smirk touches Grimmjow's lips, one that has Ichigo backing away uneasily. It's predatory, like a cat playing with a mouse, and the orange head finds he doesn't like the way it makes him feel. He's getting warm and turned on, something he's never had to deal with before. Grimmjow doesn't bother advancing on Ichigo; he can tell the other is nervous and skittish. He wants the new person before him to feel safe, so the blue haired man will ease up around him. That doesn't mean he won't tease Ichigo, however.
"You strike me as a Chione."
"… Snow queen? Are you serious?"
"Hey, I call it like I see it."
"How about I tell you my name is Nyx and we drop the subject?" Ichigo scowls.
Grimmjow rolls his eyes, a comeback sitting on the tip of his tongue before he swallows it. He wants the other to like him, so he'll go along with Ichigo's ruse. For now, anyway. Eventually, he's going to pry the other's name from him.
"So, Chione," he comments pointedly.
"Nyx."
"I know that's not your name and I'm aware you most likely know I'm not that stupid," Grimmjow scoffs. "So I'll call you what I like until you tell me your real name, okay?"
"… Whatever."
"So, Chione, are you hungry?"
Ichigo sighs heavily and follows Grimmjow out of the room. The apartment is large, very spacious, and obviously not decorated by the larger male. The bookcases are filled with movies, books, and a few games. The TV doesn't look like it's been touched in a while, however, most likely ignored in favor of being outside. Grimmjow seems the type to hate being cooped up. A chair is pulled out for him, but he doesn't sit down. Grimmjow ignores this and continues to the kitchen.
"I haven't had company in a while," Grimmjow says conversationally. "Last person I had living with me screwed me over, so I tend to shy away from roommates. I'm making an exception for you, though. I already know you're a thief and a con artist, so I'm ready for anything you have."
"… I'm a prostitute," Ichigo murmurs.
"The hell you are," Grimmjow snorts. "Shiro caught you in the act. You like to play very rough with your clients… so rough; in fact, they never get to the pleasure part. Once they're out cold, you steal everything they have and run off. You change your looks later and do it again. Sounds like a thief and a con artist to me."
Ichigo glowers at the countertop, arms over his chest as he wishes his gaze could set things aflame. Obviously, this man knows more than Ichigo gives him credit for. It makes the orange head wonder just how much he knows, those sharp amber eyes pinning Grimmjow with that very question. Grimmjow ignores the gaze as long as possible; however it's very hard when the heat within those orbs is arousing him. There's just so much raw power and passion within Ichigo's pools, Grimmjow can tell it's a destructive amount and he's drawn to it like a moth to flame.
"Stop looking at me like that," Grimmjow mutters.
"What else do you know about me?" Ichigo wonders venomously.
"You're a guy… well, that's the theory. I still can't tell, which means you're either a very strong woman, or an extremely talented tranny."
"Why would you think I'm a guy?"
Grimmjow levels Ichigo with a contemplative stare, pausing in his task of gathering sandwich ingredients. Ichigo doesn't know what's going on in Grimmjow's head, but that goes both ways. Both find the other to be an enigma… and both have always been attracted to the mysterious. Only a moment of thought later, Grimmjow continues to make Ichigo something to eat.
"You didn't blow up at me about the assumption, which means it's likely to be true and you're just trying to figure out how to make your guise more believable," Grimmjow comments as-a-matter-of-factly. "Don't worry, it's perfect. I knew because no one's been able to steal Shiro's wallet before, but after you came around it's been stolen multiple times… by different people. The only logical explanation he could think of, was that you're a master of disguise making a living through theft on the streets."
"Oh yeah, that's totally logical," Ichigo scoffs with a roll of his eyes.
"Hey, this is Sin City," Grimmjow shrugs. "Logical has a different meaning here. Eat up."
Ichigo eyes the sandwich for a bit, but his hunger gets the better of him. Though he's made good money on the streets, Ichigo knows better than to blow it all so quickly. In a place where money is difficult for street rats to come by, he had to use it sparingly and ate very little. The sandwich is gone in seconds, Grimmjow watching the other with wide eyes.
"I thought business was better for you than that."
"It is, but I can't very well let on to others that I have so much money," Ichigo mutters. "I lived on the street; I had to eat like those on the street. If I didn't, they'd know I had money and then I'd be the target."
"Something tells me you're not new at all this," Grimmjow remarks flatly.
"You're just now figuring that out?" Ichigo scoffs.
Without another word, Grimmjow makes Ichigo a second sandwich and grabs him something to drink. The orangette isn't used to this sort of treatment; he's always been more of a self-reliant type, so he watches the other's movements intently. The stare upon his back sends a shiver along Grimmjow's spine, but when it starts to drop down to his ass… he's grinning arrogantly. He can't help it; he knows he's sinfully attractive. His form isn't bulky, but it's muscular. Tan skin and chiseled abs accompany intriguingly blue locks and cyan orbs, his predatory grin can make a woman melt, and he's not above using his looks to get what he wants. Grimmjow is about to make a move on Ichigo when his door is slammed open.
"Where is he? Where's that lil Bitch from Hell?" Shiro shouts. "I'm gonna kick his ass!"
Ichigo frowns and slides away from the counter, slinking through the kitchen like a cat on the prowl. Shiro comes storming into the area, Ichigo leaps for the first attack, and Grimmjow has his arm hooked around Ichigo's waist without thinking. He jerks Ichigo off course, whirling him around and nearly throwing himself off balance trying to keep from injuring him. Shiro watches a moment, the orange headed deviant left sitting on the floor stunned, and then starts laughing mockingly. Ichigo growls in fury at the hooded figure, grabbing the nearest knife from the counter and hauling back to throw it.
"Whoa!" Grimmjow gasps. "What the hell is wrong with you? Put that damn thing down!"
He manages to pull the weapon from Ichigo's hand without harming either of them, but the mere threat has Shiro quiet. Once more he's staring at his reflection, the sight so unnatural to him he can't help but let silence settle. Ichigo fidgets beneath the gaze, not yet having seen Shiro's features. Shiro normally keeps a hood up to obscure most of his features, plus it's been chilly enough to wear the scarf his beau got him. He pulls down his hood and takes off the scarf, watching as amber eyes grow wide in shock.
"Whoa," Grimmjow murmurs. "Now that's freaky. I didn't know you had a twin, Shiro."
"… Neither did I."
Ichigo begins to sink, grabbed around the waist by Grimmjow and carefully led to the table. In all his life, Ichigo never saw this coming. He has no siblings, his mother said nothing about a twin brother… something isn't right. Ichigo hasn't finished his schooling, technically, so most of the clan's rules haven't been taught to him. The tendency to steal babies from their cribs is one of them.
"… Let's go, Bitch from Hell," Shiro states.
"Wh-What?"
Shiro rolls golden eyes, grabbing Ichigo's wrist and pulling him toward the door. Ichigo immediately fights back, kicking Shiro behind his knee before slamming his knee into the demon's chin. He's released and dances backward, Shiro groaning in pain at the onslaught. Grimmjow can't help but laugh at his adopted brother's misfortune. Shiro throws a glower his way, stifling Grimmjow's mirth before glaring at Ichigo.
"What… the fuck… was that for!" he snaps.
"Sorry, I panicked," Ichigo blushes. "Besides, I'm still in my pajamas. I'm not going anywhere without showering and changing first."
"… I've dubbed ya well," Shiro hisses as he rubs his chin. "Grimmjow! Deal wit that lil bitch 'fore I kill 'im!"
"I'd love to see you try," Grimmjow grins widely. "So far you've gotten your ass handed to you more times than you've even managed a hit!"
Shiro growls at the other, though Grimmjow ignores him. The blue haired man tosses Shiro an ice pack from the freezer, and then heads over to guide Ichigo to the bathroom. On the way, he grabs some clothes from his room and a towel from a linen closet. Ichigo is cautious, still uncertain about this major change from what he had been living before, so Grimmjow attempts to calm him with a soothing tone.
"You'll get used to him," he chuckles. "He acts before thinking, unfortunately. He's always been like that. Here are some clothes, though they might be a bit big on you. If you'd like to continue playing the helpless female, go right ahead. It's actually far more amusing to watch Shiro get beat up by a chick anyway."
Ichigo doesn't say anything, just nods absently. He takes the clothes offered him and enters the bathroom, turning on the shower after setting the clothes aside. Ichigo undresses, setting the bra on the sink to pack away later. If he doesn't have to pretend to be a girl, he most definitely isn't going to. Although… no one knows he's a guy except Grimmjow and Shiro. It may be to his advantage to keep up the guise outside these walls. He contemplates this choice as he stands beneath the spray of hot water.
Grimmjow glowers at a sulking Shiro, the later having been sitting like this since Ichigo punched him. The blue haired man sighs and leans forward to check his sibling's jaw, wincing at the bruise that will most likely stain the skin later.
"You need to lay off grabbing him," Grimmjow states. "Obviously, he doesn't like it and it holds an ill effect for you."
"I can' help it! I didn' expect 'im ta haul off an' hit me!"
"Let's just assume that's how he's gonna react each time, okay?"
"… Good idea."
Ichigo returns dressed in a button up shirt and a pair of baggy jeans, toweling his orange locks dry carefully. Growing up in a clan made pretty much of females and submissive males, Ichigo has grown just like the others… slightly feminine in looks and all tempest in attitude. He's been taught to flirt with targets to get them close enough, but takes the 'kill now ask later' route most of the time. As he dries his hair, the shirt lying unbuttoned upon his arms, Grimmjow and Shiro ogle his slender and muscular form.
"Damn, even 'is body looks like mine," Shiro mutters. "That's freaky."
"… Are you ogling your own twin?" Grimmjow asks a bit stunned. "I always knew you were just that narcissistic."
"Hey, ya try not bein' in love wit yerself when yer as fuckin' awesome as me," the other snaps back indignantly. "It's fuckin' hard!"
"Are you guys going to argue all day under your breath?" Ichigo wonders with a sigh. "Because I have better things to do than pretend I'm not here."
Shiro perks up at the sound of Ichigo's voice, getting to his feet quickly and grabbing hold of the volatile male once again. The automatic punch that reaches to touch Shiro's jaw again is caught this time, Ichigo's hands restrained by Shiro's as he's forced out the door. Grimmjow follows, shaking his head before his eyes catch sight of Ichigo's ass. With a toothy grin, he joins the twins in the elevator.
"I can't believe you did that!" Ichigo snaps. "I'm only half dressed!"
"Yeah, but it looks so good on you," Grimmjow muses in humor.
"I ain't warmin' up ta ya 'til I know fer sure yer my blood," Shiro growls out. "We're goin' ta the hospital ta get a DNA test an' that's final! Ya may look like me, but I'm a believer in coincidences."
Ichigo rolls his eyes as he buttons up the navy shirt. This is getting too complicated for his liking. Although he told Soi Fon he'll be attempting to get closer to Grimmjow, Shiro's presence is unnerving for the assassin and spy. Ichigo will do much better back on the streets where it's more difficult for Shiro to pin him down. He'll try to ditch the two on the way to the hospital, though it'll be far more difficult in the daytime. Until then, however, Ichigo will need to think up a subtle way to tell his mom he may have found the twin brother she must've forgotten about. After all, there has to be some sort of reasonable explanation for all of this. Maybe she thought the other had died, or he was misplaced in the nursery.
There we have it! The moment you have all been waiting for has finally been posted... Shiro and Ichigo have met! XD I'm off to do something now, hopefully finish up that doll. Not sure. Sorry I don't have much to say, I'm in a threeway chat with two of my friends and I suck at multitasking ^^;
Shiro: Not the only thing ya suck at. *grumbling*
Ichi & Soi Fon: *hit Shiro from two sides*
Shiro: I'm so abused! I don' want that bitch 'round no more! DX
Grimm: Too bad, I kind of like having her here =3
Ichi: *blushes with a scowl* Whatever.
Soi Fon: You're out voted, parasite. I'll continue to stay and punish you! *smug smile*
Shiro: T^T