I hope you're all having wonderful days =) Mine is going okay =D I'm working on fanfiction today, so lucky you! Just so you're aware, I've managed to convert some chapters of Asylum, so I'll be posting them as well as Zodiac! I know not all of you are thrilled with the femIchi idea... neither am I, but it's more convenient for me. Season 9 of Supernatural started the other day! SO HAPPY! =3 Of course, my fic for that show starts after season 8... so that's a little confusing ;p Anyway, I think I won't post it right yet. I want to go through and make it even better! XD
Shiro: ... Why didn' ya ever do that fer us? T^T
Vae: ... Uh... because you guys are so perfect already, there's no way I could make you better! =D
Shiro: Awe, that's so sweet! XD
Vae: Yeah, I know ;p
Grimm: *whispers to Ichi* He can't tell she's lying through her teeth?
Ichi: Just let it go, sometimes you just need to indulge his ego.
Scorpio: The Scorpion
Ichigo is frantic, his fingers pulling at his hair repeatedly as he roams throughout the house. He had gotten a phone call when the sun rose... and that's when he lost his sanity. Grimmjow sits on the couch with the pipsqueak, as he's so 'lovingly' dubbed her, and watches his partner move through the room. He's picking things up, stopping and mumbling to himself a moment before setting it back down. It's like he's trying to clean, but the house is already spotless. Yachiru hasn't said a word all day, the hunter wondering if Ichigo's state of mind isn't the reason for that. The blue haired hunter sighs, getting off the couch and lifting the small girl into his arms.
"Ichigo, I'm leaving," he comments. "I'm gonna take Yachiru to the store and watch over it today, okay? Just because you're having a nervous breakdown it doesn't mean the customers won't stop by."
"Nervous breakdown? Nervous breakdown!" Ichigo shouts. "I'm not having a nervous breakdown!"
"... Sure, honey, keep telling yoruself that," Grimmjow scoffs. "We're gone. See you later."
"Bye bye, Ichi!" Yachiro says quietly.
"You shouldn't go to the store!" Ichigo calls as they exit the house. "That's the first place they'll look!"
His words don't reach the two, the door shutting between them before he can get it all out. He groans in irritation, pulling at orange locks again, and then continues in his previous activities. The phone call was one he never takes well, one that comes rarely though always has the same effect. Ichigo enters the kitchen and decides to work on his potions, something he always resorts to at times like these. He drags out a huge witch's cauldron, taking it to the back yard and setting it on the fire pit. He starts a fire beneath it and heads in to grab some ingredients. Ichigo thanks his lucky stars they have such a tall privacy fence, or he'd have to find another way to shed some anxiety. Using the hose, he fills the cauldron and waits for it to come to a boil.
"What the hell's got ya so riled?"
Ichigo yelps in surprise and searches for the owner of the voice. His amber eyes catch a glimpse of gold rolling in exasperation, his brother's image in the water where his reflection should be. Shiro can see even through the dim image that Ichigo is a nervous wrek, the jittery male sending a shock of anxiety through to his twin. That alone answers Shiro's question, the twin suddenly releived he's not with his brother... though he's also guilty for the same reason.
"Ya got the call?"
"I'm gonna die," Ichigo breaths out. "I'm gonna freak out so bad it's gonna kill me!"
"Remind me 'gain why yer always so easy ta freak out?"
"I grew up with you!" the orange head shouts.
"... Oh yeah."
The shit-eating grin just makes Ichigo want to strangle his older brother, the urge dancing along Shiro's spine. He laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck, and then clears his throat. In all honesty, this is probably his fault anyway. Every time Ichigo goes berserk, he seems to get that dreaded call. If Shiro hadn't of been careless and gotten hurt, Ichigo would've kept his cool. They both know this.
"Okay, look. Ya got yer partner now an' a lil brat ta boot," Shiro sighs. "If yer lucky, all the 'tention's gonna be on 'em an' not ya! How does that sound? Make ya calm down a bit?"
"They're not here!" Ichigo shouts with another tug at his hair. "Of all the fucking times for Grimmjow to play daddy, he has to choose now! He took Yachiru to the shop for the day!"
"... Wow, that's fuckin' inopportune."
"No kidding!"
"Well... call 'im back. Didn' ya tell 'im 'bout the call?"
"... Well... no. He was sleeping and when he woke up I was already panicking," the orange head murmurs. "He woke up Yachiru and got her ready for the day, even made her breakfast, and then they left a few minutes ago."
Shiro sighs and shakes his head, the younger knowing he's fighting the urge to give himself a face palm. It's always like this. When Shiro does something stupid Ichigo will give him a lashing, whether verbal or physical, but when Ichigo does something stupid Shiro can only shake his head. In times like these, he knows it's best to make himself scarce. His image shivers before changing to Ichigo's reflection, the younger twin growling in anger. When he sees the water is boiling, he throws in a few herbs and flower extracts to curb his frustrations. As they disperse into the liquid, he pulls out his cell phone and dials Grimmjow. When the other answers, Ichigo can hear Yachiru laughing in the background.
"Just don't break anything," Grimmjow states before turning to the phone. "Hello?"
"There are lavender incense on the top shelf, they'll calm her down if you burn them," Ichigo smirks.
"Thanks. Should I bring some home for you as well?"
"... Maybe. I should probably tell you that we'll be having company for dinner tonight," the orange head murmurs. "I would appreciate it if you were there to... uh... have my back."
There a short silence broken only by a table falling over, Grimmjow sighing in exasperation before Ichigo hears Yachiru whining. Apparently, he's picked her up by the back of her pants. His way of dressing her is much like Kenpachi's; a black tee shirt with a panther tearing through the front and a pair of black jeans, her pink locks pinned back by that ever present cross bones pin. Finally, he returns to the conversation after righting the fallen table.
"I didn't know we invited an enemy for dinner."
"No one invites these guests, they invite themselves and give you only a last minute phone call as warning," the demon grumbles bitterly. "I don't see them often, but when I do it's enough to last a few months."
"Wow... sounds fun. We'll be there, don't worry," Grimmjow comments. "Need me to bring anything home?"
"Just patience."
"... Yeah... I don't have much of that if I'm not hunting, sorry."
Ichigo manages to give a small chuckle at the joke, though he's not sure if it actually is one... Grimmjow certainly doesn't have much patience. He recalls the creature he saw fighting those vampires, something that was more than a hunter. He never got the chance to ask about it. Though he wants to, the orange headed demon is sure his partner would've said something already if he wanted to talk about it. He shrugs it off as best he can and turns to a topic that usually calms him.
"How's the shop doing?"
"Not bad, Yachiru sold a few potions and some charms," Grimmjow replies. "A few people came in for readings, but I told them you're sick today. I resisted the urge to say it was mental."
"Gee, thanks."
"You're welcome. Just get the house ready and concentrate on breathing, okay? We got this," the hunter states confidently and a bit arrogant. "We'll be home in a bit."
Ichigo sighs and bids the other farewell, hanging up afterward. He had forgotten all those times he babysat Yachiru at the store, she must've gained a bit of talent from the twins. Hopefully more from Ichigo than Shiro, as the older twin is a bit pushy. He breathes deep and finishes up his potion, dragging out a box of vials to fill. As he's doing so, sitting upon the lush grass and wondering if he shouldn't have Grimmjow cut it soon, he hears someone on the other side of the fence. He closes his eyes and searches, finding the woman he's been hating on and the neighbor's husband. They're being quiet, but his eyes burn at the sight of her riding his thick member like the slut she is.
"For fuck's sake, can't you keep someone out of your pants for one day?" he snaps loudly without thinking.
After his outburst he clamps his hands over his mouth. The interaction stops abruptly, both pairs of eyes turned his way. He doesn't even bother hiding the cauldron at this point, it only comes up to his-knees anyway... it was too big to fit on the stove and he sells so many of his concoctions it's the only logical way to mass produce.
A table is pushed over to the fence, two heads peeking over the top to see him sitting there. They know they weren't being loud, as the man's wife is working in the office upstairs, and Ichigo didn't look... that's apparent by his seated position yards away. The questions in their eyes are enough to make him sigh in irritation.
"How'd you know?" the woman asks with a demanding tone.
"Hey, you're that psychic that opened up that Gemini shop, aren't you?" the man quesitons. "My friend's wife stopped by there, said you can see the future."
"... I can see many things," Ichigo frowns. "Not that I appreciate the vision of that whore going at you like a rabbit in heat... I definitely could've done without that one."
"A psychic, huh? Do you see me riding your stallion anytime soon?" she grins.
"Nope, not at all. He's a very loyal man, unfortunately... and he doesn't want people to get hurt," Ichigo shrugs. "I have a rather bad habit of brutally cursing people that get on my bad side."
She laughs at that, obviously not a believer in his type of magic. He can't help a vicious grin at the thought, lifting a few powders, herbs, and liquids. He mixes them up and walks over to them, blowing the mixture into the woman's face. She coughs with a scowl, waving her hand in the air to get the cloud away from her. Ichigo's amber eyes glow a bit, his voice whispering his curse quietly.
"Hoc scrotum exardebit inter obstant."
She rolls her eyes and turns away from Ichigo, but the damage has been done and he's more than happy to allow her to leave. He's actually relieved Grimmjow left today! With a quiet cackle Shiro would've been proud of, Ichigo finishes up his work and drags his things inside.
Grimmjow arrives with Yachiru in time to help with dinner. The little pink haired girl is standing on a step stool and putting the salad together... the blue haired man refused to let her loose with a knife. She's telling Ichigo all about their time at the shop excitedly, obviously becoming more attached to Grimmjow than the other would like. The orange head is finishing up the pasta when there's a knock at the door, his face paling fantastically at the sound. Grimmjow shrugs and wipes his hands, leaving to answer the door. Ichigo stops him, hurrying over and flinging it open. A fist heads straight for his head, which he dodges. Blow for blow, he meets the women on the other side. Finally, they come to a stale mate and the trio breaks away.
"... What the hell?" Grimmjow mutters.
"Oh, sweetheart! You're just as feisty and strong as the last time we sparred!" a violet haired woman cooes.
"Your blocks are improving," her dark haired counterpart remarks stoically. "You should still work on the control you're lacking, however. Keep letting your emotions rule you and you'll end up starting the apocalypse."
"Sorry, I'll try harder. Uh... this is Grimmjow, my partner. Grimmjow, this is Yorouchi and Soi-Fon... my mothers," Ichigo blushes. "They aren't married to my father and they weren't there as often as him, as Yorouchi is a hunter and Soi-Fon is her Zodiac... they were always stationed elsewhere... but they visited as often as possible and called everyday. They've been the only mother figures in our lives since Kisuke took us in."
The two women stare at Grimmjow, walking slowly around him as they gauge his appearance. Yorouchi sends a subtle nod to the smaller raven, who immediately attacks the hunter. Grimmjow growls and dodges, darting around the room with the speed and grace of a feline. When the violet haired woman starts in, he's forced to get in more attacks. Their fighting style is vaguely similar. Soi-Fon, the small raven with two long pigtails holding gold rings, is more aggressive. Her porcelain skin is bereft of scars or blemish, her eyes filled with a sharp clarity that doesn't bode well for her targets. Yorouchi is more exotic, her body taller and her skin a light brown. Her gold eyes follow Grimmjow's movements and she fights with a more playful edge. Finally, he's backed into a corner and his features change. Both women are startled by the change, yet barely show it. He leaps forward, turning into a spin without hesitation and kicking Soi-Fon back. From that he swings his arm around, fingers curled like claws, and takes a hit at Yorouchi. She barely gets out of the way, his blow leaving holes from his fingertips in the wall.
"Kitty cat, chill," Yachiru scolds from nearby. "Ichi-berry spent all day cleaning the house and now you've gone and broke the wall! How do you think that makes him feel? We don't need him breaking down again, sheesh!"
Those wild cyan orbs flash with something like humor, yet he pulls back. He's back to normal so quickly it was like the change never happened. Ichigo slumps down on a chair at the table, his heart racing from so much anxiety and panic he's positive there was a heart attack in the span of those moments.
"You're good enough," Yorouchi grins. "I'm Yorouchi, the Phantom, and this my Zodiac. Soi-Fon is Scorpio, the scorpion. I'm sure you've heard of us, we're quite infamous. Not to mention two of the first to be located and sent out on missions."
Oh, Grimmjow's heard of them. No hunter worth their salt hasn't heard of them. They're the executioners, the ones sent out for nests and groups of the strongest demons. If they can't handle something, it's likely no one can. He can only stand there and gawk at the two women. He's partnered with their child... if he hurts Ichigo, he's better off doing so with his death! The amount of anxiety the orange head showed earlier makes sense now, as Grimmjow is feeling it now. Ichigo sighs and gets up, leading his hunter to the table to sit down. Yachiru climbs onto his lap, the woman following... this is gonna be fun.
*Ichigo's curse = this whore will burn with each urge
Yea! Now Ichi's throwing around curses! XD How cool is that? Soon... soon they'll all rue the day they underestimated him! *evil cackle*
Shiro: ... Wow, an' I thought my cackle was pretty evil. 00
Ichi: Really? You would use the word evil to describe it?
Shiro: Well, isn' that what ya would use?
Ichi: I would use something more like... annoying. But, hey, that's just me.
Shiro: *sulking* Yer so mean ta me. T^T