Author's Note: First off, I'll let you know that I got somewhat inspired to write this after reading a certain Bleach Doujinshi called Tripleberry.

WARNING: Yaoi (BoyxBoy, gay sex), Incest in future chapters (there won't be quite as much as there is in that Doujinshi I mentioned, but still expect a little bit of it), gore, and so on and so forth.

CAUTION: This story contains information about a few chemical reaction—nothing you can't just look up on Youtube, honestly—But I still want to remind you that this is a Fanfiction and I caution you not to try anything you read on here. Okeedokee, thanks~

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Star Brothers

Chapter4: Single-Minded Ignoramus

Mugetsu – 21 years old

Shirosaki – 18 years old

Getsuga – 18 years old

Kon – 15 years old

Ichigo – 15 years old

~~11 YEARS LATER~~

"Hey, snowflake, pass the chips."

Pale lips spread into a crooked smile and said 'snowflake' shifted in the cushioned lawn chair in which his long limbs were splayed to reach for the plastic table a few feet away.

"'Ere ya go, smurf."

The man lounging beside him on the other chair, wearing nothing but swim trunks, smirked and took the offered bowl.

"Ya know, you should start comin' up with better nicknames. Ya can't keep using 'Smurf' all the time."

Dark, golden eyes rolled.

"But it compliments your bright-ass, blue hair~"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, Chalkface."

The grin was back as Shirosaki squeezed a generous amount of sunscreen into his palm before spreading it across his pasty-white skin. He paused briefly when his fingers brushed against the scar on his forearm. He looked down and slowly traced the outline of the burnt skin. It had faded over the years to a very light grey and was barely visible now, but if you looked close enough then you could see it's star shape.

He's had the scar for as long as he could remember.

He knew that he'd been adopted from an orphanage, but that seemed like such a long time ago now. The only thing he knew was that he'd been separated from his real family and ever since that day it felt like he had an empty, gaping hole inside himself.

He shook his head before he could be sucked into memories that he could barely hold on to anymore.

"So, what, ya wan' me ta call you by yer name r' somethin', Grimmjow."

Said man raised his upper lip and made a gagging sound.

"Blegh. No. Nickname is fine! You callin' me by my name makes my skin crawl."

Shirosaki let out a loud laugh, which had Grimmjow chuckling as well and once they calmed down, a comfortable silence settled between them.

They lay peacefully in the sun, soaking up the delicious heat until someone just had to come through the sliding glass door, disturbing the very, very rare silence that occurred between these two only once in a blue moon.

Grimmjow opened his piercing blue eyes and looked across the pool only to see their youngest brother, Ulquiorra, making his way towards them.

"The emo-prude's comin'…." Grimmjow whispered to his companion, making the other smirk.

"How can you just laze around when we still need to finish unpacking the house?" The pale, dark-haired teen snipped while his accusatory, green orbs glared down at the two lazy lumps. He towered over the two lounging forms, blocking the sun's rays from reaching them, which only served to piss them off.

"'Cause we already finished unpackin' our own shit, and let's see… There's what… like ten of us, which is includin' our great n' powerful father, who is probably in there gettin' everything set up exactly how he wants it. I think me n' Grimm would just get in the way." Shirosaki finished his little speech with a raised brow and satisfied stretch.

Grimmjow decided to add to that before Ulquiorra could speak up, "Look man, 8 pairs of hands should be plenty ta get everythin' set up. Why would you guys need us?"

Ulquiorra narrowed his eyes ever so slightly and the tiniest hint of a frown marred his neutral mask.

"Because… Starrk has already passed out in his room—none of his bags are unpacked, Halibel refuses to pick up anymore boxes because she broke a nail, Neliel is still working on her own room, Szayel is crying over the case of broken glass beakers that Nnoitra knocked over, and Yammy overexerted himself trying to show off how many boxes he could pick up at once which caused him to hurt his back so he has to lay flat for the rest of the day. You two are coming with me. Now."

Grimmjow and Shirosaki let out a growl/sigh, but otherwise did as they were told.

"Never wanted ta move to this sucky town anyway…" Shiro grumbled as he shrugged on the red t-shirt he'd abandoned by the table.

"Yeah… Hopefully this school will be better'n ours was at least. That principle was gettin' really sick of us." Grimmjow replied with a thoughtful expression as he recalled Barragon's multiple threats of expulsion.

Shiro shook his head and rolled his eyes.

"Who cares? This is our senor year! We're gonna breeze right through! an' ya know what the best part is?" At this Grimmjow let a wide, feral smirk spread across his lips because he knew exactly what his brother was about to say. "Since we're startin' fresh in a new school, tha' means there's plenty of ass we have yet to fuck~"

"Amen ta that, snowflake~" He laughed.

Ulquiorra, who was silently leading the way to the living room, shook his head and nearly sighed at the troublesome duo.

"So we goin' by the same rules this time?" Grimmjow asked while digging his fingers through unruly blue hair.

"Yeah. Call dibs—but if they say no it's up to the other to 'pick up the slack'. And ya can't double-dip."

"Agreed. I remember last time ya double-dipped. Fuckin' hilarious!"

"Don't remind me…" Shirosaki felt a shiver roll up his spine just from the tiny memory that flashed across his mind.

"Let's make the goal for this month three."

Shirosaki raised a brow at that. "Three? 'Aint that a bit low?"

Grimmjow shrugged. "We're new ta the school, so we gotta mark our territory first and see who's around."

The other nodded in agreement before a lecherous grin spread across his pale face.

"So whadaya gonna use as your mark?"

Grimmjow tilted his head back and tapped his chin in thought.

"Hmmmm… Blue gel bracelet."

"Playin' it safe this week then?"

"Well yeah, duh. Don't wanna get slapped on my first week here—I've got a whole year ta get the school population pissed at me~"

"You're a terrible influence." Shirosaki cackled with the biggest smirk on his face, making Grimmjow roar with laughter.

Ulquiorra's frown deepened at what he heard. He never understood why his brothers played that stupid game of theirs. It was degrading and made them both look like a couple of douchebags.

They would prowl around the school, checking out every female and male to see who was the hottest of the bunch. They would call dibs on the ones that piqued their interest, and if they did that they would have to immediately start hitting on the target. If said target didn't like him then it was up to the other brother to try and get them into bed—whether they called dibs on the person or not—it didn't matter. If the person still said no, then the brother that originally called dibs could 'Mark their territory' and make it so the person was personally theirs to pursue.

Usually if the person says no to both of them, the brothers would just move on, but there were cases where either Grimmjow or Shirosaki would really want to fuck the person. And they weren't allowed to 'double-dip'—which meant that once they fucked the person they couldn't do it with them again.

They get in and get out.

Not to say that the other brother couldn't get in on the action as well. But if they both touched the person, then they rarely ever spoke to them again. There was a time when Shirosaki became interested in a certain teen with orange hair, so he ended up fucking him more than once. The teen—whose name was Mabashi—had made it his mission to make Shiro's life a living hell when he wouldn't go out with him again.

It became obvious after the incident that Shirosaki had a thing for people with orange hair. Grimmjow eventually seemed to also adopt the strange taste in hair-color—saying it complimented his own hair—and it became widely known throughout the family, as well as the school.

Soon enough people were actually dying their hair orange just to get a chance with the hot duo.

Annoyingly enough, it worked too. Teens that they had originally overlooked suddenly became appealing to them.

Single-minded ignoramuses.

Anyway—naturally, if one of the rules were broken, not only would it cause a bit of drama and chaos, but the brother who broke the rule was to be punished.

Nnoitra had eagerly agreed to be the enforcer of their stupid little game.

"You guys are a couple of Neanderthals…" Ulquiorra said before leaving them to finish unpacking the pile of boxes by the front door.

Shiro and Grimmjow shared a look before bursting out into laughter.

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TBC

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