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 reactions—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

Chapter5: Trouble-Making Pyromaniac

Mugetsu – 21 years old

Shirosaki – 18 years old

Getsuga – 18 years old

Kon – 15 years old

Ichigo – 15 years old

Black polished nails dug into long, hip-length strands of orange locks to try and untangle the thick tresses. Getsuga's golden eyes looked up over his ever present sunglasses to watch as his foster father, Ryuken Ishida, took another bite out of his meal.

He was cold, calculating, and had perfect posture. Everything about him breathed 'perfection', and he expected nothing less from his sons. Getsuga looked over to his brother, Uryuu, and pursed his lips when he realized that the teen had yet to touch his food; He was staring intently down at his full plate with this broken look in his eyes.

Getsuga had already eaten everything on his plate, and was merely waiting to be excused from the table.

Ryuken looked up and sighed when he also noticed Uryuu's lack of consumption.

"Eat up or you'll get sick. I won't have my son falling ill the night before his first day of class."

Uryuu huffed out a short breath that sounded suspiciously like a snort and looked as if he wanted to say something, but he bit his tongue and did as he was told. Getsuga unknotted the last lock of hair then picked at his nails as he observed his foster brother.

He'd been like this since they'd moved to the new house four days ago.

Getsuga could understand why he was upset: Leaving all your friends behind and starting from scratch on your senor year wasn't the best feeling, but he usually knew better than to do anything that would disappoint father. Even Getsuga—the trouble-making, pyromaniac—knew better than to upset Ryuken so blatantly.

"Getsuga, you are dismissed. Go to your room and make sure you have everything packed for your classes tomorrow and then you are free to do as you wish." Ryuken ordered when he finally finished his own food. Said teen bowed his head respectfully and then grabbed his plate before heading for the kitchen. His father's eyes followed his form over the rim of square-shaped glasses while sipping his blood-red wine.

Once Getsuga was upstairs and behind the safety of his bedroom door he finally released the breath he'd been holding, letting all the muscles in his shoulders relax. He always felt like he had to be on guard when he was around his foster father, and he hated it.

He hated this stupid house.

He hated his stupid brother, Uryuu.

Most of all, he hated how he could barely remember his real brothers…

He began hating his entire life as soon as Ryuken stepped foot in that orphanage.

Sure, Getsuga remembered being at that damned orphanage—but barely.

The bed made a quiet squeak when his body collapsed on top of it. He tore off his sunglasses and tossed them to the side, not caring that they toppled to the ground. He then began rolling up his right sleeve until the mark on his forearm was revealed.

Polished fingers gently traced the dark markings which covered up the rough, burnt skin beneath.

This scar was the only thing that reminded him of his life before Ryuken and Uryuu.

He didn't have pictures of his family, nor had he been able to keep in contact with any of them. It pissed him off that he couldn't even remember their names anymore… All he could do was picture four blurry figures. No distinctive facial features or voices, just the color of their hair and eyes. He could somewhat remember two of them with orange hair like him but one had deep brown eyes while the other had a light shade of gold. Another brother had long black hair and dark brown, almost black, eyes. And the last one—he couldn't remember a hair color, but he could clearly see black on gold eyes, just like his own, glaring back at him.

Getsuga sighed as his fingers traced the star shape on his arm for the fifth time.

When the five brothers had found out that they were going to be put into separate orphanages, they all panicked. Getsuga couldn't remember which of them had the brilliant idea to mark themselves, but it didn't matter—he just knew that each of them had passed around a lighter and let the metal get hot enough to scar the skin of their arms.

They'd decided on the shape of a star because a star had five points, and there were five of them. So it made the most sense.

After Getsuga turned 18 a few months back, he'd decided to go and get the fading mark tattooed because he never wanted to forget about his missing brothers. He hoped sometime in the future he might run into them.

Shaking his head, Getsuga jumped up and walked around his room, trying to find something that could distract him from the haunting thoughts.

He dug around in his new, nearly empty closet until he ran into a few familiar supplies.

A Bunsen burner, which he'd stolen from his previous school's science lab, as well as some basic chemicals he'd ordered online weeks ago. Getsuga let a large smirk split his face and his golden eyes sparked with mischief.

He gathered the supplies and carefully placed them in a smaller box. He didn't forget to snatch up his thick rubber gloves but he forewent the goggles—learning a while back that his unique eyes actually nullified noxious fumes.

He'd run into that little tidbit of information when he accidentally spooked his lab partner during an assignment. He hadn't put his goggles on all the way yet, and the dumbass had poured a bit too much hydrogen sulfate into the concoction of other chemicals. Putrid gas instantly flooded the room and, thankfully, the students were rushed out in time. Most of them only complained that their eyes stung and their throat felt scratchy but Getsuga felt none of that. He was fine—and yet he was one of the closest to the reaction!

After that, Getsuga started experimenting on himself and he soon realized that he had a very high tolerance to chemical reactions. Although his eyes and lungs were protected by most chemicals, his skin was actually extremely sensitive to any liquid that wasn't water.

Not surprising, but he still had to learn that the hard way.

Getsuga chuckled to himself and then quickly scurried off to the balcony located on the other side of his room. It was the only bedroom which had one and Getsuga had fought tooth and nail to have it.

Because he refused to use his voice, he'd made his point clear by placing traps by the door while they were moving in. Ryuken relented only because he knew exactly why the teenager wanted it. It was the most obvious source of ventilation for Getsuga to play with his chemicals.

He was lenient about Getsuga's little hobby as long as he didn't endanger anyone else.

Getsuga closed the sliding glass doors behind himself and settled down onto the concrete flooring. The smirk returned with full force as he grabbed the metal container filled with potassium permanganate and then he nearly giggled in glee when he picked up the bottle of sulfuric acid.

Let the exploding begin~

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TBC

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