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~
UNBETA'D
Star Brothers
Chapter8: Brick by Brick
Mugetsu – 21 years old
Shirosaki – 18 years old
Getsuga – 18 years old
Kon – 15 years old
Ichigo – 15 years old
Molten, chocolate colored eyes narrowed and thin lips dropped into a disappointed frown when a familiar figure suddenly stumbled into the confines of his room. The man swayed drunkenly on his feet for a moment before righting himself so he could tower over the shorter, orange-haired male.
Ichigo resisted the urge to sigh when large hands shoving him against the wall.
"I guess I'm walking to school then?" He deadpanned, knowing that the man was in no condition to drive.
His right cheek was instantly acquainted with the back of a hand for that little comment, but it was worth it to see those dark eyes swirling with rage.
"You lil' shit… You shtill 'aven't lernt t'respect me."
Ichigo huffed out an annoyed breath and shoved the man away. Then, with a quick kick to unsteady knees, the drunkard crumbled to the ground in a clumsy heap.
He looked like a turtle as he rolled around on his back, trying with all his might to crawl onto his feet, but he just couldn't find his footing. His usually neat brown hair was dark with sweat and an angry snarl pulled at his chiseled face, but his eyes blazed with determination. He was eventually able to roll himself onto his knees, but then he toppled over and foud his face pressed to the carpet.
The asshole must've been drinking all night long for him to get this intoxicated.
"Pathetic…" Ichigo mumbled and he let a small wave of pity wash over him before shoving it aside. He stepped over the pile of booze he called 'father' and grabbed his backpack before storming out of the room. He didn't even pause when he heard the man shout angrily after him,
"C'm back 'ere! I 'aint done wit you ya fuckin' bitch! Knew I shoulda left ya where I found ya! Shoulda let ya rot in that alley!"
Normally, Ichigo would feel saddened by the regret laced in that angered voice, but he wouldn't let it bother him anymore-not when he'd spent so long convincing himself that it wasn't his fault.
About six years ago was when this this fucked up morning routine started…
In the end, he really couldn't blame Ginjou.
The man was mourning his wife and unborn child.
The first five years Ichigo spent with Ginjou and his wife, Jackie, had been the best years of his life—that he could remember anyway. Ginjou had been patient, understanding, and a great father figure with a positive outlook on life.
Nothing like he was now.
Ichigo doesn't remember ever being in an orphanage, nor does he recall much of his life before Ginjou.
He'd been much too young and, from what he was told, he was only at the orphanage for a few weeks before he was adopted by some random guy. He couldn't remember what the man looked like, but he knew one thing; he did not like being around him.
Ichigo doesn't know why, all he could remember was feeling lonely….
And scared.
So he ran away the first chance he got.
The night Ginjou found Ichigo, the boy was huddled in some dank alley. Rain fell from the night sky like a tsunami and turned to slush on the freezing cement where Ichigo lay shivering. Ginjou pitied the starving, little, orange-haired bundle and immediately wrapped the boy up inside his jacket, enveloping him in warmth and protecting him from the rain.
Ginjou wanted to take care of him.
For the next few years, Ichigo had been the happiest little boy in the world, because he felt like he had a family again.
But I guess all good things come to an end…
It was about a month after his pregnant wife's tragic death when Ginjou first drowned himself in a bottle of Jack Daniels.
Once he was nice and drunk, he managed to climb his way up the stairs to little 9 year old Ichigo's room, where the boy was busy playing with his Batman action figures.
For the longest time he just stood there, watching Ichigo; eyes dead and face unreadable, but he finally snapped when the boy looked up at him and smiled.
Just a small, teeny-tiny smile.
Ginjou had growled and clenched his fist before shouting at the top of his lungs, "It's all your fault! She's dead because of you!"
That was the first time he ever laid his hands on Ichigo—and it definitely wasn't the last.
Every day after that, Ginjou made it a point to remind Ichigo how much he despised him—whether through words or fists, it didn't matter anymore, because the message was all the same: "It's all your fault".
And, for the longest time, Ichigo believed him.
He really, truly thought that Jackie's death was his fault and it depressed him to no end.
Ginjou never told him why it was his fault, but he was always blamed the boy and wished that he could go back in time just so he could make sure Ichigo stayed in that alley.
The only way Ichigo could protect himself from the threats and abuse was to build a mental wall around himself. He would ignore the questioning stares of children and teachers, and whenever Ginjou got into a bad mood, Ichigo would shut down and let it happen. Eventually he stopped smiling and the world around him had turned dark and grey. He became a recluse of sorts, and never reached out for help because he was scared he would wind up hurting someone else like he did to Jackie.
Thankfully, Ichigo found good friends like Renji, who saw passed Ichigo's bruised face and guilt-ridden shell. Renji, the stubborn ass, had forced his way through Ichigo's protective wall, making it crumble, brick by brick, and Ichigo couldn't have been more grateful.
Renji and his little sister, Rukia, liked spending time with him even though he didn't talk much-unless, of course, they were talking about things he enjoyed, like Comic books and superheroes. He usually brought over his comics to read whenever he got invited to stay the night at their place.
He was so happy that he finally had friends that he found himself fiercly protective of them. He's even wound up in one too many fights because of it, but he never regretted it.
Anyone who made their way into his group of friends could always count on him to defend them.
When Renji and Rukia's older brother/legal guardian, Byakuya, found out about that, he instantly took a shining to the boy.
Ichigo actually really liked the raven-haired man as well-even though he was quiet and seemed a little stoic and cold at times, Byakuya would always tell Ichigo that he was more than welcome in their home. He even gave Ichigo free karate lessons at their family's Dojo.
In his words it was to 'better protect his moronic little siblings'.
Renji, Rukia, and Byakuya became his second family.
However, even though he loved them more than anything, he never spoke about Ginjou's... problem.
He didn't want to worry them and he didn't think there was really anything they could do, so it was better just to make them believe that the constant bruises were from bullies and thugs.
Technically he wasn't lying…
His bright hair did tend to cause unwanted attention.
Also, deep down, Ichigo was hoping that some day Ginjou would return to being the kind-hearted man who had originally took him in...
Ichigo sighed through his nose as he slammed the front door shut.
He mentally counted to three to clear his head before finally stepping off the porch.
As he walked passed the neighbor's mailbox, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his old phone so he could flip it open and see what time it was.
'Shit!'
Ichigo quickly pushed himself forward until he was in a full-out sprint, hoping he wouldn't be late for class on his first day!
~~Back entrance of the school~~
By the time he made it to the school, Ichigo was panting hard and he could feel the sweat as it drenched his shirt and dripped down his forehead. But, thankfully, he still had about 10 minutes to spare. He sent Byakuya a silent thank you for the years of endurance training he was forced to suffer through. It was a giant pain in the ass—but it definitely worked.
Once his breathing slowed and his heart-rate returned to normal, Ichigo adjusted his pack and pushed his way through the doors to the school.
He looked around the building curiously, taking in the high ceiling and spacious halls before making his way towards the main office where small group of freshmen were peering at the large map on the wall. Ichigo quickly let his eyes scan the blueprint, making mental notes of where all his classes were located before turning down the correct hall.
He was somewhat excited to know that he had PE first-only because he knew Kenpachi would be teaching it. The man could be a giant pain in the ass sometimes, but Ichigo knew he had a good heart after spending time with him in Byakuya's Dojo.
Then again...
Ichigo groaned at the thought of doing those crazy warm-ups and mile-runs in the morning.
He was going to be exhausted by the end of the day, he just knew it.
Ichigo paused when he finally found the gymnasium. He walked up and stood in the huge doorway so that he could gaze at the giant gym. Standing in the middle of the room was none other than Kenpachi Zaraki. His massive, hulking form was instantly recognizable, and Ichigo rolled his eyes when he realized the man was currently growling at a couple of students.
Typical.
There were always a few students, even at Karate, who thought they could just do whatever the fuck they wanted, so Kenpachi had to play the intimidation card right away.
"You two pull another stunt like that n' I'll have you running laps all fuckin' day!" Kenpachi snarled, making some of the other students gathering around flinch and scurry away. But, to Ichigo's surprise, the two who were actually on the receiving end of Kenpachi's anger just looked… bored.
Huh.
As Ichigo walked closer, he was able to get a better look at the two, and what he saw made him raise a brow curiously.
Well they definitely weren't your typical students…
Both were tall, easily reaching a little over 6 feet and, if Ichigo had to guess, he'd say they were both Senors.
One had bright, unruly blue hair which seemed to defy gravity. It was styled in a messy wave that came to stylish point at the top of his head and draped forward, making it look almost natural and three stubborn pieces of hair fell into his handsome face, forcing your gaze to lock with those deep pools of blue. Hidden beneath the guy's black t-shirt and tan skin lay miles of sculpted muscle and before Ichigo found himself staring for too long, he quickly tore his gaze away so he could look towards the other male.
Not that that was any better.
Because he was also quite handsome. In an exotic and dangerous sort of way.
The guy had white hair and skin. He wasn't just pale, he was literally white. It didn't look sickly or anything—on the contrary. He looked extremely healthy and physically fit. The strangest thing about him, though, were his eyes. Golden irises engulfed in pitch-black sclera.
'Huh… Must be wearing contacts. That's kind of cool.'
Ichigo blinked in surprise when those eyes snapped towards him and instantly locked onto his gaze.
All at once Ichigo felt like he suddenly became stuck—no frozen.
A pang of familiarity pierced through him as well as that uncomfortable wave of deja vu, but Ichigo could not, for the life of him, remember where he'd seen those eyes before.
They continued to stare at each other for a moment and Ichigo get couldn't get himself to look away, not even when he felt two other pairs of eyes turn towards him.
"Whadaya want, brat?" Came Kenpachi's gruff voice.
Ichigo shrugged at the question, his eyes never drifti g away from that fierce, golden gaze.
"Whatever. M'finished with you two, morons. All three a' ya go pick out a locker an' get changed. THAT GOES FOR THE REST OF YOU, INGRATES!" Kenpachi shouted that last part towards the other students gathered around the gym and they immediately scattered. "Be back here in 10 minutes!" He shouted while chasing them.
Ichigo snorted in amusement and then walked forward, wanting to maybe introduce himself to the two exotic strangers but he paused and tilted his head in confusion when the white guy suddenly glared at him and then flipped him off before storming away towards the locker room. The one with blue hair seemed just as surprised as Ichigo.
"Hey, Snowflake! Where ya goin'!? Thought ya were gonna skip with me!"
Ichigo frowned, feeling a little apprehensive and wondering if maybe he did something to upset the man, but he was pretty sure he'd never met him before.
Or had he?
He was snapped away from his thoughts when felt eyes on him again. He looked up to see those piercing blue eyes slowly trailing up and down his form. Ichigo stiffened and felt himself blush when he realized he was getting checked-out.
"No!" He instantly snapped when he saw a feral grin spread across the guy's face. Ichigo didn't think his cheeks could get any more red, but he was proven wrong when a low, rumbling chuckle made its way towards him and blue eyes hooded seductively.
"'No'? But you 'aven't even let me work my magic yet~"
"Not gonna happen." Ichigo said quickly before sprinting towards the locker room and the laugh that followed only embarrassed him further.
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TBC
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Sooooo... Yeah
I know, I know
I shouldn't be so mean to ichi-berry, but it had to be done!
well... yeah. Anyway.
i promise you'll see a lot more of Mugetsu and Getsuga in a bit
i need to get through this part first
But I'm sure you guys won't mind
haha ~!