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

Chapter9: Bring it Bitches!

Mugetsu – 21 years old

Shirosaki – 18 years old

Getsuga – 18 years old

Kon – 15 years old

Ichigo – 15 years old

Kon rubbed at his temples, trying desperately to calm himself, because he was so very close to exploding from the constant questions and accusations.

"For the last time! I 'aint Ichigo—whoever the hell that is! Even if I was, there's no way I would be caught dead around a girl as flat-chested as you!"

The girl, who he now knew as Rukia, glared at him with the intensity of a thousand, ice-cold blizzards, before jabbing a finger at his chest.

"And I'm telling you for the last time—there is no way you're not, Ichigo! And don't you dare insult me!"

Kon threw up his arms in exasperation.

He'd never hated being around a girl so much in his entire life!

"Maybe he hit his head and got amnesia?" The larger male—Chad was it?—finally spoke for the first time, making Kon jump.

"Shit! Forgot you were there for a sec… And I'm tellin' you, unless one of my nutcase father's inventions magically started working and I got sucked into some strange parallel universe, then MY NAME IS KON DAMMIT!"

Just as Rukia was going to start throwing another tantrum, Renji, the redhead, pulled her away so she was no longer up in Kon's face.

"Look… School is about to start, so let's get moving. What class do you have first?" He looked towards Kon, being careful not to use names, in case the irritable teen decided to snap again.

Kon tapped his chin in thought and then beamed at them with a large smile when he finally remembered.

"I have Geometry! With Hitsu—… Uhm. Hitsuga—something."

He stopped and frowned when he noticed that both Renji and Rukia seemed almost disturbed by his happy-go-lucky attitude.

"Stop smiling! It's creepy!" Rukia shouted, making Kon pout. "Don't pout either!"

Kon felt every muscle in his body clench in slight frustration.

"What the hell! Is this 'Ichigo' guy a robot or something!?"

"No… He just good at hiding his emotions." Chad spoke up once again with his soft voice.

"This guy sounds pretty boring…"Kon grumbled with an unimpressed look plastered on his face.

Renji shook his head and then started dragging Kon towards the building by his arm.

"C'mon… We have first class together." He said as he continued forcing Kon to follow him. They eventually parted ways with Rukia and Chad and just about that time is when Kon got tired of being dragged around. He quickly smacked Renji's hands away.

Afterwards, they both walked down the noisy hall, side-by-side, in a comfortable silence, until Renji decided to speak up.

"I know you're not Ichigo."

Kon snorted, "Well at least someone does."

Renji shrugged and turned to look down at Kon, amusement glittering behind his eyes.

"I just know Ichi wouldn't cower like a small child when in the face of danger. He's long since out grown that."

Kon hummed in thought before asking the next question that came to mind.

"So… Ichigo looks like me—I get that. But is it just because he has the same color hair or somethin'?"

Renji closed his eyes and shrugged once again.

"Not really. I mean yes, but it's a lot more than that. You look exactly like him—except maybe the eyes. His are brown."

Kon waved a hand in disbelief and snorted.

"Nahhhh! There's no way two people on this planet were born with such handsome features~" As he said this, he posed so that his thumb and pointer finger cradled against his chin, framing his face. Then he let loose a blinding, million-dollar smile.

Renji stared blankly for a moment before rolling his eyes.

"Yeah. Definitely not Ichigo."

Kon deflated from the lack of response at his 'good looks' but otherwise shrugged it off as he hopped forward to keep up with Renji.

Mugetsu took a deep breath and then let it out through his nose slowly, but it did nothing to relax his nerves as his blood pulsed and heart rattled against his chest.

He was so unbelievably nervous, but he just couldn't help himself.

He didn't want to get his hopes up… He knew there was a very big chance that he wouldn't get to see all his brothers today.

He'd be lucky if he even happened to spot one of them!

It was a rather large school, and Mugetsu would be confined teaching in his classroom most of the time.

The best chance he'd get is if one of his brothers got put into one of his classes. But, even then, Mugetsu refused to let himself believe it was going to happen.

He wouldn't receive the attendance sheet until class started, so there was no way of really knowing until then.

Mugetsu shuffled forward until he stood near the side entrance. It was the one that was closest to his room, and he was told to meet someone there who could show him around before the first bell—but he was a tad bit late, so he wouldn't be surprised if he had to go straight to his class and wait until lunch to explore the building.

Once he opened the door, he was immediately engulfed into strong arms, making him freeze and panic for a split second until he finally recognized that dark, choppy hair, and boisterous laugh.

"Kaien!" He hugged the man back instantly and they both laughed before releasing each other. "What're you doing here!?"

Kaien chuckled and ruffled the man's hair, much like Mugetsu usually did to Tensa.

"Didn't Yoruichi tell you? I'm the vice principle of the school. How else did you think you could get hired without even being interviewed~"

Mugetsu rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled sheepishly.

"Yeahhh~ I guess that makes sense. And of course Yoruichi didn't tell me anything… She likes to keep me in the dark most of the time."

Kaien laughed at that and patted the younger male's back good-naturedly.

"Don't worry, cuz! You'll get used to it."

"Good lord… I really hope that woman won't be a constant part of my life…"

Kaien raised a brow and he started walking down the hall, forcing Mugetsu to fall in step beside him with when he wrapped comfortable arm around the shorter male's shoulder. Mugetsu had to readjust the large side-bag he carried so that it wasn't digging into Kaien's side.

"Well she is Kon's new 'mom', so I'm assuming you'll be seeing a lot of her after today."

Mugetsu hesitated in his next step and almost tripped when Kaien continued forward, practically dragging him along.

"You can't be serious…"

Kaien shook his head and had to bite his lip to keep from laughing.

"She really didn't tell you anything… Well! Today will be a fun day for you then!"

And with that he shoved Mugetsu into the next classroom they passed with the words 'ART' painted sloppily along wall beside it.

Mugetsu stumbled into the room and silently cursed his loud, chortling cousin as all eyes turned to him curiously.

Apparently most of the students had already made it to the room and they were now silently watching Mugetsu, waiting for him to do or say something.

"Uhm…" His tongue suddenly felt thick and his knees shook as he got a sudden wave of 'stage-fright'.

Shiro quickly made his way to the very back of the boys locker-room and found a secluded corner where he could fume in peace for a moment. Once he was standing in front of a random locker, he slammed it open, revealing a brand new set of gym clothes—complete with loose basketball shorts and a plain white tee.

For a moment his thoughts flitted back to the person who's been causing this whirlwind of emotion to grip his entire being. A sniveling orange-haired brat.

At first the little asshole completely irritated the shit out of him.

All he did was go up to flirt with him a little—break the ice, so to speak—but when the guy looked up at him, that handsome face of his instantly twisted with fear.

That's fine. Shiro came to terms with his strange/horrifying looks a long time ago. He didn't care if people referred to him as the devil or shunned him. He didn't even give a shit when bullies decided to pick fights with him—on the contrary. Shirosaki reveled in those moments.

He loved the way their soft, pompous faces bruised beneath his fists.

However, he normally didn't let scared little shits like him get under his skin.

But once the guy started crying… Something snapped inside Shiro.

He wanted nothing more than to make the teen stop crying… and he was pretty sure that beating the living hell out of him would work wonders.

But then his little groupie had to come and get in the way.

With an irritated huff, Shirosaki ripped off the black hoodie and crimson wife beater he currently adorned before shoving them in the locker. He grabbed the white tee-shirt and paused when he thought back to the moment inside the gymnasium.

He and Grimmjow were getting talked down to by that enormous boulder named Kenpachi. Neither of them really cared though, especially Grimm.

The guy was pretty much immune to lectures by now, thanks to the combined efforts of Ulquiorra and their great and powerful father, Aizen.

If those two couldn't get him to feel bad, then no one would.

Besides, all Grimmjow did was lift some chick's skirt. She should have been flattered, but instead she slapped him.

And, being the wonderful brother he was, Shirosaki tried to take the heat off of Grimmjow by also lifting the girl's skirt when she turned her back to him.

Anyway… The muscle-head started scolding them and Shirosaki eventually stopped listening when he caught sight of that head of orange hair. His instant reaction was to narrow his eyes and glare, but the look he was receiving made him pause.

The guy wasn't showing off any of the same emotions that he did before.

No tears.

No fear.

Nothing.

He only looked… curious.

As if Shiro was the most interesting thing in the world, and it made his pale skin crawl for reasons he just couldn't fathom.

Shiro was going to look away, but that's when he noticed a few things.

First: the kid was wearing a totally different outfit from before.

He remembered because when he first saw him in the front of the school, he'd made sure to check him out from head to toe first.

Shirosaki wasn't necessarily picky when it came to how people dressed, but it was a definite plus if they made decent choices in their wardrobe. And they had to look like they at least gave a damn about their looks.

This teen definitely fit that description.

He wore dark jeans that gripped his long legs nicely, a tight dark orange sleeveless shirt which matched his hair, and then on his feet were a pair of black sneakers which looked brand-spanking new.

But now, sitting loose around his waist was a pair of washed out jeans and littered across the material were small holes—and not in a "look at my deliciously smooth tan skin beneath~" way, but in a "I've had these same pair of pants for yearssss" way—and instead of the sleeveless t-shirt that showed off his arms, he wore a long-sleeved, dark purple shirt. Strangest part of the new outfit was that he was still wearing sneakers, but they were white.

Second thing he noticed was the small bruise spreading across his cheek.

Shiro remembered raising his fist to the guy, sure, but he never actually landed any hits on him.

Or did he?

'Guess I did see a little red…'

Shirosaki was pulled away from his musings when he noticed someone was standing a few feet away from him. He looked up and practically rolled his eyes.

Lo and behold, the very object of his thoughts stood before him—looking at him with the same curious gaze from before.

"The fuck ya wan', dandelion?"

The guy narrowed his eyes at the nickname, but didn't rebuke it as he continued to stare.

Shirosaki felt himself actually getting nervous under the scrutiny of those deep brown orbs.

Wait… brown?

Shirosaki could've sworn that he had golden eyes.

Then again, they'd been outside before, so it could be the light playing tricks.

"What?!" He finally snapped when it looked like the dandelion wasn't going to say anything. To Shiro's surprise, the guy didn't flinch or cower at his anger. He merely raised a brow in question and Shiro felt himself growing more and more anxious as time passed, and he couldn't understand why!

Shirosaki never got nervous.

EVER.

"I swear if you don' get the fuck away from me, I'm gonna beat the shit outta ya! Your lil' buddies ain't here ta protect you this time." He snarled, hoping to send the kid running in tears like before, but the guy just tilted his head. He looked utterly lost and confused. "Whatsa matter, dandelion? You a mute?"

The teen seemed to bristle a little at the taunt, but all he did was scoff at him before taking a few steps forward. To Shirosaki's horror, and slight fascination, he actually found himself taking a few steps back to keep some distance.

He wasn't running away or any of that cowardly shit.

Tension was rising between them, and it was suffocating… yet thrilling at the same time.

"Have we met before?"

So the little shit did indeed have a voice.

Shirosaki's lip rose in an annoyed sneer as the guy took another step forward.

"Ya brain-dead r' somethin'? Or do ya just got short term memory?" He growled condescendingly, inverted eyes drooping into a deadpanned expression which had the other teen glaring. "Or maybe I scared ya so bad before tha' ya made yourself forget. Could explain the change in clothes—What? Ya get so frightened that ya went an' pissed yourself?"

"You know what? If you're just gonna be an asshole, then forget it." The younger of the two said with a dismissive shrug of his shoulders. He took a few steps away and chose a random locker so they could both finish dressing in peace.

Shirosaki stared at him for a few more seconds before turning away with a huff.

Neither of them said a word to each other as they dressed, but that didn't mean they wouldn't sneak glances at each other.

Okay, Shirosaki had to say he was kinda attracted to the brat.

Once the long-sleeved shirt and shredded pants came off, he got to see that lean, well-toned body hiding beneath. And Shirosaki could grudgingly admit that the guy was good-looking… No he was pretty fucking hot.

Shiro took one last appreciative glance before tugging the rest of the clothes on and he practically sprinted from the locker room to get away—like he was being chased or something.

"Dude. The fuck's gotten into you?"

Shiro turned to see his brothers, Grimmjow and Nnoitra, already dressed and ready for class. They were just leaning on the wall by the bleachers, waiting for everyone else to come out so the class could begin.

"Nothin', dumbass…" Was his instant comeback as he walked over, and he gave Grimmjow's shoulder a punch for good measure.

"Oh? So now we're lyin' to each other? Uh-huh. Okay. I'll remember tha'." The blue-haired drama-queen huffed with a playful glare. Both Nnoitra and Shiro rolled their eyes at his antics.

"Look, Mudkip… I jus' got a lot on my mind right now. Get off my ass for a bit, would ya?"

Said Mudkip frowned and shrugged in answer.

Shirosaki sighed and then felt his blood boil and his heart race when the orangette finally came out of the lockers, clad in the uniform. He was followed out by the teacher.

He must've been the last one out, because once they reached the center of the gym, Kenpachi immediately crossed his arms and began his little 'first-day' speech.

"Alright, Dicks and Clits!" Well, that's one way to get everyone's attention… "I 'aint gonna say this more than once, so listen up! I don't grade people on their performance—you either pass or you don't. The best way to pass this class is by following two simple rules…" He paused for dramatic effect before continuing. "Rule one: You will do whatever the fuck I say without question! And two: don't piss me off."

Shirosaki saw both Grimmjow and Nnoitra smirk at that last one.

"You follow those two rules and you'll be golden… Now! Today I won't be forcin' you to do any rough exercises. I was told I should probably take it easy on you morons since it's your first day."

A collection of relieved sighs broke through the crowd, making the three brothers scoff.

"Buncha lazy asses." Nnoitra hissed under his breath.

Kenpachi paused once more before walking towards the side of the Gym, where large metal racks were bolted to the wall. On the highest rack lay every type of sports ball known to man.

After a quick scan, Kenpachi found what he was looking for and snatched it up. Once he returned to his place in front of everyone, he stood there and tossed the ball up and down in his hand. It was a decent sized, hard rubber ball—a little bigger than a basketball, but not by much.

"Today we're playing dodgeball."

"FUCK YES!" Everyone turned to see Grimmjow with his arms outstretched and he had the biggest grin on his face. "Bring it bitches! I'll lay each a' you out!"

Kenpachi chuckled at that and tossed the ball towards Grimmjow, who instantly caught it. As he gripped the ball in his vice-like fingers, his expression turned dead serious.

"I like your spirit, Blue. You'll be one of the captains, so c'mon towards the front."

Said teen strode forward gracefully, an air of confidence about him as he scanned the crowds.

"Berry, get your ass over here. You'll be the other captain."

Everyone watched as the orangette, AKA 'Berry', rolled his eyes and then slowly made his way forward.

"If you can't get my name right, then don't bother asking for help next time Yachiru drags you out to pick out pretty pink dresses."

Kenpachi snorted at that, amused grin on his face.

"Fine, Ichigo."

Said teen quirked a brow but otherwise ignored their teacher in favor of moving to his spot beside Grimmjow.

The way Grimm turned and winked at the orangette made Shiro twitch and he surprised himself as he felt his fists unconsciously tighten.

'What the fuck is going on with me?'

He was so utterly confused and every time those brown eyes flitted towards him he felt the urge to grab the guy and—do what? Throttle him? Shove him? Hug him? Kiss him?—He had no fuckin' clue.

"Yo, Snow White! You're on my team! C'mon!"

Shirosaki looked up to see Grimmjow gesturing towards him.

He scoffed and let his lips spread into its usual smirk before striding forward. They high-fived before Shiro moved to stand behind him.

"Shinji!"

A bubbly blonde male shot up and bounced to Ichigo's side. Both Grimmjow and Shiro frowned when the guy grinned towards him because he had an eerily familiar looking smile. They both snapped their gaze towards Nnoitra, but the guy didn't seem to notice the similarity.

"Nnoitra, get yo punk ass ova 'ere!" Grimmjow called after a second.

Said man grinned, which only further solidified their earlier thought.

Dandelion seemed to think so as well, because he was now looking backing and forth between the two males with a frown.

"Uhm… Yeah. Uh. Kensei!"

Both captains called out their teammates, one by one, until everyone was eventually chosen. And if they didn't know the person's name, then they would just point towards them. Once the students were split apart, Kenpachi herded them to their designated sides of the gym.

They had the whole gymnasium to work with, and Kenpachi was pretty flexible about the rules.

You get hit by the ball then you're out… Obviously.

And if you catch the ball, then the person who threw it is out.

He wasn't going to confuse the students with anymore unnecessary things to remember.

"Alright guys. I want a good clean fight. Last team standin' gets ta leave class 30 minutes early."

The students cheered at that and then, all at once, everyone's expressions turned serious.

Shirosaki felt his face split in two as his smirk widened, giving him a positively demonic look. He let his eyes lock on the dandelion's, who was also looking right back at him.

To Shiro's surprise, Ichigo didn't even seem fazed by the look—He just held his gaze and let his own little smirk twitch across pink lips.

Dark brown eyes narrowed challengingly and Ichigo settled into a battle-ready position.

Shiro felt his blood boil in excitement.

This might actually be fun~

Kenpachi placed the ball on the ground, right on the thick red line splitting the whole room in half. He waited until everyone positioned themselves behind the white lines on either side of the room, making sure they were all equal distance from the ball before blowing his whistle.

Shirosaki and Grimmjow bolted forward first, their long legs propelling them towards the ball in giant leaps. They were both in the lead, but, just as their fingers brushed against the rubber material, it was snatched out from under them.

Shiro looked up and he felt his eyes widen when he saw Ichigo already making his way back to his teammates, ball fit snugly within his grasp.

"Holy shit." Grimmjow whispered beside him, just as shocked, and maybe even a little turned on.

Shirosaki rolled his eyes and then jumped back a few feet as he readied himself for the incoming attack.

Shinji leant towards Ichigo to whisper something in his ear, and the dandelion smirked and nodded before stepping forward. Shirosaki saw that the teen's eyes were locked with his, and he prepared himself to try and catch the ball as it went soaring out of the guy's hands, but it never came at him.

Shiro looked over to see one of his teammates—Ggio was his name?—flat on his back, holding his chest and gasping in slight pain. He looked back towards his right when he saw that Grimmjow was now in possession of the ball.

The blue-haired devil was chuckling to himself as he pinpointed his target with blue, hawk-like eyes. Once he did, he hopped back a bit and then lunged forward, releasing the ball at break neck speed.

Shirosaki was pretty sure that the poor guy didn't even feel the hit when it first made contact with his gut, but he definitely refused to get back up once he was down. The fallen dude's girlfriend hovered over him worriedly and she slowly got him to his feet and helped him to the benches.

"Take it easy you monsters!" She screeched, making Grimmjow cackle.

After that it was a constant back and forth battle. Once the ball was loose, a person would pick it up and pelt it forward.

A few people kinda sucked so they totally missed their targets, and some others didn't throw hard enough—so the ball would get caught and they were forced to step out of the game.

Shirosaki had the pleasure of pelting a few people in the face with the ball, enemy or not—who cared.

Kenpachi had warned him to take it easy when Shirosaki actually knocked someone out cold.

As the game progressed, it eventually narrowed down to four people.

Shirosaki and his two brothers, Grimmjow and Nnoitra.

And poor little Ichigo—all by his lonesome, wayyyyy over on the other side of the gym.

Grimmjow and Shirosaki couldn't stop the large smirks from devouring their faces and they looked to Nnoitra, who currently held the ball.

"Are ya scared yet, strawberry?" He cooed teasingly.

Said teen huffed and gave them this bored look.

He didn't seem like he had a care in the world as he looked between the three men.

"Not really… You know… It's too bad you guys will be staying here after we win."

Nnoitra growled at the thought of losing and pulled his arm back slowly before whipping it forward in one strong sweep.

The ball went flying through the air, and Shiro could barely keep track of it—so when that ball got caught between strong, tanned hands, neither he nor Grimmjow could react fast enough as it came hurtling towards them.

The ball first collided with Grimmjow's cheek and then it bounced off and went straight for Shirosaki, smacking him on the side of the head and making his ear ring.

"FUCK!" Both males said as they tumbled to the ground.

"Hahahahah!" They looked over to see Kenpachi having a grand ol' time at their expense. "Had me worried for a sec, berry! But that was great! All three a' you are out. Ichigo's team wins."

Shirosaki slowly rolled his head towards his right and he frowned when he saw that Grimmjow was sitting up and looking towards Ichigo with this star-struck look.

"Dude…" He whispered just loud enough for Shiro to hear. "I think I'm in love~" Even as an angry red mark spread across his cheek, he let a large, toothy grin split his lips.

Shirosaki snorted at him, but he couldn't help but agree that Ichigo was certainly interesting.

"I'm callin' dibs!" Grimmjow whispered urgently as everyone went to swarm the dandelion and congratulate him on his 'epic win'.

"Fuck no." Shirosaki replied without thought. Grimmjow narrowed his eyes dangerously.

"That's not how this works, snowflake. Ya can't just go changin' the rules."

Shirosaki was about to start arguing, but he snapped his mouth shut.

There's no use arguing because Grimm was right. There wasn't really much he could do when he called dibs first.

"Fuck. Fine. But if you don't get one a' those stupid lil' bracelets on 'im by the end of the day, then it's fair game." He snapped while pointing towards Grimmjow's right wrist, which held about 5 blue gel-bracelets.

Wait 5?

"Didn't you 'ave more of those?"

Grimmjow looked down to where he was pointing and grinned.

"Yeah. Busy morning~"

"It's only first period..."

Grimmjow raised a brow at that.

"And? You usually have twice as many by now. You're really off your game today, bro."

Just as he said that, the same blonde chick they'd been teasing before came sauntering towards them.

Shirosaki raised a brow curiously when she draped herself over Grimmjow, until he noticed the blue bracelet adorning her slender wrist.

'Must've been while I was in the locker-room havin' that stare down with Ichigo.'

Shit.

He really was behind.

"Whatever." And with that he left Grimmjow to his own device.

He followed the winning half of the class towards the locker room. Making sure to stay low and out of sight so Kenpachi wouldn't catch him.

He especially avoided Ichigo's gaze as he quickly grabbed his clothes and redressed in them. He threw the dirty gym clothes back into the locker before slipping out of the room and into the hallway.

"Freedom~"

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TBC

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PHEWWWW…..

Longest chapter BY FAR!

But I hoped you enjoyed it.

ARGHHH~ I know there's gotta be a shit load of errors in this chapter…

Anyway~

I'll be starting off with Getsuga next chapter

to make up for not seeing him this one

Poor baby needs some loving…

And I know Shiro's being a little stand off-ish and OOC

But I want them to ease into everything~

Also, I was iffy about adding Kaien again, but I'm glad I did

If you have any suggestions, then let me know

I'm all ears

Love you guys!

And thank you so much for the support

and or the help!

I really, truly appreciate it!