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

Chapter11: Hearing Voices

Mugetsu – 21 years old

Shirosaki – 18 years old

Getsuga – 18 years old

Kon – 15 years old

Ichigo – 15 years old

Ichigo poked at his sandwich with disinterest as he leaned over his tray of food.

It was finally lunch time, but he couldn't muster up the enthusiasm to participate in any of the conversations buzzing around him. It wasn't that he didn't want to or anything. It was just that ever since he met Kon, his mind has been reeling. He was desperately trying to dig up any memory he had of his so called 'twin', but nothing wanted to surface.

The strange thing was that even though he didn't really know Kon, Ichigo still felt so comfortable around him. Kon felt so… familiar.

Same thing happened with that white-haired guy in gym. He never caught the guy's name, but Ichigo couldn't help but feel like he had to be closer to him…

It was like there was a magnet which pulled him towards the pale skinned man.

It couldn't be something stupid like 'love-at-first-sight', could it?

Ichigo shook his head, clearing away those thoughts of the exotic-eyed man from before.

Anyway.

Back to Kon.

If they were really brothers, then maybe they'd been separated at birth?

Or what if they weren't really family?

Should they go to a doctor and have a blood test to see if they were actually blood related?

Not that it wasn't obvious from their identical faces and unique hair color—but there was always the possibility that they just purely looked similar.

"So… we ran into Bazz-B."

Renji's voice finally pierced through Ichigo's muddled thoughts and he instantly snapped his eyes up to look over to his friends. They were all staring at him. But the eyes that made him most uncomfortable were Kon's big golden ones which were wide with curiosity.

"Oh yeah!" Kon said with a snap of his fingers. He stopped leaning over Orihime (poor girl hasn't been able to shake him off for three whole classes) so he could bring his attention back to the male sitting to his right.

Ichigo rolled his eyes when Kon wrapped an arm around his shoulders—this guy was just as bad as Renji when it came to physical contact…

"Did you suck that guy's dick?"

Ichigo's face heated up to a temperature that couldn't be considered healthy and he really didn't know what to do with himself, so he opted for just sitting there and stuttering out the word, "W-what?"

"Hahahahahahahahah!" All eyes turned to Shinji as he folded his arms and pressed his face to the table in his fit of laughter.

Kon grinned and unconsciously pressed Ichigo closer to him as he tried not to laugh as well. "Well, when Renji and I ran into him he said—" He paused real quick so he could quickly press his hair into as much of a Mohawk as he could before furrowing his brow into an exaggerated glare, and then, with a deep voice, he said, "Hey berry. Didn't recognize ya without mah dick in yo mouth."

Shinji erupted into another round of obnoxiously loud laughter, followed by the rest of his friends.

"This guy's hilarious." Renji chuckled after the laughter finally died down. "Can we keep him?"

Kon snorted and then smiled a little, but it faltered when Rukia decided to butt in, "I don't know, Ren. Keeping him is hard work. You gotta feed him, bathe him, bring him to the vet—it just seems like a lot of work."

Kon raised a brow and then let a playful smirk dance across his lips. "I don't mind~ You can even get me a pretty collar with a leash." He let the words roll off his tongue and she rolled her eyes at him. "I might even play nice if you give me a treat~" At this he lidded his eyes and opened his mouth to slowly peek out his tongue and run it across his bottom lip. Rukia's usually stoic face cracked a little and a small blush crept along her cheeks when she realized the hidden meaning behind those words, especially when he lightly bit down on his lower lip and then said, "But be careful, I do bite~"

Kon let a devilish grin split his face and Rukia finally had to look away.

Renji snorted a small laugh at the scene while everyone else watched with amused smiles.

"But Anyway~" Kon continued and Ichigo tensed when those playful golden eyes snapped back to him. "So Ichigo, are you gay?"

Poor Ichigo's face will probably melt off by the end of the day if Kon keeps this up.

"Why are you even asking shit like that!? It's none of your business!" Ichigo exploded defensively as he pushed Kon's face away from his own.

"K-kon… You shouldn't ask such inappropriate questions." Orihime spoke up quietly from her spot beside the teen. She was desperately trying to defend Ichigo, but it was really hard when she was defending him from someone who looked exactly like him and the person who looks like him enjoys pressing up against her and he acts completely out of character to the person he looks like and the person he looks like just so happens to be the person she adores.

At least, that's what is going through her frazzled mind anyway.

Kon turned and pouted at her. "I was just curious…" He paused and thought about dropping the subject in order to appease his fair maiden, but the curiosity was too great with this one. "So are you?"

Ichigo groaned and pressed his hands to his face to hide away the never-ending blush.

"C'mooonnn!" Kon whined and tugged at Ichigo's arm for emphasis. "I promise I won't judge! I'm just curious! If you are gay, then that's totally cool! 'Cause then that means more females for me~"

Ichigo inhaled through his nose and let it out slowly before he finally sat up, removing his face from his hands. Everyone stared at him intently because only a handful of them have ever really had the nerve to ask Ichigo's preference and they always did it in private.

"I'm not… gay. But I do—"

"YOOHOOO~! Hey guys!"

Everyone turned to see a woman skipping towards them.

She had long waves of strawberry blonde hair, beautifully smooth skin, plump lips, round hips clad in a short skirt, and huge breasts that bounced with each step. It was a wonder how that button up shirt was able to keep those things in check.

Ichigo mentally thanked her for the interruption, because at least the attention wasn't on him anymore. And, judging by the starry look in Kon's eyes, the attention would never be on Ichigo ever again with this girl around.

"Rangiku! Where the hell have you been?" Renji asked with a raised brow.

The girl, now known as Rangiku, sat down beside the redhead and then draped herself across the table before releasing a dreamy sigh.

"Uh-oh~ She has a new crush." Tatsuki said with a smirk as she watched Rangiku continue looking around with her dream-dazed eyes.

"Mnnn~! Tatsukiiii! You have no idea~ This guy… he's absolutely gorgeous. I can't even!" Ran made some intelligible noise and twirled a strand of hair around her thin fingers. After a second, she finally snapped out of it and looked around at everyone, but she paused when she noticed Kon. "Uhm… Am I seeing double?" She whispered urgently to everyone around, her incredulous eyes switching between the two orangettes.

Everyone looked to Kon, thinking that the loudmouth would be the first to answer, but he was too busy staring at Rangiku to even notice what was going on around him. Ichigo scoffed when he noticed that Kon wasn't really staring at her but rather her breasts.

He really couldn't blame him though—Rangiku's enormous jugs had the power to render any straight male into awed silence.

"I think I prefer him this way." Rukia muttered under her breath as Kon continued to just sit there and gawk.

Renji sighed and gestured to the two brothers before finally answering her, "To the left is Ichigo and to the right is Kon. He's new—just moved here recently. We're pretty sure he's Ichi's long lost twin. Either that or Kon here is really Ichigo from some parallel future sent to this one with a message for us."

"Huh…." Rangiku raised a brow, but otherwise didn't question it. "Okeedokee then."

Everyone jumped when Shinji suddenly gasped and then pointed dramatically at Rangiku's wrist. "You didn't!"

All eyes snapped to where he was pointing, but then confusion set in when they realized it was just a blue gel-bracelet. Even more confusion arose when Rangiku blushed and hid her wrist behind her back.

"Shuddup, Shinji! You lil' bitch!"

Shinji ignored the name calling and then sigh dramatically.

"Hun. You do realize he's just using you, right?"

Rangiku jutted out her lip in a pout and looked away.

"So what? He's too hot to care, honestly."

"Oh-my-god, speaking of hot! Have you guys seen the new art teacher? Holy hell~! Such a hottie! Let's just say that if he ever needs a nude model, then I would volunteer in a heartbeat!" Shinji started fanning himself while tugging at the collar of his shirt.

Renji was the one to finally try and clear things up.

"Woah woah woah! Okay, hold on. Back it up, guys. What was that about the bracelets?"

Rangiku crossed her arms stubbornly and then glared daggers at Shinji, daring him to open his big mouth.

She should've known better though—Intimidation never worked on Shinji.

"I've seen a few people with that blue bracelet so I thought maybe it was some new thing for the spring, ya know?" Shinji started and Ichigo shook his head with a snort, knowing full-well that his friend was a fashion-holic and loved being on top of the latest trends. "So I asked Luppi—the sassy lil' prick—why he was wearing it, and he bragged about how he gave some super hot guy a blowjob and then the guy gave him a blue bracelet—said that it was special and to never take it off, or some stupid shit like that."

Wide eyes slowly crept back towards Rangiku, who had her face trained into a neutral expression.

"Ran… You didn't." Orihime whispered with a small blush.

All they received in answer was a short shrug.

"I gotta meet this guy!" Kon suddenly shouted, making most of them jump.

"Why? You wanna suck his dick too?" Tatsuki shot back with a small glare which earned her a nudge and frown from Orihime.

Kon raised a lip in disgust while shaking his head. "Ew, fuck no. Blegh." He rubbed his tongue along his teeth as if he could actually taste a dick in his mouth before continuing. "No. I meannnn—He's got all kinds of hot chicks givin' him head! I gotta get him to teach me how to do that."

Rangiku snorted and smirked at him.

"You're cute, kid, but you'll have to be a lot hotter if you want someone like me to suck your dick."

Kon put a hand over his heart while letting out a dramatic gasp.

"So you're sayin' you don't find this body hot?" As he said this he jumped up onto his chair and started taking off his sleeveless shirt and then flexing his muscles.

Renji, Shinji, and Rangiku both started laughing and it seemed like everyone else in the cafeteria was looking towards them now.

Ichigo huffed out an annoyed breath before grabbing Kon's arm and dragging him back into his seat. "Stop embarrassing yourself." He grumbled.

"Fun-sucker." Kon grumbled, but he made no move to put his shirt back on.

"On second thought…" Rangiku hummed to herself while eyeing Kon's soft, tan skin and well-muscled torso. She let her gaze soak in the lean abs and smooth pecs before narrowing her eyes with interest.

He wasn't buff, by any means, but he was definitely fit and it was obvious that he worked out.

Kon didn't say a word though, he just smirked over at her.

Meanwhile, Orihime was trying so hard not to look… but every once in a while she'd sneak a peek at his naked torso and her face would light up.

"Put your shirt on." Ichigo whispered harshly, still unnerved by how similar they looked. Although Ichigo was a little more toned because of Karate—it was still like looking in a mirror to him.

"Nooo~! Let him stay like that~" Shinji purred, which kind of weirded Kon out.

"Yeahhhhh No. Sorry blondie. If you had some breasts then maybe I'd consider it."

Just as Kon finally pulled his shirt back on, the bell rang, signaling them to go to their next class.

"What do you have next, Ichigo?" Kon asked as the whole group got up and started separating to different parts of the school. Ichigo paused and had to think back a bit before he finally remembered.

"Algebra 2 with Mr. Jushiro."

Renji tapped his chin as he leaned on Ichigo. "Isn't that an honors class? Why do you have to be so smart?!"

Ichigo snorted and pushed his friend away from his personal space, like usual, before answering.

"Maybe because I actually open up the textbook instead of using it to sit at the big boy table."

"Smartass." Renji growled and then he ruffled the smaller male's hair playfully. "What about you, Kon?"

"Art with Mr. Kurosaki—Or I think Shinji referred to him as the 'hottie'."

Ichigo lost his footing when he heard the name and his pulse quickened for some reason.

Renji and Kon paused to wait for Ichigo with curious looks on their faces.

"You okay?" The redhead asked, but Ichigo didn't answer at first. His mind was suddenly a chaotic whirl of thoughts.

"That name… It sounds so familiar."

Kon shrugged before humming, "Yeahhh, I thought so too when I first saw it, but I thought maybe it just sounded like some kind of foreign food I ate one time."

"Idiot." Renji scoffed with a crooked smile.

Kon huffed and pouted slightly at the taller male.

"I… I need to go think. I'll catch you guys later." Ichigo said, his soft voice barely noticeable over the buzz of other students as they walked around them in the hall.

Before Renji and Kon had time to argue, Ichigo quickly shuffled into the stream of students, weaving his way through the bodies as they made their way through the building. He didn't stop until he finally came to a deserted hall.

At this point he let his thoughts run wild as he continued to walk forward, not bothering to look where he was going as he whispered the name 'Kurosaki' under his breath over and over again. He was hoping that if he said it aloud then it might trigger some sort of memory.

But nothing came to him.

"C'mon… Where the hell have I heard that name before? Kurosaki… Kurosaki…"

He paused and tugged at his hair in frustration.

During his little episode he never noticed the three shadows walking up behind him, nor did he hear the footsteps drawing closer as he continued to chant the name under his breath. He did, however, feel the hands when they grabbed him.

They caught him by surprise and his body froze up instead of fighting back like he was taught to do. Before he could even think to do that his arms were quickly twisted behind his back and then yanked up towards his shoulder blades, making him hiss in pain. Two people stood beside him and held onto his shoulders and torso in order to keep him still, but the person he was worried about the most stood behind him.

Ichigo couldn't see him, but when he heard the amused chuckle he knew exactly who it was.

"Bazz-B you—"

Bazz had apparently been waiting for Ichigo to open his mouth and yell at him, because as soon as Ichigo did he quickly moved his hand and clamped it over opened lips. Ichigo went to yell some more, but he froze when two fingers pressed their way into his mouth and something small and round was pushed towards his throat. He clamped his teeth down on the invading digits and made Bazz-B yelp in pain and whip his hand away, but whatever he had put in Ichigo's mouth was already stuck in his throat.

Ichigo fought in their hold and coughed as hard as he could as he tied to get whatever it was out, but Bazz instantly returned his hand over his mouth to keep it in.

Ichigo finally managed to hack it up, and he tried to use his tongue to push it between Bazz-B's fingers, but the pill (yes he knew it was a pill now) dissolved too quickly.

It tasted chalky and bitter.

And whatever it was, it worked fast.

Ichigo took in deep breaths through his nose as his struggles grew weaker and weaker until he found his limbs were no longer under his control.

They still worked and he was still able to stand, but there was some disconnection that basically went like this: Ichigo's brain would say, "Hey, left arm, why don't you go and punch Bazz-B in the face." And then his arm would just go, "Nahhh… I'm good."

Either that, or Ichigo was hearing things now.

He had no clue anymore.

"He's ready, boys. Let's get him to the theatre room."

"Hey… Shiro, you okay, man?"

Sharp, inverted eyes snapped open and quickly looked around until they locked with deep blue ones.

"Yeah… I'm okay."

Grimmjow raised a thin, blue brow questioningly.

"You sure? You looked a little panicked for a sec."

Shirosaki shrugged his shoulders and looked away, trying desperately to get the nagging feeling from his mind.

Something was wrong.

Very, very wrong.

But he just couldn't figure out what it was.

Just a minute ago a small shock went through his head and it had made him jump, and then a sense of Déjà vu took over when he could hear a small, distorted voice speaking. He was too shocked to listen to what it was saying, but it sounded angry and desperate.

This seemed so familiar to him, but it couldn't be real, right?

Whenever Shiro tried to think back to when this happened before, it was like an invisible wall kept him away. Every time he rammed himself up against the wall, he'd just bounce back. He didn't understand why, but he just knew that whatever was behind that wall was something precious to him.

He could imagine himself standing before the huge wall, and, if he listened hard enough, he could hear the voice. It was muffled and it barely made its way through, but it was definitely there. He had to know who it was.

If it was just his own voice, then fine—he could live with being a crazy person that hears voices, and at least he would know who the voice belonged to then.

Shiro was snapped away from his thoughts when a warm hand landed on his shoulder.

He turned to see orange hair, pale skin, and a wide, sharp-toothed grin.

"Hey, Getsu." He said with a small smirk.

His brother instantly caught on to his foul mood and looked up accusingly at Grimmjow.

'Ah, that's right.' Shiro thought when he realized he forgot to tell Grimmjow about who he'd found today.

He looked up and scoffed when he saw the predatory grin spreading across his foster brother's tanned face.

Of course Grimmjow would want a piece of Getsu, especially since he couldn't really see the resemblance hiding behind Getsuga's sunglasses.

Even Shiro fell prey to his brother's good looks, and still probably would, mind you.

"Grimm, don't even think about it."

Said man's face instantly dropped into a frown at that. "Awww, ya called dibs already?"

Getsuga snorted and raised a brow at him while Shirosaki shook his head.

"Grimm, I'd like ya to meet my twin brother, Getsuga."

At this, blue eyes widened and he looked between the two pale males standing before him in surprise.

"No way."

Getsuga sighed before slowly tilting his head down and peering up over his glasses so that Grimmjow could clearly see his dark, inverted eyes. He rolled them when Grimmjow quietly whispered 'woah'.

"This is some reality TV kinda shit. This can't be real."

Shirosaki raised a brow but then let out a small chuckle while Getsuga placed the glasses back on his face. He didn't want any of the students who passed to see him. But, then again, Shiro would be going through the same stuff as him, so why not keep the glasses off?

Buuuttttt, he did make a promise to Ryuken.

Getsuga snapped his eyes to Shiro when said older twin suddenly grabbed at his white hair and winced as if he were in pain. It took Getsu a moment, but realization slowly dawned on him, and then excitement took over. He remembered back when they were kids Shirosaki had explained to him that sometimes he could hear all their brothers' voices and he always knew when they were in danger.

He always assumed Shiro just made it up after watching some superhero show, but now Getsuga could see just how real it was.

It definitely helped that he knew how strange he, himself was—what with the immunity to chemicals and stuff. It was possible that Shiro had some strange ability as well.

Getsuga placed a hand over Shiro's arm to get his attention. Once their eyes locked, Shiro tried to brush it off, but Getsuga shook his head and then pointed to the tattoo on his arm.

Shirosaki's face scrunched with confusion and Grimmjow just stood there and watched with silent interest.

Getsuga pointed to his own head and then made a kind of duck shape with his hand. He opened and closed it to resemble "talking".

Shirosaki's eyes widened when the message finally sunk in and he slowly nodded, making Getsuga smile.

"How'd ya know?"

Getsuga gave him a deadpanned look and then shook his head then he motioned with his hands as if to say, 'Wellll? What is it saying?'

Shiro shrugged. "I don't know. I can barely hear it… D'you have any idea who it is?" All he received in answer was a shrug and another point towards the tattoo. It took him a second to piece the silent message together. "So wait… You're saying it might be another one of us?"

When Getsuga nodded, Shiro let his gaze drop and then he took a step back when he felt that mental wall from before start to crack. Pieces began to slowly chip away, just enough for him to hear that voice again. It was louder now and he could finally make out words.

'Let me go assholes! Don't touch me!'

Shirosaki felt himself being tugged towards the right, as if invisible hands were pulling him. They were demanding his attention and it was getting harder and harder to ignore.

Shiro shook his head to chase away the feeling and then he turned his attention back to the others.

"Let's just get to class… You have art too?" He asked his twin. Getsuga stared at him for a few intense seconds before finally nodding.

All three of them started making their way down the hall until they came across a large wooden door and right beside it, painted along the wall, was the word 'Art'.

They paused when a few girls came out, giggling into their hands.

"Oh Em Gee! He is soooo handsome!"

"I can't believe he's a teacher!"

"I know! He looks so young!"

Shirosaki glanced towards Grimmjow with a raised brow, and the bluenette looked right back at him.

"Did we ever make any rules about teachers…"

Grimmjow shrugged. "If he's really that hot, then I guess we could flip a coin." That wide grin was back on his face and Shirosaki smirked when he heard Getsuga's amused snort from behind him.

"Sounds good to me."

With that said, all three of them walked in just as the bell rang for class to start.

The classroom was rather large and all along the walls were cabinets set up for different art supplies. There were open shelves to lay out canvases and large pieces of paper, and in the middle of the room was a small stage that was raised up about 5 feet from the ground. Surrounding the stage were rows of desks where the students were meant to sit, but there were only a handful of them in today.

About 10 students sat at the desks and they were all looking towards the stage with curious eyes.

The three of them looked up to see what they were staring at, and what they saw made them raise a brow curiously.

On top of the stage was a table and on top of the table was a chair and sitting atop the chair was a man. Long strands of black hair cascaded down his back and fell across his handsome face while calming, dark eyes looked down at the violin clasped in his large hands. He wore a dark grey turtle neck that was tight enough to show the muscles beneath, and wrapped around his long legs were dark slacks.

This had to be the man those girls were giggling about before, and Shirosaki could definitely see why.

The teacher wasn't paying attention to any of them though—he was busy tuning his instrument.

"Take a seat, please." He said in a deep, soothing voice and Shiro assumed he was talking to them since they were the only ones standing.

Not even Grimmjow said a word as they found a spot to the man's right and did as they were told.

"Hello everyone. My name is Mugetsu Kurosaki. You may call me Mr. K—don't worry, it won't make me feel old." A couple of snorts and giggles sounded around the room before he continued, "I'd like you all to be patient with me as I play you a little piece." He let a handsome smile creep along his lips before closing his eyes and lifting the instrument.

Shiro looked to his twin as the first note drifted across the room and caressed each student's ears. Getsuga wasn't paying attention to anything else as he stared up at Mugetsu with the biggest grin on his face.

He switched his gaze to Grimmjow to see that the man was actually listening and nodding as if he was impressed by the music.

Not that it wasn't impressive.

It was… Beautiful.

Shirosaki didn't know how else to describe it really.

It was slow, soft, and gentle.

When it finally ended, the room remained clouded in awed silence. No one knew what to say or do, until Getsuga finally stood up and started clapping. Mugetsu's gaze snapped towards the orange-haired teen, and a huge smile engulfed his entire face.

A few other students followed Getsuga's example and soon everyone was standing and applauding for their teacher. Shiro and Grimmjow remained sitting but they at least clapped.

Mugetsu jumped from the table and sat down his violin before also jumping from the stage.

One by one, the students sat back into their seats, all except Getsuga. Shirosaki raised a brow curiously when the teacher started making his way towards them. Mugetsu came up and then placed a hand onto their desk so he could hop over it and land between Getsuga and Shirosaki.

He looked between the two pale men with the biggest smile on his face before finally speaking.

"It's good to see you… Shirosaki… Getsuga."

Shiro scrunched his brow in confusion, but Getsuga didn't seem bothered at all. In fact, he jumped forward and practically tackled Mugetsu into Shiro's lap as he hugged him. The teacher didn't seem bothered at all. Instead of yelling and pushing him away, like most of them expected, he actually wrapped his arms around Getsuga in a crushing embrace and swung him around in a big circle.

"Hang on. How do you know m'name?" Shiro demanded as he finally stood from his seat.

Mugetsu waited until Getsuga released him before turning to Shirosaki but, instead of answering, he just smiled and then returned his attention to the class. Shiro was about to raise hell at being ignored, but he stopped when Getsuga grabbed his arm and sat him down. The small, knowing smile he wore made Shiro growl, but he otherwise said nothing.

"Alright class, thank you for letting me share that with you. As you all probably know, art isn't just something you find on paper—it's all around us. Paintings, Photographs, Sculptures, Sunsets, Music… even food is considered art. If you've seen a wedding cake or gone to a high-end restaurant then you would know what I'm talking about. But anyway—my point is, if you think it's beautiful then it would most likely be considered art. So I don't want you to feel like you are stuck doodling in your sketchbooks." Mugetsu walked around the stage and looked each student in the eye as he spoke. "Since this is your first day, I won't make you do anything too crazy. I want you to feel comfortable in this class, so I want you to write a small list—doesn't have to be long—of what you think is beautiful. Don't be shy about it, nobody will read the list but me, and I promise I won't share it with faculty—no matter how disturbing it might seem." Mugetsu smirked a little at that and then hopped up onto the stage once more to address everyone at once. "Just so you feel more comfortable with me, I'll share a few things about myself. I already told you my name, and I'm sure you've guessed that I enjoy playing the violin in my spare time… But what you might not know is that I didn't get to grow up with my family." He waited to see that he had everyone's attention before speaking once more, but his eyes kept straying to Getsuga's and Shiro's as he spoke, and with each word Shirosaki found that sitting still was difficult and his heart wouldn't stop racing. "I have four younger brothers, and one tragic night we were forced from our homes. I won't bore you with the details, but I'll tell you that before we were separated and sent to different orphanages, we made a promise to each other: that we would find one another again. And just in case one of us forgot, we burned a mark into our arms." Mugetsu slowly rolled up his sleeve to reveal the mark, and at this point Shirosaki completely forgot how to breathe. "It was silly, but we decided on a star because there are five of us…"

Just as Mugetsu was about to say something else, the door slammed open and everyone looked to see an orange-haired teen run in. He was jogging forward but then he paused and his face grew red in embarrassment when all eyes turned to him. He laughed nervously, but then quickly got over it and waved at them.

"Sorry everyone! Got a little lost and then I—" His voice caught in his throat when his eyes landed on Shirosaki, and older teen rolled his eyes at him. "YOU!" The orangette pointed dramatically.

Shiro raised his lip in a snarl and glared at him before growling, "Ya changed your clothes again? You can't be serious…"

The orangette flinched at the Shiro's angry tone and then looked around as if he wanted to run and hide somewhere.

"Kon…?"

Eyes turned back to their teacher to see a sad smile forming on his lips but it dropped when the orangette scoffed and crossed his arms. "Yeah? So? How do you know my name?"

At this point Grimmjow finally decided to butt in.

"Hold on a sec, I thought your name was Ichigo."

Kon rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"For the last time: NO! My name is Kon Shihōin! KON! KON! KONNN!"

"Alright already! Shit!" Grimmjow growled while placing his hands over his ears.

Mugetsu let out a loud laugh and then he skipped over to said teen and grabbed his arm before pulling towards the back of the class Where there was a door which led to the outside.

"Okay wait! I'm sorry for yelling! Shit! Don't put me in detention or anything!" Kon whined, but Mugetsu ignored him as he paused to look back at Shiro and Getsuga. He gestured for them to follow him before taking hold of the door's handle.

"Everyone work on that list I mentioned and then do whatever for the rest of the class. Just don't get too loud."

With that said, the four of them left the room and closed the door behind them.

"Okay, what the hell is going on?" Kon demanded

Mugetsu chuckled before wrapping his arms around the teen and then nuzzled his orange hair affectionately.

"I was wondering when I'd see you guys today, but I can't believe I have all three of you in one class! I'm so happy to finally see you guys!"

Shirosaki huffed as he leaned back against the brick wall of the school.

"I still have no fuckin' clue what's going on…"

Instead of answering with words, Mugetsu reached into his back pocket and pulled out a photograph. It was old and wrinkled, but the picture on top was still clearly visible

"What…?" Shirosaki felt the mental wall crack a little bit more when he finally realized what he was looking at.

A few memories slipped through the cracks and came flooding into his mind

Memories of Kon, the crybaby who would always run to mommy.

Of Mugetsu, the strong older brother who always tried to keep him out of trouble and who never ever tattle-tailed.

Of Getsuga, his partner in crime, but who was also Mugetsu's sidekick when they got in trouble.

But… for some odd reason, Shirosaki couldn't remember the second orange-haired boy in the picture

He assumed it had to be Ichigo—which made sense to him now. The dandelion never actually switched clothes and Shiro never gave him that bruise…

However, even though he knew this now, Shirosaki still couldn't remember anything about Ichigo. He tried to dig into his memories for anything but he kept drawing a blank

"That's… not Ichigo, is it?" Shirosaki whispered while pointing towards the small, grinning face in the picture

Mugetsu smiled gently and nodded.

"So you remember all of us now?"

Shirosaki shook his head and took a few steps back, pressing himself against the wall as if he wanted it to engulf him.

Kon seemed just as flabbergasted.

"So wait! I'm related to this asshole!?" He shoved a finger in Shiro's direction.

"Shoulda remembered how much of a fuckin' whiner you were." Shirosaki snarled and then he went to wrap his hands around Kon's throat, but the kid was fast. He ducked behind Mugetsu and cowered with big, watery eyes.

"So the only one missing now is Ichigo…" Mugetsu hummed with the biggest smile on his face as he ignored his brothers' bantering, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

Getsuga nodded while Kon huffed.

"I was hangin' out with him and his friends during lunch, but then he kinda ran away. I have no idea where he went."

Shirosaki was going to try and ask some more questions, but he froze up and shook his head when he heard that voice in the back of his mind again.

It was louder this time, and it sounded desperate.

'Bazz, stop it! Let me go!'

He grabbed at his head and winced when the voice echoed deafeningly around his mind.

Why did this all seem so familiar?!

Mugetsu saw what was happening and waited until Shiro's breathing evened before bringing it up.

"What is he saying?"

Shiro snapped his eyes up to lock with Mugetsu's dark, knowing gaze.

Seemed like Getsuga wasn't the only one who knew how crazy Shirosaki was.

"You hear a voice in your head, don't you?" Mugetsu prodded and Shiro refused to say anything for a while, but eventually nodded his head in confirmation "Then it must be Ichigo. What is he saying?"

"H-huh? But how—"

"You and Ichigo have always had a very strange bond. If you concentrated enough, you always seemed to know where he was, and you could sometimes hear him. You could actually do it with all of us, but Ichigo's voice was always the loudest to you. At least, that's what you told me when we were still kids."

Shirosaki felt his breathing quicken and he looked around frantically, trying to find a place to sit, but he opted for collapsing onto the grass instead when his legs grew shaky and weak.

"I don't… remember… anything." He whispered between pants and then he grabbed at his head in frustration. "I DON'T REMEMBER ICHIGO!"

He bent his legs and shoved his face between his knees as his fingers dug through white strands of hair. Mugetsu and Getsuga locked sympathetic gazes for a moment before they took a seat on either side of distressed brother.

Kon remained standing, arms crossed as he tried to remember anything of his childhood, but nothing seemed to come to him. He guessed he was probably just too young to remember…

But he couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity he shared with all of them. Of course Shirosaki scared the shit out of him, but it was still familiar.

Getsuga nudged Shirosaki's shoulder with his own comfortingly and Mugetsu rubbed soothing circles into his back, but Shiro ignored them as he delved deeper and deeper into his own mind.

He dug through every dark crevice, going back as deep as he possibly could go.

It was odd.

He could clearly remember his other brothers now.

Kon, Getsuga, Mugetsu…

They were as clear as day to him, but it was as if Ichigo had been completely wiped from his mind.

Shiro snapped out of his thoughts when Mugetsu finally spoke. "The separation was really hard on all of us… But you and Ichigo… It must've been the hardest for you two. You guys were inseparable as kids."

"Then why can't I remember him…?" Shiro whispered miserably. Even though he couldn't remember Ichigo, he could feel the importance the other had to him.

Mugetsu wrapped a comforting arm around him before saying softly, "Well… I'm not really sure. It's possible that you unconsciously blocked him out of your memories so that the separation wouldn't hurt as much…"

Getsuga winced as his own memories of their separation clouded his mind and he could tell that Mugetsu was also reliving that day from the saddened look that crossed his face.

'Bazz… S-stop.'

If that voice was really Ichigo, then that means…

Shirosaki shot to his feet. "Ichigo's in trouble."

Without another word Shiro dashed back into the building, his brothers only one step behind him. Even Kon stuck with them while he was still trying to sort through his own confusion.

Grimmjow shot up from his snoozing position on the desk when he heard the door slam open. A paper was stuck to the side of his face and he quickly peeled it off when he caught sight of Shiro's worried face.

"Shiro…? Wuh 'Sup?" Grimmjow mumbled and then 'tsk'ed when he was ignored. Normally he would've snapped at him, but he could tell something serious must be going on if Shiro's death glare was anything to go by.

Grimmjow quickly jumped out of his seat and chased after them.

No one cared or made a comment about the new addition to their group as they tried to keep up with Shiro. The white-haired teen narrowed his eyes as he tried to concentrate on Ichigo.

With each step he took, he could feel the tugging get stronger and stronger.

He figured he must be getting closer.

If what Mugetsu said was true, then this had to be Ichigo and Shiro just hoped he found him in time.

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TBC

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Ahhhhh Sorry for the cliffhanger, my darlings~!

But I was already on page 17

Soooo I figured the next scene could wait until next chapter

Don't hate me~~

And I hope you at least enjoyed this chapter

I figured Mugetsu would play it cool when he saw his brothers

because he already knew that he'd see them today

And YES

Shirosaki has a weird psychic power

I hinted it in a few chapters, so It shouldn't be that surprising

Getsuga's eyes and insides are immune to pretty much everything

And Kon is super fast and is like a frickin' energizer bunny

I'll let you guys wonder what Mugetsu and Ichigo can do