Author's Note: I had to revise my timeline a little bit, so the chapters from now on are going to be a little longer—hopefully I can wrap this story up before it gets to chapter 30. I'll be cutting it close! But at least you guys have an idea of how much more is left.
A lot of shit's going to happen in the next few chapters so if you guys get lost or confused, don't hesitate to PM me!
BTW you'll be seeing Getsuga's past now, because it's actually pretty important to the story… So it's a little lengthy… BUT I did notice how much you guys loved Mugetsu. You're all so sweet! Haha! So I added an extra part for him—just for you guys!
Enjoy~
UNBETA'D (you'll find a lot of mistakes in this chapter... Lol)
Star Brothers
Chapter19: Such Pretty Eyes
Mugetsu – 21 years old
Shirosaki – 18 years old
Getsuga – 18 years old
Kon – 15 years old
Ichigo – 15 years old
Getsuga narrowed his eyes as he ever so slowly tilted the glass beaker. Purple liquid sloshed and bubbled inside like it did in cheesy sci-fi movies. He shook his head at the thought beforing returning to the project at hand. All he needed was a teeny bit of the liquid to get the reaction he needed in the tube of minerals he'd prepared earlier.
Just a little bit more…
Almost there…
"HEYA, REAPER!"
Smoke seeped up right into Getsuga's face as he jumped and accidentally poured too much liquid out into the tube. The concoction fizzled and popped excitedly before dissipating into nothing.
Turning, Getsuga narrowed his dark on gold eyes to the person responsible.
Fucking Kokuto Kariya…
The asshole who had dubbed himself Getsuga's tormentor/bully since middle school.
The asshole that pushed him, shoved him, yelled at him, and called him names like Freak, Weirdo, Imp, Faggot, and—most recently—Reaper… It all started because of his unique eyes.
Getsuga was actually a freshman in High School now. So you'd think Kokuto would outgrow this weird obsession, but it only seemed to be getting worse.
And not worse as in 'more violent'… but worse as in 'more sexual'.
Getsuga wasn't shy when it came to his sexuality. Even though he was only 16, he's had his fair share of romps—usually with older males. But don't get the wrong idea… he never bottomed~
Kokuto though… Getsuga could grudgingly admit that he found the guy attractive—with his tall, slender physique that held strength and his wispy locks of snow-white hair… if only he wasn't such a fucking dick. Always pushing Getsuga's buttons by pointing out how weird his eyes were, or how pale his skin was, or how bright his hair was.
Getsuga prided himself in being able to counter Kokuto's advances, even though the other was a little older and could be quite voracious.
Recently Kokuto got caught taking things a little too far—so he was warned by the principle that if he was ever seen bullying Getsuga again, then he'd be immediately expelled. That made things a little easier for Getsuga at first… But now Kokuto made it his routine to wait for him outside the school grounds.
Soooo… Getsuga started staying late after school.
And it worked.
Kokuto was never a very patient person and he'd leave relatively early.
Plus, the science teacher, Ran'Tao, had been nice enough to leave the lab open for Getsuga when she found out about his little bully problem. He was one of her favorite students and she knew that Getsuga enjoyed being in the lab, so she didn't mind trusting him to clean up after himself. Of course, as a precaution, she locked up all the 'dangerous' chemicals before leaving…
Good thing Getsuga taught himself how to pick locks~
Kokuto coughed and waved a hand in front of his face as the smoke wafted up into his face.
Unfortunately for Getsuga, the smoke was nontoxic and wouldn't make Kokuto drop dead…
Getsuga narrowed his eyes when the asshole finally recovered and then grinned as if they were the best of friends.
"So this is where you've been hiding… Should've known." All Kokuto received in reply was a middle finger in his face before Getsuga turned around to start putting things away.
The sooner he cleaned up, the sooner he could get the fuck out of here.
"Ya know…" Getsuga froze up and almost dropped the scale as he placed it on the shelf when he felt Kokuto's slightly taller form press up against him, pinning him against the counter. "You can't just keep ignoring me forever… I'm gonna eventually hear that voice of yours~"
Cold fingers reached up to caress the teen's long, pale throat, making a shiver crawl down Getsuga's spine. Kokuto smirked and buried his nose in that long mane of orange hair, letting the silky strands brush against his face as he breathed in the other's scent.
Getsuga growled and quickly shoved the scale up the rest of the way before thrusting his elbow back, right into Kokuto's ribcage. He smirked in satisfaction at the pained gasp he received, but then he frowned when he heard a deep chuckle rumble from the other's throat.
"Won't be that easy this time, Reaper… M'gonna hear you scream my name today."
Getsuga shoved himself from the marble countertop, forcing Kokuto to back up as well and lose his balance. Getsu spun around and grabbed the teen's collar before he fell over. He brought Kokuto close so he could sneer angrily in the other's face, inverted eyes narrowed and lips pulled back to reveal shark-like teeth made for shredding throats.
Kokuto, unfortunately, wasn't intimidated in the least. He just calmly returned the look with a raised brow and mischievous grin.
That grin triggered Getsuga's inner alarm and his instincts screamed at him to get the fuck away.
NOW.
But it was too late.
Getsuga just barely saw Kokuto's hand as it quickly retreated to grab something in his back pocket. The orangette went to push him away, but Kokuto was faster.
Getsuga's breath left him all at once and every muscle in his body clenched as over a 100,000 volts of electricity pulsed through his body. The urge to scream grew with each passing millisecond, but Getsuga clenched his teeth and sealed his lips.
He would not give this asshole the satisfaction.
Kokuto chuckled as he watched Getsuga collapse to the marble floor and curl in on himself as his body twitched uncontrollably. Gold on black eyes slowly looked up to glare daggers at him, but Kokuto just found it amusing. He held up the taser in his hand, waving it back and forth teasingly, and pressed the button on and off making loud 'ZZZT's echo around the room. Bright sparks of electricity danced between the two prongs ominously.
Getsuga pulled his arms beneath himself and tried to push himself up, but his muscles collapsed under the weight. His face met the hard floor once again, making him hiss in pain.
Kokuto laughed at the attempt, finding the whole situation thoroughly amusing.
"Hard to move, isn't it? Hm~ Maybe I turned up the amp a little too much… Let's see~" He squatted down beside Getsuga and dug the taser into the poor teen's back, making him arch and open his mouth in a silent scream. "Nahhhh… I think it's just right!" Kokuto barked out a laugh when he finally removed the weapon from Getsuga to watch him twitch and wreath in pain.
The orangette clenched his fist and seethed with rage.
He'd make this fucker pay.
As soon as he could fucking move!
He looked up when he noticed Kokuto was no longer hovering over him. He was walking across the room towards the door and Getsuga wanted to feel relieved… He wanted to believe that this was the end of today's torture… That Kokuto would just keep on walking.
But he knew better.
Just as Getsuga thought that, Kokuto stopped at the door and slowly closed it while looking back at him with a smirk. Then there was the loud, ominous click of the lock. Dread welled up inside Getsuga.
'Fuckkk…'
Getsuga grit his teeth and pushed himself up into a sitting position while his muscles continued to convulse sporadically.
He was lucky he didn't die from the amount of wattage that fucking taser had.
Kokuto didn't seem bothered by Getsuga's rage-filled glare. The teen wasn't a threat at the moment… So he carefully placed the taser on the desk beside a few liquid-filled bowls that Getsuga had yet to put away.
The orangette struggled to his feet and hunched with his fists raised as high as he could manage as Kokuto took another step towards him.
"I'll leave you alone for now if you just say my name…" Kokuto said with a sick grin.
Getsuga immediately frowned and somehow managed to flip him off again in reply.
Like hell he was going to let this asshole win.
Getsuga hated his own voice and always had. It was strange and had a metallic hiss to it—he'd almost describe it as demonic… so Getsuga avoided speaking if he could. He always managed to express his thoughts through simple gestures and body language. It worked wonders. Teachers tried calling on him for answers, hoping to maybe coerce him into finally speaking in front of them, but they eventually learned to leave the stubborn teen alone.
The only time he ever spoke was if his even more stubborn father, Ryuken, ordered him to… or Getsuga sometimes spoke to scare some of the other students. He'd give them an evil grin and say stupid shit that would make them either cry or run in fear.
It was a fun way to pass the time…
"Just say it." Kokuto growled when Getsuga refused to obey him. He took another step closer and the orangette shot out his fist. He aimed his knuckles right at the older teen's face, but his muscles were still too weak. Kokuto caught his wrist with ease. Getsuga squeezed his eyes shut and braced himself when his legs were suddenly swept out from under him.
He grunted in frustration when he found himself reacquainted with the ground.
Kokuto flipped him onto his stomach and quickly settled on top of his legs before he could squirm away.
"You're making this so much harder on yourself… But that's okay. I like a challenge." Kokuto hummed in delight as he grabbed a fistful of Getsuga's sunshine-orange locks. He then reached down with his other hand to grab Getsuga's hip with bruising force. He used that grip on the teen to lift him up onto his knees while keep his pale face smashed against the tiles.
Getsuga's eyes snapped open and a loud hiss ripped from his throat when he felt Kokuto unbutton his jeans. Rage pumped through his veins and filled him with the energy and motivation he needed to quickly throw himself back so he could try and dislodge the asshole—but it wasn't enough. Kokuto wrapped the teen's hair around his fist a few times so he could have a better hold and used it to pull Getsuga the rest of the way up. They were both sitting up on their knees and Kokuto had the teen pressed against him so he could reach around and let his fingers roam across the other's chest and stomach.
Getsuga wasn't giving up yet though! He reached up to dig his fingers into the hand that was practically ripping the hair from his skull and then tried to elbow the asshole again.
But. It wasn't. Fucking. Working!
Getsuga needed something to distract Kokuto long enough for him to maybe grab the taser and electrocute him with the damned thing.
Knock Knock Knock.
Both teens froze and snapped their eyes towards the door.
"Hey, Getsuga! You were supposed to meet me outside 10 minutes ago! Father is going to be dissapointed if we're late again."
Uryuu!
Getsuga had never been so happy to hear that annoying little shit's voice!
And it was just the distraction he'd been waiting for.
He quickly reached back with both hands and grabbed the back of Kokuto's unsuspecting head, letting his own fingers grip the teen's white hair. Then, with every ounce of strength he had left, Getsuga flipped the bully over his shoulder.
Kokuto grunted as he landed on his back and unconsciously released his hold on the other's hair.
Before he could recover from the blow, Getsuga quickly grabbed the counter and pulled himself to his feet. Strength was returning to his limbs and Getsuga fought to keep going.
He went to grab the taser, but Kokuto was too quick—he rolled onto his knees and shot his hand up to knock the weapon away just as Getsuga's fingers grazed the hard, black plastic.
Kokuto was about to jump up and tackle the poor teen back to the ground, but Getsuga refused to let him.
In a moment of panic, and without much thought, Getsuga reached out to one of the bowls he'd filled with acid.
Kokuto never saw it coming.
The bowl went straight towards his head and the toxic liquid spilled out, devouring half of his face. his skin sizzled and boiled as the chemical immediately began to eat away at his skin, one cell at a time.
Kokuto dropped to the floor and writhed in pure agony. Scream after scream ripped from his throat and, in his panic, he tried wiping off the acid, but it only made his hands burn as well.
Getsuga stepped back and felt his eyes widen.
'Shit. Shit. Shit!'
He quickly dragged Kokuto by his feet to the emergency shower. He pulled the chain, not caring that he was getting wet as well.
The water rushed down and rained on Kokuto's face before dropping to the floor and down the drain. The cool liquid tried to sooth the teen's skin, but it only seemed to make it worse. Kokuto's screams rose in volume and Getsuga had no idea what to do.
He didn't hear the door unlock through the water and screams, but when the door slammed open, he finally looked up to see Uryuu and his teacher Ran'Tao—probably back from an after-school Science Club meeting.
Kokuto was quickly rushed to the hospital and Getsuga was forced to go with him so he could explain what happened to the doctors. Ran-Toa questioned him with some of the nurses present. He refused to say anything though. All he did was show them where Kokuto had tased him… His skin was already bruised and raw, and it was only bound to get worse as the day progressed… But it couldn't possibly compare to having acid thrown in your face…
Getsuga was forced to wait just outside the emergency room where Kokuto was being worked on.
His father had left the hospital for the day, but now he was being called back and Getsuga could only imagine what Ryuken was going to do to him.
Uryuu sat beside him and stuck by his side the whole time, which Getsuga actually appreciated, but at the same time… He wished he could just be alone.
He knew father was going to kill him for this.
That or he'll be locked away in a mental institute for the rest of his life if he was lucky…
Or maybe he'd get put in the electric chair for attempted murder.
'Shit. Shit. Shittttt.'
Getsuga was beginning to panic.
Most of the nurses and doctors were in the room, trying their best to save Kokuto's melting face before any of the acid leaked through his skull to his brain.
Getsuga looked up when he heard footsteps echo against the white, concrete walls of the empty hospital wing.
Getsuga tensed as Ryuken's steel eyes locked with his.
The scariest part was that the man had absolutely no emotion on his face. Not even the slightest hint of anger or disappointment.
"Uryuu…" Ryuken said as soon as he stopped in front of the teens. The youngest of them look up over his glasses to give the man his undivided attention. "Go wait in the lobby while I speak with Getsuga."
Uryuu gave a short nod and sent Getsuga a sympathetic look before doing as he was told. When he was finally out of earshot, Ryuken returned his attention to Getsuga, making the teen fold in on himself.
"What's this about you pouring acid on another student?"
Other than the emphasis on 'acid', his deep voice was completely monotone and, just like his expression, void of emotion.
Getsuga pursed his lips and sunk lower in the chair, not wanting to say anything.
"Getsuga…"
There it was.
The hint of anger that promised many sleepless nights filled with intense lectures and verbal torture.
Getsuga clenched his fist and bit his lip before releasing a long sigh.
"He… tried to… take advantage of me…"
Ryuken raised a brow at that. "And you defended yourself by using a highly corrosive chemical… Getsuga…"
Said teen huffed out an annoyed breath. After getting over the initial shock of what he'd done, he didn't really feel all that bad anymore. The asshole had it coming… all those years of constant torment—just because of his strange eyes and apparent sex appeal.
Getsuga stood to his feet and lifted his shirt to reveal the scorch marks from the taser.
Ryuken traced the wounds with an expert eye. He knew exactly what they were from, and a small flash of anger appeared in his eyes—whether he was still angry about the acid or the taser, Getsuga couldn't really tell…
So Getsuga took in a deep breath and readied himself for longest string of words he'd ever put together.
"He tased me and tried rape me. I didn't realize what I threw at him until it was too late—But I can't say I'm entirely sorry… That fucker has been targeting me since middle school. Even ask Uryuu—He'll tell you the same shit." He didn't really mean to say all those curse words, especially in front of Ryuken, but he was too worked up to really care at the moment.
Ryuken frowned a little at the teen's verbiage, but didn't rebuke it.
"Fine… What's this young man's name?"
Getsuga paused before biting out, "Kokuto Kariya." He scrunched his brows in confusion when Ryuken's eyes widened ever so slightly at the name.
"Kariya?" He quickly looked around to make sure they were truly alone before grabbing Getsuga's arm harshly. Getsuga tried to break free from the grip, but Ryuken's fingers were like steel traps, and the teen began to internally panic.
'This is it… This is when I die… Guess I won't be finding my brothers in this life. Maybe my next life…' He glanced down at his arm, mentally envisioning the star-shaped scar on his forearm. 'Wonder if I can come back a fire-breathing dragon…'
Getsuga lost himself in his thoughts, imagining himself as a dragon. He'd burn city after city to the ground and watch as his flames devoured everything in sight.
Getsuga smirked to himself, no longer paying attention as he was dragged down each hallway but then he snapped back to reality when he was brought to a sudden halt.
He blinked and peered around Ryuken's tense shoulder to see that there was a man blocking the doorway that led to the lobby.
He was taller than his father and, even though he wore a trench-coat, you could tell the man was extremely fit and loaded with thick muscle. He had frost-white hair, just like Kokuto, and a scar which decorated his chin right beneath the left corner of his lip. His dark eyebrows were thick and sloped up towards his temples, giving the illusion that he was always scowling. The most startling thing about him though were his eyes.—His glowing crimson eyes.
"Jin Kariya…" Ryuken greeted stiffly while placing himself in front of Getsuga, as if protecting him from an incoming attack.
Getsuga pursed his lips as the tension became obvious.
This man must've been Kuroko's father.
"Ryuken Ishida… It's been a while." He smiled politely towards the other man, but then he frowned when the pleasant greeting wasn't reciprocated. "I got a call saying my precious boy was… attacked?" He narrowed his eyes and let a small smirk twitch across his lips when he saw both males tense. "You must be Getsuga." He hummed, crimson eyes locked to said teen.
Getsuga let a sneer take over his face.
Now he knew where Kokuto got his fucked up personality.
He didn't like this guy one bit.
And neither did Ryuken apparently.
"Listen, Jin. I'll pay for all the medical bills. Let's not make this into a big deal."
Jin tilted his head and shoved his hand in the pockets of his trench coat, seeming almost relaxed.
"Big deal…? I don't know. I mean—from what I heard, Kokuto won't be able to see out of his right eye. The skin… It melted together and stuck to the socket. The doctor said he could remove it completely and maybe give him a glass eye… But I don't know…" Jin began walking forward with that creepy smirk still in place. "Your… son… Has such pretty eyes." Ryuken straightened and stood his ground as Jin came dangerously close. The man was barely a foot away and he was peering over the man's shoulder to gaze down at Getsuga. "You don't have to pay for the bills… But only if my son can have one of those pretty eyes.
Said 'pretty eyes' widened in shock and Getsuga took a step back.
This fucker was crazy!
Ryuken stepped forward threateningly so he could get in the others face. His grey eyes were serious as they bored into the other man's.
"I'll pay for any expenses and we'll go our separate ways. You will stay away from this boy—do you understand me, Jin?"
Getsuga blinked in surprise. He'd never imagine that Ryuken would go to these lengths for his well-being. This was news to Getsuga, and he couldn't've been more relieved.
Jin raised a brow and finally took a step back to regain some personal space.
"Hmm… Or what?"
Getsuga bristled in alarm and glanced at Ryuken to see what he'd do. The man shifted his glasses higher up his nose and swept his hands down his wrinkled suit like a bird smoothing out its ruffled feathers.
"Or… I'll let the others know you're finally out of hiding. I'll make sure your son never leaves this hospital and you'll end up right back in that place you love so much."
This time Jin seemed to be the one with the ruffled feathers.
"You win… for now. I'll make sure the hospital knows where to send the damn bills." Jin narrowed his eyes and shoved past them to make his way towards the emergency room. Before he disappeared around the corner though, he paused. "Oh and Ryuken…" Said man narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms to show that he was listening. "Just so you know… If you rat me out then I can't promise that I'll keep my mouth shut about…" He gave a pointed glance towards Getsuga, making the teen raise a brow curiously but didn't say another word. He waited until Ryuken nodded in understanding and sent one last seething glare before finally leaving.
Ryuken didn't waste any more time standing around once the man was gone. He quickly snatched up Getsuga's arm again and retrieved Uryuu before herding them both into the car.
It was silent the whole ride home.
And as soon as they got home, Ryuken had shoved sunglasses into Getsuga's hands and made him promise to always keep them on, especially in public.
How could he say no?
…
..
.
Getsuga snapped his eyes open when he heard footsteps racing down the stairs, followed by loud laughter.
Both he and Mugetsu looked up to see Ichigo racing down the stairs with an angry sneer on his lips. He was being followed closely by Kon and Mugetsu snorted a laugh when he noticed the bottle of what he could only assume was perfume in the teen's hand.
"C'mon, Ichi! Stay still!"
"Fuck you!" Ichigo spun as he made it to the living room to glare at Kon.
Getsuga blinked and got to his feet, ready to separate the two knuckle-heads, but he paused when he noticed what Ichigo was wearing. He let his eyes trail up and down the teen's form appreciatively.
Not bad…
Ichigo seemed to sense the gaze on him and quickly peeked over his shoulder. His whole face turned read when he noticed that not only Getsuga was smirking at him, but even Mugetsu was smiling and nodding his approval.
"Aha!" Kon noticed the distraction and used it to his advantage. He quickly sprayed Ichigo with the flowery scented body-spray.
"Dammit, Kon! I don't want to smell like a fucking girl!"
Getsuga chuckled softly but immediately fell silent and frowned at what Kon said next.
"But Shiro will like it~"
Ichigo's face seemed to get even more red—if that was possible and nervously shuffled his feet.
"… You sure?"
Kon rolled his eyes and then started dragging his poor twin towards the door. "I'm positive! But if you don't believe me then let's test it out!" He shoved Ichigo outside and waited for Getsuga and Mugetsu to join them before closing and locking the door to the house.
They all made their way to the car and Ichigo quickly peeked inside to see that Shiro was passed out in the back seat. Ichigo bit his lip and looked back at Kon nervously, but his twin just rolled his eyes and motioned for Ichigo to get in already.
Ichigo swallowed the lump that had suddenly formed in the back of his throat and quickly opened the door, but he paused. Shirosaki was still passed out and Ichigo was too nervous.
Kon waited a split moment for Ichigo to grow some balls, but then he lost his patience.
Ichigo yelped when he was shoved into the car and practically thrown right onto Shiro's lap. One of his legs had somehow been thrown over the other's to settle between his legs and their faces were so close to each other.
Of course Shiro instantly jumped awake during the crash landing. It took him a second of blinking to realize where he was and what was going on, but when his eyes locked with wide cocoa-brown, a devious smile instantly split his face.
Kon couldn't suppress the proud grin when he saw the way Shiro slowly looked Ichigo up and down, taking in every article of clothing.
Getsuga hissed and pulled Kon out of the way before the teen could climb into the backseat beside Ichigo. Kon pouted when the older teen took the remaining spot, forcing him to take the passenger seat.
Mugetsu let out a long sigh as he climbed into the driver seat and shut the door. He briefly wondered if he should consider having his brothers put in therapy.
"Nah… That would probably make things worse…" He mumbled under his breath. Kon glanced at him with a raised brow, but said nothing as he let his gaze move to the rearview mirror so he could see what was happening in the back.
"U-uhm… Sorry." Ichigo mumbled, his eyes looking everywhere except Shiro as he readjusted himself so he was settled properly on the leather seat.
"No prob…" Shirosaki said, grin still plastered on his face. He then swooped in closer so he could whisper in the teen's red ear. "Ya look good, Ichi~"
Ichigo spluttered and took in a few quick breaths at the burst of excitement that rushed through him.
'What the fuck is wrong with me!?'
But one glance at Shirosaki and his sexy outfit and he knew exactly what was wrong.
Ichigo tensed and his eyes practically rolled to the back of his head when he felt Shiro shift closer to him, only to bury his warm face against Ichigo's neck and take a deep breath through his nose.
"Ya smell good too~"
Ichigo snapped his eyes open and pursed his lip when he saw Kon's victorious smirk.
"Th-thanks…" Was all he could choke out and he felt like he was going to burst when Shiro draped an arm over his shoulder to pull him closer.
Getsuga narrowed his eyes when he noticed his twin's hand which was practically dangling right in front of his face. He pushed up his sunglasses so they completely covered his narrowed eyes and he really tried to push away his growing annoyance, but it wasn't that easy… And then he got an idea~
Getsuga remained stone-faced as he inconspicuously reached into his front pocket. He dug around until his fingers grasped the one little object he was looking for.
Shirosaki couldn't help himself anymore.
Screw implications and subtlety. When he delved into Ichigo's mind he could see that the teen wanted it just as much as he did~!
Shiro parted his lips and smirked at the slight intake of breath he heard by his ear. Feeling encouraged, he lightly grazed his teeth up that long, luscious neck until he could nip at the sensitive skin behind that cute little ear. He sucked playfully, letting his tongue press against the skin so he could finally taste his sweet berry.
But then something caught his attention: A light pinching against his fingers which quickly morphed into a painful burning sensation. Shiro yelped and snatched his arm away, making Ichigo jump in surprise.
Shiro pulled his hand up to inspect his fingers, only to see that skin was bright red and felt painfully tight.
He quickly narrowed his eyes and glanced up just in time to see the fire being flicked out. The culprit just so happened to be his beloved twin, Getsuga. The bastard was just sitting there with the offending lighter gripped in his fingers, a sly smirk splitting his face.
"Asshole!" Shiro lunged to attack his traitorous twin, but he crashed into the front seats when Mugetsu suddenly slammed on the breaks.
"Knock it off!" The eldest brother shouted. "We're here! Now get out!"
Each brother blinked and obeyed without question. Usually Mugetsu was the level-headed one…
Once they were all outside, Mugetsu locked the doors and walked up to them. He seemed to have calmed down as he took a deep breath and let it out through his nose.
"I'm going to see if Kaien's here… Classes don't start for another 20 minutes, so you guys are welcome to come join me."
Kon smiled and instantly hopped over. "Okeedokee!"
Getsuga nodded while Shiro shrugged, "Sure, why not?"
All eyes then turned to Ichigo. Shirosaki raised a brow questioningly when Ichigo shook his head. "Uhm… Sorry, but I can't. I promised my friends I'd meet with them before class."
Mugetsu smiled with a nod. "Okay. We'll just meet up with you later then."
Ichigo smiled back and waved goodbye before turning to walk away.
Shirosaki bit his lip when he glanced down to watch as Ichigo's cute little ass swayed into the distance.
Kon snorted in amusement when he noticed the look while Getsuga scoffed under his breath. He then elbowed Shiro in the side—Hard, making his twin hiss in pain.
"What's your fucking deal today!?" Shiro rounded on Getsuga as he rubbed his abused side. His lips were set in a snarl when all he got was a blank look in response. "I'll kill you!" He went in for the attack and Getsuga was prepared to counter until he noticed the annoyed look on Mugetsu's face.
The eldest brother wasn't about to get between their stupid bickering anymore, but that didn't mean he approved of it.
Kon stood on the sidelines and watched curiously as Getsuga dodged the punch sent to his chest. Honestly, Kon was just glad that he wasn't the one taking the brunt of Shirosaki' anger.
The fight ended as quickly as it started though when Shiro realized that Getsuga wasn't going to fight back. Shiro huffed in annoyance. "Don't start somethin' you're not gonna finish, ya dick." He grumbled under his breath.
Getsuga just shrugged and moved to follow Mugetsu as he saw said brother making his way into the school with Kon.
Shirosaki waited a second, debating if he should just go find out where Ichigo went… But then he sighed and trudged behind Getsuga. He'd see the dandelion in PE anyway… Maybe he'd catch Ichigo while he's in the middle of getting dressed~
Getsuga looked over his shoulder at Shiro and rolled his eyes when he noticed the perverted grin.
One-track mind…
The twins caught up with the other two just as they were about to open the door to the front office.
All four walked in to see a long desk located in the middle of the room. Multiple chairs lined the walls, presumably where you waited to speak with whoever it was you needed to speak with. Behind the desk were three doors. One led to the counselor's office: Mr. Ukitake. In the middle was Principle Yamamoto's office. And last, but not least, was Vice Principle Kaien's office.
Mugetsu shrugged as he walked around the empty desk to reach their Cousin's door. He knocked lightly against the wood, but there was no answer.
Kon blinked and pressed his ear against the door.
"Someone's in there… I hear somethin'…"
Each brother looked at one another curiously, wondering if they should really just barge in.
"Fuck it." Shirosaki finally said and he quickly opened the door to reveal that Kaien was, indeed, inside.
Kon stifled a laugh when he noticed the poor man was sound asleep on his desk. His face was planted against the multiple papers scattered across the hard oak and his chest rose and fell with each gentle snore. Getsuga raised a brow and Shiro smirked when Kon tip-toed forward and quietly grabbed one of the heavy texts books beside Kaien's head.
"Kon… Don't—" Mugetsu tried to warn as he saw Kon raise the book higher and higher. But the younger teen didn't listen to him as he opened his fingers, letting the book fall to the desk with a loud SLAM!
Poor Kaien nearly jumped out of his skin.
"Holy shit!"
The papers he'd been laying on scattered to the floor and when he was finished having his mini-heart attack he glared at the four uninvited trouble-makers in his office.
Mugetsu pursed his lips and gave an apologetic smile while the others just laughed their asses off.
"Ha ha… Hilarious…" Kaien grumpily replied and leaned back in his chair as he tried to blink away the weariness. When he looked around, he finally noticed the fallen papers. Each brother's curiosity piqued when Kaien suddenly jumped to his feet, nearly knocking over the chair, and immediately began to rescue each paper.
Getsuga narrowed his eyes and quickly bent down to pick up a few of the papers while Kaien wasn't looking. Skimming through, he saw that both pages were a long list of chemical compounds and DNA strands. It was an odd combination and even Getsuga couldn't make much sense of it. Sketches and handwritten notes decorated the right margin of the page and at the very bottom was the title and page number.
Hero Project 2.0 pg. 08/15
Before he could attempt to make any more sense of the paper, it was quickly snatched from his fingers, nearly giving him a paper-cut.
He raised a brow and gave Kaien a curious look, but the man ignored him in favor of returning to his desk to stuff the paper into a folder carelessly before shoving it in a random drawer of his desk.
Kaien paused to catch his breath before collapsing back in his seat. Once he was relaxed he finally glanced up at the brothers with a strained smile.
"Uhm… What—" Kon was about to start but Kaien quickly cleared his throat and decided to change the subject.
"So you're all together again, I see. That's wonderful!"
Mugetsu raised a brow at the sudden change. Kaien's actions were just screaming 'Suspicious'! But Mugetsu was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt… Maybe it was just some personal paperwork that he didn't feel comfortable sharing. It seemed like Kaien had been here all night looking through them… If the dark bags under his eyes were anything to go by. So if they were that important, then Mugetsu didn't feel comfortable prying.
Kon seemed to be the first to snap out of it. He jumped up and pumped his fist in the air. "Yup! The Star Brothers* are back in action!"
Mugetsu let a fond smile split his face while Getsuga snorted in amusement.
Shirosaki hummed and let a half-smile quirk his lips. "The Star Brothers… I kinda like that…"
Kon seems a little shocked at that and quickly clung to Shiro while happy tears streamed down his face. "I knew you liked me!"
Shiro's smile immediately fell and returned to its usual snarl as he tried to pry the obnoxious teen from him.
"Wait." Kaien straightened up, making the recliner creak back into place. "I only count four of you… Where's Ichigo?"
Shiro paused in abusing poor Kon at the mention of their missing brother, unintentionally letting the teen slip from his grasp.
Mugetsu smiled politely as he crossed his arms. "He's here at the school—He just wanted to go see his friends."
"Ah… Alright then… Anyway! How are you feeling today, Mugetsu? The ole' ticker still kickin'?" Kaien joked playfully.
Mugetsu scratched the back of his neck and ran his fingers through his long hair nervously as he thought of how to answer that. "Well… I'm feeling much better today. But, honestly, the doctor said I need to be more careful."
Kaien pursed his lips and nodded, sorrow and sympathy swimming in his eyes. "Okay. Well… If you ever need anything or if you have to leave early—I'll have no problem with that. Just tell me so I can let the guards know and whatnot."
Shirosaki frowned at the mention of their guards. "Oh yeah… Forgot 'bout them… Do we need permission ta leave 'r any stupid shit like that?"
Kaien hummed and scratched at his temple in thought. "Hmmm… Nahh… I don't think so. If you leave, they'll most likely just follow you to your destination. There should be one guard for each of you—but I don't know… Yamamoto handles all of that stuff." Kaien gestured in the air flippantly while shrugging. When none of the brothers jumped to say anything, Kaien continued, "So… Was there something you guys needed from me, or are you just trying to kill time until the bell rings?"
Kon tilted his head as he leaned back against the door casually. "Both I guess… Muge wanted to see if you had his stuff."
Kaien's eyes lit with understanding. "Ah! Yes." The raven-haired man hummed as he pushed back towards one of the large wooden cabinets in the back of the office, the chair's wheels squealing in protest with each roll.
Mugetsu straightened and he smiled when his Violin case was revealed along with his side-bag which had his precious sketchbooks and binder which was filled with his assignment plans for the year. "Thank you very much! I really appreciate it."
Kaien nodded and grinned as he passed the stuff to their owner. "I actually have to go and get ready to make the morning announcement today." He stood to his feet as he continued speaking, "You guys have a great day… And it's really great to see you all together again." Kaien glanced at each teen fondly as he realized just how much they've grown.
These young men couldn't possibly be the same little brats he took care of so many years ago…
Shirosaki smirked and Getsuga nodded while Kon and Mugetsu sent him huge smiles.
"Same to you, Kaien!" Kon waved happily as they all made their way out of the office and into the hallway.
Just as everyone is about to go their separate ways, Mugetsu pauses. "Hold up." Once all eyes were back on him, he quickly retrieved his phone. "We should exchange numbers real quick."
They all nodded in agreement and took the time to register each of their numbers into the others' phones.
"What about Ichi?" Kon wondered aloud once they were finished.
Shirosaki instantly replied with, "Don't worry. I was already plannin' on buyin' him a phone today…"
"Awwww~ Aren't you sweet~!" Kon smirked as he leaned in and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. He quickly dodged the open palm aimed at the back of his head and ran down the hall. He was nothing but an orange blur as he weaved between the other students who were making their way to class.
"Tch… Lil' dick." Shirosaki hissed but then he shrugged and began walking away. He threw a small wave over his shoulder before saying a quick, "See ya later."
Getsuga rolled his but gave Mugetsu a quick pat on the shoulder before also taking his leave.
Mugetsu smiled as he gripped his violin case. He couldn't help but be happy to have all his brothers back. Even though they could be a bunch of immature, horny, hormonal pricks… He was still happy to have them back in his life.
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Ichigo shuffled his feet in the dirt nervously and crossed his arms as he tried to keep his emotions under control.
It used to be so easy to do that…
But now…
Cocoa brown eyes glanced up and then dropped back to the ground when he realized that Renji was still. Fucking. Staring!
Rukia and the others weren't any better either.
The only one who wasn't staring was Chad… Or at least Ichigo assumed he wasn't staring.
It was hard to tell with those thick bangs.
"Would guys knock it off already?" Ichigo growled, his temper finally flaring to life.
Rukia seemed to snap out of it and her dumbfound expression was replaced with pure curiosity. "At first I thought you were Kon."
"Well…" Ichigo scratched the back of his neck nervously. "These are actually his clothes. He insisted that I where them."
Ichigo blushed when he realized Renji's gaze was wandering to places they normally wouldn't.
"RENJI!"
Said redhead jumped and finally snapped out of his daze. "What!?"
Rukia snickered as she poked Renji in the side. "You were gawking~"
Renji seemed affronted at first but then a light blush dusted his cheeks when he realized that he had been staring a little too long.
"It's just… You look so… different." Renji mumbled while looking everywhere except Ichigo.
"I think you look nice, Ichigo…" Orihime quietly defended him. Her face exploded into a deep-red blush when soft, cocoa eyes shifted towards her.
Tatsuki rolled her eyes. "Ya look like a fruit…" When Ichigo raised a brow and gave her a small smirk, she quickly added with a blush of her own, "But… ya know… A handsome fruit…"
The orangette sighed as he forced himself to relax.
It was bad enough his friends were reacting this way… Lord knows what will happen when he finally enters the school—Honestly, as long as he didn't run into fucking Bazz-B, then everything else should be okay.
"Did Byakuya drop you guys off?" He asked Rukia and Renji, trying desperately to change the subject.
"Oh yeah!" Rukia chirped while slamming her fist against an open palm. "He did, and he said he wanted to speak with you, but he had to go find Kenpachi first. Or something like that…"
Ichigo tilted his head in thought at that. "Uhmm… Okay… Well I have PE first. So if I head there now then I'll probably meet them both at the gym."
Everyone shrugged and seemed to nod their heads in agreement.
"We'll walk with you." Renji volunteered while raising his hand. Ichigo deadpanned at his friend's unusually enthusiastic attitude, but he otherwise ignored it.
"Sure!" Orihime piped up as well with a small smile.
Everyone else either shrugged or nodded in agreement, making Ichigo smile. His friends seemed both surprised and mesmerized by the expression.
Ichigo forgot that smiling had been a rare occurance before… But he couldn't help it now. His whole being felt lighter and it seemed to be infectious because everyone else smiled with him.
"Alright. Let's get going then." Tatsuki hummed as she herded everyone forward.
They all joked and laughed as they made their way from the bleachers to the school, but all that stopped when they began making their way through the halls.
It was hard to notice it at first, but the deeper into the school they went, the more obvious it became.
Ichigo was getting stared at.
Groups of girls would giggle and whisper amongst themselves whenever he passed while most guys just pointed and laughed. The title "Strawberry Princess" made its way around the groups until people were practically chanting it.
"Fuck…" Ichigo cursed.
Renji and the others tried their best to form a protective circle around him, but some assholes managed to weasel their way through. Half of them would maneuver themselves in front of said 'princess' and try to press him against the lockers. Large, grabby hands caressed his sides and the more bold assholes even groped his ass.
Let's just say Ichigo was forced to sprain a few wrists and knee some unsuspecting groins.
"Dammit." Ichigo hissed and he finally snapped when someone actually came up and slapped his rear. With a growl, he instantly spun on his heel and punched the person right in the jaw.
Guilt spread through him when he saw that familiar head of baby-blue.
"Shit! Sorry!"
Grimmjow didn't seem upset though. He was actually smirking as he wiped the blood from his split lip.
"Ya got quite a right hook, Ichi~"
Said teen blushed bright red when Grimmjow licked his lips and looked him up and down.
"Hey, hey! Get lost, asshole!" Renji jumped up in front of Ichigo, fists up and ready to snap forward.
Grimmjow's smirk spread into an excited grin and he almost seemed eager at the prospect of a fight.
"Oh yeah? Bring it, Red~"
Ichigo sighed as grabbed the back of his friend's shirt to pull him back and out of swinging distance.
"Relax, Ren… This is Grimmjow. He's… My Brother's... foster brother… I guess?" Ichigo struggled to explain, making said bluenette's smile soften.
Renji and Rukia looked at him like he'd grown another head.
"So he's is Kon's foster brother?" Orihime wondered aloud as she blinked up at the taller man.
Grimmjow frowned and raised a brow at the curious stare, but then he smirked and winked at Orihime, making the poor girl stammer and blush.
Ichigo rolled his eyes at his antics. He remembered having a similar reaction when he first met Grimmjow.
He rubs his temple as he sighed. "No… He's not Kon's brother, He's Shirosaki's…"
Renji shook his head and scrunched his brow in confusion. "Who?"
Ichigo groaned in frustration. He forgot he had to explain everything to his friends. "Let's just get to the gym and I'll explain everything there…"
Everyone raised a brow but didn't argue.
They still had time.
"You coming too, Grimm?" Ichigo asked the taller teen when he remembered that they had the same first class. He didn't even realize that he'd just used a nickname and it made Grimmjow chuckle but the bluenette didn't draw attention to it.
"Hmmm… Sure~"
And with that, everyone resumed making their way through the school while trying to avoid the perverted leeches making moves on the 'Strawberry Princess'.
To Ichigo's relief, Grimmjow's intimidating presence worked wonders.
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Mugetsu stifled a yawn as he poured himself another cup of coffee.
He was currently hiding away in the teacher's lounge. It seemed to be the best place to wait for the bell to ring, since he didn't really feel like sitting in an empty classroom. Plus, he was getting sleepy…
That cup of joe Nel made for him earlier was already beginning to wear off.
Mugetsu knew he shouldn't be having so much caffeine-what with his heart condition and all, but if he didn't have it then he'd probably end up falling asleep while teaching. If he had another heart attack, then so be it!
Thankfully, none of the other teachers were in the lounge, so Mugetsu could quietly explore his thoughts as he let the delicious black coffee work its magic.
Just then the door's hinges squealed, signaling that someone had entered the room.
'Spoke too soon…'
Mugetsu blinked and glanced over his shoulder to see who dared disturb his coffee time, but he almost dropped the Styrofoam cup in excitement when the man fully entered the room.
He was gorgeous.
Long, ink-blank hair was pulled back into a low ponytail and reached just below those broad shoulders. Smaller strands had fallen loose and framed his face, caressing that strong jawline with each turn of his head. Light, porcelain skin seemed to glow in the bright light of the school and contrasted well with his navy dress-shirt and black pants. Mugetsu found his gaze slowly traveling back up that lean, well-muscled body until he was gazing straight into steely, onyx eyes. A perfectly shaped brow arched at the scrutiny and soft, thin lips dropped into a small frown.
Mugetsu didn't realize he'd been staring for so long, until he finally seemed to snap out of it.
But it was hard… he'd never been quite this enthralled before.
Sure, he's checked out guys before and he's been hit on from time to time, but Mugetsu was usually able to shrug it off with a cool façade.
But this man… Mugetsu found himself blushing like a little schoolgirl when those dark eyes seemed to pierce right through his very soul.
"Are you quite finished?" The man's deep voice plucked at Mugetsu's libido and played his nerves like a well-tuned instrument.
Mugetsu gulped and quickly averted his gaze, never noticing that he was also being studied by the very eyes he'd just been trapped inside.
"Sorry…" He mumbled and distracted himself by sipping at his coffee.
"Hm…" The man let the awkwardness settle for a bit longer before finally breaking the tension. "Have you seen Kenpachi Zaraki?" He asked.
Mugetsu scrunched his brow in thought but refused to look up from his Styrofoam cup. "Uh. You mean the Physical Ed teacher? I've heard of him, but I haven't actually met him yet"
The man's lips tightened slightly in what seemed like irritation.
"I just came from the gymnasium and he wasn't there. I was hoping he would be here."
Mugetsu took another small sip of his coffee as he hovered the cup in front of his face with both hands. "Haven't seen him…" He quietly replied.
The man sighed in exasperation. "I see… Have a good day." He turned and opened the door.
Mugetsu felt his chest tighten when he took that first step out the door. He didn't want the man to leave just yet! Dammit!
"Coffee!" Mugetsu blurted, making the stranger pause and turn to pin him with those sexy eyes again. That perfect brow rose once more as confusion set in.
"I beg your pardon?"
Mugetsu mentally slapped himself and imagined jumping off the empire-state building. 'God you're so stupid!' He berated himself, but then he blushed when he realized the guy was still waiting on him for an explanation.
"I mean…" Mugetsu fumbled for words and he shifted uneasily. "The coffee- It's fresh. I just made it—that is… if you'd like a cup."
Onyx eyes stared at him for a long moment and Mugetsu was afraid that he would just shake his head and laugh at his face.
He wouldn't blame him…
This beautiful Adonis was most likely already taken, or worse… he was probably straight.
Mugetsu was so busy mentally preparing himself for rejection that his breath seemed to burst from his lungs when the gorgeous stranger graced him with a tiny smile.
"Sure."
Mugetsu instantly jumped to grab him a cup. Unfortunately, he'd grabbed the last Styrofoam one, but there were still some coffee mugs in the cabinets. Mugetsu wasn't sure if he should be using them, but they seemed clean and he'd make sure to rinse it out later.
"Black fine?"
"Yes."
Mugetsu wasn't expecting that voice to be so close—he could practically feel the man's hot, minty breath caressing his cheek.
CRASH!
Eyes widened and looked down to see that the mug that had been cradled in Mugetsu's gentle fingers was now in a million pieces across the floor.
"Shit!" Mugetsu panicked and instantly dropped to his knees so he could start collecting the broken shards. He started with the bigger pieces, letting them pile up in the palm of his hand.
"Don't!" The stranger also dropped to his knees and gently grasped the other's wrists, making him stop and also forcing him to drop the pieces he'd already collected. "You'll cut yourself." He admonished in a stern voice, and Mugetsu couldn't help but notice that it had an almost older-brotherly tone to it.
He knew because he'd used that same tone before.
Mugetsu couldn't help but smile. "Thanks, but it's okay." With that said, Mugetsu grudgingly pried his wrists from the other's firm yet gentle grasp.
The man scrunched his brow slightly in confusion. "No. Come now. I'm sure there's a dustpan and broom in here."
Mugetsu was tempted to argue, but then he pursed his lips.
It probably wouldn't be a good idea to tell this gorgeous stranger that it was actually impossible for him to cut himself due to his unique body.
Yeah… It surprised Mugetsu at first too.
He didn't realize it until after the separation from his brothers. It was then that he began taking notice of certain things: Like the fact that he'd never get cuts or bruises. He couldn't get scabs or road rash if he fell in the street. His skin wouldn't burn if he accidentally touched the stove and—Well… he never actually tested it out but he assumed that if his skin couldn't burn then he couldn't get frostbite either.
It seemed like a kick-ass ability at first, but it turned out to have a major flaw…
When Mugetsu developed his heart condition, the doctors obviously suggested heart surgery. It would've been a simple operation—just cut him open, clean up some of the arteries and take off some of the pressure from his pectorals. Or, if worse came to worse, he could just get a new heart. But all of those options flew out the window when they couldn't even stick Mugetsu with a needle to figure out his blood-type.
His weak, fragile heart was trapped within this steel-like body…
"Here we go."
Mugetsu blinked and slowly returned from his thoughts when the gorgeous man suddenly returned with a small hand-broom and dustpan. Muge was forced to step out of the way as the stranger made quick work of cleaning the floor, and it made him fidget.
"I'm so sorry!" He eventually apologized, but all he received was a bored look.
'Ahhhh… I fucked up!'
Mugetsu watched silently as the broken mug was disposed of and the man went about making his own cup of coffee. He was about ready to give up, but his hope was renewed when the man took a gentle sip before speaking.
"What's your name?"
"Mugetsu!" He instantly blurted out, embarrassing himself once again at how stupid he must've sounded.
'Play it cool, dumbass!'
Taking his own advice, Mugetsu quickly loosened his posture and leaned against the counter. He then cleared his throat so he could reply with own deep, silky voice. "I mean… My name is Mugetsu Kurosaki… And what's your name?"
The man pulled the mug from his face as a chuckle fell from his lips. It was short lived though as the man seemed to realize what he was doing and returned to his cold, neutral demeanor. Then he cleared his own throat before answering, "Byakuya Kuchiki."
Mugetsu felt his face split into a huge smile. He finally had a name to go with the gorgeous stranger.
The man, now known as Byakuya, seemed flustered by the happy reaction and frowned before placing his half-empty cup down. He quickly straightened as if he just remembered something, but just then the intercom buzzed to life.
Mugetsu mentally pouted.
Kaien's voice echoed around the whole school as he read the morning announcement. It was just scripted jargon about today's lunch and all the after-school meetings as well as the dates for sports tryouts-All student nonsense that Mugetsu didn't care about.
Once it was over, the warning bell for class rang, making Mugetsu groan in despair. His eyes snapped back to Byakuya when the man coughed lightly into his fist to grab his attention.
"Yes… Well… Kenpachi should be at the gymnasium now that class is about to start… It was a pleasure, Mr. Kurosaki."
Said man felt a rush of excitement at the sound of his name in that exotic voice. Even though it was just his last name...
"Ditto, Byakuya~ Hopefully we'll bump into each other again." Mugetsu beamed when he noticed the small flash of heat behind that intense gaze when he let the other's name roll off his tongue.
Byakuya hummed, "We'll see." and he had to tear his eyes from Mugetsu before making his way out the door.
Mugetsu let a dreamy sigh slip past his lips once the man was finally out of sight and a few seconds passed before he realized something.
"Shit! I'm gonna be late!"
TBC
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I hope you ByaMuge fans enjoyed that last little bit~
I know I hinted at StarkMuge before… but eh.
Anywayyyy~
I know this all must be so confusing…
Or maybe you guys have figured everything out!
Who knows
I'm horrible with suspense and mystery
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*This is where you all should jump up and say "Ooooo! They said the name of the Fanfiction!" I do that whenever it happens in movies. Lmao