Author's Note: Prepare yourself for so much angst! BUAHAHAHA!
UNBETA'D (Need beta… HALP!)
Star Brothers
Chapter21: Please Don't Hate Me
Mugetsu – 21 years old
Shirosaki – 18 years old
Getsuga – 18 years old
Kon – 15 years old
Ichigo – 15 years old
'Shiro!'
A soft groan came from beneath the ratty, off-white sheets.
'SHIRO! Please help me!'
Tired, inverted eyes blinked open and roamed around the large room.
Nothing seemed different.
Shirosaki sat up in his bed and rubbed at his tired eyes. He could've sworn he heard someone calling his name…
He looked around, but the other children were fast asleep.
'–Sob- I'm scared…'
Inverted eyes widened as realization hit him.
That was Ichigo's voice!
Shiro quickly slunk towards the edge of the bed, letting his feet dangle a moment. He didn't bother using the small ladder to the side and hopped down onto the cold, wooden floor with a soft Thump.
He heard his bunk-mate, Szayel, shift around before resuming his deep slumber…
Shirosaki could care less if he woke anyone up though.
He ran to the door, already guessing it was locked—like every night since he came to this stupid "Group-home".
That's what the police-lady called it, but Shirosaki knew better.
It was a damned orphanage!
Shiro gritted his teeth as he turned and tugged at the door handle, but it wouldn't budge; No matter how hard he pulled and twisted the knob.
He hissed and punched the door, as if he could beat it into submission, but that obviously didn't work either.
"The fuck's goin' on…?"
Shiro turned when he heard Nnoitra's sleepy voice.
"Whitey's tryin' ta get out again…"
Shiro sneered as he locked gazes with his blue-haired nemesis, Grimmjow Jaegerjaques.
"Shuddup popsicle-head!"
"Make me, tofu-brain!"
"Keep talkin' and I WILL, raspberry-boy!"
"I'd like ta see you try, glue-face!"
"Smurf-fucker!"
"Frosty's-bitch!"
"Mudkip!"
"Freak!"
That's it!
Shirosaki lunged at the blue-haired boy and they both fell right off the bed and onto the ground.
They rolled around on the cold wood, grunting and growling as they punched, kicked, and grabbed each other.
All the other boys were awake by this point and were watching the spectacle with excited grins.
There wasn't much excitement in places like this, so the boys entertained themselves by fighting.
A lot.
And, to make things more interesting, everyone else usually placed bets to see who would win.
No, they didn't bet with money.
Candy and porn magazines were valuable enough among the group of young boys, especially since those things were considered 'contraband'.
'Please don't! That hurts… -sniffle- Leave me alone!'
Shirosaki felt himself stiffen as Ichigo's wavering voice echoed inside his head. He winced as he was too distracted to block the next punch that was sent towards his face.
Grimmjow pulled his lip up into a snarl when his opponent fell back against the ground and didn't get back up for a few seconds. He slowly got off the boy, ready to counter any incoming attacks, but when Shiro finally got back to his feet… He didn't even seem to notice Grimmjow. He just went straight back towards the door.
Shiro grabbed the knob once more and pulled with all his might.
It made Grimmjow pause.
Then he saw the sheer desperation in the white boy's wide eyes and Grimmjow finally lowered his fists with a sigh.
Clomp. Clomp. Clomp.
Each boy that was still awake stiffened and shivered in fear when they heard the footsteps approaching.
Most of them dove back beneath their tatty blankets and pretended to be fast asleep. All except the two troublemakers.
Shirosaki took a few steps away from the door and looked around for another way out.
He needed to help Ichigo dammit! He blinked when his gaze eventually landed on the windows just below the ceiling.
One was open!
But it was so high up…
And the footsteps were getting closer!
Shit!
Shirosaki quickly lurched back up onto his bunk. Both he and Grimmjow laid back down and as soon as they hit their pillows, the door unlocked and opened to reveal 'the warden': A grumpy old man named Robert Accutrone who'd grown to hate children over the years.
Why he was in charge of an orphanage then was a mystery to everyone… but it is what it is.
The man looked around, trying to find the source of the noise from before, but he eventually just grunted in annoyance and retreated back into the hallway. Shirosaki gritted his teeth when he heard the lock turn in place.
He waited until the footsteps faded away before jumping out of bed once more. He shook Szayel awake, making the poor boy groan in frustration. "Whaaat?" The pinkette's whine trailed off into a sleepy yawn as he sat up.
"C'mon. Help me push the bed up against that wall." Shirosaki said as he pointed towards the other end of the room, where the open window was located.
Szayel immediately knew what he was planning and shook his head with a sigh, but didn't argue. He knew better then to argue with Shiro…
Once they dragged the bed about halfway across the room, the other boys realized what was going on and some got up to help. Nnoitra, Yammy, and even Ulquiorra lent a hand.
Grimmjow watched from his bed, eyes narrowed curiously.
They finally managed to get the bed to the wall, but they had made too much noise.
The footsteps returned and were approaching faster than before.
"Fuck!" Shiro cursed under his breath. He scrambled onto the bed and reached up towards the window, but he was too short. His fingers weren't even close to the ledge! He jumped up and down on the worn-out mattress, making the wooden frame creak in protest.
Just as his fingers brushed the ledge, the door suddenly slammed open. He gasped and spun around to see Robert's face. It was set with an annoyed frown and he growled as he stomped towards the group of kids, but Grimmjow was quick. He dove off his bed and knelt in front of the man's feet, making him trip and collide with the ground, face-first.
Robert hissed in pain and glared towards the blue-haired miscreant, who was now standing by the open doorway with a huge, victorious grin on his childish face.
"Hahaha! Walk much!?" Grimmjow hopped up and down and stuck his tongue out. "Ya can't catch me, ya old-timey fuck!" And then he was gone, with Robert right on his heels.
Shirosaki blinked in surprise.
He hadn't expected Grimmjow to actually help him…
'OWWW! PLEASE! NO MORE!'
Ichigo!
Shirosaki cursed and was about to jump up towards the window again, but he paused when Nnoitra dragged himself up onto the bed as well.
"Here…" The taller boy said as he bent down slightly and pressed his back against the wall. He cupped his hands together and readied himself to help Shiro the rest of the way up.
Shirosaki pressed his lips together and nodded, appreciating the help. He placed his left foot in Nnoitra's waiting grasp and placed his hands against the wall, preparing himself to jump, but he was stopped by Ulquiorra's gentle grasp on his ankle.
He looked down to see that the green-eyed boy was holding up a makeshift-rope which was made from all their bedsheets. They were all knotted together.
"Hold onto this… It'll be a long drop on the other side…" Ulquiorra explained in his quiet voice.
Shirosaki nodded and grabbed the rope. Now he was ready to go.
Nnoitra boosted him up towards the window in one fluid motion and Shirosaki was out and lowered to the ground in less than a minute.
"Thanks guys!" He shouted before bolting towards the street.
Shiro briefly wondered if they would get in trouble for helping him… But he didn't dwell on that thought for long. He kept running as fast as his skinny legs could carry him, using his ability to track Ichigo's whereabouts.
He really hoped he wasn't too late…
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~Sunrise~
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Shirosaki paused to catch his breath.
His pajamas, which were nothing but black shorts and a white t-shirt, were drenched in sweat and his heart was about ready to burst right out of his chest.
But he had to keep going!
Gritting his teeth, he pushed himself forward. His legs shook from the effort, but he refused to let them give out.
Not now!
Not when he was so close!
He could feel Ichigo's presence clearly now. His poor little brother was in so much pain…
When he closed his eyes he could see Ichigo clear-as-day.
He couldn't see the surroundings, but he could tell that Ichigo was curled up and had his face buried in his arms as he sobbed helplessly. He was covered in cuts and bruises. Blood smeared across his face...
It seemed like he was alone now, which meant Shiro had to get to him before the person returned to hurt him again.
Woopwoop!
Shirosaki gasped and spun around to see that a cop car was driving alongside the road, cruising slowly so it could keep pace with him. The red and blue lights atop the roof flashed, making him seethe with rage, especially when the window rolled down to reveal that purple-haired policewoman and her dark-haired partner—some mean-looking chick named Soi-Fang.
"Shirosaki… I need you to stop running and come with me." Yoruichi said in that calm yet authoritative voice of hers.
Said boy growled at her. "Fuck you!" Then he burst forward with what little energy he had left. He ducked into the next alley he found, weaving his way around the smelly dumpsters and random shopping carts.
That woman was fucking fast though.
Shirosaki barely made it to the end of the alley before he felt strong arms wrap around him.
"Dammit! LEMME GO!" Shirosaki snarled. He clawed and scratched at the woman's dark skin, not caring if he drew blood.
Yoruichi hissed in pain and her hands slipped clumsily on Shiro's sweaty skin. The brat used it to his advantage and squirmed his way free.
Once his feet were back on the ground, he gave Yoruichi a solid kick to the shin, making her yelp and hop around on one foot as she tried to nurse the tender spot.
Shirosaki smirked victoriously and bolted towards the chain-link fence he found. There was a small hole towards the corner and Shiro was barely able to squeeze his way through. Panting, he took a quick glance over his shoulder and panicked when he saw the woman was already climbing the fence after him.
Shit shit shit!
Shirosaki skirted around the corner and gasped when he ran face-first into a solid wall of muscle.
"Damn…" He hissed while holding his sore nose. He squinted up at the man he'd run into and he felt his brows furrow when he noticed the snow-white hair and glowing crimson eyes.
That wasn't normal…
Not that he was one to talk—But still!
Shirosaki squeaked in surprise and cursed when he was once again brought up into Yoruichi's steel-like grasp.
"Got you! Slippery one, aren't you?" She snickered as she turned the boy and tucked him beneath her right arm.
"Quit it! I have to find Ichigo! He's in trouble! Put me down you purple-haired-balloon-chested-fatty-slu—"
"I'm sorry, sir." Yoruichi interrupted Shiro's rant by giving him one good shake and then smiled at the tall stranger, who was gazing at Shiro with narrowed eyes.
The boy glared right back at the man, not liking the look he was receiving.
"Not a problem, miss. Is that your son?" the man asked politely, his gaze finally snapping to lock with Yoruichi's sharp, golden ones, but there was something about his tone that suggested that he already knew that Shirosaki wasn't related to the woman.
"Aw! Nooo! No! He's just a lil' troublemaker I have to chase down every other week." Yoruichi grunted when Shirosaki's continued to thrash and managed to kick the back of her knee, making her buckle slightly. "Ouch.. Quit it… Anyway. You don't seem familiar. What's your name?"
The man raised one thick brow and smirked before waving his hand dismissively. "I should be going. Stay out of trouble, kiddo." He gave Shiro one more intense stare before turning on his heel and leaving.
Yoruichi hummed as she watched the man leave, debating whether or not to follow him, but her attention was dragged back to the nuisance in her grasp when small hands started punching her side.
"Alright you! That's it! Let's get you back to Mr. Robert's!"
"NOOO! I told you I gotta find Ichigo! He's close! HE NEEDS ME!"
"Shiro! You can't keep doing this!" Yoruichi sighed as she finally managed to get Shiro in the backseat of her cruiser. Her partner was sitting in the passenger seat, watching the scene with a raised brow as Shirosaki attempted to punch Yoruichi in the face.
Said woman huffed out a long sigh and grabbed the boy's arms to hold him still.
"You don't get it! I know exactly where he is this time! Ichigo's in TROUBLE! WE SHOULD BE HELPIN' HIM!"
"Shiro…"
"You're supposed ta help those in need! Aren't you!? Why're you—"
"SHIRO!" She finally snapped, making the boy cringe and reluctantly close his lips. "You have to move on. Your brothers are fine… And when you're old enough, I can help you find them—but for now you have to be patient and behave yourself. This is the tenth time I've had to chase you down. You'll never find a family of your own at this rate…"
Shirosaki stopped thrashing and squirming, but his eyes continued to pin Yoruichi with the most murderous glare he could muster.
He could tell there was nothing he could say to change her mind…
A little kid like him couldn't reason with stubborn adults.
He knew that, from her point of view, he was just a persistent brat who was acting out for attention.
BULLSHIT!
When Shiro didn't move for a few seconds, Yoruichi finally released him and closed the door, affectively locking him inside. There was no doorknob on the inside for Shirosaki to grab, and the windows' controls were in the front seat.
So, in other words, Shiro was trapped.
The boy roared in fury as he rammed himself against the door.
'-Sniffle- Mommy… Please… I don't like it in here… W-Where are you, Shiro?'
Said boy cringed and flopped back against the leather seat. He slammed his fists against the metal divider in front of him, making both Yoruichi and Soi-fang jump in alarm, but then they relaxed and frowned when tears of frustration slipped down the boy's cheeks.
Shiro hiccupped as so many emotions welled up inside him.
'I'm sorry, Ichi… I tried… I really did!'
Shiro pulled at his hair and resisted the urge to scream his lungs out.
'Fuuuck! I'm so sorry, Ichigo!'
He closed his eyes and curled into a tight ball.
"Please don't hate me…"
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Present Day
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Shirosaki slowly opened his eyes as he heard the warning bell ring for next class.
Apparently he fell asleep on the bleachers and no one had bothered to wake him up.
Tch…
He sat up and looked around, frowning when he couldn't find that familiar head of orange hair he longed to see. He just had to see that Ichigo was okay.
Especially after that little dream.
Or rather nightmare.
Fuck…
Had that really happened?
He needed to ask Ichigo about it. He needed to know what happened to him! He needed to know who it was that hurt his precious little brother!
Shirosaki hopped up to his feet and ran towards the boy's locker-room just as the door was about to swing shut. He squeezed his way between all the bodies gathered around, shoving his way past a few guys that were blocking his way.
But there was still no sign of Ichigo.
Panic began to set in.
He found Ichigo's friends, the cute blonde and that tattoo-ed guy.
"Hey! You guys seen Ichigo?"
The blonde turned as he pulled his gym shirt off and raised a brow.
"Nope. He kinda disappeared during class and never came back. He doesn't usually skip class, but he's done it before, so I wouldn't worry 'bout it."
Then the tattoo guy butted in, "I think I saw him walk out with Renji's dad. Or wait… Was that his brother?" The blonde shrugged when the question was directed at him, "Well… Anyway, maybe Ichigo just had to leave or something?"
Shirosaki clicked his tongue and resisted the urge to growl in frustration—but then he nearly smacked himself.
Duh!
His ability!
After not using it for so many years, Shirosaki wasn't used to having it anymore.
He spun around and rushed to his locker, pointedly ignoring Grimmjow as he passed him, and tore his gym clothes off so he could quickly throw on his own clothes.
As he ran out of the locker room he was in too much of a rush to notice that his back pocket, which once held his precious cell-phone, was now empty.
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Ichigo couldn't help but smile as he looked up at Byakuya, who was silently walking beside him. The man had an air of content around him, and it helped to ease the poor teen's nerves.
After that moment in the car with Byakuya, the man had ushered Ichigo back into the school, but the teen managed to persuade him from going back to Gym.
Ichigo really didn't want suffer through Kenpachi's insane training drills—He was too drained from his emotional breakdown, and Byakuya seemed to understand.
Usually the karate master would scoff and push Ichigo to his limits, but today was special.
However… that didn't mean Byakuya would let his new ward wander around the school in his gym clothes …
So the teen was forced to at least go back to the locker-room and change.
And that's where he found the cell-phone.
It almost shattered to the ground when he pulled out his shirt, but his quick reflexes allowed him to catch it just as it tumbled from the locker.
He really wanted to figure out who it belonged to… but he also felt uncomfortable just rifling through someone else's device.
It felt like he would be stomping all over the person's privacy.
Hm.
Maybe he could just put it in the Lost and Found—But there wasn't a lock on the phone, so anyone could just take it and claim it as theirs…
Dammit.
Ichigo gnawed on his lip nervously as he finally swiped his thumb across the screen, opening it to the homepage… or whatever it was called.
Shit.
He clicked on the 'Settings'.
Maybe the owner's name would be in there…
Ichigo randomly clicked to different parts of the application, but to no avail-If only he knew how to navigate through these stupid phones.
Sighing, Ichigo pressed the back button until he returned to the homescreen. The 'Photo' icon stood out to him… Maybe the person took a selfie and he could recognize them that way. Ichigo hesitated before clicking the screen to open the app.
He blinked when the first picture to come up was actually familiar to him. It was… The scruffy-bearded coma-guy from the hospital...?
Wait…
This is Shiro's phone?
Ichigo frowned and raised a brow at that.
How in the world did it get in his locker?
Huh…
Ichigo shrugged and was about to return the device to its rightful place, but curiosity clawed at his insides.
Without thinking, he swiped his thumb to the left, but then instantly regretted it.
Blood rushed to his face, making it burn bright red, and he nearly dropped the phone in surprise at what he saw.
W-what. The. Hell!?
Ichigo's hands shook as he looked down at the blue-ish-green eyes that stared back up at him from the picture.
The girl was beautiful—from what he could tell. She had long, silky, orange hair—but it was obviously dyed; He could see the dark-brown roots growing in beneath. Her skin was tanned and clear of any blemishes. And her lips…. They were full, pink, and luscious—but the reason Ichigo was blushing so much was because those lips were opened and wrapped around a hard cock.
And the thing that made him tremble with rage was the fact that the thick, veiny penis obviously belonged to Shirosaki.
No, he's never actually seen his brother's dick, but that snow-white pubic hair and milky skin was unmistakably his…
Frowning, Ichigo unconsciously swiped his thumb across the screen to rid himself of the image, but that turned out to be a mistake because the next photo was just as bad; the only difference was that instead of blueish-green eyes staring back at him, he found himself gazing into dark-chocolate brown.
WHAT THE FUCK!?
Swiping his thumb again and again, Ichigo found himself drowning in photo after photo of random strangers sucking greedily on the same hard, pale erection. Both women and men. And each photo had a different person—or people (There were one or two pictures with multiple greedy mouths attached to that pale skin at the same time).
Then the photos changed and, instead of blowjobs, it was full-on sex.
Ichigo clenched his fingers around the device until he heard it creak beneath his grasp.
How many fucking pictures were there!?
How many PEOPLE were there!?
Fuck!
He quickly turned it off and shoved the cell-phone into his pocket.
… Shit…
And today had started off so well.
"Ichigo… Are you alright?"
Said teen looked up to find Byakuya peeking his head around the lockers, a single dark brow raised curiously.
"Tch…" Ichigo quickly slipped on the shirt and vest that Kon had given him before throwing his gym clothes into his locker. "Yeah. I'm fine." Just then the warning bell rang and he frowned. He didn't want to run into Shiro right now… "Let's go. I have History with Mr. Shunsui next."
Byakuya nodded and silently followed Ichigo as the orangette led the way out.
He raised his brow once again when he noticed the way Ichigo feet stomped the ground and his cocoa-eyes narrowed as he glared forward. Rage was practically seeping from the teen's pores, and it made Byakuya wonder what the hell happened in the last few minutes?
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"MA!?"
Said woman's head popped up above the sea of students to see the incoming orange blur hurdling towards her. She smiled as she braced herself.
"Kon~! My sweet baby!" Yoruichi laughed as she was nearly swept off her feet.
"I'm so glad you're okay!" Kon practically sobbed and the other students in the hall gave the pair some curious looks—especially since Yoruichi was wearing her police uniform.
"Of course I'm okay! Nothing could keep me from you, silly."
Kon hummed happily and eventually released his hold to look her in the eye.
"What're you doing here though? Did you just come to see lil' ole me?" He asked hopefully, big grin splitting his face.
Yoruichi chuckled as she patted his head. "Well, yes and no. I volunteered to be your bodyguard for the day."
"Ooooh… Cool." Kon shrugged nonchalantly.
"By the way…" Yoruichi began as she smoothed the wrinkles from his t-shirt and adjusted his vest. "What did you do with the gun I gave you yesterday?"
Kon grimaced and nearly slapped himself. "Shit! I left it at home in the basement. Sorry, Ma."
Yoruichi waved the apology off. "Don't worry. That's actually a good thing—I don't think it would be a good idea for you to bring a weapon to school. I'll just have Urahara bring it whenever he gets a break."
Kon 'ahh'ed in realization and nodded. "Guess that works…"
The teen jumped when an arm wrapped around his shoulders and he nearly groaned when he realized it was Renji.
"Jeez! You're quick, man! Thought I lost you for a sec." The redhead laughed as he ruffled Kon's hair playfully.
Yoruichi smiled at the interaction and coughed, catching their attention. "Friend of yours, Kon?"
Said teen rolled his eyes as he pushed the other boy away from his personal space. He wasn't used to being on the receiving end of the clinging… because he was the one that usually clung to people.
"Ah… I guess? This is Renji—he's Ichigo's 'total BFF'." Kon waved his hand in the redhead's direction with a shrug. Renji beamed at the woman and waved. "And Renji, this is my mom, Yoruichi."
"Pleasure to meet you, ma'am."
Yoruichi chuckled and clapped the teen on the shoulder. "Pleasure's all mine, Cherrypop~" She purred and then teasingly twirled a lock of Renji's bright-red hair around her finger.
Renji blanched at the nickname and blushed at the close proximity. "C-cherry?"
Yoruichi found herself laughing at the poor flushed teen.
"Relax~! I'm just messing with you!" She leaned in close to make the young teen even more uncomfortable. "I don't bite~…. Much." Then she returned her attention to her baby-boy. "Shouldn't we be getting to your next class?"
Kon scratched the back of his head and shrugged. "Yeahhhh. I guess… But it's super boring." He whined, though he didn't fight as Yoruichi urged him forward.
She sent Renji one last wave and a playful wink before disappearing with Kon.
"Whew… That lady is definitely… interesting…?" Renji shook his head and rubbed the back of his neck, but then his whole body jolted when he saw Ichigo heading in this direction, followed by Byakuya. "Hey guys!" He waved, catching their attention. He saw Ichigo send him a tiny smile—which was more of a reaction then he would usually get out of the teen.
It was odd…
Ever since the teen found his brothers, it was like the thick wall of ice that Ichigo built around himself was beginning the thaw.
Not that Renji was complaining, but he did feel a little… bummed?—he wanted to be the one to break Ichigo out of that emotionless shell.
Oh well… Time to let bygones be bygones.
"Hey, Renji. You ready for history?"
Said redhead cringed at that.
"Chyeah right…" Then he caught Byakuya's ice-cold stare and quickly added, "I mean, Sure. Yeah! History is a breeze!"
Ichigo rolled his eyes and scoffed, knowing exactly what was going through his friend's head.
"Whatever. Let's ge—"
"Yo! Dandelion!"
Said teen and his friends—plus a few other curious bystanders—looked to see who had shouted, and Ichigo's blood ran cold when he saw Shirosaki's handsome face weaving its way through the crowd.
"Shit…" Ichigo cursed under his breath, and neither Byakuya nor Renji could react fast enough to stop him as he bolted away.
Byakuya was the first to shake off his surprise and chase after the orangette.
"What the…?" Renji trailed off when Shirosaki paused by him to see where Ichigo had disappeared to.
Shiro could sense Ichigo's presence getting further and further away and it made him hiss.
Fuck, the dandelion was fast!
"The hell? Why'd he run off?"
"Maybe he thought you were a greaser r' something. Just don't start singing—then everyone's gonna wanna join in." Renji joked as he took in Shirosaki's leather-clad appearance.
Shiro narrowed his eyes and smirked devilishly towards the redhead, making him blush and take a step back.
"You'd like that though, wouldn't ya? Ya enjoy bein' serenaded?" Shirosaki leered, smirk still in place.
Renji wasn't sure what to say to that. He scratched the back of his head and waved the older teen off. "Pfff! Tch! Noooo! Stupid! S-shut up!" Then he remembered where he'd seen this guy before. "Hold up! Weren't you the asshole that tried to beat up Kon, yesterday?"
Shirosaki rolled his eyes and felt himself deflate at that.
"Riiiiight… You're the prick that stopped me yesterday. Ya shoulda let me beat on him a lil'…"
"Why they hell did you want to punch him anyway?"
"Because he pisses me off."
Renji frowned at that and then he remembered Ichigo mentioning one of his brothers 'Shirosaki', who had a strange hate for Kon—especially when he cried.
"Ahhhh.. You must be Shiro, then."
As Shirosaki opened his mouth to let loose a snarky reply, the second bell rung, signaling that they were late for class.
"Shit." He cursed and he was about to rush away, but he paused to say one last thing. "You're friends with Ichi, right?"
Renji nodded. "Yup."
"Well… Just let 'im know that I really need ta talk to him. It's important."
The redhead narrowed his eyes at that but slowly nodded in understanding.
Satisfied, Shirosaki finally took his leave and Renji went to meet with Ichigo in class, not caring that he was late and probably going to get an earful from Byakuya.
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Mugetsu hummed to himself as he waited for the rest of his students to scurry through the door. The bell had already rung, and he was supposed to be jotting down the names of everyone who came in late… But he was in too good of a mood to worry about such things~
"Okay class. I expect you all finished your list of things you find beautiful~!?" He said as he circled the stand in the middle of the room, where he'd already set up a Still-Life for his students to practice sketching. "Go ahead and pass them up. Even if there's only one thing on the list, you'll at least get credit for the assignment."
He collected all of the papers and then set to work on preparing his class, explaining what they were to do for the rest of the period.
Once they started, the classes went silent—save for some soft buzzing from the earphones of all the iPods and MP3s. He didn't care if his students listened to music while they worked—he knew that it could help them focus, but he hated it when he caught them texting in class. It was disrespectful.
When no one seemed to need his help, Mugetsu collapsed in the recliner behind his desk, right in front of the large whiteboard. He then glanced down at his open sketchbook and blushed at the piece he was currently working on.
It was a portrait of Byakuya—the beautiful man that had made his whole body sing with excitement.
He figured the chance of him meeting the man ever again was slim, so why not draw him in his sketchbook to preserve his image?
Or was that too creepy…?
Mugetsu sighed to himself as he sharpened his pencil and resumed sketching—but he accidentally jerked when a knock sounded at his door, making him accidentally scratch a line over Byakuya's delicate cheekbones.
"Man…" He sighed and put the utensil down. "Come in," He said in a strong voice.
The door creaked open to reveal a thin male with silver hair and a large, toothless grin.
Some of the students looked up to see the new arrival, but most of them just shrugged and looked back down at their work. One, however, looked to the man with complete surprise.
"Dad?"
Well, I guess that's why.
Mugetsu glanced over to the student.
Her name was… Rangiku? Yeah, that was it.
She was a beautiful specimen of womanhood and was blessed with a rather large set of breasts. Her bright, strawberry-blonde hair cascaded down her back in long wavy mounds.
"Hello, dear~!" The man sang with a small wave.
Rangiku frowned as she started to slowly pile her stuff. "Are you picking me up or something?"
The man shook his head, creepy smile still plastered on his face. "No, no~ I'm actually 'ere ta speak wit' your teacher. Jus' keep doin' what yer doin'." He lightly kissed the top of her head and gave the dark-haired, tom-boyish girl who was sitting beside Rangiku a friendly pat on the shoulder.
Mugetsu stood to his feet and met the man at the other end of his desk.
They shook hands and nodded to each other before the pleasantries started.
"M'name's Gin Ichimaru. You're Mugetsu, right?"
"Yes. Mugetsu Kurosaki. What can I do for you, Mr. Ichimaru?"
The man chuckled as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Maaah~ No need ta be so formal. Gin is fine~" When Mugetsu shrugged, he continued, "M'here to serve as your bodyguard." Once he saw that the information had sunk in, Gin pressed on. "Aizen already told me everythin', n' I volunteered to help. Your lil' brother, Ichigo, has been a very good friend ta my sweet Rangiku, so I'm always happy ta help 'im when he needs it."
Mugetsu tilted his head curiously at that. "You make it sound like you've helped him out before…?" He ventured, quick to read between the lines.
Gin giggled lightly, impressed by Mugetsu's skillful intuition.
"Heh~ Well… M'not sure if he'd be happy to know I was tellin' people 'bout that lil' incident~"
Mugetsu glanced around to make sure no one else was listening before gesturing for Gin to join him on the other side of the room, further away from prying ears.
"Please tell me your version and then I will ask for Ichigo's side of it later. I'm just really curious to know what kind of trouble he's been getting himself into."
Gin leaned back in the chair and looked like he was deep in thought—debating whether or not he should divulge the information he held.
"Mmmm… Alright." He leaned on the desk and rested his chin comfortably against his open palm. "Where should I start… Well… Have you met a boy named Bazz-B yet?"
Mugetsu squinted when the name rang a bell…
"Tall kid, well-built, loud, a bit of an asshole." When that didn't seem enough, Gin smirked and added, "He has a bright magenta Mohawk."
Ah! There it was~
Mugetsu suddenly jerked forward as a frown pulled at his lips. "Oh... him…"
Gin chuckled at that and shrugged. "Yeah, he tends to get that kinda reaction from people. He's a dick—an', unfortunately, Ichigo didn't see that 'til it was too late…"
Mugetsu felt a lump of dread form in his stomach. "What do you mean…?"
Gin sighed. "From what I gathered, 'bout a year ago, Bazz-B invited Ichigo and his friends to a house party—ya know the type: Dancin', loud music, alcohol, and making out." He paused to snicker when Mugetsu rolled his eyes. "Well… 'Parently Bazz-B drugged Ichigo and took advantage a' the poor kid while he was there."
Onyx eyes widened and Mugetsu felt his hands clench into tight fists. "Bazz-B raped him?!" He whispered harshly, making sure not to be overheard by the students. "And that smirking fuck had the audacity to say 'I may be a lot of things but I'm not a rapist'. What a loud of crap." Mugetsu was having trouble keeping his temper in check. (That usually happened when his brothers were involved)
Gin bit his lip to keep from laughing and shook his head lightly. "Not… necessarily…. He forced Ichigo to… Service 'im… if ya get my drift, but he never had sex with him."
Mugetsu couldn't help it as a slight blush dusted his cheeks. "Service… As in a blowjob?" He whispered and Gin nodded.
"Yup. And to make things worse, Bazz-B got his friends to barge in an' start takin' pictures... If it wasn't for Ichigo's friends, then I wouldn't be surprised if Bazz-B n' his buddies had their way with the poor boy…"
Mugetsu sighed, regretting ever asking Gin to tell this story, but he was determined to sit there and listen to the very end.
"So… How did you help him?"
Gin grinned at that and lightly drummed his fingers against his cheek as he continued to lean against the table. "Oh, me~? Well, I offered ta help Ichigo give dear Bazz-B a taste of his own medicine~" He paused and Mugetsu had to gesture for him to 'go on', before he resumed his explanation. "Ya see, I own a restaurant in town, but it's just a cover-up… This'll be our lil' secret of course~" Gin chuckled at Mugetsu's confused expression. "I help dealers smuggle drugs into the city."
"Seriously?" Mugetsu blinked in surprise. "You sure you should be telling me that?"
Gin shrugged uncaringly. "S'not like you have any real proof… 'Sides, even if ya did tattle on me an' the cops showed up at my store, they wouldn't find anythin'. I'm very thorough."
Mugetsu was silent for a moment, but then he shrugged. To each their own… Right…?
"So—back to your story with Ichigo."
"Ah yes!" Gin leaned back in his chair and clapped his hands together. "I supplied him wit' a small dose o' ecstasy an' a special lil' treat called Devil's Breath*. Don't ask… But it works like a charm~! The whole plan was actually Ichigo's idea… My daughter, Rangiku, helped 'train' Ichigo so he could seduce Bazz-B and get him to go on a real date at my restaurant. It actually took a whole week for it to happen, so I s'pose they were technically 'together' for that period o' time…. Ichigo had ta suffer through some moments of PDA… but anyway. Then—and this is where the fun begins—Ichigo slipped the drugs into Bazz-B's drink while they were at the restaurant and waited 'til the guy was all hot n' bothered before gettin' Bazz to follow him to the restroom in the back. It honestly didn't take much convincin' at that point… So! Ichigo managed ta get Bazz-B to strip right down to his birthday suit. He took the kid's clothes and walked right out of the restroom. He even locked Bazz-B inside 'til the drug wore off. Bazz-B was forced to walk home completely naked."
Mugetsu looked at Gin with shock and slight awe.
"No way! That's brilliant!"
Gin smirked and nodded his agreement. "Hell hath no fury like a berry scorned."
Both men joined together in laughter, but they sobered quickly when the bell rang for next period.
"Well… That went by quick." Mugetsu hummed.
As the students were getting up to leave, Mugetsu reminded them to have a rough sketch of their next project by next week, making the teens groan in unison. He didn't feel sorry for them though; It's not like he was giving them 20 projects to turn in by tomorrow.
"So… Are you just going to follow me around all day?"
Gin shrugged. "Tha's up ta you, my good sir."
Mugetsu tilted his head and hummed. "Well I don't have a class this period, so why don't we go grab some lunch?"
"Sounds good ta me~"
"You won't have to taste test my food or anything will you?"
"Of course! We don't want ya to have ta walk home naked, now do we?"
Both of them chuckled as they ventured out of the door to leave the school.
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A slow, bored sigh slipped between pale lips as the orange-haired teen rested his head against the table.
Getsuga snuck out of class early so he could head to the cafeteria for lunch, but now he was berating himself for forgetting his wallet in Mugetsu's car… He must've dropped it when he sat down or something…
His stomach let loose a loud 'Grrrrrrwwll' and Getsuga inwardly cringed at the sound.
He needed a distraction…
Getsuga looked up as he watched student after student make their way inside. He instantly saw the head of bright orange hair and assumed it was Ichigo, up until he saw the teen float towards the table where Neliel and Halibel were seated.
Definitely not Ichigo…
Getsuga pouted and laid his head back down.
Grwlllllllll
"Tch…" Getsuga hissed under his breath and tried to force the feeling away, but it was no use.
He would just have to suffer through the rest of the day withou—
His thoughts were cut short when he felt something, or rather someone brush past him.
Getsuga popped upright and tilted his head curiously when he recognized the retreating form of Ulquiorra; His raven-black hair fluttering gently with each step and pale skin glowing under the florescent light. He was heading for the table where Kon had made himself comfortable, and Getsuga was about to get up and follow but he paused when he noticed the bright red object placed before him on the table.
It was an apple.
And beneath the delicious-looking fruit was a small slip of paper.
Getsuga felt a large smirk slowly inch across his face when he unfolded the paper to reveal 7 digits and the name Ulquiorra scrawled in elegant script.
The smirk stayed plastered to his face as he quickly dug out his phone and entered the number into his contacts. He started writing out a text as he brought the fruit to his mouth. He hungrily sunk his sharp, shark-like teeth into the apple's soft flesh, letting its sweet juices flood his mouth as he pressed send.
::So you liked the poem?::
Just as he was about to take another bite of probably the best tasting apple he'd ever had, he paused when he heard shouting on the other side of the cafeteria. He glanced over his sunglasses and frowned when he realized it was Ichigo.
His brows scrunched in confusion as he watched Shirosaki try to block the orangette from escaping. The teen spoke in a calming voice, but Ichigo was being stubborn, and a tall, dark-haired man was making it difficult for Shirosaki to get close to the teen.
Getsuga hummed and finished his apple as he slowly made his way towards the commotion. He noticed that Kon was watching the scene as well, but he wasn't getting up to stop it.
"Ichigo, just listen to me for a sec!"
"No!"
"What's wrong? What'd I do?" Shirosaki asked desperately. He had no idea why Ichigo was acting this way and it was bothering him. He could feel the emotions swirling and pulsing through their mental-link, and the ones that stood out the most were anger and jealousy.
"It's not what you did, Shiro…" Ichigo growled and he was about to say something else, but he stopped when he noticed Getsuga standing just behind Shiro, then he looked around and blushed when he realized that the whole cafeteria was watching them. "J-just… Give me some space." Ichigo said to Shiro, his voice stern. Then he stormed off.
Byakuya paused to give the twins, Shiro and Getsu, a cold look before following after the orangette.
Shirosaki sneered and wanted to give chase, but Getsuga held him back. He shook his head and frowned when the angered teen snatched his arm back with a snarl, but Getsuga continued to block his way.
Shiro needed to cool down, and Ichigo obviously wasn't in the mood to be messed with.
Getsuga eventually ushered Shiro to one of the empty tables in the back so they could be alone.
This way Shirosaki could vent and take a breather.
Once they were seated, Getsuga gestured to where Ichigo had run off and raised a brow curiously.
Shiro snorted and looked down at his hands as he reflexively clenched and unclenched his fingers. He could feel his blood boiling as his temple throbbed.
"I don't fuckin' know… One second we're cool and then I wake up in Gym and Ichi had gone off to hang out with that pretty-faced guy—who looks like he fell right out of a fashion magazine... And now Ichigo's avoidin' me… I don't get it…"
Getsuga shrugged and placed a comforting hand on his twin's shoulder. He then gave him a look that said 'You just need to chill out' and Shirosaki rolled his eyes but nodded nonetheless.
They stayed in comfortable silence for a while, until Getsuga felt his phone vibrate. He couldn't help but grin as he quickly dug it out.
::It was mediocre at best… It's obvious you don't read much poetry::
Shirosaki's brow quirked and he sent Getsuga a bored look when he heard the teen chuckle under his breath, but then he rolled his eyes when he noticed he was texting.
Shiro chose to ignore his twin as he looked around the room, but then he sat up straight when he noticed their dear, sweet cousin Kaien.
He was standing near the vending machines in the corner, talking animatedly with that purple-haired woman, Yoruichi.
'Huh…'
Shirosaki quickly caught Getsuga's attention by kicking out his leg, hitting the unsuspecting teen's shin. The orangette hissed, more in surprise than in pain, but it definitely got it his attention. Shirosaki ignored the glare sent his way and gestured towards Kaien before speaking, "This mornin', in his office. Did you see anythin' weird on the papers he dropped?"
He remembered seeing Getsuga's conflicted expression when he'd read the paper, so he could guess that there was something strange on it, especially since Kaien was so keen to hide it from them.
Getsuga blinked and nodded, remembering exactly what he'd seen on the paper.
But he couldn't just tell Shiro and the others… he'd have to show them.
Shiro watched as Getsuga started typing away on his phone, his fingers a blur as they tapped away at the screen.
He smirked when he realized that his twin was coming up with a plan.
And Shiro was always up for a bit of mischief~
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"Man… that Ichigo kid looked pissed… What do you think happened?" Halibel wondered aloud as she glanced at Shirosaki, who seemed to be sulking.
"You don't think Shiro and Grimm sucked poor Ichi into their silly game, do you?"
Kon perked up from his daze when he heard Neliel's sweet voice.
"Huh? Wait… What game?" He asked as he scooted closer to the beautiful, green-haired woman.
He looked around at the others as they all suddenly went quiet. No one seemed to want to explain, but then Nnoitra sighed and leaned forward.
"Fuck it, may as well tell 'im."
Stark placed a hand on his shoulder and nodded. "Who better to explain then the enforcer himself."
"Cheh… Fuck off." Nnoitra huffed before returning his attention to Kon. "Back when we first got adopted by Aizen, Grimmjow and Shiro hated each other. Even when we were in the group-home, those two just couldn't get along. It was funny at first, but then it just got annoyin'… Anyway! Around 7th grade they went to this stupid high school party where they both lost their virginity. They actually wound up banging every single chick there." Kon's face fell with awe and Nnoitra could've sworn he saw stars sprakling in his eyes. "After the party they both got into this huge argument over who fucked most of them—Yadda yadda yadda, so on and so forth—and then they started turning sex into a competition."
Kon hummed at what he heard and chuckled. "So the game was basically 'Who can have the most sex?'" He scoffed when everyone sort of nodded their agreement. "How does that work though? When do they know who's had the most sex. Couldn't they just lie and say they banged some chick when they didn't?"
Nnoitra shook his head and motioned lazily in the air. "That was the problem at first. There weren't any 'Rules', so Shiro and Grimmjow were just getting into more and more fights… It was so stupid… Stark and I eventually sat 'em down and told 'em that if they were gonna be doin' this, then they may as well set some Guidelines and Rules." Kon blinked and leaned forward, his interest piqued. "Rule #1: Ya gotta call dibs… This is actually an important rule—If one brother calls dibs on someone, then the other isn't allowed to pursue them unless the person they're pursuing decides to fuck the other guy of their own freewill."
Kon felt his face scrunch in utter confusion. "Huh…? Ya lost me…"
Nnoitra sighed and mumbled under his breath, "Knew this was gonna be a pain in the ass to explain…" Then he shifted forward so he could have Kon's full attention. "Look. For example. Let's say you and Ichigo are playin' the game. One day you see a girl that's super pretty and has these gigantic knockers." Nnoitra brought his hands up towards his own chest to show just how 'gigantic' the breasts were and Kon grinned as he imagined his dream girl. "You wanna bang this chick, right?" Kon nodded eagerly. "So you would call dibs, right?"
"Well yeah! So… what? Would I just tell Ichigo that she's off limits?"
Nnoitra tilted his head from side to side. "Sort of… In order to make it official you have to 'mark' the person."
"Mark? With what? A hickey or somethin'?"
Nnoitra shook his head. "Eeeehhh. Sort of… It has to be recognizable—Since any bimbo can get a stupid hickey… You would have to specify exactly where it would be." He smirked when Kon rolled his eyes. "For instance, last year, Shiro's mark was a bite mark on the left earlobe."
Kon hissed sympathetically as he rubbed his own ear at the thought. "Wouldn't that hurt?"
Nnoitra shrugged. "Anyway… Back to the example! So you mark this chick and Ichigo knows it, so he keeps his distance from her. This gives you the chance to make your move. BUT! She winds up ignoring you and fucking Ichigo anyway." He chuckled at the angry pout on the orangette's face. "As long as Ichigo wasn't really pursuing her, and then it's okay—It's not breaking any rules if she decides to fuck him on her own."
Kon shrugged. "Alright, I get it. So what are the other rules…?"
"I'm tired of explaining… Szayel, you take over."
Said teen huffed as he adjusted his white-rimmed glasses and then brushed his long pink hair from his face. He took a deep breath and looked like he was about to refuse, but then he shrugged.
"Fine…. Rule #2: You can't double-dip." When Kon looked a little confused, he explained. "Meaning if you had sex with someone, then you can't do it with them again—no matter how amazing they were."
Kon pursed his lips and frowned. "Well that's a dumb rule…"
Szayel shrugged. "It's just a motivator to keep them from lingering on one person. They can't get more than one point for the same person."
"Woah, woah, woah. Wait a sec." Kon waved his hands around in a 'slow down' motion and then leaned over the table to peer past Neliel and look Szayel in the eye. "They get points?!"
Szayel sighed and rubbed his temples. "Unfortunately…" He gave his sister, Halibel, a pointed look, hoping that she would take over the explanation, but it was Stark who spoke first.
"At the beginning of each school-year, they give themselves a certain block of time—usually three or four months—and they try to rack up as many points as they can during that period of time. It's 1 point if they have sex with someone, and only half of a point if they get a blowjob. If they get a blowjob and then sex—it still only counts as 1 point." He paused to make sure that Kon was following his explanation before continuing. "And the only way for the point to count is if you show proof. You have to get a picture of the person… uhm… doing the deed."
Kon blinked in surprise. "Seriously?! That's just… wrong…"
"We know." Neliel sighed before taking over the conversation. "By the end of the set time, their referee—AKA Nnoitra" she gestured towards said teen, who was now grinning like the Cheshire cat, "Looks through the photos to make sure they're 'legit' and then adds up the points. The brother who wins that round gets a single point added to their 'overall total.' I'm not sure what the score is anymore... I don't keep track of it."
"They're tied at 11." Ulquiorra piped up from the far end of the table, green eyes never leaving his phone.
"Yeah… Thanks, Ulqui…" Neliel said dryly.
"Huh…" Kon said as he tried to soak in all the information. "So… What happens when they graduate?"
Nnoitra started up again at this point, smile gone from his face, "That's actually when it ends. Whoever has the most points by graduation wins. The loser has to be the other's 'slave' for the rest of their life."
"Huh!?" Kon couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Seriously!?"
Nnoitra nodded solemnly. "Yup… The loser has to do whatever they're told… It's almost a primal thing—like they are alphas fighting for dominance over the other."
"More like fighting to see who's King**."
Kon flinched at that deep, scary voice and turned to see Shirosaki and Getsuga hovering behind him.
The frightened orangette squeaked like a trapped mouse when his brothers settled on either side of him, Shiro's arm wrapping around the teen's shoulders so he couldn't escape.
"I s-see… So… Uhm… Hi?" Kon stuttered, making Shiro smirk sadistically.
"Hey Kon. I got a favor ta ask ya~"
Said teen pursed his lips and looked to the others for some help, but they just looked amused at his predicament. Even his sweet Neliel was just watching them with smile.
"Yeah. S-sure, Shiro. What's up?" Kon gulped when he felt Shiro playfully twirl a strand of bright-orange hair, evil smirk lingering on his face.
"Ya see Kaien talkin' to yer ma over there?" Shiro pointed towards the direction and Kon immediately looked and nodded. "Well there's about 20 minutes left of lunch, but we don't know how long Kaien is gonna stay… We need ya to distract him and make sure he stays here 'til the bell rings."
Kon pursed his lips at that and gave the twins a curious look. "Why?" He instantly regretted asking when he felt Shirosaki yank the lock of hair he'd been playing with until he heard the boy yelp in pain.
"Don't worry 'bout it." Shirosaki growled, but he backed off a little when he saw that Kon was on the verge of tears.
"O-okay. Distract Kaien. Got it."
Shirosaki hummed and narrowed his eyes as he let Kon duck out of his embrace and then bolt towards Yoruichi and Kaien.
"He's a sweet kid… You shouldn't be such a dick to him."
Shirosaki locked eyes with Neliel and frowned at the intense look he received, but quickly shrugged it off.
"I'll stop fuckin' with him when he stops bein' obnoxious."
That earned him an exasperated sigh, but it seemed like Neliel didn't have the energy to argue with him at the moment.
"Alright. See ya guys later." He said and before anyone could ask where he was going, Shiro and Getsuga quickly snuck out of the cafeteria and headed straight for Kaien's office.
About halfway there a strange thought suddenly occurred to Shiro and he paused to get Getsuga's attention.
"Hold up… Weren't we supposed to have bodyguards?"
Both teens glanced around and frowned when they saw that no one was following them.
"Should we be worried about that…?" Shiro ventured and Getsuga just shrugged and continued down the hall—determined to finish their little mission.
After a second, Shirosaki shrugged as well and jumped to follow his twin.
They were in a school full of teachers and students... What could happen?
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'Do you see them…?'
A single steel-grey eye narrowed as it switched from screen to screen until he finally spotted that familiar mane of long, orange hair.
"Gotcha…" Thin lips pulled into a sinister grin as gloved hands pulled at the hood of his black jacket, making sure his face was completely covered before answering.
'Shirosaki is making his way towards the front office with Getsuga.'
He only had to wait a brief moment before he heard his father's voice echo inside his head.
'And Ichigo?'
He took another quick glance through the school's monitors until he found what he was looking for.
'It looks like he's in the cafeteria...'
'Are you sure?'
'Pretty sure... Have you taken care of the bodyguards?'
His father was silent for a few tense seconds. 'I managed to get two of them before they got inside; Shirosaki and Getsuga should be unguarded now. Go ahead and make your move. I'll meet you later.'
'No problem.'
'Be careful, Kokuto.'
Said hooded figure scoffed at that. Like his father honestly gave a flying fuck about him—The man just wanted to make sure he didn't fail the stupid mission.
He quickly turned and double-checked that his gun was fully loaded before tucking it away inside his jacket. Then he made sure the security guard he encountered earlier was really dead. Satisfied that there was no pulse, he stood and began making his way out of the office to find his prey.
"Just like old times, Reaper~"
TBC
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Sorry for the long wait, but I hope it was worth it~
I tried to gather up as much information as I could manage in this chapter, So it might be a bit too much...
Anyway~
Love you guys and hope you stick around to see what happens next!
*I actually watched a documentary on this drug. Its real name is Scopolamine, and it's scary as fuck. It's like a roofie, but 100x worse, because you're still awake and able to move around. But it's like you're a five year old and you have to do what the others tell you. I just… And I think the scariest part about it, is that it can be put in a powder and you can drug someone just by blowing it around the person's face. Poof! Just like that—your freewill is nonexistent.
**Ahhhh~! Ahhh! See what I did there? Haha ;D I've been wanting to put that line in there for a while! lol Shirosaki and Grimmjow fighting to be King~~ It's just so them~ lmao Sorry for my stupid jokes xD