Well it seems like at least some people are interested in the story so I'll keep going for now at least. I warn you the entire plot isn't completely settled out, but I'm working on it. Thanks to anyone who reads and/or reviews!

WARNING: Has not been through beta testing

Chapter 3

The sun had rose, creating a pleasant warmth around the small town of Karakura. A few clouds hung in the sky allowing cool patches of shade to scatter the streets. Here is where Shiro stood looking up at the building he remembered as his childhood home. He smiled darkly as he saw that it had not changed in the years he was in hell. It was the same shade of tan with the small front yard and big sign across the side entrance saying "Kurosaki Clinic." The sign had faded slightly from the years but was still easy to read.

"Good boy," Shiro patted the dogs head, "Ya lead me right ta home." Shiro did wonder why the dog lead him here. It wasn't like the mutt knew this was his goal. That would be absurd. Maybe he just got lucky. He was due for some old fashion good luck after all the bad luck he had had. That thought was quickly pushed back though when he thought of everything that could go wrong. Yes the house and clinic was still here, but that didn't mean his brother was. He could have moved on from this place. He was able to live his life after all. Anger boiled slightly at that thought but was suppressed. It wasn't Ichigo's fault. He needed to remember that.

His parents? Well that was a different story. They were the ones that left him there. That had been burned into his mind. They didn't want him anymore. Didn't need him. Maybe they were still here. Shiro's eyes began to glow and he licked his teeth as the feelings of revenge grew. His mind started to cloud. Sick images came into his head that gave him a feeling of satisfaction for a moment before he realized what he was thinking and regained control. Shaking his head, Shiro took a deep breath, the thoughts now forgotten and his head clear

"Well, should we try ta pay my dear lost brother a visit?" Shiro looked down at the dog and he barked heading straight for the door. "Eager ain't we." The dog disappeared into the clinic and only then did Shiro notice the dog door. This couldn't be the dog's house could it? Why didn't he have a collar then? Even Shiro had a collar to show who owned him. Of course, his family had abandoned him, they could easily not care if they lost a dog.

The dog came back out and whined at Shiro. Only when he made a move towards the door did the dog return inside. Upon opening the door, Shiro was greeted with the soft smell of lavender and antiseptic. The small waiting room had a cozy feel to it with its few plush chairs and small TV in the corner. Some movie was playing on the screen that Shiro didn't recognize but he wasn't surprised. He had only ever seen maybe three movies in his life and two of them were educational. A small built in desk sat in between two doors. If he remembered correctly, one went to the patents rooms and the other into the main house. Being so long, he couldn't remember which was which.

"OW! You dam fucking dog!" Shiro came out of his observation and looked at the blue haired man sitting behind the desk. He held his hand tightly and Shiro could barely see what looked to be slight teeth marks in the back. "Fuck you Zangetsu! I thought ya were finally gone for good this time and ya come back and fucking bite me!" The dog, now known as Zangetsu, just sat and wagged his tail. His tongue lolled out of his mouth as he panted. Zangetsu looked to be smiling and proud of his work. Shiro couldn't help but chuckle.

"Oh, ya think it's funny do ya? You little white haired prick!" The man behind the counter had finally noticed Shiro and stood. He towered Shiro slightly and was very much more muscular.

"Ya, I do. Ya got a problem with that Blueberry?" Shiro shot back.

"You fucking bastard! Say that again. I dare ya!" the man started to come out from behind the desk. Zangetsu followed him and stood next to the two as if he was a spectator happy to have the best seat in the house.

"Say wha' again Blueberry?" Shiro smirked knowing he hit a nerve.

"You bastard, I'm going to fuckin'…."

"Grimmjow!" the bluenett was cut off, "What the hell are you doing? This is a clinic, not a fight club. I swear I bring you in here for a few days while Orihime is on vacation to help out and again you try to pick a fight with a client!"

"But he started it Ichi! Little Bastard called me a blueberry!" The other man ran a hand across his face and through his hair at Grimmjow's words.

"Ichi," Shiro thought, "Could it be?" He looked over at the man. His attire let everyone know he was the doctor here even though it was a bit casual. A white lab coat covered dark jeans and what looked to be a black polo shirt. Black tennis shoes that could pass as formal shoes with the right clothes were on his feet. A messy orange mop of hair, now made even worse, topped his head. Light brown eyes stared intently at his temporary help. His features and stature matched Shiro's in everything but the obvious. He was so caught up in his thoughts he didn't notice the other two arguing.

"Your dam mutt came in and fucking bit me after draggin' this dam bastard in with him!"

"That doesn't mean you can start picking fights! And how many times have I told you to stop taking off Zangetsu's collar and leaving him outside at night? You know he runs off during the night if we do that."

"Ya think the dam mutt would get th' hint and not come back," Grimmjow mused only to be hit across the head.

"We agreed Grimmjow, I keep my dog, and you keep your cat. Now get back to work. I'll handle this one ok?"

Grimmjow gave in and grumbled something about how at least Pantera doesn't bite him as he took his place back at the desk. The young doctor turned his attention back to the potential patient. He only then noticed the odd attire the other had on. The scrubs like clothing that almost made him look like a nurse; the boots that were definitely for more than just hiking and were being worn without socks. Most of all was the collar that looked to have not been removed in a very long time that acted as a choker around his neck. Working his way up, the doctor found this other man's facial features to be similar to his own. Too similar. Almost a carbon copy with different colors.

"Can…can I help you?" the doctor finally got out. Shiro didn't answer right away. He continued to study the man in front of him. "Hello?"

"Is your name Ichigo Kurosaki?" The question just slipped as if Shiro's voice was acting on its own. The doctor nodded. "Do you remember your brother?"

Ichigo's face suddenly changed. Sadness fell on it briefly before a bit of anger, "My brother is dead. And who the hell are you coming in here asking me about him? How the hell do you even know about him?"

"I am him. I am Ogihci Kurosaki," The name burned on Shiro's tongue. It had been so long since he recognized it as his. It had been even longer since he had been called by it. He only was sure it was his since it was etched into his tag. Before he knew it, Shiro's cheek was stinging. "What the hell was that for?"

"It isn't funny to mess with a man like you just have," the honey brown eyes that before seemed so calm had turned into pools of anger and hate. "I lost my brother when I was very young and I didn't even get to say goodbye! None of us did! And you come walking in here pretending to be him! You bastard!" Shiro's stomach burned this time. He fell over clutching his middle before he could react. Raspy wheezing coughs would not stop until he spit up blood. The doctor was shocked for only a second before he acted.

"Grimm! Help me get this man to the back. Whoever he is, he needs help." Shiro felt strong hands on him and heard the rushing of feet before it all went dark.

Soft beeps rang gently through Shiro's ears. He could barely make out voices around him. He felt something soft under him and decided it was a bed. It seemed much softer than ones in the past though. The soft beeping drifted back into his thought. Beeping and a bed; he was in a hospital. Was it all a dream? He remembered being punched. It even still hurt there. No, this must be the clinic. They hadn't brought him back. The slight panic subsided. Shiro slowly opened his eyes to see orange and blue hair hovering above him.

"He seems stable, but other than what this collar says I have no idea where he came from."

"Is he really your brother?"

"Could be Grim. Collar has his name on it and the hospital he was treated in. He looks like me only white with golden eyes. And being dressed the way he is suggests he was in a hospital before this. The bad health practically confirms it."

"I'm telling ya…I'm…him," Shiro rasped out through shaky breaths. "My brother….is you, Ichigo. We are….twins but…I was sick. Ya visited…every Thursday a' 4 o'clock. That…that was the day you didn' have karate." Shiro felt his breathing get steadier. "I wanted to try too…but was to sick. So…ya trained me. Ya trained me Ichi." Shiro smirked. "Could neva beat ya though so you were King. You were King, an' I was you're horse."

"What's he babbling on abou' Ichi?"

"Grimm, go get him something to eat will you. My brother looks like he hasn't eaten in days." Ichigo smiled and patted Shiro on the shoulder as Grimmjow left the room. "It's good to have you home Ogihci."

Shiro smirked and let out a chuckle, "I dun use that name anymore Ichi. Call me Shiro."

Hey guys. Sorry this chapter is kinda short too. That just seemed like a good place to end this chapter. I know it's a little fluffy but I promise some more hard stuff will come later. Have possibly some gory stuff planned. Revenge is never completely clean, is it? Muhahaha! Tell me whatcha think please? It helps keep me going.