WARNING: Has been only a little beta tested. Hey that's improvement right?

Chapter 5

"Another local pet has been found dead today. This time a large tabby cat. This death makes nine in the past two weeks. What makes it so strange is that all the pets killed were drained of their blood and their body left almost unharmed except for a few cases in which they were almost unrecognizable. Authorities, although thinking this odd, are keeping a look out for the creature possibly responsible. The head of Karakura Game and Wildlife has asked people to be careful as the creature appears to be very dangerous and could possibly turn on humans if one encounters it. They are hoping to catch whatever it is soon to either re-release, or euthanize it."

The reporter on TV continued to drone on moving to another story about some orphans or something. Grimmjow wasn't really paying attention as he petted a purring Pantera in his lap. He gripped a little tighter to the mostly white and black tipped cat protectively as the story ended. "Another one…" he mumbled.

"Anything interesting happen?" Ichigo asked as he walked down the stairs drying his hair.

"Another pet dead. Same as the others and tha' raccoon from two weeks ago."

Ichigo sighed at the news, "Glad Zangetsu and Pantera are still ok. You know you are coming with me and Shiro today right?" He went into the kitchen and grabbed a cup of the coffee Grimmjow had made. Grimmjow grumbled. "You have no choice in this Grimm"

"I hate ya…"

Ichigo sipped his coffee, "Love you too Grimm"

Once again, Shiro was washing dried blood from his skin. Shaking, he watched the crimson dyed water go down the drain. Shiro kept scrubbing trying to get any mark off of him and even when they were gone he scrubbed more. Not until his hands were raw and his hair was beginning to pull out did he stop. Finally, when the water ran clear, he got out of the shower and looked at himself in the mirror. Dark circles stood out on his pale skin. The same collar that had been around his neck for years still hung in place. He looked into his own eyes only to have them widen in shock. In the corners, a small amount of black was bleeding into the white. He rubbed his eyes and checked again. "Wha' the?" Laughter broke out in the back of his head

"Hehehehehe! It's startin'. Can ya feel it? The power, the insanity, the thirst fer blood. Won't be long now."

Water sprayed around the bathroom as Shiro shook his head. The voice laughed as it faded away. It was happening more and more; messages in Shiro's own voice that rang through his head. Slowly they had been growing louder with every morning he woke to the smell of death and the taste of copper. Ten times it had been now. Nine times he had woke with just blood and flesh caked on him. Once he woke to a piece of gnawed flesh still in his hands and mouth. Somehow he had been able to keep the incidents from his brother. He was lucky that he had become an early riser from the years in the hospital making it easy to cleanse himself of any evidence. This morning had been close since Ichigo had woken him by knocking on the door to the small bedroom he now occupied.

"Shiro! You almost ready?" Shiro snapped from his thoughts and grabbed a towel.

"Jus' got outta the shower Ichi. Gimme a minute," Shiro called back. Hearing Ichigo agree, the former experiment dried off and slipped on some boxers before going back to his room to get dressed. His brother had taken him to get him some clothes once he was rested enough to go out. Slipping on some faded jeans, and a gray collared shirt, (Ichigo said he needed to dress at least a little bit nice today), he brushed his hair just enough to get the knots out before making his way downstairs.

"Will you please go get ready?" Shiro chuckled seeing the red in his brother's face. He was arguing with Grimm again; recently his most favorite form of entertainment.

"I am," Grimmjow said without even looking at Ichigo.

"You are not going in sweats and a t-shirt! At least put on some jeans."

"It's jus your dad. He has accepted me. No more need ta impress," Grimmjow smiled a toothy smile that normally would have made Ichigo melt. Shiro had seen that, but this time was different. Ichigo picked up Pantera and after putting the cat down, grabbed Grimmjow and dragged him upstairs. Shiro chuckled as he listened to the two fight.

"They sure are fun huh Pantera," Shiro said as he scratched the purring cat's ears.

Grimmjow stood grumbling in a pair of dark jeans and a navy t-shirt that had a white abstract vine design printed on it waiting with the brothers on their father's porch. After Ichigo took over the clinic and his sisters went to college, Isshin decided to downsize. Leaving Ichigo the house hooked to the clinic to live in, he bought a small three bedroom home for himself and his girls when they came home for vacation.

The door was thrown open some moments later and they were greeted by a fist aimed at Ichigo, "Son! Ichigo!" Ichigo sighed as he grabbed his dad and threw him back into the house.

"You're too old for that stuff Dad!" Ichigo yelled after his father's flying body. Isshin crawled over to a large poster of a woman on the wall. He was going on and on about our son this and our son that. Shiro secretly hoped they had the wrong house.

"Does this always happ'n?" Shiro asked as he watched the man finally get up and dust himself off like nothing happened.

Ichigo just sighed and nodded, "You get used to it."

Isshin walked back to the door and looked over Shiro. Up and down his eyes traveled taking in his lost son and not believing he was right here after years of believing him to be dead. Shiro just stared back. He felt as if he was for sale in a store window. Suddenly strong arms tightly embraced him. Shiro froze; his face showing an almost scared reaction to the act. A soft ring just loud enough to drown out the others was ringing in his ears. The voice in his head laughed, "This is the man that abandoned you and you let him hug you? You are soft. Where is the fire and anger?" He started shaking all over. His fists continued to clench and unclench as he tried to keep control. "Go on then. The revenge will be sweet. The blood, even sweeter. Hehehehe." Shiro's eyes began to glow golden. He stared blankly in front of him. The man holding him was talking but it was nothing but white noise to Shiro's ears. His knuckles had turned even whiter than his already pale skin. Small lines of crimson seeped through his fingers

"No…I can't. Not…a-a-a," Shiro tried to gain control of his thoughts. He heard himself snarl and before he knew it, the man was against the wall of the house; Shiro's pale hand clenched around his neck and an insane smile cracked his face. He ran his tongue over sharp teeth.

"Shiro!"

A tight grip grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled, jerking Shiro back. His ears were once again clear. The voice was gone. His fingers loosened and blood dripped from his hands. The glow in his eyes dimmed back down to dull gold. He looked at the results of his action. A bloody handprint circled Isshin's throat. Bruises were already beginning to form. Ichigo was helping him to calm down. "What have I done?" he breathed softly.

"Well that is one way to say hello. Hahaha!" Isshin coughed out, "Guess that was a little forward and from what little Ichigo has told me. It doesn't surprise me you are a little jumpy. Come on in. We can bandage you hands and clean up. After that, I want to make amends with my son." Isshin lead the way inside, "Nice grip by the way Ogihci. You're mother would be proud."

Three cups of tea and one cup of coffee sat cooling on the small table in the living room. Ichigo had quickly learned that Shiro had an odd aversion to the stuff, (something about bad memories or something), and introduced him to coffee. Isshin had taken place on a large armchair. Shiro was next to him as skilled hands worked on wrapping up his own. Ichigo and Grimmjow were making themselves at home on the smaller of two couches in the room.

Isshin reached up slowly and grabbed the pendant on Shiro's collar, "So you really were locked in there all these years?" Shiro nodded as his father started reading. "Patient number eighty-seven. Under the care of Dr. Aizen Sosuke and Dr Szayel Aporro Granz. Las Noches Hospital. Potentially Dangerous." Shiro chuckled at that. He remembered the day they added that to his collar. Sure, after that he wasn't let out as much, and when he was, there were always a ton of guards, but jumping out from a dark corner to scare and tackle Dr. Granz was just something he couldn't pass up. He even started growling at him and tried to bite the doctor. Hey if he was going to be treated like a dog, why not act like one?

"Ogihci…" Isshin started.

"Shiro. I don't use that name anymore."

"Sorry. Shiro, I know it doesn't mean much, if anything at all at this point, but I am truly sorry for all these years. If we had only known…" Isshin hung his head.

"If ya had only known? If ya had only known? Ya did know. Ya abandoned me and then acted like I was dead! Ya jus stopped coming. Ya left me there to rot and let the doctors do what they pleased!" Shiro huffed and plopped down on the other couch.

"They told us you were dead; that your body had been incinerated in fear of the disease spreading to other patients. We were not even allowed to gather the few things from your room. Oh, how your mother cried," Isshin got up and went into one of the few cabinets in the small room. A photo album was removed along with two small stuffed golden lions. One was well worn and slightly faded. The other looked almost new. Isshin tossed Ichigo his as he sat back down in the chair. Opening the album, Isshin took out a small pamphlet and handed it to Shiro. "That was from your funeral. We still had a service even though we had nothing to burry."

Shiro's eyes wouldn't move from the small picture of himself on the front of what had been handed to him. They really did think he had died. They grieved for him. Had honored the short life he had. His family hadn't abandoned him. "Come on. Yer really gonna believe that?" Shiro shook his head, "But the doctors…everyone tol' me ya abandoned me."

"Dr Aizen was always a bit…off." His father started, "We went to the same medical school. I was a few years older so we never had classes together. His views and theories however were well known. Although he was a good student and showed promise, the trials he proposed were always disturbing to say the least. But when it came to my own son…well, Sosuke was the best in the field and the only one trying to find a cure. I trusted him, and so did your mother. We had to. We were doing anything to save you."

Isshin held out the other stuffed lion to Shiro. He took the plush toy and looked at it oddly. "I got him for you," Ichigo explained, "I was going to give him to you the day they told us you were dead. That way, we were still connected even though you were in the hospital." Ichigo looked at his lion and smiled, "Mine was Kon, but I never named yours. He just sat on the bed with Kon. At that little, I didn't completely understand you were never coming home, so well, I saved him for you."

"Never knew you could be so sappy Ichi. Hehehe."

"Way to ruin a moment Grimmjow."

"I try," Grimmjow smiled and kissed a cheek on Ichigo's scowling face.

Shiro chuckled at the two. Holding onto the lion still, he handed the pamphlet back to his father. He no longer felt anger towards this man. Isshin had done nothing wrong and from what he was hearing and his mother hadn't either. His mother. Wait where was his mother? Nothing had been mentioned of her or where she was. Was she the woman on the poster? She had to be the way Isshin had been talking to her about "our son" when he was yelling about Ichigo. Before he realized what was coming from his mouth, Shiro asked, "Isshin…what happened ta mom?" The older's face visually saddened. A small tear escaped his eye. Shiro looked to Ichigo after hearing the twin hiccup slightly. Wrapped in Grimmjow's arms, it was obvious he was trying not to cry. "I'm sorry…did I say sometn' wrong?"

"No son. It's just…it's just still a sad subject. A painful subject when it comes to your mother. I can't tell you all the details with Ichigo here, but your mother died not to long after your sisters were born. She was killed," Isshin tried to hold back his own tears over losing his wife. Shiro could tell he was staying strong for Ichigo.

After the reaction, he didn't press the issue further. Ichigo could tell him once he felt willing too. Instead, he tried to change the subject, "So I have sisters?"

Ichigo nodded after wiping his eyes, "Karin and Yuzu. Their fraternal twins."

"Karin's the better one," Grimmjow said. Ichigo elbowed him. "Ow!"

"Grimm likes Karin more 'cause she is more of a tom boy. Yuzu is more girly and a very good cook," Ichigo explained.

"Ok you do have a point there. Her food is awesome!" Grimmjow smiled. The other three laughed at Grimmjow's excitement. "What? It is." They just kept laughing. Grimmjow sat and pouted, "Yeah yeah, laugh all ya want. I'll get you all back! I mean it!"

"Uh huh. Sure Grimm. We all know you are nothing more than a temperamental house cat," Ichigo said through his laughter. Grimmjow growled and jumped at him. Soon they were fighting on the floor with Isshin and Shiro laughing at them.

"That's my boy!"

Shiro couldn't believe what had happened. His entire outlook on his family had changed. Sure, he had yet to meet all of them, but that didn't matter. His family had loved him. They mourned losing him. They kept the memory of him alive. Most of all, they were lied to. Sosuke Aizen; it was all him. He lied to be able to have full use of Shiro's body. Planted lies in Shiro's head so that it felt like he had nothing to go back to. Not to mention the torture he went through not just from Dr. Aizen himself, but that lackey Granz as well. Anger started to grow as he thought about it. Hatred for them bore into his very soul. "Hehehe. Well then, now the true targets of revenge are found huh? Can't you see it now? Their blood painting the walls in beautiful sprays. Their bodies contorted into exquisite shapes due to broken bones and strained muscles. It will be a beautiful sight will it not?" A small smirk cracked its way onto Shiro's face as the voice faded. The irises of his eyes glowed faintly. "It would be nice," Shiro thought to himself.

Once Ichigo and Grimmjow were finally pulled apart, the rest of the visit went smoothly. Stories and pictures were shared. Shiro learned all of what he missed over the years. He didn't talk much of his time in the hospital. He couldn't have his new found family getting angrier than they already were over what had happened. No one would take his opportunity to get revenge away. He truly enjoyed being among them though. He hadn't been that happy in such a long time, he was amazed he could still feel the emotion. There was only one problem though. Why did he have this feeling he was being watched? Making it out to be just the years in the hospital, he pushed the feeling away. However, something told Shiro, happiness was something he was meant to have for very long.

Outside, a small pale body stood out among the green leaves he was hiding in. The leaves though were so thick, that unless one was really looking, the young man inside would not have been seen. Shiro was not a hard one to locate. Simplistic trash never was. It was easy to determine that the patient would seek out his brother and from there he would be reintroduced to society through the rest of his family. It was perfectly logical. Even someone with 87's limited intelligence would have been able to figure that out if the roles would have been reversed.

His emerald eyes had witnessed everything. The first meeting, the attack that occurred on the porch, and even the actions that occurred inside the middle class house; he saw it all. Dr. Aizen was right. The white one was a threat that needed to be taken care of. It would be so much easier just to dispose of the other one, but his orders forbid it. "What an annoyance," he sighed as he hopped down and walked away from the house. He had enough information for now. For now he needed to plan. 87 would be a tough one to chain, but Ulquiorra would succeed. Aizen would have his guard dog back.

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