Review Replies for Chapter 3
To Clio1111 - Yay! I guess I did make my point of the crush on Ulquiorra's part. I'm glad you're enjoying! (;
Kichou - I know! I want one as well! (: Also all will revealed soon.~ Thank you!
Mayuzu - Glad to be back, thank you. After Ichigo accepts the job you'll see what's up and that was a major hint. (: And you'll find out some more in this chapter about Ichigo and Shiro! :D
I just want you all to know that i do read your reviews! I know I don't answer them but i see them and they make me laugh and feel great about my story! I appreciate your reviews and follows to me and or the story. (: Also my next few chapters may or may not be checked by a beta. I don't really have one so I'm having my friend check it. She doesn't really like to do this all the time though. If anyone can find any friendly and non-harsh betas willing to check bleach stories please tell me or ask them. Also wow fourth chapter.. I never thought I would get this far...
Shiro: Yeah, me neither ya lazy ass...
Me: Shut up, Shiro! )':
Shiro: Make me, Girlie.~ *teasing and poking my forehead*
Ichigo: *smacks him upside the head* Shiro, leave her the hell alone. She controls what happens to you in the story, you know. Don't wanna end up in a ditch somewhere, do you?
Shiro:...no.
Me: *sticks tongue out at Shiro* On with the chapter!~
Chapter Four
...Previous Chapter...
"...Sorry but, don't hold your breath. I'll try though." He patted her on the back before turning and walking away. He kept walking to the front of the store, then suddenly there was a scream and he felt a thick muscular arm wrap around his neck. He gagged a bit at the sudden pressure around his throat before he tried to pull away. Ichigo froze at the feeling of metal on his right temple.
Oh boy.
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"So, what did ya find Izuru?" The water like tone broke through the thick silence filled with purrs. The man named Izuru sat up straight and cleared his throat.
"Well, yes I found Ichigo Kurosaki. He was working at the grocery owned by Ginjo Kugo. Me and Shuuhei will keep an eye on him and see where he lives."
"...Fine. Ya can go now, thank ya for findin' him." The pale man said and continued to pet the cat. Kira nodded and stood up before leaving the room and the store. The lone figure sighed as he ran his fingers through the soft fur. The cat rolled on to his back lazily, trying to get the same treatment on his fluffy dark brown belly. The male acknowledged the request and started to pet his furry, dark brown and black belly. " Don't worry Zangetsu... I'll get Ichi back. It's a promise." He said quietly and smiled at the meow he got in response.
"No body move or imma' blow 'is brains out!" Yelled the man holding Ichigo.
"Kurosaki-kun!" Screamed Inoue. Ichigo felt the intimidating, cold metal leave his temple and saw him point it right at his friend. Right at that moment his control snapped. His eyes leaked to a burning amber rimmed with gold as he rammed his elbow into the man's gut, making him grunt and squeeze the trigger. The shot rang out and the bullet hit the metal of the shelves, it panged off the metal and flew, but luckily no one was hurt as it made contact with the ceiling. The gunned man-made a move to shoot the angered boy, but Ichigo had already grabbed his wrist and twisted it painfully. The man yelled out, dropping the gun, and then punched the orangette. Ichigo wasn't deterred when the male's left fist made contact with his right cheek, just kept bending his wrist backwards until a sick sound of bones breaking and disconnecting broke through the atmosphere.
The masked man was so focused on his agony riddled wrist he didn't notice Ichigo throw his fist back, until a force knocked him off his feet. The robber fell with a thud and a grunt. He was about to get up when Ichigo fell on his torso knees first, digging into his ribs. The man tried to punch with his one hand but Ichigo was faster and dodged any of the weak attacks. The berry never wavered as he began his assault on the assaulter. The teen repeatedly, with the same amount of force, kept bashing the man's head. Each forceful blow made the unconscious body's head snap from side to side.
"-go! Ichigo! Ichigo, stop he's done! You're going to kill him!" Ginjo tried to pacify the enraged boy. The raven haired male took his chances and approached the boy still punching the broken body on the floor. Blood was now making a small pool under the unknown man's head, the mask already soaked up enough blood to make it saturated. Ginjo placed a hand on Ichigo's shoulder softly, but still startled, Ichigo brought his elbow back and elbowed his boss in the nose. The dark-haired male stepped back from the force, holding his nose and cursed under his breath. "Shit! My nose!"
Ichigo saw what had just happened and the blood drained from his face as he watched his boss stagger backwards. He was sure he had just broke his boss's nose. The orange haired teen got up clumsily from the body, still bleeding on the floor, and ran up to his boss.
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't me to-" Ichigo began to panic and rant but Ginjo cut him off with a smile.
"It's okay! It's okay. I'm just glad you and everyone's okay...well mostly everyone." Ginjo ended with a glance at the body about to become a corpse. Ichigo noted the warmth trickling down his arms and looked to see his bandaged arm was dripping blood on the clean white floors. He must have pulled his stitches. His boss was about to ask about it when sirens sounded outside. Everyone looked to the entrance and saw three police cars outside the glass doors. Five officers rushed in, donned with bullet proof vests, hand guns, and stun guns. Everyone was relieved...until the officers pointed their handguns at a certain orange haired teen.
"Freeze! Get on your knees with your hands in the air, now!" A rough voice shouted as the police officers surrounded the shocked orange head.
"What?" Ichigo asked breathlessly in shock. A rough hand on his shoulder pushed him to his knees and made him cry out from the pain on his ankle. "B-Bastard." The teen muttered as he was handcuffed. Ginjo became infuriated and decided to face up the cop.
"You have the wrong person! That man was the one who showed up with a gun! Why are you arresting my employee?" He yelled at the cop now dragging Ichigo to his feet. The cop glared at him as he led Ichigo to the cruiser outside the front of the store. Ichigo listened as the sounds of his friend crying, his boss yelling in rage, a police man calling for an ambulance, and murmurs of shock being spread about the store got further when he was roughly shoved into the back of the police cruiser. The store became one of the many images of scenery as Ichigo was hurriedly rushed to the police station.
Oh great.
No one saw a lone figure exit the back of the store. As soon as he was out of sight and hearing range the black-haired figure took out a phone and called someone.
"We have a big problem.."
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"What happened?" Questioned one man. Ichigo sighed and rolled his eyes. He's told them the same thing for the past half an hour. He was on shift at the store. The man showed up and held him hostage with a gun. His friend yelled for him and the man went to shoot her. He then subdued the man with force. They weren't having it though.
"For the twentieth time, I was on shift when the man showed up with a gun and held me hostage. My friend yelled my name, he tried to shoot her, and I took that moment to subdue him." He said, exasperated.
"Okay then Mr. Kurosaki then why was he so badly beaten when we arrived?" The second detective asked accusingly to the teen across the table. Ichigo stared at the man before replying as if talking to a child.
"I was subduing him. It requires force. Especially a man with a loaded hand gun."
"Well usually when someone's subdued, Mr. Kurosaki, their not one foot in death's door." The first detective scoffed and Ichigo rolled his eyes for the millionth time that day. He just wanted to go home to his shitty apartment. He felt light-headed, from the bleeding of his pulled out stitches and weariness the day before. At this point he might just fainted of blood loss on the interrogation table. He was also pretty sure it was passing midnight. "Focus, Mr. Kurosaki! Answer our questions honestly and this will be over quickly."
"I'm trying." Ichigo grounded out at them between his clenched teeth.
"Well try harder. Now, Mr. Kurosaki, did you know the man you claimed to subdue? Any relation?" Asked the first detective, while the second went through Ichigo's file.
"No, I don't know who he was, I still don't know, he was wearing a mask." Ichigo answer flatly. The detective hummed, before turning to the other and discussing something in a hushed whisper, that even Ichigo couldn't hear sitting across the same table.
"Okay, I believe I have heard enough. If that is all you have to say to Mr. Kurosaki then I will be collecting him and we'll be taking our leave." Interrupted a calm voice from the only door in the room, right when Ichigo was planning on just fainting on the table to end it. The detectives turned around and Ichigo lifted his head to look at the man in the door frame. Through the haze that was once his clear vision Ichigo saw brown hair. Not being able to trust his sight, he replayed the voice in his head over and over, until the connection had linked together.
"S-Sosuke Aizen..?" Ichigo questioned, unsure. While the two detective tensed at the name, the brunette merely smiled.
"Good morning, Mr. Kurosaki. You must be exhausted." Aizen made conversation, as though there weren't two detectives glaring daggers at his calmly smiling face. The berry head laughed, with dry humor of course.
"No kiddin'." He chuckled, with a slur, to the man now entering the room. Aizen looked at the handcuffs that kept Ichigo's soft hands to the bars of the table. The older male shook his head, 'tsk'ing and turned to the detectives.
"Care to explain the need for handcuffs?" Aizen questioned, hiding the rage that wanted to burn the building to dust and rubble for cuffing the most beautiful creature he's ever met. The detective took out a few pictures and passed them to Sosuke. When he picked them up, he flipped through the photos, seeing a man's brutally beaten face. It looked like his cheek bones never existed. Aizen placed the pictures down. "So?"
"It was for our protection during the interrogation." The second detective growled. Aizen chuckled and placed a palm under ichigo's chin and lifted his head, making him face the detectives gently. Ichigo's face by now was sporting a giant dark purple mixed with dark green bruise on his cheek. His skin was almost as white as a ghost and his eyes looked like they were having the fight of their life trying to stay open.
"I don't think this young man is capable of causing harm to you in this state. Now please release him and I'll leave it at that." He stated feeling victorious from the small argument. The first detective got up and went around the table then unlocked Ichigo from his cuffs.
Ichigo tried to lift his arms but he was too exhausted to keep his eyes open anymore. Brown eyes were soon hidden before the teen fell out of the uncomfortable, metal chair. Aizen caught the unconscious body he was falling hard for, before he hit the hard floor. He glanced at the detectives out of the corner of his eye, before lifting Ichigo into his arms correctly. Aizen hurriedly walked out of the room, leaving detectives to stare at his back, while he carried the orange head bridal style. He left the building and quickly got Ichigo into the back of a fully black Chrysler 300 with tinted windows.
The brunette shut the back door after making sure Ichigo was secure while laying down. He walked to the driver's side, when a hand roughly gripped his shoulder. He turned around to meet rage filled gold eyes. Aizen was very shocked at first but quickly recovered. This young man looked just like his strawberry with no color, besides his blue tongue and golden eyes being the most color he had. His sclera was as dark as the midnight sky making his odd eyes stand out and glow.
"What're ya doin' with my baby brother! Why do ya got blood on yer shirt, huh!? Is he hurt?! I'll kill ya! I'll fuckin' kill ya if ya hurt him!" The pale man yelled at him while he gripped the powerful man's shoulder harder. Sosuke sighed before grabbing the hand slowly and prying the white fingers from his expensive suit jacket. Shirosaki tried to grip on once more but Aizen held his hand away by the wrist. The albino settled for glaring menacingly at the business man, though it didn't work at all in making him flinch or let go.
"So you are Ichigo's brother?" The older male commented more to himself, but the twin decided to answer anyways.
"Yeah, what of it!" He growled at Sosuke, who ignored him and let go of his wrist. Shiro pulled it away as if the appendage had been severely burnt. The pale male kept his glare on the tall man hoping he would incinerate to dust, obviously it didn't happen as the brunette stepped into the vehicle. "Hey! Where are ya goin'!?" Shiro shouted at the older male, who was now shutting the door to the glossy, black car.
"If you wish to see Ichigo, come to the Espada mansion." Was all he said before pulling off quickly and leaving the miffed, albino teen to stand there, in the middle of the street, growling at the tail lights of the black Chrysler. A loud honk broke through the air and Shirosaki wiped around at the honking car and glared furiously.
"Shut up!" He snarled at them and kicked their bumper, leaving a dent they would worry about later, before stomping off to the enemy's lair.
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Aizen, faster than he should, pulled into the pathway for the underground garage. Gin, who had waited there in the booth to open the gates for the garage, smiled at the sight of his colleague. He quickly flipped two of the many switches to open the gates and another to open the garage doors. Once they were fully open, the glossy Chrysler sped in with the screech of tires. The silver-haired male flipped the switches back to their starting point. The fox-like man hopped out of the seat, he planted himself in his wait, and quickly walked, with a skip in his step, to the now open garage doors.
He walked straight past a few of the customized, fancy cars. He stopped in front of the car and stood there, watching his friend gently take a pale Ichigo out of the now parked vehicle. Without greetings, Aizen and Gin rushed to the healing and research facility. When they reached the doors Gin's phone began to ring. He looked questioningly at his pocket before taking it out.
"Yes, Ichimaru speakin'." He answered with a smile taking up his face. Sosuke stood next to him calmly, though on the inside he was yelling in rage at Gin for answering the call and going insane with concern and worry for the limp teen in his arms. Gin turned to him with a confused frown.
"Uh, Yammy says the a pale man at the gate with white hair causin' a scene about his brother." The usually smirking male informed with a serious face. Aizen looked at the paths of the garden they had just taken with a sigh.
"Please go bring Shirosaki to the facility while I get Ichigo situated." The brunette requested before walking into the huge building. Gin stared after him for a moment before rushing to the main gates to retrieve their guest.
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Aizen was sitting on a stool next to Ichigo's bed. He had not woke yet but Szayel said it would be soon and he informed his boss not to force his awakening. Sitting there in silence, he watched the sleeping face of his soon-to-be employee and hopefully lover. On his nicely, tanned skinned cheek was a bruise ruining the perfect picture. Aizen continued to look at him up close. Under his eyes was dark circles from what he assumed was no rest and stress. They didn't belong there. The brunette lifted his hand from his lap and lightly brushed his fingertips under Ichigo's eyes. He then brought them up to orange hair and moved a few strands of the shaggy, yet spiky hair, out of his peacefully sleeping face. He continued to watch and noticed when his fingers touched Ichigo gently his body relaxed more and a content sigh left his nose. A smile graced his lips, a rare genuine smile.
"Stunning." Sosuke commented.
"Get tha fuck away from me! Where's my baby brother!?" Came the shouting of a familiar distorted voice in the hallway. The business man turned on the stool and looked at the door. He steadily became angered at the furrowed orange brows on the once peaceful face. Aizen stood from the stool and strode over to the door and opened it, to see Gin trying to stop Shiro from yelling and a peeved Szayel storming towards them. Coffee brown eyes rolled at the break out of chaos due to the albino's angered state.
"What's with all the commotion in the hall! People are resting from injuries! So please remain silent!" Szayel all but hissed at them. The brown-eyed male leaned against the door frame and watched the scene play out. Gin tried to speak the snow-white male down from getting physical with the pinkette, but all attempts were failing. Just as Sosuke opened his mouth to stop the havoc; a door across from Ichigo's flew open and slammed into the wall breaking off some chunks of the pristine white walls with the force. An angry, bandaged Sexta exited through the doorway; his aura dripping in malice and annoyance as he glared at the obnoxiously loud men in the hallway. The blue haired man was in only his boxers and was bandage on his chest, shoulders and most of his left arm. A growl sounded behind him as a white panther, tall as Grimmjow's upper knee, exited and sat next to her master's feet.
"What the fuck is happenin' out here!? I'm tryin' to sleep, god damn it!" Growled the blunette. Shiro looked at him and Szayel sighed while Gin and Aizen shook their heads.
"Sexta, just go rest." the bubble gum pink haired male said while rubbing his temples. Grimmjow growled in response in sync with his pet.
"Then shut the fuck up so I can!" He hissed before slamming the door shut. Everyone stared at the now damaged door, before Szayel rolled his eyes and left. He had more important things to attend to than standing around with a bunch of incompetent imbeciles. Silence hung in the hallway before the oldest male cleared his throat to gain the fox-like man and the snowball teen's attention. He nodded to the inside of the room before entering once again. Shiro, almost literally, ran Gin over to get to his brother. He got inside and froze as he stared at his damaged twin lying in the bed. His golden eyes open wide as he slowly approached the bed.
"King... Dear god what happened to ya all these years?" He asked quietly as he sat on the edge of the bed. His snow-white hand ran through bright traffic cone hair. "I'm so sorry... This is all my fault." Aizen sat on the stool and watched the albino sulk about what had ever happened in the past. Apparently, it was very tragic because the colorless young man kept repeating the apologies and blame on himself like a mantra. It was a rare and strange sight to see the all mighty Shirosaki Kurosaki apologize. The brunette watched this for a while until a quiet groan filled the room. Shiro and Sosuke nearly got whiplash turning to look at the orangette's scrunched up face. "Ichi! Oh thank god you're up!" Shiro smiled as Ichigo's earth brown eyes opened slightly and started to blink away the blur.
"W-Wha..?"
"King, I missed ya so much." The paler twin hugged his brighter copy and buried his face into his brother's neck.
"Shiro?" Ichigo said out loud curiously, before reality hit him like a brick to the noggin. He pressed a hand against his brother's face before moving him weakly away. "S-Shiro, go away! I don't want to see you! Ever!" Ichigo started getting louder. Shiro let his face get pushed away but he held on to him. "Let go!"
"No! King, I'm sorry! I should have never said what I said! It wasn't your fault!"
"Fuck you, Shiro!" Ichigo was now struggling in Shirosaki's arms, panting and gasping harshly. After jerking his body didn't work he used another method...he bit his brother's shoulder. The albino didn't expect the pain on the shoulder and yelled out before moving away. Ichigo kicked him off the bed and stood up on the opposite side. The berry's knees nearly buckled as he took out the IV he had attached to him. Aizen moved to approach the upset berry when his paler twin cut in front of him with a glare. Ichigo took the moment when his copy wasn't focussing on him and lifted the first aid kit off the bedside table then wiped it best he could at the albino. Shiro didn't notice anything until the brunette's eyes widened slightly, he turned just in time to get whacked in the nose with the corner of the metal first aid box. He cursed aloud and silently thank Ichigo wasn't at his full strength or his nose would have shattered on impact. He held his nose as blood dripped down his upper lip.
"Damn..." The albino commented to himself about the throbbing pain in his nose. He looked through his white bangs, to see the usually smirking male holding the enraged orangette. A hand settled on his shoulder and he turned to see Aizen's serious face.
"I think you should come back another time-"
"No! Never come back! Fuck off and stay gone!" Ichigo screamed as he started to fight against Gin. "I-I hate you! I never want to see you again! Just leave me alone! I moved away to get away from you!" Shiro sighed sadly, before walking to the door. He stopped at the doorway and sighed.
"I...I know it doesn't count for much...but I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that to ya. Bye King." Shiro left in defeat and Ichigo deflated in Gin's arms. Aizen walked over and shut the door silently before turning to the strawberry. He was sobbing and tear streaks were streaming down his once content face. Sosuke wanted to wrap his arms around him and stroke his hair while reassuring him it was alright. Sadly, there were a few problems. One, he wasn't dating or close to dating the orangette and he would just be shoved away; two, he doesn't know the problem, so where does he have a voice in saying it's okay?
"Mah mah Ichi-chan... I hate seein' ya so upset. Do ya want me ta get ya somethin'?" Gin offered, trying to comfort the smaller male. Ichigo then realized he was crying into Gin's uniform and pulled away quickly and almost fell, but Gin was there to balance him.
"N-No. I'm fine. Just please...leave me alone for a while. I'm honestly sorry about the damage." Ichigo sniffed, while wiping his eyes and sat on the bed with Gin's help. Gin nodded in understanding and exited the room. The brown-haired man stood there and watched as the orange head got to the center of the bed and pulled his knees to his chest. It was very saddening to the brunette.
"I'm sorry I let him visit you. I did not intend to upset you, Ichigo." He apologized, honestly feeling bad for letting this happen. Brown eyes lifted and locked on concerned chocolate-brown. Ichigo shook his head lightly to deny the apology.
"No, you didn't know, it's okay. Thank you for asking him to leave." Ichigo smiled at him. Aizen felt his heart skip multiple beats at the sight of that smile on his stunningly, beautiful strawberry. Even with the bruise and dark circles loitering on his gorgeous, tan skin he looked like the brightest, shining star. Sosuke cleared his throat and ran a hand through his slicked back hair before rubbing the back of his neck with the same hand. The young man noticed the small blush tinting the powerful man's cheeks.
Did I say something embarrassing?
"You're welcome... Well, I have work to attend to so rest up." Aizen recovered quickly before exiting the room and shutting the door. The orangette took his advice and brought the covers over his body and laid down. The business man was already down the hall and informing Szayel of what happened. The pink haired man let out a huff in frustration and left in a huff to go set up Ichigo's IV again. He left the healing and researching facility and took the path to return to his office.
Once there he sat down and sighed. He picked up his current read and opened up to the bookmark. He sat at his desk and continued to read his book with the images of his orangette crying in his head. Sosuke gripped the spine of the book out of anger. His Ichigo looked so upset as Gin held him away from his twin. Remembering the tears, sobs, and red, puffy eyes in the aftermath made his mood drop to sub-zero. He shut his book with the bookmark still inside, ignoring the failed attempt at reading. He sat back in his chair and exhaled deeply.
I will do my best to bring that smile to your face and dry your tears... Ichigo Kurosaki.
AN.: : Sorry people no beta again. ): If anything is wrong let me know!