"What's the holdup?" Shiro asked with arms crossed behind his back and foot tapping as he waited in the back of the group. The sun had set and the teenagers stood on the dimly lit walkway outside of Orihime's apartment while Orihime fished through her purse for the keys to her apartment.
"Shut up and let her find her keys," Ichigo reprimanded the impatient hollow.
Shiro snuck up behind the oblivious strawberry to perch his head on Ichigo's shoulder and snaked pale arms around his waist. "But I'm bored…" Shiro whined.
"Yamero," Ichigo hissed as he struggled in the hollow's hold. Shiro responded with a harsh pinch to the teen's nipple. Ichigo elbowed the hollow in retaliation before mumbling in defeat, "Pervert."
"But you like it, Aibou," Shiro defended playfully as he held Ichigo tighter against his body. "Hurry up, Hime," he chided.
"I'm trying, Shiro-kun... The little green men must have beamed down to misplace them again! They were here earlier—" Turning around to look at the two boys, Orhime cut herself off when she saw Shiro running pale fingers across Ichigo's stomach as he teased along the edge of his captive's pants. The girl swallowed convulsively, cheeks burning when she looked up to see Shiro grinning at her over Ichigo's shoulder. Inverted eyes glittered in amusement as Orihime quickly turned around to resume searching for her keys.
"I think she likes it, King," Shiro whispered into Ichigo's ear.
"I think you're an impatient pervert," Ichigo grumbled.
"Mittsuketta!" Orihime declared, holding her key ring high in victory before sliding the key in to open the door. Shiro released Ichigo, stepping around the orange head to follow shortly behind his princess. Ichigo shut and locked the door behind him as he made his way inside.
Ichigo grabbed Shiro by the back of his white jacket as he was about to pounce on the oblivious girl currently preoccupied by removing her shoes. Quickly slapping a hand over the hollow's mouth and holding him still, he watched as Orihime bounced off towards the kitchen calling over her shoulder, "Tea will be ready in just a minute."
After hearing telltale sounds indicating she was busy making tea, Ichigo released his hold. "What'd you do that for?" Shiro asked incredulously, whipping around to glare at Ichigo as soon as he could move.
"Behave yourself," Ichigo hissed as he gripped on the front of the hollow's clothes. "You looked ready to tackle her to the floor and have your way with her in the middle of her living room!"
Shiro scowled at the continued idiocy of his other half. "Yea, what's your point?"
Ichigo deadpanned, staring at Shiro in disbelief. "My point! Keep it in your pants for more than 2 seconds after you walk in the door, boke!" He said as forcefully as he could manage without alerting Orihime, smacking the hollow on the head for good measure. As soon as Shiro opened his mouth to make a smartass remark, Ichigo cut him off as he continued, "Before you say anything else… Try to think with something other than your dick for a moment. It's her first time… She's nervous enough as it is without you pinning her down the moment you get her in an enclosed space. The first time should be special… not some quick fuck on the floor."
Shiro grimaced as he furrowed his eyebrows, looking off to the side as he realized Ichigo was probably right. "I'm no good with this mushy human shit…" he admitted.
"I know. Just… try to follow my lead," Ichigo suggested as he walked towards the kitchen before pausing and pointing a finger at Shiro. "And don't jump on her for kami's sake!"
"I'll try to control myself," Shiro said with a roll of his eyes, pausing when something caught his eye. "What's that?" Shiro asked, pointing toward the portrait.
Ichigo frowned as he explained, "It's a shrine to her brother. He died a few years ago. They lived alone, so he was all she had."
"Oh…" Shiro said lamely.
"You don't remember-" Ichigo cut himself off when Orihime came into the room carrying a tray full of tea to the low lying table. "Thanks for the tea."
The three sat in an awkward silence as they drank their tea. The hollow watched as the other two took turns catching furtive glances at the other. When he was finished with his tea, Shiro stood up and bluntly stated, "I think I gotta take a leak… or whatever you were talking about earlier. Where's the toilet?" As Orihime answered his question, Shiro gave Ichigo a meaningful look before he made his way to the bathroom.
Orihime collected the cups; Ichigo stood and grabbed the tea pot to assist her. He followed her into the kitchen, setting the teapot next to the sink as she went straight to work cleaning them. Ichigo's eyes wandered around the kitchen noticing the dust that had collected over the past couple months since his friends had the chance to go home. His sisters were definitely going to kill him for not coming home sooner.
Ichigo came up behind her as she finished cleaning and drying the cups. Orihime turned around to put away her tea cups, nearly jumping out of her skin and almost dropping the cups in surprise due to how close Ichigo was. As she backed up against the counter, he stepped forward to close the gap.
"So… What did you want to do tonight?" she asked. "I have some movies…" trailing off nervously as she was becoming overwhelmed by the way he was looking at her.
"Do you really want to watch movies tonight?" Ichigo asked, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear, trailing a finger down her neck. "I don't want to rush things or make you uncomfortable though…" Ichigo trailed off, scratching his neck nervously as a light embarrassed blush dusted his cheeks.
"Kurosaki-kun…"
"I thought we agreed on given names," Ichigo teased.
"WAH! Gomen. I forgot!" Orihime exclaimed, clapping a hand over her mouth.
Ichigo smiled at her reaction- she really was too cute for her own good. He softly gripped her wrist to pry her hand away from her face. "Maybe I'll just have to do something to make you remember," Ichigo said softly as he leaned in slowly.
All her anxieties seemed to melt away as his lips pressed to hers. Her frantic heartbeat began to calm itself as she wrapped her arms around him. It'd only been a few days since they kissed but it had seemed like an eternity to her.
So much had happened in the last few days…
All she wanted to do was lose herself to the sensation.
Forget about the outside world for a while.
Orihime pulled him closer and held on to him tightly; returning his kiss as if she needed it more than air itself.
Ichigo chuckled and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Better now?" he asked as he smoothly switched their positions around so she could lean against him.
Orihime nodded, hugging him tightly. "I'm just so glad you're alright," she said shakily, attempting to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over.
"Hey, hey, hey," he said, trying to calm her down, stroking her hair. "Everything is going to be alright. We'll get through this," Ichigo reassured her.
"I know… Everything is just going to be so different now."
"Isn't 'different' a good thing?" Ichigo asked with a smile, letting a finger lightly brush her cheek as he wiped away a stray tear.
"Yea. Change is good," she decided, leaning up once more to kiss his lips.
Orihime froze as she felt something soft brush against her neck before a body embraced her from behind. "S-Sh-Shiro-kun?" A shiver ran down her spine as he hummed against her neck in response. Ichigo rolled his eyes at Shiro before grasping Orihime's chin and pulling her back into a deep kiss.
"Why don't we take this to a more comfortable location, ne?" Without bothering to wait for an answer, Shiro wrapped an arm around Orihime and dragged her out to the living room. Shiro shed his top and took a seat on the couch, smiled a mile wide as he caught her heated gaze and hooked a finger in her direction, beckoning her over.
Orihime shyly looked over at Ichigo, as if to ask his permission. Ichigo took one look at Shiro and chuckled, shooing her away towards the hollow. Orihime moved hesitantly as she went to straddle his lap. The hollow gave her hips a gentle squeeze as she sat. Shifting in his lap as she leaned down to kiss him, Orihime was startled when Shiro shot up to meet her halfway.
Ichigo crossed his arms across his chest as he leaned back against the wall to watch the other two heatedly. Shiro wasted no time in invading the girl's mouth with his tongue, swallowing down her moans as his hand came up to grasp her breast, massaging it thoroughly before teasing it through the material of her bra. She gasped as she felt an extra pair of hands working behind her to unclasp her bra. Shiro quickly helped to remove the material, taking one of her nipples in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. Arcing her back, she began panting heavily as the pleasure started to overwhelm her senses.
Hot breath washed across her neck as Ichigo whispered into her ear, "Should we go to the bedroom?"
Shiro looked up at her expectantly before she quickly nodded her assent. Shiro smiled as Ichigo picked her up off of Shiro's lap to carry her to the bedroom, carefully depositing her on the bed.
"Are you sure you're okay with this?"
Orihime nodded vigorously, propping herself up on the bed. "I've been waiting for such a long time. Please don't make me wait any longer," she begged with half-lidded eyes as she spread her legs suggestively.
"Don't keep the poor princess waitin'," Shiro said, giving Ichigo a slight shove forward before taking a seat next to the princess, untying his hakama and snaking a hand down to grasp himself; slowly moving his hand up and down as he watched.
Crawling forward on the bed, Ichigo captured her lips before slowly kissing his way down her body, hooking a finger around her underwear to slowly remove them. Orihime looked away in embarrassment as Ichigo burned the sight before him into his memory. Ichigo kissed her hungrily as he gently ran a pair of fingers up and down, teasing the folds of her pussy.
Ichigo unzipped his own jeans and carefully extricated his dick, stroking himself as he slowly inserted a finger into Orihime's wet warmth. It was like nothing he had ever felt before but much different than he had imagined. The sensation around his finger already had him wanting nothing more than to fuck her senseless and make her scream his name. Orihime began moving her hips as she tried to get more of that delicious sensation that was setting her body on fire. Ichigo quickly obliged her silent request, adding a second finger as he increased his speed.
Shiro licked his lips as he watched Ichigo lick his fingers clean. Shiro shot up and whispered something in Ichigo's ear. Ichigo grinned and nodded.
"Alright, princess. Upsy daisy."
"Huh?"
"Get up on your knees," Shiro ordered. She looked confused but did as she was told anyways, rolling over to get up on her hands and knees. "Close enough." Shiro lay down on the bed next to her and shifted her so she was positioned over him. The healer was quickly rewarded as he began to lick and tease her wet pussy with his impossibly long, blue tongue.
With every moan that escaped her lips, Ichigo felt like he was getting closer and closer to the edge, stroking himself as he watched. Not wanting for things to be over just yet, he grasped the white material still loosely covering the hollow's lower half, tugging them down and pulling them off as Shiro wiggled out of them. Shiro groaned in surprise and bucked into Ichigo's mouth as he felt those inexperienced lips wrap around his dick.
Having someone else's cock in his mouth wasn't nearly as awkward as Ichigo had been expecting. The taste was certainly pleasant enough as he swirled his tongue experimentally around the head of Shiro's cock. Hearing the slightly muffled sounds escaped the hollow's mouth raised his confidence and made him eager to please. Wrapping a hand around the base of Shiro's dick, Ichigo took as much as he could into his mouth as he started bobbing his head up and down at an even pace. Shiro ran his hands over the body above him, trying to focus as his partner in crime did his best to distract him.
Orihime was completely lost in her own little world as Shiro's tongue did devilish things; his fingers simultaneously tormenting her nipples. A familiar heat gathered quickly, catapulting her straight to that coveted edge. Prying her eyes open, she looked down to see Shiro's eyes flutter shut, growling as Ichigo deep-throated him. Pleasure wracked her body, biting down hard on her bottom lip as the world imploded around her. Failing to control himself, he harshly sucked on her clit in a nearly sadistic manner. Unable to keep herself upright any longer, she fell forward to rest on her forearms before rolling onto her back, panting as she tried to regain her breath.
Orihime had a goofy smile on her face as she stared up at the ceiling, basking in the afterglow. A string of muttered curses flowed from Shiro's mouth. If Shiro didn't know any better, he would have thought the boy was a decorated veteran at sucking dick. Those chocolate eyes held a fierce intensity as they stared back up at Shiro.
Ichigo was startled when he felt a firm grip on his hair pull him up but found himself speechless as Orihime crashed their lips together for a moment. Leaning back on the bed to shimmy out of her skirt, she rolled back over onto her knees to give Ichigo quite the view as she looked back over her shoulder. Happily refocusing his attention, Ichigo quickly slipped out of his jeans, crawling behind her as he met her heated gaze. Shifting her hips backwards, she whimpered in want as Ichigo caressed her ass, rubbing the head of his dick along her pussy teasingly.
"Ready?"
Orihime nodded, humming in response.
"I think that was a yes, King…." Shiro commented as he slid in front of the girl on the bed, sitting up against the headboard as he watched with interest.
Ichigo nodded and began to ease his way forward, gritting his teeth from the overwhelming sensation as he was slowly enveloped by impossibly tight, warm, velvety walls. Pausing as he reached the point of no return, Ichigo ran a hand up her back soothingly before he snapped his hips forward, grimacing at the small muffled groan of pain that came from her mouth.
"Daijoubu... Chotto matte dake..." she reassured.
Ichigo patiently waited, rubbing his hands over her back and sides as he let himself get used to the overwhelming sensation around his dick.
Orihime rolled her hips slightly as she adjusted to being filled so completely.
"Ready for me to move?" Ichigo asked softly. After she nodded hesitantly, he leaned down to wrap his arms around her, pressing a kiss to her shoulder while hugging her tightly. "Alright, but you better speak up if it hurts. I don't want to hurt you."
Keeping things slow at first, Ichigo withdrew almost all the way out before pushing halfway back in, groaning at the way her body seemed to suck his dick back in.
Content to watch Ichigo's face distort in pleasure as it rolled back, the hollow wanted to burn the image into his memory forever. Shiro took in the way that lean muscular body moved in such an enticing manner as it slowly rocked back and forth as Ichigo gently gripped Orihime's hips. The way her body seemed to bounce and jiggle slightly as she was moved, her face was buried in her arms to hide her flushed face. The way his princess moaned out in bliss as Ichigo seemed to brush against something pleasurable.
"Like that?" Ichigo asked as he tried to mimic the movement.
"Yeah… Oh kami…" Orihime bit down on her hand as she fought to stop the embarrassing sounds that escaped her.
Shiro gripped her chin gently, forcing her to look up at him. "Nuh uh. I want to hear those pretty little moans or I'll give you something to keep you quiet," Shiro said, leering down at her flushed face.
"But… Shiro-kun…" Orihime whined.
"Which is it gonna be?" Shiro taunted.
Orihime's eyes went wide in shock as another loud moan escaped her traitorous mouth. She quickly grasped the pale dick standing at attention in front of her, muffled moans vibrating down his shaft as she took Shiro up on his offer. Finding it impossible to concentrate on the task in front of her through the pleasure that fogged her brain, Shiro thread a black-nailed hand into her hair to gently guide her.
Shiro cracked open an eye, spying Ichigo watching him intently with eyes full of fire. "Play with her clit," Shiro suggested with a grin.
As Ichigo reached around her body, Orihime felt something akin to raw fiery pleasure curl up in her core. It was all getting to be too much. All of the sudden, her world went white for the second time that night. Ichigo came to a halt as he felt Orihime's walls squeeze, flutter, and practically milk his orgasm from him. Ichigo felt completely drained as he carefully withdrew a moment later before flopping down on the bed beside Orihime, sweat rolling down his tired body.
Orihime smiled in a complete daze as she let herself slump against the bed, not noticing that Shiro had left until he came back and gently rolled her over. He leaned over her, smiling, "How're ya doing sweetheart?"
She opened her eyes, looking up at him with a dopey smile on her face. "Wonderful," she said dazedly.
"Sou ka na…" Shiro commented with a grin, running his hands lightly across her body. Orihime hummed in pleasure as he pinched her nipple lightly before dragging his fingers down to begin teasing the folds of her pussy. "Ya up for another round?" Shiro asked delicately.
Not able to deny that his touch felt heavenly, making her tingle with pleasure as he teased her, she nodded her assent. Removing his fingers, he moved up to kiss her languidly as he aligned himself and oh so slowly pushed his way in.
Her cheeks burned as Shiro whispered into her ear, "You feel so good." The minor ache between her legs was quickly forgotten as she relished in the pleasurable buzz the friction created…
Orihime awoke to a loud ringing sound, sun blinding her as she attempted to open her eyes. She blindly reached over to answer the phone when she felt something squeeze around her. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Orihime made another effort to open her eyes again. Ichigo had an arm thrown over her with the cutest scowl on his face while Shiro seemed completely relaxed as he drooled onto her pillow.
"Huh… what?" Ichigo grumbled in a bleary tone as he slowly regained consciousness. "Oh," he said with a smile as he discovered the woman in his arms. "Good morning, beautiful."
Orihime flushed bright red at the compliment, still in shock as Ichigo pressed a kiss to her lips, releasing her before moving to go back to sleep. She felt slightly sore as she sat up but her eyes dropped in shock as she read the time on the clock. "Ichigo-kun… It's 12:30. We're late."
"Huh? 12:30…" He grumbled before it truly registered in his mind. "OH SHIT!" he exclaimed, sitting up suddenly and awaking Shiro.
"We're over two hours late to Urahara's and nearly late for lunch too! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!" he cursed, throwing on his boxers as he ran out of the bedroom to collect the rest of his clothes.
Orihime watched in amusement from the bed as he bolted out of the room buck ass naked.
"The hell? What's up with berry-butt?" Shiro grumbled as he sat up, taking a moment to wipe the drool from the side of his face.
"We're late. We need to get ready." Orihime explained.
"Psh… Who cares?"
"Come on you two," Ichigo called as he entered the bedroom. "We gotta goooo."
Orihime laughed. "Well, I don't know about you two, but I'm not going anywhere without a shower."
"I trust you three had an excellent time last night~" Urahara called from the back as the three stepped inside the shop. Orihime froze and flushed completely red. Urahara came in from the back and took one look at Orihime to confirm his suspicions. "I'm rather interested about how this whole arrangement works for you three, but considering I don't wish to die from my own pupil's sword… I think its best kept to the imagination, don't you?"
"Damn pervert," Ichigo muttered.
"And you love me for it," Urahara teased with a wave of his fan. "Anyways, your gigai is ready and waiting for you, Shirosaki-san. Follow me."
Orihime was still frozen in shock as Ichigo followed Urahara to the back. "Come on, Hime," Shiro whispered in her ear as he came up behind her. "It's not that bad, is it?" he asked as he trailed kisses down her neck, teasingly gripping her hip.
Orihime let her eyes close as she leaned back into the hollow. "No…"
Shiro spun her around and gave her a soft kiss. "I'll make it up to you later," he promised in a tone that made her spine tingle. He took her hand in his and led her to the back before her brain caught up to what was going on again.
They quickly caught up with Ichigo before they made it down to the room Urahara had stored the gigai laying out on a table.
Orihime went into a fit of giggles as soon as she caught sight of what the gigai was wearing. She wondered if Urahara dressed all of the gigai he made this way on purpose. It was clad in a very '70's green leisure suit and a pink tie-dyed shirt with a pair bright blue socks and leather clogs.
Shiro approached the gigai, poking it curiously. "Hey there, good-lookin'."
"You didn't really give me any specifications, so I just kind of winged it," Urahara explained. "You said you two weren't going for the twin thing, so I made the gigai about 10cm taller than your spiritual height."
"You made him taller than me?" Ichigo asked, grimacing at the grin on Shiro's face.
Urahara shrugged. "Other than coloring, you two look exactly alike. I figured I'd make him a little taller to be on the safe side. Besides, you're still growing," Urahara explained, snapping his fan shut as he pointed it at Ichigo. "The gigai will not."
"Oh," Ichigo said lamely.
"I also had to make your eyes more normally colored. I couldn't exactly go with white on white, so I went with gold instead of the red that is most often associated with albinism."
"Why gold?" Shiro asked.
"Ichigo's eyes are yellow and black when he used the mask. I also made you slightly less purely white than you were to make it look more natural." Urahara saw the hollow cringe and quickly added, "Only by a shade or two; nothing too noticeable. Your type of white is completely unnatural though. Even albino's have some color to their skin. I hope everything else is to your satisfaction."
Holding his arm out to compare the color differences, Shiro shrugged at the slight difference. "Yea, yea. Looks fine. Can I try it on now?" he asked, impatiently poking the gigai.
"Go ahead."
"Sooo…. I just jump in?"
"Just lie down and let yourself settle into it. It should come naturally," Urahara said.
Shiro shrugged and hopped up on the table, slowly sitting down as he allowed himself to meld with the gigai. After a moment, Shiro tested out his movement capabilities testing out then sat up on the table. "I don't like it. It feels constricting."
"It takes some getting used to," Urahara assured him.
Shiro slid off the table and stretched as he stood. "Maybe it's just the pants," he said with a shrug.
"His fingernails are still black," Ichigo noted.
Urahara smiled from behind his fan, eyes hidden behind the shadow of his hat. "Ururu had fun painting them while we were waiting for you to show up."
"Huh? You painted my nails?" Shiro asked, inspecting them.
"It will wear off in a couple of days so you will need to keep reapplying it if you want to keep them black," Urahara explained, tossing a bottle of black nail polish at the hollow.
"We need to get going. We're late for lunch," Ichigo pressed.
"Alright, let me know if you have any problems with the gigai or anything else." Urahara said as he escorted them out of the shop, waving goodbye with his fan from the porch as they left.
Shiro was the center of attention as they made their way to the Kurosaki house, passing strangers staring at the oddly dressed albino. "I think I'm startin' to agree with you about the old pervert, Ichi…"
Ichigo laughed. "Oh yeah? Why is that?"
"You know all those measurements he did?"
"Did he grope you or something?"
"No…"
"What's with the sudden change of heart then?"
"It's more a matter of what he didn't measure… If ya catch my drift."
"Huh?"
"It's anatomically correct!" Shiro said pointing to his crotch. "How the hell does he know that kind of stuff?"
Orihime stared at Shiro's crotch for a moment, a blush burning up her face as she finally figured out what Shiro was hinting at.
"God damn perverted know-it-all," Ichigo grumbled.
Ichigo let out a yawn as he stepped through the doorway. "Tadaima…"
Pounding footsteps could be heard coming from the clinic. "Osoi!" Isshin yelled as he went flying into the air, feet first towards his two very late sons. Ichigo and Shiro glanced at each other before they each caught a foot and sent him flying towards the wall.
"Hello Hime-nee. Who's the guy in the disco suit?" Karin asked, amused as she watched the scene from the table.
Shiro looked over at the dark haired girl. "What's a Disko?"
Karin looked between Shiro and her brother several times, confused now that she had gotten a good look at the stranger's face. "What the…"
Isshin conveniently popped up to explain, managing to exclaim, "This is your new brother!" before Ichigo punched the crazy man back down to the floor where he belonged.
"NOT my brother…" Ichigo emphasized with another kick to Isshin's gut.
"Why are you so late, Ichi-nii?" Karin asked nonchalantly.
"Woke up late and got held up at Urahara's," Ichigo explained with a shrug.
"Onii-chan! Your hair is a mess!" Yuzu scolded as she walked in the room.
Ichigo inspected the hair hanging in front of his face that could probably be considered bangs at this point. "Yea, I guess it has been almost 2 months, hasn't it? I'll let you cut it later, I'm gonna go grab Shiro some regular clothes."
"It's okay, King. I can dress myself like a big boy, ya know." Ichigo rolled his eyes as Shiro headed up the stairs. After throwing on a random T-shirt and the loosest pair of pants he could find, Shiro made his way back down the stairs. Ichigo was wrestling his father once again as Shiro walked over and stood next to the dark-haired girl.
"Asked about when Ichi-nii was going to marry 'Hime and grandkids," Karin explained, eyes glued to the scene before them.
"Onii-chan… Otou-san… Stop fighting or no lunch for you," Yuzu reprimanded from behind the counter.
Isshin extricated himself from Ichigo and threw himself at her feet as he begged for forgiveness.
"Go sit down, It'll be done in a few minutes," Yuzu said, shooing Orihime out of the kitchen before she had a chance to ask to help.
One excellent meal and 45 minutes later, everyone at the table was completely stuffed.
"Thanks for cooking, Yuzu. It was really good," Ichigo complimented.
"No problem. Okaeri, Onii-chan."
"Thank you for the meal, Yuzu-chan."
"Yea, that was the best food I've ever had. Thanks," Shiro added. Ichigo rolled his eyes as his sister practically sparkled at the compliment.
"So, Ichi-nii… Were you ever going to explain what's up with your pasty twin over there?" Karin asked.
Ichigo sighed… He'd been debating how to go about explaining it during the entire meal and had yet to come up with anything.
"Well… obviously he's not human. He's posing as my "school friend" as far as that goes. The rest is a bit complicated…"
"So he's wearing one of those gigai things?" Karin asked.
"Yep," Shiro responded.
"So he's a shinigami."
"Not exactly…" Ichigo said.
"So what is he?"
"I'm a hollow. Or I was a hollow… Part of a zanpakutou? Not really sure what I am anymore…" Shiro pondered.
Karin stared at Shiro with a gaping mouth. "A hollow?"
"Okay. To make a long story short, a couple of days ago Aizen did something to me and basically split my soul into two. You've seen me use my mask before Karin. He's basically the hollow part of my soul."
"So he's your evil twin," Karin deduced as a smirk spread across her face. It explained the strange sense of familiarity she felt around him at least.
Ichigo rolled his eyes. "Sure."
"If he's your evil twin, then he's your brother."
"HE'S NOT MY BROTHER!"
Isshin decided to enter the conversation at this point. "He'll need more than one pair of clothes, Ichigo. Where else is he gonna stay?" he asked seriously.
"I hadn't thought about that really…" Ichigo admitted.
Ignoring Ichigo and asking Shiro, "Look. I don't care what your relationship is with Ichigo or what the two of you want to call it. As I understand it, you two are still linked together at some level. If you two can get along, I'd like for you to be a part of this family. You can stay in Ichigo's bedroom and I'll pay for a new bed, clothes, food and whatever else you might need within reason."
Everyone in the room stared at Isshin. They had been seeing more and more of his serious side since he had revealed that he was a shinigami, however it was still extremely rare. Shiro looked over at Ichigo, looking for some sort of sign. Ichigo nodded in agreement. "Thank you."
"Ahh.. domo." Shiro said hesitantly with a small bow.
Isshin darted over towards the poster of Ichigo's mother, shouting his achievement of gaining a second son for all to hear as tears streamed down his face. Ichigo rolled his eyes as he got up out of the chair. "Mou ii. We'll be back for dinner."
"Wait! Dinner is at 7 o'clock sharp. Here's my credit card. Go make yourselves useful. Buy some clothes and some bedding. The bed is already up in Ichigo's room."
Ichigo grabbed the credit card out of his father's hand and walked past him towards the door. "Thanks. Bye."
"You like it?"
"Love it." He said happily as he lapped away at the ice cream cone.
Orihime smiled, working on her own cone. A minute later, she offered Shiro a taste of her cone, which he happily accepted.
"That one is good too! How many different flavors are there?" He asked curiously.
Orihime started ranting about how she loved Ice cream and there were thousands of different flavors. Shiro got distracted by some punks walking by, staring at one in particular. She noticed his distraction. "Shiro-kun?"
"What are those?" he asked, gesturing to one of the people walking by.
"What do you mean? Those are just a bunch of Yankees."
"No I mean the metal on his face and his ears." He asked, fascinated.
"Oh those are just piercings. A lot of girls get their ears pierced, but some people pierce other things like their eyebrows, lips, upper ears, tongues, and… other things." She explained with a blush.
"What do ya mean 'other things'?" he asked.
"Some girls get their belly buttons pierced… or…" she continued on but was mumbling so quietly he couldn't hear what she was saying.
"Or what exactly?"
"Nipples." She said in a hushed tone, cheeks tinting in embarrassment
"Ooh. So how does it work and how do you get it done," Shiro asked, riveted as he returned back to his cone.
"You go to a place that does it, pay some money, and they do the piercing. It basically shoves a piece of sharp metal through your skin. It takes a while to heal." It finally clicked in Orihime's head. "You want to get some piercings?"
"Yea, they look like fun. How much do they cost?"
"I'm not sure… depends on how many you want and where…"
Shiro just gave her a knowing grin. He went back to finish the rest of his ice cream when she broke out laughing.
"What?"
"Your tongue- it's blue again."
"Oh?" he said, sticking out his tongue, trying to get a good look at it but failing, only making her giggle even more. She reached into her purse and pulled out her cellphone.
"Here, stick out your tongue." He complied, giving her a seductive look as she took the picture. She smiled at the picture before going to show him.
"Heh, cool."
Ichigo walks up on the both of them licking away on their Ice cream cones, mind thoroughly stuck in the gutter as he watched them. Shiro looked up at him and just gave him a knowing look as he locked eyes with Ichigo, giving his ice cream a slow lick, licking his lips. Ichigo broke out of his trance when Orhime spotted him, waving vigorously, completely oblivious to Shiro's actions.
"Ice cream huh?"
"Mmm. I spotted the cart and we decided to stop for some. You got done quickly."
"I didn't have much to buy… just a couple shirts, pants, and some other stuff."
Ichigo waited a minute while the two finished their cones and they walked down past the stores. A few minutes later, Ichigo rolled his eyes as Shiro's lit up as he finally found a store that had what he was looking for. He was practically drooling at the manikin in the window. "They're perfect."
"You really like those hakama don't you? Yea, I guess this is about the closest thing you will find in modern clothing."
"I don't understand how you can stand those damn jeans, Ichi. My junk needs room to breathe, ne?"
"Ohh… Is this the kind of clothing you want, Shiro-kun?" she asked, looking over at him, imagining the black and metal jeans on Shiro. She had to admitted, it kind of fit him.
"Yea, I wanna get a couple of those and some Tee-shatsu or whatever you call 'em and I'll be set."
"Oi. Don't forget you need to get your own boxers, prick."
"Awww… But Ichi, I like sharing with you." Shiro said leaning dangerously close to Ichigo.
"Quit it Shiro." Ichigo growled, only causing Shiro to grin further.
"But you like it," Shiro teased, quickly wrapping an arm around Ichigo, grabbing his ass forcefully.
Ichigo quickly slipped out of the grasp, "Not in public," Ichigo hissed.
Orihime giggled at the two boys, grabbing Shiro's wrist and pulling him backwards into the store.
"Aww… but, Hime… You liked it too," Shiro whined.
"Hai, hai," she replied automatically as she continued to drag him along. "Let's get the shopping done now and worry about that later."
"Che... No fun at all." Shiro muttered with a roll of his eyes.
An hour later, they were walking out of the store with several bags of clothes.
"I thought you didn't like tight stuff," Ichigo said, pointing to the tight shirt Shiro had changed into after purchasing.
"No, what I said is that I don't like tight pants squeezing my balls to death," Shiro retorted. "Besides, I look fuckin' good."
Ichigo chose to just keep his mouth shut about that, but couldn't help but agreeing that the clothes definitely suited the albino very well. The pants fit tightly around the hips, showing off his ass but were baggy everywhere else. They flared out slightly and covered his shoes at the bottom. Shiro had fun playing with all the rings and straps on his pants as they walked along. Ichigo and Shiro decided that they'd just make a quick stop to pick up some shoes that they could share before heading home. Shiro suddenly paused.
"Come on, the shoe store is just up there," Ichigo said pointing to the store.
Orihime followed Shiro's line of sight to a piercing and tattoo shop.
"Eh, fine." Shiro slumped.
Orihime grabbed Shiro's wrist and pulled him towards the store. "It will only take a minute, Ichi-kun. We'll catch up with you later."
"Hime?" Shiro questioned the girl's actions.
"I can't buy you all the piercings you want today, but I'll buy you one. Think of it as a little present from me," she whispered
Shiro's eyebrows shot up, looking down at her. "You don't have to."
"No. I don't. I want to," she explained, turning around and opening the doors and going inside. Shiro stared at the doors for a moment before smiling and following her.
Ichigo stood there watching the albino stare stupidly at the door before following her inside. 'So he wants piercings, huh?'
Behind the counter sat a scruffy dark haired man, covered in tattoos and piercings, leaned back, feet on the counter apparently napping. Orihime took a few minutes to look around the store; Shiro was already avidly looking at all the different studs and things. A few minutes after opening the store, a cell phone blared from behind the counter. Before the second ring, the phone was flipped open and up to the man's ear as he answered, "Moushi moushi… Yea… No I'm all out… Yea, well you're gonna have to get some of your own for once… Not my fuckin' problem." He flipped the phone shut, leaning back in the chair, getting ready to go back to sleep when he noticed two new customers staring at him from around the corner of one of the display cases. "Well? What can I do ya for?"
Shiro smiled. "I don't really know, there's so many I want to get."
"Tats or piercing?"
"I dunno, at first I was thinkin' piercing, but those tattoos of yours look pretty cool too."
"We'll start with the piercings for today," Orihime interjected. "I'm buying him his first one for his… birthday!"
"Awww. That's awful nice of your girlfriend. Well, you're in luck. We're havin' a two for one sale today. Since it's your birthday, I'll throw in one of the pieces for free too."
Half an hour later, Ichigo had gotten a couple pairs of shoes he figured Shiro would agree with and walked towards the piercing shop. Shiro and Orihime walked out before he got too close. Ichigo smiled as he saw the left side of Shiro's lip pierced with a simple black ring.
"Lip ring, huh?"
"Yush." Shiro slurred.
Ichigo furrowed his eyebrows. "They had a two for once sale going on," Orihime explained quickly. Shiro stuck out his tongue showing off the yellow smiley face stud that was now in the middle of his tongue. Leering at Ichigo.
"It'll bfine. Iyull be furry he-ulled bah tanite." Shiro managed to get out, giving Ichigo a wink.
"OIIII!" the hollow hollered as he pounded his fists against the cage that was confining him. "OI! ANYBODY THERE?" Something about being in a cage really rubbed him the wrong way. It looked fairly sturdy and seemed to be reinforced with some type of kido. If it weren't for the damn reiatsu restrictors that had been slapped around his neck while he was unconscious, he would have broken out already.
Releasing a large sigh, he sat down on the small cot and ran a hand through his hair as he tried to focus. If they hadn't killed him yet, someone would come by fairly soon. Hopefully he'd get a chance to talk to the shinigami fairly soon. If he could get them to listen, it would make going through all of this bullshit worth it. Folding his arms behind his head as he smirked and leaned back on the small cot they had given him, he patiently waited for his captors to show themselves.
dA Omake
And it was at that precise moment that Ryuuken took the opportunity to burst through the door. "No no no… There will be none of that."
"Ishida-san?" Orihime yelled.
Shiro looked ready to kill the intruding megane-yarou. Eyebrows were twitching, reiatsu raging, psychotic grin spread across his face.
"There will be no smut on dA. Now if you don't mind, Inoue-san, Please put your clothes back on. I will be driving you home."
"But I'm already at home…"
"Oh. Right then. I'll be driving you back to my place where we can do… things appropriate for your age level," Ryuken explained. "Like playing Twister and jumping on my trampoline in a bikini."
"… How did you get in my house?" Orihime asked, baffled.
Meanwhile, Ichigo was attempting holding back a certain topless hollow that was seeing red and chanting, "Korosu korosu koro- Wait… What in the fuckin' hell is twister?"
Ichigo heaved a sigh. "Fucking cockblocking hentai-yarou…" Growling as he marched towards the door, Ichigo pushed Ryuuken out of the apartment, slamming the door in his face before dragging the other two into the bedroom.
Ichigo needed his beauty sleep.
Sorry again for the long-ass wait in between updates. My life has been really hectic lately to say the least. I hope you enjoyed it! Anyways, this chapter has been hell to get done so I'm glad it's done so I can finally move on with the story. Already have some of 10 done and will start working on it again soon.
I wrote a yaoi GrimmxIchixShiro 1-shot - if you guys are interested, go check it out.
Japanese
止めろ[yamero] – Quit it
見つけった[mitsuketta] – I found it~
ごめん[gomen] - Sorry
大丈夫[daijoubu] – I'm okay
ちょっと待ってだけ[chotto matte dake] – Just wait a minute
そうかな[sou ka na] – I guess that's right; I bet
ただいま[tadaima] – I'm home
遅い[Osoi] - Late
お帰り[Okaeri] – Welcome home
どうも[domo]- Thank you
もう良い[mou ii] – I've had enough
Tシャツ[Tee-shatsu] – a play on how Japanese pronounce T-shirt
申し申し[moushi moushi] – Hello (telephone)
メガネやろう[Megane-yarou] - 4-eyes; Glasses-bastard
殺す[korosu] – to kill; I'm gonna kill him