Forbidden Love

Chapter 3 - How About We Have Some Tea?

Regular POV

"Welcome my dear Espada. Before we start today's meeting, how about we have some tea?" Aizen grinned and chuckled under his breath when he heard the immediate grumbling from around the large white table. Grimmjow sighed, irritated enough as it was that he had to come to this stupid meeting but now it had to be drawn out even more because of Aizen's stupid tea fetish?

"Can't we just get on with it?" Grimmjow muttered under his breath quietly but the complaint didn't go by unnoticed. Everyone turned to Grimmjow with hardened eyes who looked up at their leader with a gulp. No one disobeyed Aizen... unless they were on a suicide mission, that is. The tea-loving brunette glanced at Grimmjow with emotion-less cinnamon (1) orbs, whose teal eyes widened as he felt the rising reitsu pressing on him.

'The... pressure... and I'm not even... near him.' He fell off his chair and knelt on the ground, hands digging into the ground as he tried to resist the instincts to just run.

"We will, Grimmjow," His name was spoken harshly and in a authorative tone."All in due time." Aizen lifted his reiatsu off of Grimmjow, allowing him to breathe, and sipped the tea placed in front of him. As everyone glanced at Grimmjow out of the corners of their eyes, Aizen crossed his legs with a smirk hidden in his tea cup. "Does everyone have their tea?" The man looked around the long table with smirking, ochre eyes. "Good, then we may begin. As you all know, Soul Society is preparing for war against us. Their key to the war is Kurosaki Ichigo, the ever-growing representative Shinigami. But we ourselves have our own secret weapon. Gin, will you show us the pictures?" Gin nodded, his lips twitching upwards into his constantly-there, foxy grin and he hit a button. Several gasped at what they saw. In the middle of the table, a picture of a perfect copy of an albino Ichigo lay.

"Aizen-sama? That's Ichigo Kurosaki, he'll never fight for us! He's already with Soul Society! You just said so yourself!" Harribal (2) glanced at Aizen with wide, emerald eyes.

"Ah, my dear Harribal, you are very wrong about that. That is Ogichi Kurosaki, Ichigo's twin brother. He is the key to our survival, and with him, we will win. Ulquiorra and Yammy, you two will be going to the Living World to find and capture Ogichi Kurosaki. You will be leaving immediately." The two nodded and left the room silently to prepare. "As for the rest of you, you are dismissed." The others left, Grimmjow being the last to finally rise from his seat. "Grimmjow, I'd like to speak to you about something." The few people who were still in the doorway turned to look back at the to people. Grimmjow was frozen to the spot, teal eyes wide and unblinking.

"Y-yes, Aizen-sama?" He finally swallowed and spoke up.

"You will be executed if you do anything like that again, am I understood?" Grimmjow nodded before turning and bowing.

"Yes, Aizen-sama. You are understood." Aizen smirked and Grimmjow dashed past the others to return to his room.

Regular POV

Sunlight hits Ichigo's face, lighting the underside of his eyelids and turning them red. He groaned, lips descending into his usual scowl.

'Oh well... at least it's the weekend.' Ichigo yawned and stretched... or at least he tried to. He jolted up when he realized something or, well, someone had their arms wrapped around him and a leg had been thrown over his casually. He looked at his captor and blushed when he realized who it was. Shiro was laying beside him, dead asleep and drooling on the pillow. He had a calm, relaxed look on his face and he had a slight tilt to his mouth, like he was smiling. Ichigo grinned at this and ran his fingers through Shiro's white hair; it was silky smooth and soft. He layed back down beside Shiro and cuddled against his warm, well-built body.

'I'm sure he won't mind.' With that, Ichigo succumbed to sleep once more. Subconsciously, he smelled Shiro's amazing scent and moved closer, wrapping his arms around Shiro once more and tangling their legs together.

Shiro's Dreams

"S-shiro." Ichigo blushed when his brother kissed him lightly on his lips. Shiro pulled away and smirked at Ichigo, whom blushed again. Bronze eyes were filled with lust, arousing the albino even more. He brushed Ichigo's cheek with his thumb, and Ichigo leaned into the touch.

"Ichi." Ichigo leaned forward and captured Shiro's lips once more with his, wrapping his arms around his brother's neck. Shiro licked Ichigo's bottom lip, Ichigo mewling and allowing Shiro to thrust his warm, azure tongue inside. Shiro mapped out Ichigo's mouth with his tongue and nibbled slightly on Ichigo's bottom lip. Ichigo pressed his body flush against Shiro's and ran his fingers through Shiro's hair, yanking gently on it as his head dipped backwards to allow Shiro the expanse of his neck and chest. The albino moved in quickly, teeth, lips, and tongue wrecking havoc on the already bruised skin. Shiro moved downwards, stopping just before the waistband of his boxer's. The albino looked up, Ichigo slowly opening his eyes to look at his brother.

"Shiro... don't stop." Ichigo blushed when Shiro purred at the request. Shiro moved upwards and thrusted his tongue back inside of Ichigo's mouth. Once again, the white-haired teen pulled them together. All of a sudden, Shiro felt something jolt... but it wasn't dream-Ichigo or him. He stopped and ignored Ichigo's confused look. Something ran through his hair and wrapped it's arms around him. He smelled strawberries and chocolate...

End of Shiro's Dreams

Shiro woke up slowly, pissed that the dream couldn't go farther. He opened his golden eyes and blinked to clear his blurry vision. When he was able to see, he noticed a flash of orange.

'Ichi? Wha's 'e doing 'ere? Oh, tha's right, I put him here last night.' Shiro blushed. He slowly unwrapped Ichigo's arms and legs and slipped backwards out of the bed...

"Ouch!" Shiro fell to the floor and landed on his ass. Ichigo whimpered at the loss of heat, but didn't awaken. The carrot-top reached out, grabbing the nearest pillow, and hugged it tightly.

"Aw, that's so cute!" Shiro giggled and grabbed some clothes. Carefully, he opened and closed the door as quietly as he could, and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. He'd leave Ichigo to get a little more sleep since he deserved it. Shiro scowled again when he remembered that he didn't get to the best part of his dream. He tried not to worry about it since he did get to wake up with an armful of Ichigo but he still couldn't get rid of the nagging urge in his lower regions. As he reached the bathroom door, he thought: "Hmm, maybe I can jerk off in the shower..." before smirking and sliding off his clothes to slip inside of the shower. Thank God for quick thinking.

Ichigo's POV

It had suddenly become cold, and I whimpered pitifully. I reached out, fumbling around for my previous source of heat. I grabbed onto something plush-like, a pillow most likely, and pulled it to me quickly. Satisfied, I smiled, placing my head on top of it, and drifted back to sleep again. I remember hearing an "Ouch!" and an "Aww." before the sound of rustling clothes and the door being opened and shut. I blinked open my eyes to see that Shiro had left. I scowled and ran my fingers through my unruly hair, sitting up in my bed. I might as well get up. Then, all of a sudden, the door slammed open with a loud thud as it hit my wall.

"Ichigooo~! GOOD MORNING!" I scowled even more, if that was possible, and moved out of the way as Dad flew past me and fell out the closed and now destroyed window. I barely missed the shattering of glass and frowned as the torn curtains rustled in the early morning breeze.

"Great, that's another window." I grumbled, before gathering up some clothes, getting dressed, and going downstairs. Yawning and stretching, I grinned when I heard the satisfying 'pop' of my back cracking as I walked into the kitchen, met by the delicous smells of scrambled eggs and bacon.

"Morning, Ichi-nii!" Yuzu beamed at me before placing food on my plate. I smiled back at her before nodding and sitting down at the kitchen table. I picked up a fork and began digging into my food. I heard footsteps as Shiro walked down the stairs, hair wet from a shower. Ignoring how the water slid down his beautiful face, I took another bite of my breakfast.

"Mornin' Yuzu, mornin' Ichi." Shiro spoke in a rough, sleepy voice that made me shiver slightly and he grabbed a plate and sat beside me. Not long after, Karin joined us from outside, soccer ball in her arms.

"Dad's trying to get the glass out in the clinic. He said it might take awhile, so he said to just save his breakfast." Yuzu nodded before placing the leftovers in the fridge. Shiro scarffed down his food and I smiled at the cute sight as I watched him out of the corner of my eyes. He never realized how cute he was doing the simple, day-to-day things. Finishing off the last bits of breakfast, I yawned again and pushed my plate towards the middle of the table, where I would pick it up to put it in the sink later. I leaned back and watched my brother eat his breakfast with a hidden smirk, barely noticing Karin and Yuzu. I really could live like this forever.

Regular POV

Shiro leaned back in his chair and burped loudly, mouth covered with one of his hands. Ichigo scrunched up his nose in disgust before snatching up both of their plates and placing them in the sink with a splash as they fell into the water.

"Anotha great breakfast made by th' one-an'-only Yuzu Kurosaki!" Shiro fake-bowed to her, mouth curved in a crooked grin. Yuzu giggled and curtsied back. "Tha' was great, Yuzu, thanks." Yuzu smiled at her brother before following her sister into the living room who slumped onto the couch, Yuzu sitting down beside her to watch television. Ichigo watched the two interact, secretly wondering why he couldn't act normally around his twin like Yuzu and Karin did. He sighed mentally.

"So, Ichi, what're we doin' today?" Ichigo never turned, instead just shrugging at his brother.

"Dunno. Whatever's cool with me." Shiro frowned slightly at being ignored but waved it off, trying to decide on what to do to entertain them. A thoughtful look came over Shiro's face before he jumped up out of seat, scaring Ichigo shit-less.

"'Ow 'bout we visit Mom? I haven' seen 'er in forever." Ichigo looked at Shiro finally, before thinking. He suddenly grinned and nodded.

"Alright, sounds good." Ichigo sat up, snatching his keys and phone off the coffee table before heading out the front door, Shiro pursuing after him. The twins waved back at Yuzu and Karin before leaving.

"Hey, let's walk, the weather is nice today." Ichigo tugged on Shiro's sleve when he headed towards the car. Shiro turned to look at his brother before nodding and moving to walk beside him. The walk there was pretty quiet, the twins just enjoyed the scenery of early Autumn, and it wasn't long before they were at the cemetery. They stood before the cemetery, each utterly silent. Ichigo sighed and pushed the rusted iron gate open, leading Shiro to the gravestone of their mother. Shiro knelt by the withering, grey gravestone and gently touched the words carved lightly into the stone.

'Masaki Kurosaki. Beloved Mother, Wife, Daughter, and Friend. May she always be loved.'

Shiro sighed, pressing his cheek against the cool stone.

''Ey, Mom. Sorry I wasn' 'ere. I mean' ta visit cha, but I was all th' way in America...'

Shiro scowled when he felt tears well up in his gold eyes. He would not cry in front of Mom... he wouldn't. Scrunching up his nose, he squeezed his eyes shut, willing the unfallen tears away. Positive they wouldn't fall, he continued his prayers.

'I don' know wha' ya'd say ta this, but I like Ichi... more then a brother, I mean. He's special ta me, always has been, like you,... and I don' know wha' ta do. If I could just know that ya'd forgive me, I know I'd be able ta live with maself.'

Shiro opened his eyes and stood up, sighing. Suddenly, he felt a breeze ruffle his hair, and the familiar scent of sakura blossoms, and he smiled.

'Thanks, Mom.'

Ichigo's POV

I watched quietly and patiently as Shiro knelt by our mother's grave and gently touched the carvings there. I smiled at the sincere reactions of my brother and looked up at the clear, blue sky, only disturbed by the occasional fluttering leaf.

'I guess I might as well talk to you since I'm here.'

I bit my lip, summoning up all the willpower I had to tell my mother my secret.

'I've been meaning to talk to you about something, but I've been afraid. I know you've always been there for me... even when I was wrong, but this... this isn't just wrong... it's illegal.'

I smiled bitterly and fought back tears, clenching my fists and holding them against the sides of my legs.

'I love Shiro. I know what would happen if he found out... he could hate me. I mean, I know I'm his brother and all, but it would still be awkward and everything. And imagine everyone else finding out! I'd be rejected and hated... all because I'm attracted to my twin brother.'

I shook my head, tears in my eyes. I glared at my clenched hands for a couple of seconds before looking back up at the cloudless sky.

'If only you were here... you would know what to do. I know exactly what'd you'd say, too. "Do what makes you happy, Ichigo. It doesn't matter what others think, as long as that smile is on your face, and love is in your heart, nothing else matters." You always knew what to say, didn't you, Mom?'

I sighed and smiled sincerely once again at the sky. A breeze ruffled my orange hair, carrying a scent that could only belong to sakura blossoms, a familar scent all together. My tears were dried from my brown eyes and I wiped away the few remaining ones.

'Thanks, Mom.'

Regular POV

Shiro wiped away a few tears that had fallen down his alabaster cheek before turning to Ichigo and cocking his head to the side. Ichigo was grinning like an idiot at the sky and his face was wet with tears. Smirking, Shiro walked behind Ichigo and stared at him before speaking.

"Whatcha starin' at, Ichi?" Ichigo jumped, startled, and whipped around to face Shiro. Scowling he hit Shiro upside the head, the latter wincing and pouting.

"Don't scare me like that!" Shiro giggled at his reaction and flicked Ichigo on his forehead before grinningg crookedly.

"Tag! Yer it!" Ichigo scowled when Shiro ran down the row of graves, skidding at the end of the aisle and running out of Karakura Cemetery. Ichigo growled before chasing after his laughing brother.

"SHIRO! GET YOUR ASS BACK OVER HERE! THAT HURT!" Shiro looked back at his brother, still managing to keep his balance and not run into anything, and stuck out his blue tongue childishly.

"HELL NO! YA GOTTA CATCH ME, SLOW POKE!" With that, he turned down a random alley, Ichigo close on his tail. Shiro gulped when he reached a dead-end, sizing up the wall before figuring it would be impossible to climb even with his amazingly built body. Spinning around, he faced his pissed-off, carrot-top of a brother. Letting out a small, nervous sound he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly and backed up closer to the brick wall, mentally damning it to Hell and beyond.

"Ichi, let's not be 'asty 'ere... I was just kiddin' 'round." His golden eyes widened when he noticed the feral grin on his brother's normally scowling face.

'Shit! Where's an 'scape when ya need one?'

Shiro looked around desperately for an escape route when his back hit the wall with a small thump. Ichigo's malicious grin grew even more and he slammed the palms of his hands on either side of Shiro's head. Leaning into his face he smiled mockingly at him.

"What were you saying? You were just kidding? Tsk tsk tsk... Shiro, you should've learned by now. I don't play games... I play for real." He leaned even closer but was cut off when a loud "Ichigo?" was heard from the other end of the alley. Ichigo turned to see Renji, who had called out apparently, and Rukia looking at them. Shiro peered over Ichigo's shoulder to look at them before smirking. Now's his chance! Ducking under Ichigo's arm, he once again flicked Ichigo on the back of his neck before sprinting down the alley, leaving a very confused strawberry in the dust. He turned around to face him, running backwards now, of all things, and waving with a mocking smirk carved on his face.

"Come on, Ichi! Ya can' catch me!" He once again turned around, barely missing Renji, who hadn't moved, before stopping to wait for Ichigo to catch on. Very quickly a loud curse was heard from the darkness before the sound of his name and footsteps on concrete.

"Fuck it, Shiro, you ass! Get over here!" Shiro smirked and retreated to the end of the sidewalk.

"Oh hell no! Race ya back home!" Ichigo grinned and yelled out his approval before chasing his brother back home. Rukia and Renji stared at their retreating backs.

"What-?" Renji started with a confused look on his face.

"I don't know, Renji. I really don't know." Rukia just shook her head and continued where she was going, Renji quickly following after her like a lost puppy.

Shiro reached the house mere seconds before Ichigo and they both stood on the hard-wood porch, bent over and hands on their knees, panting. Once Ichigo caught his breath, he stuck his hand out at Shiro with a smile, who glanced warily at it before taking it in his own grip.

"Nice job, Shiro. Seems like The States (3) did more for you then I thought." Shiro smirked at him and opened his mouth to reply when the door flew open, a flying Isshin coming out and kicking Shiro right smack in his face. Shiro grunted and fell down, hands covering his face.

"YOU HAVE MUCH TO LEARN MY SON!" Isshin stood in a superman pose, finger pointed mockingly towards his oldest son's face. Ichigo stared wide-eyed at Shiro before whipping around to face his father. He grabbed either side of the front of Isshin's overcoat and threw him into the wall with a growl.

"WHAT THE FUCK, POPS? LOOK AT SHIRO! HE'S INJURED, DUMBASS!" Ichigo growled menacingly at Isshin, who just started crying about his son being cruel to him. Ichigo quickly returned to where Shiro lay on the porch, covering his face with his hands. Ichigo looked worried as he knelt beside Shiro and placing his hands over the slightly larger, white hands, he pulled them away from Shiro's damaged face. Ichigo gasped at what he saw. A huge, purpling bruise was surrounding Shiro's normally golden eye, and it stood out crystal clear on the smooth, snowy white skin. He winced when he saw Shiro prod it lightly with two of his fingers and cringe.

"'Ow bad does it look?" Ichigo bit his lip, and looked away. Shiro scowled and growling deep in his throat, he grabbed the front of Ichigo's Nice Vibe t-shirt and pulled him to his face angrily. Ichigo looked with eyes as wide as dinner plates into the gold eyes and cringed at the black bruise surrounding them and tainting the milky-white skin.

"Tell me, Ichi!" Ichigo sighed and wrapped his hands around Shiro's larger ones, forcing the latter to loosen the grip on one of Ichigo's favorite t-shirt.

"It's..." Ichigo sucked in a deep breath before letting it out slowly. " It's really bad. Let's go upstairs so I can help you with it, 'kay?" Shiro nodded and Ichigo stood up slowly, brushing off his clothes before helping his injured brother up. They walked upstairs, passing their still crying father, and entered their bedroom. Sitting on the bed with a sigh, Shiro watched as Ichigo left, only to come back with a first aid kit. He placed it on the desk before opening it and pulling out a ice pack. Bending the ice pack, he waited until he fault the cold seeping into the warmth of his hands before he tossed it to Shiro, who deftly caught it and placed it against his eye, wincing when it stung the bruised, torn skin. Ichigo sat on the edge of the bed and gently pushed Shiro to lie down. Ichigo looked down gently at Shiro who had his eyes shut carefully to reduce to pain of light in his eye.

"Are you okay? Does it hurt?" Shiro opened his good eye and glanced at Ichigo.

"It's fine. I don't think it's that bad, although it does hurt like a bitch." Shiro chuckled softly and Ichigo smiled bitterly at the poor joke. Ichigo nudged Shiro, who moved over, and lied down beside him. He watched as Shiro stared at the ceiling, not noticing the orange-haired teenager giving him a look. Ichigo waited silently until Shiro's golden eyes fluttered shut and his body relaxed as sleep finally hit Shiro's tired body. Shiro's grip on the ice pack loosened and it fell to his side. Ichigo carefully picked it up after a moment and he stood up as silently as he could so he wouldn't jar the sleepy body. Kneeling beside the bed, Ichigo placed his cheek on the blanket, still watching his sleeping brother. After awhile, noticed Shiro's body had rising goosebumps. Standing up, he pulled the sky blue blanket over Shiro and lightly placed a fleeting kiss on the milky-white lips before leaving the room.

Shiro's POV

I could feel his gaze on me the entire time, but I never turned to him, afraid I would startle him and he would leave.

'If only he knew... I wish I could tell 'im. It would change everythin' but... at least I wouldn' feel like dirt anymo'. He never notices me watchin' his every move he makes. I mean, I always promised I'd be there for 'im, but I don' think he realized I mean' I wanted ta be with 'im forever. Ugh... why do ya have ta be so irresistible, Ichi?'

Soon, I became tired. It's been a long day. My eyes fluttered shut and I relaxed into the comfortable mattress. It was all good until the only warmth left my side and it got freezing cold. I tried to ignore it so I could sleep, but it was freezing. My body covered in gooseflesh, and I curled into myself to fight it away. Suddenly, it got warm again. I relaxed again before something warm touched my lips. I froze but it was too late... it had already left, leaving behind a tingly feeling. When I heard the door shut, I quickly sat up, placing my fingers on my tingly lips.

'Did Ichi just kiss me?'

A/N - I'm leaving it there! But, I thought I'd clear some things up really quickly.

1. I'm not having daily/weekly/monthly updates, I'm just updating whenever I finish a chapter.

2. In this 'story' Orihime does NOT have a crush on Ichigo or Shiro. I like her, but I just don't want her to get in the way of Ichigo and Shiro's relationship.

3. Shiro's real name is Ogichi, but Ichigo, Yuzu, and Karin always called him 'Shiro' so that's what is name is going as. So, yes, his name is Ogichi 'Shiro' KUROsaki, not SHIROsaki.

Also:

(1) I seriously can't say 'Synonym' without saying 'Cinnamon' My friend has the opposite situation. My teacher is always confused when I try to say it.

(2) I actually say 'Hallibel' and I prefer it, but Wikipedia says 'Harribel' so I'm just going to use that. ^^; Sorry for any confusion.

(3) My mother used to live on bases in different parts of the world. Even though she was born in the United States, everyone called the USA "The States." Since I figured Ichigo wouldn't know what to call the US, I thought he should call it the states.

Edited: April 18th

Word Total: 4,493