This is Week 8: Challege 1 – Part 2: Generate a word list and write a one-shot for each word. (26/250+)Here is my list. (value, gamble, brass, candle, gang, composer, coat, rumor)

Summary: A box of things leads to answers for both Toshiro and Bambietta.
Notes: Works with the theory that they're lost siblings. Contains possible spoilers for chapter 565.

Brass

They had to go through Gin's tings. The man was gone and there was nothing they could do about it. Going through the box the third division brought over made it seem even more real that he was gone. Thus the box first sat on Rangiku's desk, then Toshiro's, moving to the coffee table and finally it ended up shoved into a closet somewhere where they couldn't see it and could pretend that he was going to come back, or that he never even existed.

Then came the war. The box became "lost" like many other things until Juhabach was killed. Things slowly came back and the Quincy that were left seemed to melt away just like their world did, though a few still noticed them around Soul Society trying to get on with their lives. One small taicho became occupied with the fact his fukutaicho hadn't woken yet from her injuries, thus he didn't notice when one of the Quincy entered his office.

"Excuse me... but are you ever going to notice whether I'm here?"

Toshiro looked up, taking in the purple head of hair. "You're the Quincy that claims not that his blood flows through you, but that you're actually blood related to him."

The girl looked around the room in annoyance. "You're the shinigami who had his ass handed to him by Bazz-B."

"I'm taking it you and I are not going to be on the best of terms, are we?"

"You're the one who started t by bringing up who I'm blood related to. It doesn't matter though whether or not we're blood related. We were never close. The man never touched me beyond petting me on the head with a gloved hand. As far as he was concerned I was some kind of pet."

Toshiro looked at her, frowning as he did so. "From what I've heard from what other shinigami have overheard, the other Quincy have said you always received preferential treatment from him."

Are you implying that the man had a heart when it came to me, just because I was blood related to him? He didn't care that he killed his own wife with his own powers, just so he could have an heir. Then he goes and tosses his own heir aside for the half-breed."

"Half-breed? Do you mean Kurosaki?"

"The Kurosaki's aren't half-breeds. I'm talking about that blue haired freak with the glasses."

"Ishida... I thought he was a full blooded Quincy. Honestly, would Kurosaki having a shinigami parent make him a half-breed?"

"No... I'm actually not sure how that is supposed to work, but having a shinigami parent does not make you a half-breed."

"All right... then am I to understand that Ishida was chosen over your father or your mother?"

"No... my uncle. He's my father's twin brother. Anyways... the politics of the Quincy are none of your business. I'm here for a box. He told me that I could find it here."

"Why? Why would this box be here? Exactly what are you after? Also, there are a lot of boxes ehre. How can I know which one you're after?"

"He said... well, it's a box belonging to my father containing my father's things. It was left in the care of my mother. He said I could get to know my parents by looking through the box."

"Wait... why would..." Toshiro's mouth snapped shut. A wave of familiarity came over him that he didn't like. "Why should I help you?" He watched as she suddenly unzipped the front of her clothing, revealing a bit of cleavage. She had quite a bit for her apparent age. He felt the corner of his mouth twitch in annoyance. "What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm trying to seduce you to get what I want. If that doesn't work I can very well use violence."

"I also heard a rumor that you were a psychopath." Two violet eyes narrowed in anger. He instead ignored her reaction and stood up. "It would make sense that you're their child. What I don't understand is how can you be a full-blood Quincy when both of your parents are shinigami."

"My father is a Quincy. I really don't care if that whore..."

Toshiro paused, his body tensing up. "If I give you the box you are not to refer to her as a whore again. If after I give you the box nd I find out you called her that I will find ways to make your life miserable."

"What the hell is your problem? My parents weren't a part of my life."

"Neither were mine. That also said... she hasn't waken up yet. It's strange because her injuries were minor compared to everyone else." Toshiro headed out of the room. "I'll show you where the box is.

The female followed him to the closet and he pointed the box out to her. "So... you should know what is in the box."

"No... my fukutaicho... she didn't want to... let's just say it was painful for her to look in the box."

"That's why you're acting like my mother is such an amazking person. Do you really think I like the fact she picked another child over me?"

"Matsumoto didn't pick me over you. As far as I know she didn't even remember she had a child. Also... while you're jealous that I got to spend time with your parents, I'm jealous of the fact that they are your parents." Toshiro reached up to pull the box down. "You can open it here or the office. I can't let you take it with you as the box is in the care of my fukutaicho and despite the fact you are her daughter I do not have permission to give it to you."

"You don't have permission to let me open it either."

"Actually... she asked me if I might open and go through it for her quite a few times, but I didn't feel like it either."

"Why not?"

"Because he isn't coming back. He's likely dead."

"He's not."

Toshiro glared at the girl. "You have no way of knowing whether that is true or not."

"You don't know that either."

The white haired boy looked away. "There is a couch in the office. You'll be more comfortable looking through the box in there then in this stuffy place. I'll carry it there for you." He ignored the glares he received. He sat down on the couch after setting the box onto the coffee table where it had been located prior to being in the closet. "Go ahead."

The girl opened up the box and frowned. "There is a letter here addressed to someone named chibi-taicho."

Toshiro frowned, snatching the letter from her, noticing this time the upset look. "Look... just because he wrote me a letter doesn't mean he doesn't care about you. If it is any consolation he tried to kill me once. He doesn't like me."

The boy tore open the letter only to have his hands shake and his bright teal eyes go wide as he read the letter.

Dear chibi-taicho,
Be careful what you tell Rangiku about this as she has amnesia, but you are mine and her child. I attacked you to make Aizen think that there was no connection between you and I. That also said, you have a twin sister. I can't explain things more then this as this is not the place or time.
~ Love, your father,

Ichimaru Gin

"Here. You may be able to make more sense of this then I can right now." As soon as Toshiro handed her the letter, his hands fell to his sides.

"Oh... I guess I have to take back what I said about mother picking another child over me. Does she... does she treat you like a son."

"Chances are if she wakes up she'll treat you like a daughter. Despite not having her memories... well, I guess she just so happened to know. I..." Toshiro frowned.

"About the person who told me about the box..."

"I don't care about meeting our uncle. I'm still... I'm still wrapping my head around things."

"It..."

"I don't care."

"There are other things in the box." The girl pulled out a brass trumpet. "See..."

Toshiro felt a few tears come down his cheeks. "He used to..."

"To what..."

"He would play it sometimes. I would be annoyed because I was trying to sleep and he and Matsumoto would sit outside, but I always fell asleep soon afterwords."

"So..."

"It..." Toshiro swallowed. "I'm not used to sharing private things with people. Not even with Matsumoto."

"I'm your twin."

The boy wiped away the few tears. "He always did it when I was really agitated, which is why I always got mad, but it was really the agitation that was causing me not to sleep."

"The thing I was saying. The person who told me about the box wasn't uncle. It was father. A man with silver hair and eyes that don't open much."

"That would be Ichimaru."

"I take it then that Matsumoto is not our mother's first name."

"I have a habit of using people's last names... well, normally. Matsumoto's first name is Rangiku."

"He said that he heard someone woke up."

"You're just trying to cheer me up. Please understand that it is better not to tell lies that end up being temporary."

"I'm not..."

A member of his division came into the room. "Hitsugaya Taicho. We've received news that Matsumoto Fukutaicho has woken up. That also said, there is news that Ichimaru Gin... he's with her."

Toshiro blinked a couple of times, before grabbing the girl's wrist and pulling her after him.