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Bone Needle, Silver Thread	By : SunsetStarlight Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Grimmjow/Ichigo Views: 2093 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dogs bayed at the night sky as clouds passed silently over the surface of the silver moon. Smoke made silver in the moonlight rose towards the sky from the end of a cigarette burning a fiery orange. Plump lips clapsed the cigarette in place as two large nimble hands rested in the deep pockets of slim fit white jeans. Two men squatted on the sidewalk, one of either side of those white jean clad legs. A third man stood slightly in front of the three, eyes silently watching the street and those brave enough to walk under the street lights trying to hide their faces. He glanced back at his brother, yellow eyes narrowed.
"Hey, Grimm, what the fuck are we even doing out here? You all holstered up but nothings happening."
Cerulean eyes narrowed at the speaker, one hand sliding out of a jean pocket to grab the cigarette from inbetween plump lips. When he spoke, his voice rumbled.
"Shiro, I know what I'm doing. How many times do I have to say that big brother knows best? I'm always holstered up, tonight dosen't mean shit. Just hold your ground with me for a bit."
He then placed the cigarette back into his mouth and ran a hand through his wild light blue hair. Shiro copied the move in his own silver-white hair. He sighed deeply and held his spot, eyes once again watching the street. Grimm had a habit of posting up on odd nights, no rhyme or reason to it. The three of them went with him because that's what family did, even if the other two weren't blood related. His older brother claimed to always be holstered up, but on these odd nights he was always extra strapped like he was waiting to have the battle of his life. Their gang, Espada, were on top of things. All the little peon Hollows handling shit on the streets that was too miniscule for the big boys. All they ever had to worry about were the Reapers. The kind of rivalry they shared with the other gang was the stuff of legends. Both gangs were determined to never have breath each others air, and they tried to accomplish it almost every day by killing eachother off in bloody batles.
Still, though. It was no reason for Grimm to be out at night without a purpose. That just wasn't like him. He had to have a reason for the extra straps and strange looks in his eyes. Shiro just didn't know what it was.
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Ichigo stared up at the night sky, brown eyes entranced by the moon. A math book lay on his lap with an unsheathed sword balanced on top of it. He always took it with him on nights like these, watching the sky and keeping vigil on the roof of his house. An assortment of daggers and blades were strapped onto various parts of his body, but completely unseen under the light body armored jacket he was wearing and his light gray skinny jeans. Under the jacket was a plain white tee. It was three in the morning. He'd already showered and dressed for school so he wouldn't have to end his vigil before the sun rose. His own father was quite eccentric so he didn't bother his son about the weird hours he kept on certain nights. There wasn't any true pattern to his roof outings, but Isshin Kurosaki always made sure to have a large breakfast waiting for when his son finally came down those stairs. If he wasn't going to sleep, he at least needed to eat properly before school. He just didn't know what to do or think. He'd thought Ichigo had finally gotten over the death of his mother. If there was another reason for his strangeness, Isshin didn't have a clue what it was.
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Red flashed across the black tarmac of the streets. It roared like a ferocious animal crazed by unimaginable pain. It screeched as it rode the corners and back streets, phospherescent light trailing along beneath it, and a black rider with no face. Strapped onto the riders back was a shotgun. Gloved hands held the gears of the motorcycle in a tight grip. The streets were practically empty so early in the morning and he always took advantage of that on nights like these. Being faster meant he could farther and check more places. He avoided Espada territory though, being affiliated with the Reapers down their way meant death and Renji wasn't ready to die just yet.
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CHAPTER ONE
Karakura High. Home to the best of the best and the worst of the worst. Ichigo was one of the smart kids, but he was also a loner, only having one hulking friend named Chad. His bright orange hair stood out, but he was the conservative type and he wasn't one for attention. Underneath all that amber skin though was a monster with cutting blades as teeth. Shiro saw it everytime their eyes met. Something was in there wanting to get out and Shiro loved that about Kurosaki. He'd even mentioned to his brother that maybe they should recruit the kid, but Grimm wasn't having it, he'd said that Ichigo wasn't the type to lay down quietly and if he had to make him lay down he'd fuck him and he didn't need that while he was running the Espada. Shiro had stared at him in awe. His brother fucked anything and everything that looked pretty and kept it's mouth shut. What was so different about Ichigo that Grimm already assumed that if he fucked him, he'd be hooked like a fish unable to let go?
He had to admit, Kurosaki was sexy. At the moment some light gray skinny jeans hugged his thighs and ass, blaringly white chucks were on his feet, and an equally white t shirt hugged his torso. The kid was so contradictory. Plain ass clothes on, but his looks were anything but plain. Amber skin, exoticly shaped brown eyes, strong jaw, plump pink lips, muscle tone, and bright ass orange fucking hair. Sometime he caught the guy staring at Grimm like he was waiting for him to stare back. Things weren't always that way, just fairly recently. And sometimes he saw their eyes meet and he could pratically feel the electricity and the secrets. They kept away from each other though, no reason for the leader of an infamous gang and the loner to interact with each other at all. But they didn't need to, Shiro was always watching and he would continue watching until he figured out what was going on.
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Grimmjow Jagerjaques. He of the cold steel bullets and predator eyes. Ichigo discreetly watched Grimmjow's brother watch him. Apparently he knew something was up, but not what exactly. Grimmjow was surrounded by his inner circle as always. Shiro with the white skin and black and yellow eyes, Starrk with the brown skin and sleepy eyes, and Abirama whose hair was a river of black and his eyes were golden. They always lounged together. Grimmjow was wearing white jeans with black timberland boots, a black beater, and a white leather jacket. A big storm was on its way so the sky was a cloudy gray, only adding to the feeling of foreboding that he had. Blue met brown unexpectadely and Ichigo's heart raced with terror and something like relief. They had connected finally. A short meeting of the eyes, but it was enough. With that one look, they'd expressed their misgivings and agreed. Blue and brown then searched for red.
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Renji sat by himself under a tree. Black jeans, black boots, black beater, black leather jacket, black gloves, black bandana tied around his head, and his black motorcycle helmet on the ground next to him. His eyes were closed in an attempt to catch a short nap after the long ride he'd had last night. His vividly red long hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail and the wrists of his hands rested on his knees. He was sitting alone because he was insubordinate. Sure, he was one of the Reapers but he didn't like them so much. They had killed his fellow Reaper friend Rukia over some stupid rule breaking shit and he just couldn't take it anymore. He never did what they told him to and he didn't hang with them either. A Soul Reaper only in name. Besides, he had more important shit to worry about.
His face heated up with awareness and his dark red eyes snapped open, glancing around to see what had caused the sensation. Blue and brown caught his attention. Grimmjow Jagerjaques and Ichigo Kurosaki were staring him down. Well, well. It seemed it was time.
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