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Bullets and Blades	By : SunsetStarlight Category: Bleach > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2114 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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By sunrise, Grimmjow was passing the 'Welcome to Karakura' sign. The only reason it took him that long was because he'd stopped to pick up his baby girl, Pantera. She was sleek, but sturdy with shining black fur and glowing green eyes. He'd also switched out his Bugatti for his Honda AC-X-1 at the garage so Pantera could rest in the back seat. She was asleep, so Grimmjow had turned his system down, 'When They Come For Me' by Linkin Park played at a low thrum. His cell phone started vibrating in the passenger seat. He glanced at it, away, then with a growl, grabbed it and put it on speaker phone.
"What?" he hissed. He was feeling like fuck and he didn't need anyone else's shit.
"I heard about what happened. We will make sure that Starrk's soul will rest well."
Grimmjow frowned and narrowed his eyes at the road.
"Thought you were done with this shit, Abira. You got out and Aizen couldn't chase you, and you comin' back now?"
"Starrk was a brother and so are you, Grimmjow. You need help whether you ask for it or not. I already flew in, meet me at the local airport."
Grimmjow ended the call and slammed on his brakes. Pantera grumbled in rebuke and Grimmjow whipped the car around.
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Ichigo smiled indulgently at the orange haired four year old as he stabbed at the coffee table with a dull knife.
"He's gonna make a great killer someday." His slightly older white haired brother said wistfully.
"I know." Ichigo smirked.
The little amber skinned boy looked over at them with wide brown eyes and a pink grin that kind of reminded Ichigo of Shiro or - No, he wouldn't think of him, the one who had left him. His own brown eyes dulled a moment, but glittered once again at the sound of his son's gurgling laughter. They were sitting at the table in the small kitchen, looking straight into the equally small living room. Shiro's semi-permanent glare in yellow on black eyes softened at the sight of his little brother's smile. What he was about to tell him would ruin everything. He flicked his fingers to get Ichigo's attention.
"Uncle Zan wants to talk to ya. About somethin' ByaBya told 'im."
He watched Ichigo's smile fade and his chocolate brown eyes turn solemn.
"It's bad, isn't it?"
"Ichi-"
"No." Ichigo crossed his arms over his bare amber-skinned chest, only wearing black low rise jeans. "If it's bad, I'd rather hear from you first, Shi."
Shiro sighed and looked away, his white chest equally bare, as he only wore tight black boxers.
"Well...Aizen told the Reapers where they could find Grimm. The Old Man sent five to kill him. Only one came back and he had Starrk's pistols."
Ichigo was silent, eyes intense as thoughts ran through his head. He shook himself and tapped his fingertips against the tabletop.
"They'd never get Starrk's pistols if he wasn't dead." He said. "What about Grimmjow?" His voice broke by the end.
Shiro shook his head.
"They didn't even get near 'im. Starrk got two and so did his wolves, or so says the last one left alive. They got word of an explosion late last night, it has to be his doing."
Ichigo nodded, eyes flicking to his son.
"He'll be coming back then." It wasn't a question.
"Aizen and his tricks." Shiro agreed. "He'll never let 'im go. Not unless he's dead."
"Aizen or Grimmjow?"
"We'll find out soon enough."
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Abirama still wore his hair long, streaming down his back like a black river. He was the only Native American Grimmjow knew. Grimmjow had picked him up and they were on their way to Karakura.
"Are you scared?" Abira asked. His dark golden eyes seeking out Grimmjow's blue.
"Of what?"
"Seeing him again."
Grimmjow took his eyes off of the road to glare at his companion.
"I'm not afraid of that fuckin' Aizen. What are-"
"Ichigo." He cut in. "I meant Ichigo."
"Ichigo." Grimmjow whispered. He closed his eyes briefly to hold back the memories.
'He's the leader of the Vizard's now, and he has a kid."
"A kid?" Grimmjow's voice was strained and a little angry. "With who?"
"No one knows for sure. The best bet is Orihime, the kid popped up right after you left."
A kid. So Ichigo had moved on. That was a good thing.
"Well, good for him on both accounts." he said.
Abirama stared at him with disbelieving eyes.
"There's no way that you're okay with all that. Not after you asked him to leave with you..."
**Grimmjow ran his fingers through that soft orange hair as Ichigo laid on his lap. He didn't want to move. He'd rather be stuck in a time loop of this moment than let go of the orange haired boy.
"I'm leaving." he said.
Ichigo stiffened and sat up.
"What?"
Grimmjow forced himself to stare into those endless brown eyes.
"Me and Starrk. We're getting the fuck out of here, away from Aizen."
"You don't have to leave, Grimmjow, you can just join the Vizards."
"Always lookin' over my fuckin' shoulder? I don't wanna do that shit."
They lapsed into an uncomfortable silence. Ichigo sighed, staring at the carpeted living room floor and Grimmjow shifted on the couch.
"You could come with us, berry. This isn't a good life for a kid like you. We could leave and start over, have a life to ourselves."
"A kid like me? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Ichigo glared. "I like my life, Grimmjow."
Grimmjow glared right back.
"So what the fuck you goin' to school for? It's not to learn how to shoot guns and stab people! You're fuckin' sixteen years old, Ichigo, it's not right!"
"That's easy for you to say, Grimmjow!" Ichigo yelled. "You're fuckin' Espada. You trump little gangs like Zan's every time."
Grimmjow stood and grabbed Ichigo around the neck. Anger was still in those brown eyes, but fear was beginning to leak through. Grimmjow was famous for his temper and the consequences of provoking it.
"Is that what you think this is?" He screamed in Ichigo's face. "You think this shit is fun, you thing being an Espada is fun? " He shook Ichigo roughly, squeezing almost gently and depriving the boy of some oxygen. "Yeah, I got rank and I got power, but it's rotten at the core." His hand tightened roughly around that smooth skinned neck, and then he let go. "You wanna play wit guns, that's your shit. You're just a little fuckin' kid, I never should of fucked with you."**
"Yeah," Grimmjow said roughly, his voice taking a angry rasp. "Well he didn't leave with me, so lets fuckin' drop it."
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Ichigo squeezed the trigger on his Beretta. The bullet tore through the sniveling man's knee cap. The black haired man let out a high pitched scream. Ichigo now wore black ankle boots and a black short sleeve muscle shirt along with his black jeans. He'd come back home from his meeting with Zan, already pissed, and had found this idiot trying to hide in his baby's bedroom. He must have scaled the wall outside to the window, trying to see if he could steal some information for a rival gang. He'd dragged him out into the living room, beaten his face in, and had just given him a permanent deterrent.
He didn't have to worry about noise, Zan owned the small apartment building and only the Vizards and their friends lived there. The orange head had a bit of blood spray on his hand and arm. He kicked he asshole in his knee for good measure and walked into the kitchen where Shiro was talking to the giggling four year old. He set the gun on the counter, safety on, and thoroughly washed his hands and arms in the sink. Drying off with a towel, he walked over and picked up his son and held him tightly in his arms. He gestured with his head at the gun on the counter.
"Can you clean that for me, Shi? I'm gonna go see Kaien and Rukia."
Shiro nodded.
"Tell Kai and Shorty I said 'fuck you'."
Ichigo shook his head in exasperation.
"And throw that out while you're at it." he said as he walked out of the apartment door.
A small hand patted Ichigo's head.
"Orange." the little boy said.
Ichigo sighed.
"No, baby, it's Dada. I'm gonna kill Shiro for teaching you that."
"Kill!" He squealed. "Boom. Boom."
"Yeah, baby. Boom. Boom."
Ichigo knocked on Kaien and Rukia's apartment door. Five minutes later, Rukia snatched the door open. She wore nothing but her black, partially see-through, underwear.
"How are we supposed to have sex, Ichigo, if you're over here every ten minutes."
"He's hardly over here every ten minutes, Rukia." said a deep voice further in the apartment. Kaien walked over to the door to stand behind Rukia. He looked more like Ichigo than Shiro, but taller and broader, and his hair was black. He wore sweatpants and nothing else. "In fact, I hardly see my little brother at all."
Ichigo used his poor lonely kitten eyes and pointed them at Rukia.
"Urgh." she said in disgust. 'This better be good."
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