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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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The three of them were paranoid about being seen around town, no matter how discreet they might be, so they met up at an obscure bakery in the next town over. When Renji walked in, Grimmjow was watching Ichigo eat a jelly filled powder doughnut. His brown eyes were staring out of the window next to the back corner booth and his tongue flicked out every so often to try and swipe away the powdered sugar on his cheeks and lips. Kurosaki's mannerisms were so child like sometimes that you mistook him for harmless, but once you met those eyes there was nothing but blood and chaos in them. He was like a cute, fluffy baby animal that got you to pick it up and cuddle it, only for it to rip your throat open with its bladed teeth. Ichigo was a loner for a reason, not many could deal with him and pretty much no one wanted to try. Grimmjow was sitting next to Kurosaki, eyes tracking his every movement. There was an obvious attraction there on Grimmjow's side, but one could never really tell with Ichigo. Jagerjaques wasn't the sentimental type, he didn't like anything other than his weapons and his brother. Every thing else, he just dealt with.
Grimmjow Jagerjaques didn't get excited until blood and pain were on its way. Looking at him before he got some blood on his hands, you'd think he was pretty laid back and serious until you saw that grin he does sometimes, until you saw the steel he kept on his body. He loved shit that could kill him, it's the only way to get his true attention. Ichigo was that and more. A complete monster in disguise and Grimmjow had a serious hard on for him. Or maybe it was just an animal thing, one monster seeing another and needing to dominate. Renji couldn't imagine the kind of sex Ichigo would be into. He sat down across from Grimmjow and they clasped hands briefly over the table surface. Abarai and Jagerjaques had become pretty tolerant of each other, maybe even close. Grimmjow knew his situation and he always made offers that he never spoke aloud. Renji figured he'd be saying yes one day. He wasn't really a Reaper anymore, not since what they did to Rukia. He'd only joined in the first place because she was going to and her brother Byakuya Kuchiki wanted her to.
The store owner walked over to their table just as Ichigo was swallowing his last bite, handing him a damp towel that Ichigo used to wipe off his face and hands. Once he was finished, he initiated eye contact with both Renji and Grimmjow. His voice was low and husky when he spoke.
"So we all know what those creatures are and what they're capable of. When they took us...there's no need to explain it. We managed to kill the ones who did it, but they were just the tip of the iceberg. We know and we've kept the vigil ever since. They're coming, all of them, and there are only three of us." He balled up the damp towel and set it off to the side. "Basically, we're all fucked."
Grimmjow smiled slowly and slid his hands into the pockets of his white leather jacket. Renji sighed and glanced out of the window with a thoughtful expression.
"I don't know about you," Grimmjow said. "But my crew will stand with me no matter what I do or where I go."
Ichigo glanced at him.
"They’re not going to be any real help, only liabilities. They’re just Humans."
Grimmjow’s hands fisted in his pockets and Renji turned his head to glare at the youngest boy.
"Don’t say that. Don’t fucking belittle them like that. Human’s are brave if you give them the chance. They’ll fight anything to protect their country or thier world if there’s no other choice. My best friend was the bravest Human Being I’ve ever known and I won’t have you spit on her memory." Renji’s red eyes were expressing so much anger they appeared to be glowing. "We all know what those things are capable of, the complete destruction they cause everywhere they go....we experienced it first hand. Nothing can compare to what we’ve had to go through. Entire races destroyed like they were nothing, entire worlds, Ichigo. We can’t let this happen, we won’t let that happen here."
Ichigo shook his head and glanced away. He didn’t have any particular affinity for Human’s or anyone in general. He’d tried that before and it had gone the way of Hell. Loving, trusting, caring at all was just too dangerous and carried too many ties to fragile beings. When those ties broke, he preferred to remain intact....the last time....he would be sure that last time would be the last. Renji was right. They couldn’t let it happen here, it was the whole reason they had kept watch in secret for so long. He wasn’t going to back out now, besides, he’d be able to get some revenge and maybe he’d get his soul back.
Grimmjow watched Ichigo’s impassive face and Renji’s earnest one. The whole Human race? He’d planned originally to hold down his own little circle, especially his little brother. He could tell that Shiro was catching on to their interactions with each other, but he didn’t yet have enough information to piece things together. Shiro knew to keep silent when big brother was silent and that the talking would come when it came. Shiro had been the only thing he could save from his home and the bloody catastrophe that was his past. Just a little white skinned, strange eyed baby, Shiro didn’t even know where he came from. Grimmjow was the constant in his brothers life and he knew that, carried that knowledge with him every where he went and with every decision he made. If he was going to save anyone, it was Shiro. But Shiro liked it here, this was Shiro’s home, and they could only run so far. He wouldn’t destroy his brothers view of the world in such a violent way.
Renji watched Grimmjow’s expression shut down and his eyes ice over. A cold death was never an easy one when Grimmjow was the dealer. Just seeing the look in his companions eyes, he knew they would fight with him and maybe they had planned to fight with him all along. Ichigo sighed.
"I don’t have any friends, or a crew of my own, but I know a guy who could help us. He’s more animal than man though, I’m not even sure he’s a Human. His name is Zaraki Kenpachi. We used to talk."
Grimmjow’s face immediately frowned up and his eyes narrowed. Ichigo continued on.
"The only reason I really dealt with him at all was because the sex was so rough. He fucks like he’s trying to kill you."
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When one predator recognizes another, there’s always one guranteed reaction. They size each other up and then they attack. In nature, someone always has to come out on top and if someone else is in your territory, you have to handle right then and there and prove who’s the strongest, the baddest. You could just feel the tension and electricity in the air, the smell of blood to come, and cries of hatred and dominance. That’s how it was when Kenpachi and Grimmjow first laid eyes on each other. Well, just the one eye on Kenpachi’s part. He was a massive monster. Over seven feet tall, broad shouldered, long black hair, scars all over his body, and a grin on his face that rivaled Grimmjow’s. Ichigo stepped in to break their line of vision and Kenpachi focused on him immediately.
"So you want me to fight beside you instead of against you. How much blood will there be?"
Ichigo smiled and took a step forward like a small force of gravity was pulling him.
"The world will drown in it."
Kenpachi laid his big palm on the top of Ichigo’s wild orange hair.
"Will I die?"
Ichigo stepped into Zaraki’s massive chest, hands rubbing against skin and scars.
"It’s very likely that you will." He replied while shuddering.
Grimmjow grabbed the back of his white t-shirt and pulled him away from the towering man.
"What the fuck is wrong with you, Kurosaki? You need to get your shit together."
Ichigo wrenched away from the blue haired gangsters grasp and turned to glare into cold blue eyes. Grimmjow licked his lips at the anger and death he saw staring him down and Ichigo finally noticed Grimmjow’s attraction. An uncustomary blush rose to his cheeks and he quickly glanced away. Ichigo Kurosaki never blushed or felt much of anything besides anger and the urge to kill. The blush just made Grimmjow want him more. Renji watched the spectacle with a small smirk on his lips. The smirk transformed into a full blown smile when he saw Ichigo keep his distance from Kenpachi. They were all standing in Zaraki’s living room, having just walked through the door not long ago. Zaraki settled his large self down and everyone else followed suit.
Awkward silence also settled down with them. No one but Ichigo really knew the man and he seemed to be lost in thought, once again uncaring about what was around him. Renji ran a hand through the end of his ponytail.
"I guess we should tell you exactly what you’re getting into."
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Shiro was beyond pissed off. Starrk wouldn’t wake his ass up and Abirama was spaced out watching Die Hard. They weren’t especially worried about his big brother, but Shiro knew things they didn’t. Things like the trashbag full of bloody towels and clothes Grimm had burned when he’d shown up again after having gone missing awhile back. Things like how much deadlier Grimm became when it came to discipline and order among the Espada. Shiro never pushed, knowing that his brother would tell him about when he felt like it because they told each other everything. He cursed at his reflection in the bathroom mirror and made his way to his brother’s messy room. Grimmjow never cleaned the sty and so Shiro was designated as bedroom butler.
He gathered up all the dirty clothes on the floor and stuffed them in the hamper, refolded the clean clothes on the bed and returned them to the dresser drawers, collected the empty plates and glasses to return them to the kitchen, made the bed, vaccumed the floor, dragged the hamper into the laundry room and started them in the washer, opened the windows, and finally took a look under the bed for anything he may have missed. There was mostly the usual shoe boxes, except one particular box caught his attention.
It looked like it was made out of some sort of brown metal, but when he touched it, the surface of the box was grainy like wood but still managed to look sleek and shiny. It made a ping sound when he tapped it with his fingernail. The closest thing to privacy the two brothers had when it came to each other was that Shiro didn’t go into Grimm’s large walk in closet that held all his weapons and Grimmjow didn’t...well...Shiro didn’t hide anything from his brother or withhold access to any of his things. Still, Grimm had never told him about this particular box so he figured that he shouldn’t be touching it. Even as he thought it, Shiro was pulling the box from underneath the bed and onto the floor in front of him.
There was no lock on it, but when Shiro’s palm touched the top of the box, the surface lit up with green light, forming a keypad on the surface like a touchscreen projection, but with no where for it to have projected from. So, there was some sort of code or password obviously. The question was, did Grimmjow set it or did someone else? If it were his brother’s hand that did it, then Shiro had a chance of guessing the correct sequence of numbers. If it was someone else...there was no telling what the strange box would do if he got it wrong.
Whatever was in the box, he needed to know what it was. Most likely it would have something to do with Grimm and his strange connections to the redheaded Reaper and the brown eyed loner. It might also be a clue into why his big brother posted up on odd nights without moving, like he was keeping a watch for something, like it could show up any second. Shiro shook the thoughts from his head and stared at the keypad. Above all the numbers were three blank spaces. So he could only guess three numbers. He risked a 006. The light glowed bright enough to hurt his eyes and then disappeared completely. He only barely felt the slight prick in the palm of his hand and by the time the burning sensation had reached it’s peak, he couldn’t scream and all was black.
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Renji was on his Ducati motorcycle, speeding through the streets once again and on his way home. He used the word home loosely. It was a mansion and owned by one of the twelve captains of the Reapers, Byakuya Kuchiki. Rukia had been his adopted sister. Renji parked his bike in the circular driveway, not even bothering to head towards the garage. The servants wouldn’t touch it though, they knew Renji despised other people’s hands on his shit. The mansion was quiet as always and unbearably clean like it was just an empty house a realtor was going to show potential buyers in an hour or so. He didn’t bother to remove his leather jacket or gloves and give them to the butler waiting by the door as he walked in. He hated it there, but he had nowhere else to go. He’d saved up all the money Byakuya gave him for his services, but he wouldn’t use that until he absolutely had to. Now that real shit was about to happen, he figured he needed to break ties with the Reapers once and for all. Rukia was dead, the only chain left was her brother.
He headed towards the study. Byakuya was always waiting for him there when Renji came home. He wouldn’t be able to eat or get any decent fucking rest until he was finished in the study. He pushed open the heavy wooden door and closed it back soundly behind him. Byakuya was sitting at his desk, long black hair flowing around his face and well past his shoulders. He didn’t even turn to look his way after undoubtably hearing the sound of the door opening and closing. Byakuya was arrogant like that. Renji pulled off his leather gloves and slammed them on the surface of Byakuya’s desk. The pale skinned captain’s whole body stiffened and then started shaking. Renji unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper.
"Get on your fucking knees, Kuchiki." He ordered.
Byakuya shot out of his chair and onto the floor in an eyes blink. His light gray eyes stared hungrily at Renji’s open fly. Renji watched him with disgust in his eyes.
"You want the dick that bad, Bya, you’ll have to get it with your mouth. And you better do it fast or I’ll have to get the paddle." He grabbed a handful of black hair as Byakuya pulled down the jeans and boxers. "But you’d like it wouldn’t you? You like the paddle, Bya?" Pink lips wrapped around Renji’s soft and hefty cock. "You want it hard for you, you’ll have to work for it, Kuchiki."
And so Renji closed his eyes, imagining someone else as his dead friend’s brother sucked him noisily. Renji sighed and did his job.
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Ichigo sat at his kitchen table, shoveling fried rice and chicken into his mouth with his chopsticks. Isshin watched him silently, having already eaten hours ago. Sure he wondered why his son was coming home so late, but he didn’t want to end up pushing his only child left away. Just looking at his son brought back horrible memories. His wife, Masaki, had died with their two little girls in a horrible crash. There were no survivors. They’d both lost the remains of their precious family that day and all that was left were the dregs. Ichigo looked up at him unexpectedly and sat his chopsticks sideways over his bowl.
"I’ll be leaving in a few days. I might not come back."
Isshin just stared, resignation over coming his facial expression.
"What are you going to be doing?"
Ichigo met his eyes for the first time since the accident and Isshin didn’t like what he saw there.
"I’m going to hold my sword and keep my word. Consider me dead already."
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