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Lost Colors	By : SunsetStarlight Category: Bleach > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1173 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Seven Years Later
"Oi! Shi! Get your ass up. We transfer today so we can't be late."
Shiro hated mornings and he hated the cold. That's why Grimmjow always had hot chocolate ready for him in a thermos on early mornings. He put the thermos on Shiro's side table and glared at the covered lump.
"You better get up, Shi, I mean it. If you're not down in five, then Pachi Pachi is gonna punch you awake."
"Alright, Grimm!" Shiro hissed in his slightly deeper than pre-puberty and watery voice. "I'm up." He poked the top half of his head out of the covers. Yellow and black eyes glazed with sleep. "Did ya make my chocolate?"
Grimmjow shook his head in exasperation.
"When have I never? It's in the same place as always. Now get your ass downstairs and eat some breakfast."
Grimmjow then turned and left the room, leaving the door open. He wore gray school uniform pants and a white button up that strained slightly over his thick chest and broad shoulders. The first three buttons were left undone, showing smooth tan skin. He'd gone through a super growth spurt last summer, which Yumichika thought was beautiful, and he now stood at six even. Shiro was still compact, but muscular and only standing at 5'9. He bumped into Renji at the foot of the stairs.
"Watch where you're going, Blue." Renji grumbled. He'd recently gotten some tribal tattoos, finishing off his entire body. Semi-tight black jeans sat low on his hips, on his feet were knee high military boots, a black bandana over his forehead, and a black beater over his chest and stomach. He was going through a gangster faze. Grimmjow had to restrain himself from punching him out of it.
"Just move outta my fuckin' way and I won't have to touch you, Red. We both know who's going to get hurt here."
Grimmjow heard creaking behind him, knowing it was Shiro, and Renji's gaze flicked behind him to look.
"Freaks." he murmured as he started to walk away.
He and Renji weren't so close anymore. Ever since he and Shiro had moved in, he'd been having some type of inferiority complex. Grimmjow was stronger than him in every way, always excelling him in training and fighting. Grimmjow had a goal though, while Renji just wanted status. Grimmjow could understand that, even if he didn't like his attitude. But he wasn't gonna let some asshole call his little brother a freak. Renji got two steps away before Grimmjow reached out and grabbed him back by the end of his red ponytail.
"What the fuck did you say?" he growled.
Renji jerked out of his hand and turned to face him. Bad idea.
"I said-"
Grimmjow's right arm swung out, and his fist landed in the middle of Renji's face. He could hear cartilage crunch and bone crack. Shiro's wild cackling could be heard over Renji's screams and Grimmjow smiled. He loved nothing more than making his baby Shi laugh.
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"So what's this school?" Shiro asked in his hissing voice. He and Grimmjow were walking side by side down the side walk, Shiro's right arm laying over Grimmjow's left shoulder. "Hmmm?"
"Damnit, Shiro. I told you already. We're transferring to Karakura High because Pachi Pachi moved the house again and this school is the closest now."
Shiro scratched the back of his older brothers head to curb his annoyance. Grimmjow always enjoyed a good head rub. After all the training, they found out it had something to do with his powers. Grimmjow purred softly before shaking Shiro's fingers out of his blue locks.
"You have to act right in this school, Shiro, or Pachi Pachi is gonna send you to a separate one. He thinks I'm too lenient with you."
Shiro's back stiffened. "You're not my father." He grumbled.
Grimmjow grabbed the back of his brothers neck and yelled in his face.
"No, but I'm as good as you're gonna get! That was low, Shiro and you know it. That shit was unbelievable! Fuckin' apologize to me."
Shiro's yellow eyes began to tear, as they always did when Grimmjow was angry with him, only when Grimmjow was angry with him.
" 'M sorry, Grimm. I don' mean to do things, don' mean to say them."
Grimmjow sighed, kissed his white forehead, and let him go.
"All we have is each other, Shi. Act up if you want. If Pachi sends you away, I'll just go with you. Not even he can handle me anymore. At least not in technique, in pure force though…."
"I'd help you, Grimm."
Grimmjow nodded as they continued walking.
"Pachi says we'll get our chance. Finally, in a week."
"Why a week?"
"Don't know. Just stay close. Nnoi and Szayel are supposed to go here too."
They walked up to the wide open gates to the school. Grimmjow immediately spotted Nnoi. He was taller than Kenpachi and way skinnier than Shiro. He wore a black eye patch over his right eye which also helped in having him stand out. Next to him was a shorter boy with long pink hair and golden eyes. Those eyes sometimes reminded him of his mother. Except she'd never had that look in her eyes, like she wanted to take you apart and put you back together to suite her better. He slapped Shiro on the back of his head for good measure, then pulled him over to Nnoi and Szayel. He was just about to start a small fight with one of his favorite opponents, when he caught sight of an orange head of hair.
It was the orange that held his attention at first. Vibrant, beautiful, sunset, and sunrise. What really stopped his heart though was the similarity to his little brother. The facial structure was similar, except this boys face wasn't as sharp and angular as Shiro's. He had pretty, light amber skin taut across compact muscle. Pink, pouty lips were stretched in what seemed like a permanent scowl, and his eyes were liquid chocolate with cinnamon sprinkles. He couldn't pull his gaze away from the kid, and he didn't really want to. Those amazing eyes suddenly turned and met his blue ones, causing that pretty amber skin to flush with pink before those eyes skittered away along with the boy himself.
"He's mine." Grimmjow growled lowly with narrowed eyes. Shiro was also watching the orange haired boy walk away, but there was nothing pleasant in his glaring eyes. He decided that he didn't like this boy and he would make his life hell as often as he could. Szayel smirked at both boys differing expressions.
"Good luck with that, Sexta."
Grimmjow shifted to glare at the pink haired boy.
"What ya mean by that, Zay?"
"You'll figure it out one day." He smiled. "I can't wait to see your reaction."
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