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A Shadow of What Was	By : katami Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 49594 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author's Notes: We have a winner! AJS, go ahead and drop me a line about what you would like to see. You can email me at katami_san@yahoo.com if you are not interested in having everyone know. If it is something already in the timeline I will write you a draft of the scene as it appears in my head and send it to you.

Irana, it was my pleasure to read Demonstration. It frightens me but at the same time it is incredibly hot - totally a guilty treat. I hope you write more of it and I'm glad you are enjoying Shadow.

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The Arrancar stalked down the hallway like an angry jungle cat, lower ranking Shinigami ducking out of his way. Shunsui chuckled softly, following along in his wake and earning curious stares.

As they reached the end of the corridor Grimmjow wheeled on him, grabbing his haori and pulling him close. Shunsui caught himself on the other man's chest and stared into furious blue eyes. "You or that other guy upset him in any way and I'll fucking kill you," Grimmjow snarled at him, a deep rumbling growl resonating in his chest.

Shunsui stared into those icy blue eyes, fascinated by the feral rage in those eyes and the vibrations of the flesh under his fingers. Something in those eyes reminded him of the time when they were boys when he and Jyuushiro had stumbled upon a wild cat and her litter. The kittens had been awkward and curious of them, but the mother had hissed and scratched if they ventured too near. Grimmjow was behaving exactly the same way.

He smiled at the feline in human form before him, grabbing one of his wrists and twisting it up behind the Arrancar's back in a move that made the cat roar with outrage. Sharp claws were driven into his thigh and Shunsui winced, tugging Grimmjow's wrist higher and silently threatening to dislocate his arm. "Calm down, Grimm-chan. I'm not going to hurt you," he purred into the infuriated Espada's ear. "Behave, Kitty. No one is going to hurt you or your kitten. I promise," he murmured, tugging just a little harder to make his point.

The claws in his thigh twitched and he could see the speculative tension in the other man's body. "You really do love him, don't you?"

"Do not," muttered the Arrancar sulkily. "We needed the brat. Kurosaki and the rest of you bastards woulda killed us without him."

Shunsui chuckled softly, his free hand ruffling electric blue hair, surprised at the silky softness of it. "Liar. We don't have to like each other, Grimm-chan, but we all need to play nicely for Kisuke's sake. You can at least admit that much, can't you?"

"You fuckin' bastards lost him. You and your fuckin' people took him. Got him all riled up and upset," hissed Grimmjow, his voice a mixture of anger and sulking complaint.

Shunsui continued to card his finger through the Arancar's hair, noting that the other man slowly began to arch into the touches. "I know. What Mayuri did was foolish and we all should have watched him better.

"What if Jyuushiro and I try our best not to upset Kisuke? You could stay with him and make sure. If it looks like we're upsetting him you can tell us."

Grimmjow growled, but the claws in his legs retracted and Shunsui sighed. The Arrancar muttered darkly about kittens and Shinigami but Shunsui could tell there was no real heat behind the words. Amazingly, Kisuke appeared to have found the family he had always wanted in the irritable Arrancar. "You shitheads upset him and I'll let him tear you up one side and down the other before I fuck ya on yer own damned swords," hissed the former Espada, his eyes filled with hate.

Shunsui carefully turned the other man lose, tipping his hat slightly. "Keeping Kisuke safe and happy is something I think we all want," he purred, giving Grimmjow one final pat on the head and nearly losing a fingertip as he withdrew his hand. He chuckled at the feline display of contrariness and slipped around the Arrancar. "We'd better hurry or they'll come hunt us up."

Grimmjow growled at him and stomped past him, head down and glancing around warily. Definitely a cat, thought Shunsui.

"What's with that other guy? He smells weird," muttered the Arrancar after a few tense moments of silence.

"Jyuushiro is ill," he began before the Arrancar turned on him again, his reiatsu blazing.

"AND YOU LEFT HIM WITH THE KITTEN!?!" screamed the blue-haired man.

He caught the ex-Espada before he could take off down the hall, ducking the swipe of a claw-tipped hand that probably would have knocked his head clean off if it had connected. He used his grip and swung the Arrancar into a wall, pinning him there with a forearm across the throat. "Jyuushiro's condition is genetic. Non-transferable. Kisuke is more likely to die of a paper cut than to be in danger of contracting it," he told the blue-haired man, shouting to be heard over a choked off roar.

"Shunsui?" cried Jyuushiro, shunpo carrying the captain of the Thirteenth to his side.

"Let him go!" screamed Kisuke, standing there in nothing more than a towel and a glowing red halo of power. "Hadou 33: Sou..." he began, cut off as a large hand settled over his mouth and another went around his waist, trapping him against Abarai. Kisuke struggled furiously and Grimmjow was thrashing just as hard.

"Calm down!" shouted Jyuushiro, his power crashing over all of them like a wave and stilling them. "Everyone just calm down. Kisuke, Abarai-san is going to release you, but no kidou. Shunsui will release Jeagerjaques, who in turn will not kill him," came Jyuushiro's infinitely patient voice.

Slowly, with infinite care, everyone stood down. Jeagerjaques rushed over to check on Kisuke while Jyuushiro slid close to him. A cough wracked his frame and Shunsui slipped an arm around his lover.

"What happened?" asked the pale-haired man, wiping away a small bit of blood from his lips.

"The kitty was worried about Kisuke and got a little over-excited. I think we have it all worked out. Are you alright?" he asked quietly.

"Just a small exertion. I'll be fine. Was it really necessary to nettle him, Shunsui? We are trying to get them to trust us," sighed Jyuushiro.

Shunsui nodded and tried to look contrite, it was a good look, it fooled Nanao almost every time. Jyuushiro was apparently made of sterner stuff. "I taught you that look, idiot. When you got caught climbing into the girls' dormitories to meet that redhead with the...what was it? Enormous eyes?" Shunsui chuckled and felt his cheeks heat, trust Jyuushiro to remember everything. And it wasn't like he had been the only one to sneak in to the girls dorms - Isshin and Jyuushiro both had. And there were some fascinating rumors about what Yoruichi got up to.

"Alright. No poking the kitty. Do you want to take him and get the food?"

"I probably should. Can you sit with Kisuke?" Shunsui nodded, making his way carefully back to the blonde, who was being fussed over by Grimmjow. The two grew quiet as he drew near and Shunsui sighed, there were times he really did think Nanao had a point about his needing to be more serious.

"I'll take care of Kisuke if you want to go with Jyuushiro to get breakfast?" he offered. The Arrancar snapped at him but stomped off towards the mess, Jyuushiro quickly following him.

Kisuke glared at him and drew himself up tall and straight, walking back to his room and into his bedroom, slamming the door. When he emerged the younger man had traded his towel for a pair of blue jeans and a dark green t-shirt. He stalked into the living room, ignoring Shunsui and curling up in a chair like a wary cat. Clearly he had been spending a little too much time with felines.

"Are you alright?" he offered tentatively into the awkward silence.

"I'm fine. I wouldn't want to calculate your odds of survival though," retorted Kisuke before falling silent again.

Shunsui poured himself a cup of sake and sipped it, noticing the blonde's lips moving every now and again. "Are you actually calculating it?" he asked, because doing so would have been such a very Kisuke-like thing to do.

"No, I was calculating pi. I was out to the sixteenth decimal," murmured Kisuke.

"Why in the world," began Shunsui before remembering it was Kisuke and he was prone to rather odd amusements.

"I happen to like math," retorted the blonde. "Besides, what else am I supposed to do? You aren't going to allow me to leave anytime soon."

Shunsui stared at him for a moment. "What makes you think that?"

"Because I'm not an idiot. The threat Aizen poses to me isn't going to just disappear. Urahara isn't just going to go back in the box," muttered Kisuke. Shunsui could see there was more, but he could also see that asking about it would shut the younger man down.

"You sound rather resigned to things," he ventured carefully, suddenly having a new sympathy for Yama-jii and their other teachers. It was disconcerting to be confronted with power and a towering intellect in the body of a teenager.

Kisuke shurgged. "I'm used to the fact that my life is never going to be normal. I've been seeing ghosts and dreaming about a dead Shinigami captain since before I could walk," he said, his voice breaking near the end.

"You've been remembering that long?" asked Jyuushiro from the doorway, the Arrancar behind him and carrying enough food to feed a small army.

"Dreaming. Not remembering. There's a difference. And I don't want to talk about it," snapped Kisuke.

"Good. Eat your fucking breakfast," growled Grimmjow, shoving past Jyuushiro and setting the food down in front of the blonde. There was toast, eggs - poached, hard boiled, fried and scrambled - ham, steak, bacon, three types of melon, orange juice, milk and coffee.

Jyuushiro smiled faintly at the display and settled next to him on the couch. Shunsui tossed an arm around the other man's shoulders. "Everything okay? Did you and Grimm-chan play nice?" he asked the other man, pouring himself a cup of sake.

"Still in one piece."

"Quit calling me that," snarled Grimmjow, circling nearer to them and sniffing the air delicately. "And what's that shit?"

"This is sake, very good sake," murmured Shunsui as his cup was snatched away to be sniffed at and frowned over.

"Try some," murmured Jyuushiro giving him a slight nudge to refill the cup. Shunsui dutifully poured a little into the cup and watched as it was again sniffed at before being tossed back in one gulp.

"Good?" asked Kisuke as the Arrancar puzzled over the taste, clearly trying to decide if he liked it. Kisuke smiled as Grimmjow made a noncommittal noise. "Let me see."

Shunsui shared a smile with Jyuushiro as Grimmjow growled and ordered Kisuke to eat his breakfast before snarling at him not to give the young man any sake. They lapsed into silence while Kisuke ate, the boy being the only one who didn't seem to notice or care about the tension in the room. Urahara had always been good about ignoring tension though, years of being the only person not of noble status to associate with them and Yoruichi.

"That was a very impressive kidou display the other day," Jyuushiro finally murmured. Grimmjow's attention whipped from cupboard he had been examining, blue eyes darting between them and Kisuke.

The blonde shrugged. "Once I got the theory it was easy enough. Are we going to sit here all day and stare at each other? Because if we are I'm going to go back to bed," replied the blonde tartly.

"Well, we could go to the shouten and have a little kendo practice?" suggested Jyuushiro.
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