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Bones of the Dead	By : SunsetStarlight Category: Bleach > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1332 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Bone Mending
He'd been sitting there for almost an entire hour, listening to curses, gunshots, and howls. The white-skinned teenager sighed as he leaned his back against the door, his strange eyes glazed over from the long wait. The storage room wasn't all that big and the entire space was filled with the thick, smoggy smell of decaying flesh and coagulating blood. It filled his nostrils, his mouth, the back of his throat, and his clothes as well. And it was hot and muggy, making things a lot worse; more badly than the maggots he could see wriggling among the decayed meat of what was left of the boy and his mother.
All he could do was hope that Grimmjow came back soon and got him the fuck out of there. As if reading his desperation and sympathizing, the big metal door vibrated slightly and cracked open with a depressurized huff. Shiro quickly moved his body out of the way as the door was pushed the rest of the way open.
"Hey, kid, you okay?" Asked one of the voices he'd heard through the door earlier. "Kurosaki and Jaegerjaques were alive last time we saw, so don't cry or nothin'."
Shiro stood and met the burgundy eyes of a stranger. Tan golden skin beautifully marked with onyx tribal tattoos, cut and muscular arms bare and damp with sweat, and to top it all off, he had unbelievably long out of this world red hair and he was carrying a gun. Shiro felt so much better all of a sudden. Besides, he was glad for the fresh air, well, cleaner air.
"I'm not a bitch, Red, and I don't fuckin' cry." Shiro hissed as he stretched his arms and legs. The muscles had been cramping despite him tensing and relaxing them in intervals as his brother had taught him to do when he had to be still for a long time. Red smirked and gave a sideways glance at a man standing next to him. This man was tan skinned with short spiky hair that was kind of like Ichi's. He had an interesting face, but what stood out the most was the 69 tattoo on his left cheek and the steel and storm in those gray eyes.
"We better wait here." 69 said. "The kid and Jaegerjaques will make it back this way if they're not already half way here. We can't stand out in the hallway with those creatures around."
Red nodded and pushed his way into the storage room, 69 following closely behind him and shutting the door once he was through. Shiro glared at them, hating that even though the door had been unlocked, he was still stuck inside the room…and with strangers no less. What was Grimmjow thinking?
"What if one of 'em got hurt." He argued. "We need ta find 'em and we can get outta here tagether."
"Not happening, Kid." Red said while shaking his head and sitting on the floor next to 69. "We don't have shit left to go searching with for one, and those two can take care of themselves. As long as they stay quiet and keep their eyes open, they'll make it here with no problem. We go blundering around looking for them and it's just going to cause all kinds of trouble for all of us. Just sit tight, be patient."
Shiro hissed softly, angry that the man was right and he was just being selfish because he wanted to get out of the room already.
"Whatever, Red." He grumbled as he returned to sitting with his back against the door. He pulled his cell out of his pocket and looked at the time. 3:45 pm. They still had the rest of the day to go through this shit, fuck that, the rest of their lives.
"It's Renji. Renji Abarai. Not Red, Kid."
Shiro didn't bother to look up from his cell phone.
"Well, it's Shiro then and not Kid." He replied. "What about you 69?"
"Shuuhei. Shuuhei Hisagi."

Grimmjow jogged silently and quickly into the shadows near the stairs so that he could see who or what was coming down but they couldn't see him. Soon enough, he could hear heavy panting and the steps nearest his head were shaking with misplaced weight. He brought up the shotgun and pumped it. The sound caused the movement to stop abruptly.
"Grimm?"
Grimmjow sighed and pointed the tip of the Mossberg at the floor. It was the berry.
"Ichi? What are ya doin' down here?"
Ichigo ran down the rest of the stairs and straight into his boyfriend's muscular arms. Grimmjow held him tightly and rocked him softly back and forth as the little berry cried silently. He ran his fingers through orange locks and scratched the scalp, murmuring nonsense as he tried to comfort his lover. He nuzzled the amber skin of Ichigo's neck, kissed and bit it. Ichigo shivered and pulled away, wiping his face with his hands and only making the mess worse than it had been. Grimmjow pulled him close again, and sucked his plump pink lips into a deep kiss. He pulled away quickly though, his concern for his little brother winning over his bodies desire.
"We need to get back. From all that shooting I heard, all of you are probably running out of bullets and when we get out, we need to get out together."
Ichigo nodded and they began to ascend the basement stairs quickly and quietly. Brown eyes studied their companion. Grimmjow seemed fine, no wounds anywhere that Ichigo could see, even though he was covered in blood. Hell, his amount of ammo didn't seem to be lacking at all. There was no way someone could fight a creature like that and come away unscathed like his boyfriend had. Don't get him wrong, he had every confidence in his lover's abilities, but this was ridiculous. He watched as Grimmjow rolled his shoulder and winced as if there was a slight painful twinge in it.
"So how did you manage, Grimm?" Ichigo whispered as they walked out of the basement and back onto the main floor. He held his gun at his side, but with his finger putting a little pressure on the trigger. They may not have been hearing any noises at the moment, but all of that shooting would attract more of the things eventually. Grimmjow held his Mossberg in the same manner, while glancing at Ichigo with eyes so blue they almost seemed to glow.
"I'm made for killing, Ichi, I just did my job." His voice was sly and mocking. The tone of voice he got when he wanted the berry to shut the fuck up. "I have two reasons not to die just yet; just be grateful."
"Fine. I'll shut the fuck up and be grateful. For now."
They continued their short journey in silence, extra carefully. There were pros and cons to having the electricity back on and putting them on an almost even ground with the enemy was definitely a con. Even so, Grimmjow seemed to have some kind of sixth sense, automatically knowing when a creature was coming before Ichigo even heard the first shuffle of feet or growl of hunger. At those times, Grimm would make him stay behind, rush the creature on his own, and snap the things neck and stab it in the brain before it could make a sound of alarm to attract others. And then Grimmjow would come back, with just a little more blood on his body, and they would continue silently on their way.
Grimmjow knew that Ichigo wanted to ask more questions and that he would when the opportunity came again. Ichigo didn't know about what the boss had done to him, had given him in exchange for working for the eccentric genius. The blue haired assassin didn't want the berry to know those things about him. Shiro knew though, he wouldn't hide anything from his little brother. Sometimes he felt like Shi was the only one he could rely on because even with evidence to the contrary, you just never knew when they might have to pick up and leave on their own again. His heart told him that if that ever happened, Ichigo would leave too because he loved them, but his mind…it was telling him that you never really knew anyone. He was proof of that himself. Still, some things you didn't need to know in order to have a relationship with someone.
His cellphone buzzed and he lifted the hem of what was left of his shirt and unclipped his phone from his hip. He didn't miss the hungry look those brown eyes gave that little sliver of bare skin. He grinned. In the middle of a damn zombie apocalypse and Ichigo still couldn't keep his eyes off of his perfect body. A definite boost to his already monstrous ego. Blue eyes glanced at the screen before bloody fingers pressed the button to read the txt message.
From: Baby-Shi
Subject: Bad Big Brother
Message: Monstrs r gonna eat me, cuz you're standin' around kissin' da berry. Asshole.
Grimmjow smiled a rare and genuine smile and then grimaced. Shi was right. Now wasn't the time for a leisurely walk. He sent a short message back, clipped his phone back onto his hip, and then started a light mile eating jog towards the storage room with Ichigo right behind him.

Shiro was still leaning against the door. He'd been talking to Shuuhei and Renji in low whispers. Long enough to know that they'd both lost the same person; the young boy they were supposed to have been guarding. Toshiro Hitsugaya. Whoever he was, he'd been extremely important and they felt so sore about it, they'd lapsed into a depressed and frowning silence. The teenager was tired of waiting for that brother of his. They hadn't heard any noises close by, but Shiro didn't want to even be near the place any time soon and that meant that he wanted the fuck out of there right that second.
He slipped his phone out of his pocket. The battery was low, but he had enough to do what needed to be done.
To: Grimmy
Subject: Bad Big Brother
Message: Monstrs r gonna eat me, cuz you're standin' around kissin' da berry. Asshole.
Shiro grinned a grin that was maybe a little more psychotic than his older brothers. Maybe the blue haired asshole would feel guilty and pick up the speed. He sighed and pulled his knees to his chest, resting his chin on them. He sucked on the silver piercing in the right corner of his bottom lip. Seconds later, his phone vibrated with a reply.
From: Grimmy
Subject: Love you, Baby
Message: I only kissed Ichi once. Still thinkin of you. Will be there soon. Idiot.
Shiro grinned again and closed his eyes. Waiting.
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