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A Shadow of What Was	By : katami Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 49594 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Author's Notes: Irana, Ichigo may like Hitsugaya but there are some things a big brother just does not need to see - and his sister and her boyfriend all dewy eyed and in love is one of the them.

Phoenix, I am working on the Quincy porn, someone *glares and points at Uryuu* was being difficult.

Miya, welcome to the insanity. (I really am going to get you one-shot people a group.) I'm glad you've enjoyed the madness so far because more is coming. And never fear about updates, so far a week is the longest I've gone between updates and that had special circumstances.

And I know Shunsui/Jyuushiro/Grimmjow seems odd, but it snuck into my brain and poked at me...and kept poking. I finally talked it over with a friend of mine and she saw it, so I figured I wasn't totally nuts and went with it. Besides, the kitty needs other people to bother or Ichigo and Kisuke will never get anywhere. *grin*

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"Ya sure you're up to this?" demanded Grimmjow, shifting restlessly and glaring at Kisuke grumpily. The Arrancar was not happy about his being up and about. And very not happy about his decision to spar with Jyuushiro and Shunsui. He needed to move though, he couldn't sit around his room without wanting to break something. He had never handled boredom well and enforced boredom...the results of what he might come up with scared even him.

Kisuke laughed and stretched, using his bokken to arch his back, before straightening and flashing the Arrancar a bright smile. "I'll be fine," he said confidently. "I bet I can even do better than you."

The Arrancar's smile grew sharp and he struck at the blonde with his own bokken, only to find Kisuke was already in motion and beyond his reach. The younger man laughed and pivoted, darting in close to whack Grimmjow on the back, running away as the Arrancar turned.

"Gotcha," laughed Kisuke, dancing away and grinning brightly.

"Kisuke used to train with Yoruichi," drawled Shunsui, from his seat next to Jyuushiro, the captain of the Thirteenth having chosen to sit out. "She's wickedly fast."

"She also cheats shamelessly," called Jyuushiro, making Kisuke grin.

"It's only cheating if you get caught. If you win, it's a novel strategy," replied the blonde.

Grimmjow growled and took off after the boy, bringing his bokken down in a blow that would have been bruising had it connected. It didn't. At the last instant Kisuke twisted his body, evading the blow and using his new position to strike yet again at Grimmjow's exposed back. A moment later he was out of the Arrancar's reach once more. "Missed me," he taunted. Grimmjow grinned wickedly, tossing aside his sword and bridging the distance between them in an instant to slap the boy on the back, staggering him.

"Gotcha," retorted Grimmjow with a grin, sticking out his tongue.

Kisuke looked offended for a second before he broke out laughing and rushed at Grimmjow, causing the Arrancar to leap aside. A moment later they were off, chasing each other around the training grounds, throwing taunts at one another and laughing.

"Go play, I can see you want to," Jyuushiro murmured to Shunsui, seeing the childish delight in his eyes at the game so very like their own. Shunsui gave him a grateful smile and a quick kiss on the cheek before he was off.

Both Grimmjow and Kisuke watched as the captain of the Eighth set aside his sword and picked up a bokken, neither looked eager to have him join in the game, but neither objected either. Grimmjow took the first swipe at him and Kisuke watched with interest. The older man was fast with a large step, but he couldn't turn as quickly as him or Grimmjow.

The two older men traded blows as Kisuke watched them both carefully. It was obvious that neither considered a human much of a threat. He was smaller - only slightly, but it was enough - and weaker than them. He was also smarter, he thought with amusement. He waited for a break in the two men's pattern of break, attack, break and then he moved.

Kisuke darted in at Shunsui's left flank, twisting abruptly and smacking Grimmjow before stealing Shunsui's hat and running. Both men yelped and were after him in an instant, making him laugh and grin. "Too slow," he taunted, turning and slipping between the two as they tried to follow him, their momentum carrying them past him and for a few critical feet.

He wove and dodged between them, gray eyes bright and relaxing into the game. He lengthened his stride, settling into a ground-eating pace that felt wonderful. It was just him, no Urahara, no loss of control - only him, he realized. He stole a glance back at his pursuers and smirked before planting his sword and using it to swing around and reverse course. Shunsui and Grimmjow cursed and tried to follow, but neither was light enough for that trick.

Shunpo carried Shunsui in front of him and Kisuke grimaced, twisting and taking a blow across his shoulder. Grimmjow grabbed the hat from him with a triumphant cry and turned to flee. He got only a few feet before a dark shape darted in and stole the hat, making Grimmjow roar in outrage and Shunsui shout to Jyuushiro about fair play.

"I'm still out," replied the other man with a smile. "I believe Yoruichi has found us."

"Yoruichi," breathed Kisuke, skidding to a halt as something fluttered in his chest - so many feelings, so many conflicting emotions. Love, loyalty, joy, anguish, resentment, hatred. He fell to his knees, eyes wide and body trembling as he tried to stem the flow - or at least make sense of it all. He loved her, she was his dearest friend, and he hated her just as much, she was family and family always hit the hardest - because they knew where it hurt.

Ichigo loved him and believed in him, made him want to be the man Ichigo thought he could be. Yoruichi knew what he was. She stood by him, trusted him, but she never let him forget what he was either.

Reiatsu, soft and gentle, brushed over him, offering comfort. He drew it in, his eyes drifting closed as it caressed his cheek and something deep inside told him that everything would be all right. He opened his eyes and wondered for a second if maybe he had taken a blow to the head because the world was cast in a shimmering silver-blue glow before the energy shifted and the world returned to normal.

"Kitten? Kitten?" pressed Grimmjow instantly at his side, a rumbling growl in his chest as he searched for someone to blame and eviscerate for the sin of upsetting him.

A big hand drew back to slap him when he didn't respond, but was caught by a pale hand with an iron grip. Reiatsu flared and blue eyes met brown. "I don't think that will be necessary," murmured Jyuushiro, kneeling to catch his eyes. "Kisuke? Kisuke, are you alright?"

He nodded, not trusting his throat to words. "Told you bastards this was a bad idea," muttered Grimmjow tugging him up and dragging him to a rock.

"He's all right. Ichigo would be here out for bloody vengeance if he wasn't," murmured Yoruichi, alighting gracefully next to him, the hat on her head.

Shunsui grabbed his hat, giving them all a mournful look as he tried to resettle it.

"You're still doing it wrong," Kisuke heard himself say wearily. Four pairs of eyes regarded him with curiosity. "You'll never fool anyone that way. The corners of your mouth still tilt upwards," he went on. Grimmjow wrapped a protective arm around his shoulders and glared at the three Shinigami captains while shooting him worried looks. "I'm not insane. Well, not any more than I ever was," he snapped defensively, feeling tears welling.

Grimmjow grabbed him in an awkward embrace, rubbing his cheek against Kisuke's hair, a soft rumble coming from his chest. A pale, delicate hand touched his shoulder and drew his eyes to Jyuushiro's kindly smiling face. "Of course you aren't."

"I still wouldn't call you entirely right in the head, but you aren't nuts," muttered Yoruichui, reaching out to ruffle his hair. Grimmjow jerker him away from her, the soothing purr going to a warning growl.

"I don't think the kitty wants to share, Yoru-chan," laughed Shunsui, reaching out to scratch gently behind Grimmjow's ear. Kisuke nearly giggled as the Arrancar allowed the touch for a moment before scowling and snapping at the captain of the Eighth.

"Quit flirting. You aren't fooling anyone," snorted Yoruichi.

Kisuke glanced between merry and knowing brown eyes, to dark eyes filled with amusement and finally to annoyed blue eyes, reading them all. Clearly Yoruichi had forgotten who she was dealing with. Grimmjow wouldn't have been the first person to end up between the captain of the Eighth and Thirteenth. The very idea of it though... "Eeeeww! No! Not going there! Ew!" he cried, struggling out of Grimmjow's embrace to glare between Jyuushiro and Shunsui. Shunsui was chuckling and Jyuushirp's smile was decidedly amused and Kisuke decided that someone really needed to invent mental bleach because - well, just no!

He whacked Yoruichi's shins with his bokken, earning a startled yelp. "Look what you did! And just....Eeeew!"

Jyuushiro chuckled. "I would suggest we continue with our game, since the current topic seems to be upsetting Kisuke," he murmured, plucking Shunsui's hat from his head.

Kisuke glared at him for a moment, gray eyes meeting brown. "No details. Ever," he snapped, grabbing the hat and receiving the tiniest of nods from Jyuushiro as he trotted back onto the field.

Shunsui gave his lover a put upon smile. "Was it really necessary to give him my hat?"

"Would you like a seventeen year-old Kisuke annoyed with you?"

"Good point."

"Are we playing or not?" growled Kisuke and three figures obediently returned to the field.
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