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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: Remyjames, eighteen years means she started about 2 years after Urahara died and one year before Kisuke was born. And if Ichigo got wind of how long Orihime had been selling them out, she would be splattered over three continents.

You know that nothing says love like another chapter of Demonstration, Irana. *Grin* And I'm really glad you enjoyed the little ficlet.

Quincy porn is coming, Phoenix.

And it was pointed out to me that Shadow does tend to cover a lot of pairings and a lot of people, I know this is a bit off-putting for some so I would like to thank everyone who sticks it out through pairings and people that aren't their favorites. Thank you and I hope you enjoy.

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"What. Did. You. DO!?!?" ground out Grimmjow, turning on Yoruichi, his posture stiff and his whole body shaking as he tried to restrain himself from ripping out her throat long enough to find out what she had done to his kitten. After that...all bets were off. In fact, after that he was looking forward to smashing her face in.

No one upset his kitten and lived.

But first he had to know what she had done so he could fix it.

"I didn't do anything," retorted Yorichi. "I just teased him a little and he exploded. And I'm not the one who has been hovering over him. Hell, you're probably smothering the poor kid."

Grimmjow roared in fury and lunged at the dark-haired woman. How dare she criticize how he handled his own fucking kitten! It had been him who'd soothed the brat's hurts and kept him calm when the predator danced too near the surface and frightened him. This noble bitch had no right to pass judgment over how he handled his kitten.

Yoruichi leapt to the side and the Arrancar's fist drove into the wall hard enough to leave a hole six inches deep. The miss didn't faze the former Espada and he whirled to continue his attack, fangs bared and claws extended.

"What the fuck is going on?" snarled Ichigo, stumbling out of Abarai and Ishida's rooms looking rumpled and stinking of sex.

Shunsui yelled for Jyuushiro to help him with Grimmjow as the blue-haired man pressed his attack on Yoruichi. The two captains lunged for the Arrancar, one grabbing each arm and pulling him away from Yoruichi. The enraged howl of feline outrage reverberated through the corridor, deafening them all for a moment. Grimmjow snarled at the two Shinigami, hissing and spitting, before remembering that at least one of the people in the hallway would be one his side. "The kitten," he snapped, as the captains of the Thirteenth and Eighth tried to twist his arms behind his back.

"Kisuke?!?" yelped Kurosaki, instantly awake and suddenly far more menacing. Grimmjow felt a dark smile tug at his lips. He might not have liked the son of a bitch, but even he would freely admit that Kurosaki could fight and that he took the kitten's well-being seriously.

Power crackled, silver and malevolent as the air began to stir and Grimmjow felt the hands holding him loosen as Shunsui and Jyuushiro braced for battle. Grimmjow ripped free of them, sending an elbow back into Ukitake's midsection, knocking the wind from him and sending him tumbling to the floor. Shunsui gave a quick cry before his lover gasped his assurances that he was fine. The blood staining his lips made a lie of the words though.

"What the fuck happened to Kisuke!?!" roared Kurosaki.

"He's fine, Ichigo. Just a little over excited," soothed Jyuushiro in a firm but calm voice, standing gingerly and moving cautiously toward the younger captain.

"She upset him," growled Grimmjow, glaring at Yoruichi and snapping at her. Shunsui grabbed a hold of him, keeping him from making another attempt at harming her. He snarled softly at the captain of the Eighth but made no move to get loose. He didn't care who hurt the stupid woman, just as long as she paid for upsetting his kitten. And if Kurosaki did it, all the better; he could be the one to get in trouble. Grimmjow gave a pleased rumble as golden-black eyes turned on Yoruichi.

"Ichigo," murmured Jyuushiro, a delicate hand landing on the younger man's shoulder and gently but firmly turning the young man away from Yourichi so that he could look him in the eyes. "You need to remain calm...for Kisuke's sake," pressed the captain of the Thirteenth.

He had been right, thought Grimmjow, the captain of the Thirteenth was one tricky bastard. He was playing the one card that was guaranteed to stop even Kurosaki in full battle cry. Brown eyes instantly cleared and Kurosaki suddenly looked strickened. "Is he alright? Was he hurt? What happened?" demanded the Vaizard glancing around for some sign of the kitten.

"He's fine. He's in his room. He was just a little upset and wanted to be alone. Grimmjow didn't take his insistence well," murmured Jyuushiro, the lie as smooth as silk and falling easily from his lips. Kurosaki was frowning and knocking on Kisuke's door an instant later. Energy crackled over his knuckles and hissed angrily at him. The kitten wasn't happy and he did not want for anyone to miss that fact.

"Kisuke? Kisuke, can I talk to you? Please," pleaded Kurosaki, reiatsu brushing over the ward. Power exploded into the hallway and Kurosaki was slammed into the far wall. Grimmjow found himself studying the door, impressed despite himself. Who knew his brat of a kitten was smart enough to rig something like that? And could the kid teach him? He had the wicked thought of watching Ulquiorra go flying and couldn't help but rumble in pleasure. The prissy Arrancar had been even worse, if it was possible, since he had started hanging around with the captain of the Sixth.

"Now what's he done?" demanded Hitsugaya Toushirou in a tired voice as he observed the chaotic state of the hallway. Grimmjow growled softly, sensing a slight being hurled at his kitten. The stupid Shinigami didn't realize how good they had it, he thought with a sour look for the growing assembly. Even he knew that an angry kitten could turn mayhem into an art form. He had once used Aizen's dais as a scratching post when newly brought across and he had loved to hide and pounce on unsuspecting passersby. So far, Kisuke had just been a little testy.

"Kisuke would just like some alone time," chuckled Shunsui, earning an annoyed sigh from the smaller captain.

"I don't need this. And I don't have time for it. Handle the human later, Ichigo. We have things to deal with and Urahara, or Mizuno, or whatever the hell he wants to be called isn't one of them," snapped Hitsugaya. All eyes turned to regard the younger man, reading the tension in his stance and the angry pulse to his normally placid reiatsu. Something had upset the young captain and he was in no mood to tolerate any other disruptions.

Grimmjow watched as all the Shinigami in the hall stiffened slightly, his instincts saying that something bad had happened. He took a sniff of air, trying to read the subtle information carried there, but it was no use. There were too many other people and too much energy and they filled the air with the stink of sweat and ozone. He growled softly and skilled fingers slid from his collar to behind his ear, rubbing softly and sapping the tension from his body almost against his will.

"Play nice, Kitty," came Shunsui's soft voice in his ear.

For a moment Ichigo looked like he wanted to argue, but duty prevailed over desire and he rose.

"Kisuke will be fine," murmured Jyuushiro softly and Ichigo sighed.

"Keep an eye on him," he pleaded with the pale haired noble. "I think something happened between us earlier and...and it might have been what upset him," admitted the redhead with a blush.

Grimmjow's eyes snapped to the Vaizard, a low snarl rising from the back of his throat. Mate or not, Kurosaki was not suppose to upset the kitten. Then again, the kitten was weird about him and more often than not upset himself where the redhead was concerned. Grimmjow didn't quite understand all the fuss when even the kitten admitted he had Urahara's memories and that the former Shinigami had come back to be with Kurosaki. He sighed as another wet discussion with the kitten loomed before him. Why did humans have to be so moist when upset?

"What the hell did you do to him? He nearly took my head off?" snapped Yoruichi.

"Deal with the human later, we need to see Arisawa, Ichigo. There are...facts that have come to light that you need to be aware of," growled Hitsugaya. Kurosaki nodded and took one last look at the kitten's door.

"Watch after him, Jyuushiro? Please," asked the redhead, his eyes pleading. Grimmjow cocked his head, watching the exchange and trying to understand how someone could be so vicious in battle and yet brought low by nothing more than a human boy in a temper. And how he had allowed the same thing to happen to him? At least his cub was a kitten and one that promised to be damned scary when he grew up, the Arrancar decided.

The captain of the Thirteenth gave the younger man an understanding smile and gently steered him toward Hitsugaya, who looked to be getting ever more twitchy. "We'll take good care of him, Ichigo. My word on it." The captain of the Fifth sighed but nodded and followed Hitsugaya as he marched off.

"Come along, Kitty. We'll get some breakfast and relax for a few hours; give your kitten a chance to calm down and get hungry," grinned Shunsui.

Grimmjow glanced between Shunsui's beaming smile and the crackling ward over Kisuke's door. Instinct said that no good could come from trusting that smile, but it didn't look like the kitten was going to be opening the door anytime soon. The choice was taken from him when Jyuushiro joined his lover and they began leading him down the hall. He struggled loose for a brief second to grab one of the guards stationed to the hallway, tossing him in front of the door and glaring menacingly at him. "He doesn't leave. You don't move. If the kitten isn't here when I get back I'm gonna beat ya to death with yer own fuckin' spleen."

Jyuushiro and Shunsui both chuckled as they reclaimed his arms and dragged him away from the wide-eyed, young Shinigami.
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