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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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Binding Bone
The BATT-S was one of the most comfortable and warm places he'd ever laid his head down. It wasn't because of the space or the smooth relaxing hum of the engine. It was because his two favorite people were curled up on his chest, orange and white tickling his nose. He could have purred, but that would have alerted Ichigo whose brown glazed eyes were heavy lidded. Shiro's eyes were already closed and he was making little sighs like a sleeping puppy. Grimmjow ran his hand through the strands of orange hair, making Ichigo's nose scrunch up a little and curl his body closer while he closed his eyes completely. Ichigo was tough, strong, and resilient but he wasn't made for the kind of life they were about to live. He needed to be somewhere safe with a field of wild flowers and sunshine. The idea may seem strange or unrealistic, but the blue haired man actually owned such a place. A retreat of sorts, when he wanted to go out on his own and live within nature.
Shuuhei and Renji were in the front with Abarai driving. Usually Grimmjow would drive his own shit, but the two bodyguards wanted to look for their charge. They said that if he was still alive, there was only one place that he would go and the orange head had demanded that Grimmjow help them. So if the guy was still alive, that would be one life crossed off of Ichigo's 'Needs Saving' list. They'd probably end up going to his sanctuary in the forest and waiting for word from the boss; he didn't want too many strangers in his territory. Not even Shiro knew about that house in the forest, only the boss did. Urahara had even encouraged him to have a private place for just him….just like he'd encouraged his Baby Shi to get a cock piercing. Grimmjow grunted in displeasure, making both teenagers frown in their sleep. He hated the thought of Shiro marring his body with piercings and tattoos. Not that he had seen any ink, but one thing always led to another.
"So, Jaegerjaques." Renji murmured. "Tell me about your past. Where did you come from?"
"Nosy red bastard." Grimmjow replied, but not with any anger. He didn't remember enough of his past to get angry about telling someone about it. "I don't come from anywhere. No mother and no father. I was five when Ichi's uncle found me and Shiro."
"Five? You should remember something, Jaegerjaques. You didn't just fall from the sky at five years old with a kid in your arms."
Grimmjow thought back. He didn't particularly like to think back. There was always this misty space filled with pain and anger, and maybe a little fear. Of course, he used to tell Shiro that their mother had been a beautiful princess with cloud white skin, sky blue eyes, and long blue hair. He'd told Shi lots of stories like that and the thing was that the stories always ended with death. Grimmjow had always told Shi how beautiful and kind she was and then that she was dead. Their father in the stories was always strong and powerful, but he would never come to get them. He'd stopped telling stories to Shiro when Urahara had found them and then he would just have the nightmares. Ichigo had been the first bright thing he'd ever truly looked at and he'd instantly fallen in love. He beat the orange haired kid up first and made him submit, and then he beat up other kids to show that he was strong. He'd always acted that way, like some kind of animal and Ichigo had responded to his antics accordingly.
"Maybe I did, Red. Maybe I did."

Toshiro held tightly to the trunk of the tree, rough bark cutting into his skin and making little scratches. This also created blood, which fueled the frenzy beneath him. After he'd lost his two bodyguards, the white-haired boy had run for his life. He was very quick and agile, and had managed to avoid being grabbed or bitten by the creatures who'd taken over the town. Even so, his speed did not discourage them from chasing him so he'd ran to the forest and climbed one of the trees all the way almost to the top. The trunk was thinner there and weaker but he was light and his weight didn't put much strain on it. At the moment, the creatures were banging on the tree trying to knock it down and making it sway. They'd tried climbing, but the tree limbs were too dense for them to make any leeway.
That had been hours ago. It was completely dark out now, the eyes of the monsters gleaming with a red sheen. The tree was an old one, for which he was thankful. Its roots were deep in the earth and held strong against all of the pounding and pushing. His stomach had long since given up growling, but he still had to suffer the empty, gnawing of unsatisfied hunger. Toshiro's arms were thin with corded muscle but his grip was slipping bit by bit as the hours and minutes passed. The chill wind had stopped blowing and had left the air stale and humid. Every breath he took tasted like sickness and blood. The howls and cackles of the creatures with the bone faces were loud in his ears as well as the screams of the dying and mutilated.
All he could do was hope that he would eventually be able to get down and try to find Renji and Shuuhei. He knew that they believed him dead. He would have believed it too if he had been in their position. They'd been on their way to a meeting with his esteemed grandfather, Yamamoto Genryusai, and once they had arrived they'd found nothing but those monstrous creatures. Renji had taken grabbed his hand and dragged him back out of the mansion, Shuuhei providing cover fire behind them while Renji handled the front. Their aim had been to get back to the car and drive away, but his old and privileged grandfather had many servants living in his home. The car was useless as the monsters were surrounding it and had mostly surrounded them.
Shuuhei had used a grenade from Kami knows where to make an opening. They ran through the smoke and off of the extensive grounds. They'd mostly gotten away before the horrible thing happened. Renji and Shuuhei were long legged and he was only 4'4 and the inevitable happened as they pulled him along. He tripped. They were soon swarmed from all sides and the creatures had overrun him. His loyal body guards had shot and fought, trying to get to him, but in the end they had to run to save their own lives. Toshiro had used his training and hit various pressure points on the bodies surrounding him until there was room to maneuver and then he'd evaded them easily and ran off. This brings him back to his current situation.
His large turquoise eyes were drooping at largely the same rate as his slipping grip and he was contemplating eating some leaves and bark or that fat green caterpillar inching along one of the branches near his face. The thought of it was disgusting but these were disgusting times…and that caterpillar was looking fat and juicy in the eyes of his barren stomach. A keening growling noise startled him and caused him to grip the trunk tighter and his eyes to flash wide open, adrenaline rushing through his body. It was the sound of a motor, something like a dirt bike. Loud cackling could barely be heard, twining with the growl of the motor and the screaming of a child. The creatures at the base of the tree froze at the sound and cocked their heads, looking further into the forest. Toshiro looked down as well and maneuvered his body so that he could see well. A large shadow came out of the forest like a black blur, the cackling and motor louder than ever. The monsters went to meet it, their own howling twining with the rest of the noise in a macabre battle song. Toshiro had the urge to cover his ears, but the knowledge that he would fall kept him from doing it. Shrieks followed, and the guttural sound of mutilated flesh and the thick, sharp smell of burning blood. Toshiro closed his eyes and pressed his face against the rough bark.
Soon all went quiet, including the motor, except for the cackling of an insane man and the elated screaming of a child. Toshiro opened his eyes into a slit and gazed down at the show. A large man, maybe seven feet tall and broad shouldered with masses of long muscle, stood beneath the tree with a large chainsaw in his hands and his head thrown back to let loose his insane laughter. A child was on his back, giggling along with him, patting the bell ornamented spikes the man called hair. Most of their faces were in shadow and all he could see was the impression and outline of their shadowed forms. The man finally calmed down and looked around, bells tinkling.
"Well, that was fun." His voice was like gravel in his throat. "But they didn't last long enough. Pathetic."
"I wonder why they were all around that tree, Kenny." Definitely a little girl's voice.
"I don't care." The man replied nonchalantly. "They're dead now." He shrugged his shoulders and brandished his chainsaw a bit. "Now let's go find some more."
"Yay, Kenny! More fun, more fun!"
Toshiro stared in shock as the man, Kenny, began to jog away carrying the girl on his back. He cursed to himself as he watched the other humans begin to fade away.
"WWWAAAAIITTT!" He yelled with all the air in his lungs. The man and girl faded away completely and the white haired boy almost gave into the urge to cry. His heart skipped a beat as the tall black blur came rushing back, bells tinkling with a vengeance as he searched around.
"Did you hear that, Yachiru?" The man asked.
"Up here." Toshiro yelled.
The man's head stopped turning.
"Huh?" He grunted.
"Up there, Kenny." The girl squealed. "There's a cute boy in the tree."
The man ran over and glanced up until he could see Toshiro clearly hanging onto the tree trunk for dear life.
"Hey, boy! Do you wanna fight me?"
"What?" Toshiro asked in shock. "No!"
"Eh." The man replied and turned around to leave.
"We can't just leave him, Kenny, he's another human and he can be my friend."
"Ahhh, fine." 'Kenny' lifted his chainsaw in his hands and turned back. "Do you want me to cut you down, kid?"
"No!" Toshiro yelled angrily. "That's barbaric and it would probably kill me. And I am not a kid! I would rather I dropped and you caught me."
The man grinned. "Now where's the fun in that? Fine. Fall, kid, I'll catch ya."
Toshiro closed his eyes and let go. It wasn't that hard to do, his body was already fatigued and he would have done anything to be able to get down that tree. Branches hit and scratched him on his way down, but in the end he was caught around the middle by a muscular arm knocking the remaining breath out of him. He gasped for breath as the man let him drop the rest of the way to the ground.
"Hi, I'm Yachiru and this is Kenny."
Toshiro opened his eyes to glare at the pink haired girl with the rosy cheeks and permanent smile. The man was frowning at him. He had a large scar on his face and an eye patch.
"The name is Kenpachi Zaraki, kid."
Toshiro stood and held an arm over his stomach.
"I am Toshiro Hitsugaya. Thank You for your assistance Kenpachi Zaraki. I had two body guards with me, could you help me find them?"
The pink haired girl, Yachiru, frowned at him.
"Kenny doesn't like to help people."
"Damn straight, kid. If you wanna find your friends, you'll have to do it on your own. If you want to come with me, then you do things my way."
Toshiro knew that he didn't have a chance at finding Renji and Shuuhei alone. He just had to hope that their training and skills would keep them alive until the day when he could see them again.
"Fine, I will go with you."
Kenpachi nodded. "Want to ride on my back?"
Toshiro blushed an alarming red and shook his head with vigor.
In the end, he ended up riding piggy back with Yachiru riding piggy back on him. He was sure they were a strange sight to behold.
"This is demeaning." He mumbled with another blush on his face.
Yachiru and Kenpachi cackled together and they were off, bells tinkling.
A/N: Sorry if it's too short, but I've been procrastinating. Now that I'm back in the swing of things, this should be getting updated quicker. I was going to have Toshiro stuck in the tree until Grimmjow and all found him up there half dead, but the image of a chainsaw wielding Kenpachi popped up in my head and it had to be done ;D
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