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Bullets and Blades	By : SunsetStarlight Category: Bleach > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2114 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Naka hated bath time. Babies dislike bathtime in general, but Naka had to endure extra shit that he had no patience for. So he'd squirm, scratch, bite, and slobber on his white-skinned uncle and then he'd cry. Shiro understood. He'd cry too if he had to sit still while someone put weird smelling goop on his hair every morning and most nights. And the colored contacts really had him throwing a fit, Shiro always had to promise to buy the tyke something outrageously expensive in order for him to sit still and quiet for that part. He hated doing it and usually left it to Ichigo to do, but with Ichi all beat up...
It wasn't fair to Naka that he had to suffer through something like that at just about every bath time that came along just because Ichi was being cowardly. Ichi was an intersexual, specifically one having PMDS (Persistant Mullerian Duct Syndrome). His body was male, but his inner body had a uterus and fallopian tubes. It was the one thing that Ichi hated about himself, no matter how many times Zan and Shiro told him it didn't matter.
As a kid, he'd always acted extra tough and independent to make up for feeling like a girl. He'd pretend to be completely oblivious and uninterested in girls, and when he found out that it was actually the boys that he liked, Ichi and Shiro were so close that everyone was sure that they were fucking eachother. Shiro had played it up for his twin's sake, never denying the accusations and rumors.
Shiro smiled in remembrance, switching on the wireless blow dryer. As he combed and quick dried his nephews orange hair, he let himself think back to the pivitol point of Ichigo's self image...
7 yrs. ago, Not so Random abandoned building
Ichigo and Shiro were slightly trembling with excitement. They've known all of their lives with Zan that he was the leader of a gang called the Vizards. There was always an annual meeting of the local gangs that Zan and his crew were the mediators of. This would be the first time that Zan had allowed them to tag along. There were two gangs besides them in Karakura. The Reapers: always claiming sophistication and justice. They'd have everyone believe that they were the messengers of god themselves with Yamamoto as the purest of saints. That old man had slaughtered more than his fair share of innocents and families in the name of justice. Claiming a good cause didn't make the blood any less red.
The Hollows & Espada: Just plain animals through and through, working beneath a man with the great intelligence to use their strength in the best of ways to always get what he wanted and to have the upper hand in any situation. Souske Aizen potrayed the general acceptence of what a good man looked, acted, and spoke like. His act allowed him to infiltrate the upper classes with ease, none ever the wiser that he was just another thug under those sincere brown eyes and charming smile. Still, the Hollows were just the grunts or the army so to speak. The Espada were the real threat, the Espada were the generals working directly beneath Aizen. They were ranked 0-9, nine being the weakest.
Ichigo and Shiro hadn't been allowed to really interact with any of the other gangs before now and this would be their first time spotting the Espada. Three chairs sat in a triangle in the middle of the room. There was no table in an attempt to prevent hidden weapons. Not that they couldn't hide them on their person, but if one decided to pull anything out at least the rest would see it. The old man Yamamoto was already in his seat, white shihakusho wrapped around his body and hands gripping a tall wooden cane. The tip of his white beard touched the floor and his eyes were closed. Twelve Reapers, the Captains, stood behind him.
Zan walked forward and took his seat, black leather trench coat swirling around his feet like shadow. Even inside the building he kept his sunglasses on. All of the Vizards were there since Ichigo and Shiro had accompanied them as well and no one would have to stay behind and watch them. Shinji and Kensei stood directly behind Zan and the twins stood close behind them so that they could get a good look.
Finally, Aizen and his bunch walked in unhurriedly. His brown hair was slicked back, a lock falling out of place and laying against his forehead. He simply smiled as he sat. Only two men stood at his back, his second in command, the snake-eyed Gin, and the Zero Espada Yammy. There were no Hollows. It was a great show of his arrogance, of which both twins had heard about. Aizen supposedly never brought more than two people with him as if none of the other gangs were a possible threat. It angered the members of both the Vizards and the Reapers because even though the purpose of the meeting was non-violence, the absence of what they felt was any real guard was insulting.
Aizen folded his hands in his lap and smiled.
"I have someone I would like alll of you to meet. I rarely show him to anyone or allow him in public because he is so volatile, but he insists that I am jailing him." He turned his head slightly to the left. "Come, Sexta."
Everyone watched closely, even Yamamoto opening his eyes, yet they could not see anyone other than Gin or Yammy.
"Get out of my damn way, Yammy, before I sever your fuckin' spine." A deep, rumbly voice growled.
Yammy just chuckled and stepped to the side, moving his wide body out of the way and letting the light hit the figure behind him as he stepped forward. And then Ichigo saw Grimmjow.
Ichigo had done a full body flush the first time Grimmjow had looked him over and grinned that feral grin. The fact that Ichigo had been 14 and Grimmjow had been 18 hadn't mattered to either of them, though Kaien was beyond pissed and let everyone know it. Ichigo had only dated Grimmjow a week once they became better acquainted before he started letting Grimm fuck him. And it was that first glimpse of him that made him fall in love. Shiro carried Naka into his room, dressed him in his pajamas, and tucked him into bed. The tyke's eyes were heavy as Shiro watched him strain to keep them open.
"Blue." Naka whispered. "Blue like Naka."
Shiro kissed him on the forehead before switching off the lamp light.
"Yeah," He whispered back. "Blue like Naka."
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