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CHAPTER 8
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I'm changing the way I spell Stark's name. I think Starrk looks better.
Onwards...
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Ichigo sat still as a statue as he tried to wrap his mind around all that he'd been told. He was still a bit confused about some things and he had every intention to clear the air, but the way Grimmjow was currently keeping him immobile with his penetrating stare, made it hard for him to do even the simplest of every day tasks...such as breathing.
His tongue seemed to be making love to the roof of his mouth and his heart was shaking faster than Shakira's hips. Ichigo didn't know what to do or say. Grimmjow had been the original of a whole mess of copies, so to speak. If that was the case, there was no wonder why he had been killing people. He'd probably been locked away and tested on for years at a time. Ichigo couldn't even begin to fathom what the blue-haired man had been through.
Grimmjow was scowling, glaring at Ichigo as if he'd committed a heinous crime. His straight nose was wrinkled across the bridge and his lips were twisting into a fantastic sneer. Normally, the bigger man would leer at him, so the change was drastic and a lot unnerving. Ichigo shifted in his spot on the uncomfortable, white, leather couch, tossing a look in the blond man's direction.
Urahara grinned cordially and if he noticed Grimmjow giving Ichigo the screw face, he didn't bother to comment on it. Urahara's paper fan slowly waved to and fro and Ichigo was getting impatient.
"So, what the hell does all of this mean? Why the hell am I here?" he inquired, eyebrows bunched in a tight ball.
Urahara lost his smile and his lips pressed into a thin line, "Kurosaki-san-" he started, but Ichigo finally noticed something he should have realized when he'd first been introduced to the man.
He leaped from the couch and pointed a finger at the dark-haired male standing beside Urahara, his eyes wide with recognition and disbelief. "You're that guy from Hueco Mundo!" he shouted, his voice hoarse and cracking. "You're the one that thinks he's a chick!"
The man, whose eyes had gone wide with surprise, jerked as if he'd been shot before his dark blue eyes narrowed into tiny little slits and he gave Ichigo a snooty glare, "I do not think that I am a chick," he spat, swiping a hand through his dark hair. His voice, though haughty, was also thoroughly indignant.
There was a smattering of loud laughter throughout the room, which made the man's spine stiffen as he turned his icy gaze to the others. The look was meant to intimidate them into silence, but only served to make them crow even louder. Ichigo suddenly felt bad for being the reason the dark-haired man had become the punchline of a joke.
"Ara, Uryuu-kun, it's ok," Urahara soothed. "We know your behavior was merely an act."
Uryuu's frown deepened and for one frightening moment, Ichigo thought the guy would draw his crossbow and start firing at random. Then, he remembered Uryuu didn't have any arrows to fire and gratefully allowed his tense muscles to relax.
"Ishida," Uryuu growled at Urahara before he folded his arms across his chest and effectively blocked out the world. He did, however, manage to send one last searing glare at Ichigo before he did so.
There was another uncomfortable silence from the others in the room, once the laughter died down. Ichigo opened his mouth to speak, but the shouji door slid back, revealing a medium height, mocha-skinned woman with wide, golden, feral eyes and long violet hair, tied up in a high ponytail. Her grin was wide and mischievous and her clothes were tight and scandalous. Ichigo felt his eyes widening and wasn't sure if it was from intimidation or admiration.
She swept into the room, her moves graceful and catlike and went to stand near Halibel, who Ichigo was just noticing had a tiny smile creasing her lips. But back to the new woman's clothing. She wore...Ichigo was unsure of how to describe it. What looked like back leggings, clung to her shapely legs, wide gashes running up the sides, a skin-tight, sleeveless, black top hugged her more than ample breasts, the "V" at the neck, dipping down to below her navel. Both her arms were covered from wrist to just above the elbow with white leg warmers and wrapped with thin, black bands.
She was frighteningly sexy and reminded him of Catwoman.
"Ah! Yoruichi-san!" Urahara greeted cheerfully and the violet-haired woman turned those owlish eyes in his direction. Ichigo shuddered, getting unmistakably dangerous vibes from her.
"Kisuke," she acknowledged in a husky, feminine rumble. Her teeth glinted in the light and Ichigo realized Grimmjow wasn't the only one with super-scary canines.
Speaking of Grimmjow...
Ichigo peered at him from the corner of his eye and was disappointed to see the man still glaring at him as if he had killed his puppy. He didn't know what had occurred to cause Grimmjow to look like the mere sight of Ichigo disgusted him, but he supposed now wasn't the time to figure that out.
"Kurosaki-san, you need something to eat," Urahara stated, his attention switching over from the Yoruichi woman.
Ichigo agreed with a short nod as his stomach growled loudly again. Urahara nodded in return and left the room, Ishida following behind him like a shadow and leaving Ichigo in a room full of strange people. The tension seemed to skyrocket as he felt all eyes turn to him and with the way they stared, he was certain he would soon be engulfed in flames.
He cleared his throat and let his eyes roam the room. Every. Single. Last. Person, was staring at him, just as he'd suspected. Deciding to break the ice, he tentatively cleared his throat again, "So, do any of you know why I'm here?" he asked.
He noticed all of the room's occupants exchanging glances (all except Grimmjow, who was still giving him excellent glare) before the brunet, gray-eyed, former orderly took the reins.
"Yeah," he answered shortly and Ichigo gave him a deadpan stare as if to let him know he hoped that wasn't all he intended to say. The man cracked an itty-bitty smirk and continued. "Dr. Grantz and Mayuri had you kidnapped and transformed into one of us."
Ichigo felt ice glide across his insides as that statement sunk in.
One of them?
Kami, he hoped that didn't mean what he thought it did.
He squirmed and shot daggers at his bare feet. This wasn't good. Not even a little. His head lifted and he locked eyes again with the man that had spoken. "What're your names?" he queried.
They did the glance exchanging thing again before the same man started with the introductions, "Starrk Coyote. Former orderly at Hueco Mundo and working for Doragon no Chikara," he said, his voice lazy.
A soft snort emanated from his left and Ichigo's eyes were drawn to Captain Jiruga. He was eyeing Ichigo with much amusement, a tilted grin on his face and his slanted, violet eye twinkling devilishly. "Nnoitra Jiruga. I sure as hell ain't no fuckin' pirate," he drawled and Shirosaki sent him a confused glance.
"Whatcha talkin' bout, Stick?" the albino questioned, pale head tilted.
Before Nnoitra could answer, Starrk jumped in, "Kurosaki-san here only knew Nnoitra as Captain Jiruga, if I recall correctly. Pirate captain, extraordinaire." his deep voice rumbled. Nnoitra made scary eyes at Starrk, but the brunet only grinned and went on, "Yeah, you didn't like me there either," he finished offhandedly.
Nnoitra growled and would've launched from his seat, but the giant to his left stuck his enormous arm out and kept him in place. Ichigo turned to the giant, who was eyeing Nnoitra carefully, "Calm down," he commanded, voice deep but soft.
Nnoitra sneered and swatted the man's arm away before collapsing back into his seat and crossing his arms over his chest. Ichigo could almost smell the frustration coming from the tall, skinny man. Shirosaki lifted an ash-white brow and grinned, his mouth opening to form a remark, but Nnoitra interrupted with a deep snarl, "Say somethin' an' I'll burn yer nuts off."
Shirosaki shut up after that.
All attention went to the giant when he cleared his throat and looked with interest at Ichigo, "Sado Yasutora, former-"
Recognition hit Ichigo like a brick, "OH!" he shouted gleefully, "Chado!"
The giant opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it and tried again, "How is that even possible?" he settled with. "I just told you my name and you still got it wrong."
Ichigo frowned when a ripple of laughter floated through the room...at his expense. "I just said your name!" he argued, unknowingly sinking further into the role of idiot.
"...Nevermind. Former orderly of Hueco Mundo, working for Doragon no Chikara."
Ichigo huffed irritably as his eyes moved to the next person speaking. He knew for a fact that he'd gotten Chado's name right, so he didn't know why he was making a big deal out of nothing. "Kenpachi Zaraki," The Villain stated, his voice deep and menacing, "Former orderly of Hueco Mundo, workin' for the blond idiot."
"Oi! I'm blond!" Shin-chan snapped, obviously unappreciative of the generalization.
Kenpachi gave a serrated grin, "Are ya an idiot?" he asked calmly.
"No!"
"Then shut the fuck up."
Ichigo covered his mouth with the back of his hand, smothering an abrupt chuckle. He hadn't been expecting that and obviously neither had Shin-chan. His face was pinched into a tight frown, like he'd been sucking on lemons.
"Fuck you," he grumbled, throwing his arms over his chest in a petulant manner.
Kenpachi just continued to grin wolfishly, his gray eye roaming over Ichigo's body like a scope.
"Toshiro Hitsugaya. Call me Hitsugaya," was all the short, white-haired, taichou guy offered. Ichigo nodded, taking in the intense look radiating from the smaller man.
Ichigo glanced over at Inoue and arched a brow, making her smile light up the room as she rubbed the back of her head nervously, "Aha," she giggled. "Kurosaki-kun, I-I guess I don't need to introduce myself."
Ichigo frowned as he shook his head in the negative, "No, but it'd be nice to know why you're here," he stated blandly.
"Tits is a witch!" Shirosaki blurted as if he could no longer contain himself. Ichigo grinned, but kept his attention on the blushing, red-haired girl.
"Shirosaki-kun!" she scolded for the umpteenth time that evening. "I'm not a witch! I'm a healing agent," she corrected, her elegant, orange brows scrunched in frustration.
"Yeah, whatever. All I know is, I pass out stabbed like a pincushion, then wake up an' POOF! No more hole in mah side!" the albino explained enthusiastically, pointing at his left side. "An' there ya were, hoverin' over me wit' yer hands out an' some weird, orange light glowin' aroun' me," he continued, finally taking a seat on the floor near Nnoitra.
Ichigo smiled as he watched the two interact. Inoue had her hands full with Shirosaki, apparently. He refused to not call the girl "Tits". It was pretty fucking funny, actually. They continued to lightly bicker until silence again reigned. Ichigo didn't know what the cause was at first, but soon figured it out. He had been giving Halibel the meanest stink eye he could manage, when the noise level evened out to nothing. He glanced around and realized that all eyes were on him and Halibel. She was staring back, her clear, green eyes neutral, face blank.
"So, what the fuck?" Ichigo asked, exasperated and fed up with being stared at.
Halibel arched a perfectly sculpted, blonde brow, "Why am I here?" she said and it sounded more like a statement than a question.
Ichigo answered her anyway, just in case, "Yeah. I mean, considering you're one of the people that kidnapped me and all."
The Yoruichi woman snickered into her hand, her wide eyes glowing as she focused that piercing gaze on him, "He doesn't know anything, does he?" she inquired and not only did Ichigo flush furiously, but he frowned deeply.
"No one's telling me anything, either!" he snapped defensively.
Yoruichi grinned and opened her mouth to comment again, but Halibel held her hand up in a "halt" gesture. A miniscule frown pulled between Yoruichi's brows as she turned and gave the blonde woman a puzzled look. Halibel's eyes never left Ichigo's face as she lowered her hand, "I was a mole for Urahara. My task was to infiltrate Dr. Grantz's forces and attain any information that would be of use to our organization," she answered, throaty voice a flat monotone.
Ichigo was still wary of her. She gave him the chills, even if she was supposedly a good guy. He huffed in annoyance and turned away from her, his actions drawing an amused giggle from Yoruichi.
Now came the sticky part.
Ichigo took peeks at the remaining figures in the room, the hairs on the back of his neck slowly standing at attention due to the sinister grin coming from Shirosaki. It was enormous, stretching the width of his nearly translucent face, completely giving Ichigo the creeps. He didn't know what it was about the albino, but it rubbed him the wrong way.
"Ne, ne, yer Six's lil' chew toy," Shirosaki told him, his watery voice amused.
Ichigo instantly hedged, his back stiffening at the man's words. He was no one's fucking chew toy, let alone Grimmjow's. Although, Ichigo would have to say, the way Grimmjow was mean-mugging him, he sort of felt like a chew toy. Shaking the sensation off, he sneered at Shirosaki, who, oddly, reminded Ichigo of himself, only a much pastier version. "I'm not his fucking chew toy!" he snapped, eyes lit with upset.
Shirosaki gave a silvery chuckle, the sound floating around the room like a ghost. "If ya say so," he absently mumbled. "Well, I ain't no member of ole blondie's gang, but mah name's Shirosaki! Shape shifter, at yer service! Nice ta meet ya," he went on to exclaim, a flash of his blue-black tongue being seen.
Ichigo hardly knew where to start or what to say. Shirosaki had the attention span of a toddler, with the matching energy to boot. He was so busy considering the enigmatic albino that what the man had just revealed, slipped his mind...for about five seconds.
"Shape shifter?" Ichigo blurted. He knew the general meaning because he was an avid fan of anime and manga, but to hear such a term used in everyday life wasn't exactly what he'd call usual.
"Ah," Shirosaki answered with a short nod.
Before Ichigo could go on to question him further, Shirosaki closed his eyes and the air around him shimmered and wavered before Ichigo was suddenly staring into the face of...well...himself. He stared at the being that had once been an albino, but was now a carbon copy of himself, from the bright orange locks, down to his brown eyes and freckled cheeks.
Fucking hell.
"What the crap?" Ichigo blurted, his eyes comically wide and his hands fisting at his sides.
The Ichigo copy smirked, "I c'n shift forms," he remarked.
Ichigo blanched at the sound of his own voice coming from a different person. He was about to protest when the air around Shirosaki shimmered again and he was himself once more. Ichigo's shoulder's relaxed from their task of bunching together and becoming one huge knot of tension.
"Don't ever do that again," he grumbled and Shirosaki stuck out his dark tongue at him.
"I c'n do whatever I want, Strawberry-san."
"Oi, fu-" Ichigo started, his skin prickling with fury, but Shin-chan interrupted.
"Arguin' wit' 'im is useless," he deadpanned.
Ichigo stared at the blond and sensed the unmistakable feeling that he was right. Case and point: Inoue. Ichigo huffed again and sucked his teeth before stating, "I'm assuming your name isn't really Shin-chan."
Shin-chan's back stiffened and his eyes flashed, "Shinji. Hirako. Call me 'Shin-chan' and I'll kill ya," he growled. Ichigo nodded, inwardly cackling like mad. He wondered what Shinji would think if he'd known he'd been referring to him in his head the whole time as Shin-chan.
"Fine. So you have a super power too?" Ichigo asked, getting back on track.
Shinji smirked, "It ain't a 'super power', baka. It's an ability," he corrected and Ichigo shrugged carelessly.
"It all means the same to me."
Shinji shook his head exasperatedly, his blond bob swaying slightly. He was giving Ichigo a look that a parent would give a wayward child that didn't know any better. "Yeah, I got one," he stated and his tone of voice clearly read "don't ask".
Ichigo quirked his lips and nodded, not really interested in trying to gain information the man so obviously wasn't willing to share. Green Eyes drew his attention next, even though he hadn't done anything. Ichigo just supposed he would go in order of appearance.
Besides, he already knew about Grimmjow.
Too much, in his opinion.
Then again, not enough, really.
"Ulquiorra Schiffer," Green Eyes stated, finality ringing with the introduction.
He didn't even get a chance to ask the guy if he had an ability and even if he did, he wasn't sure Ulqui...whatever. Green Eyes. He wasn't sure if Green Eyes was in a sharing kind of mood. Ichigo was just about to turn away, when what appeared to be bolts of lightening flashed in those emerald green eyes, illuminating them like a neon back-drop. His mouth fell open, but Green Eyes didn't even blink, let alone make a move.
Had he just imagined that?
No. No fucking way.
He gave himself more credit than that.
"Tha's all of us. Guess ya don' need Six ta interduce hisself," Shirosaki taunted from his spot on the floor beside Nnoitra.
Ichigo momentarily forgot the phenomenon he'd just witnessed and sneered at the albino that was clearly mocking him in a room full of near strangers. "You got a problem with me or something?" he ground through clenched teeth.
Shirosaki arched a chalky brow and gave him that insane grin, "Whatcha talkin' 'bout, Strawberry-san? Jus' givin' the facts."
Ichigo started to retort, but the wind left his sails as he realized that Shirosaki was right. Since they all seemed to know each other already, it would be logical that they knew about his confrontations with the blue-haired menace. Rubbing the back of his head sheepishly, he lowered himself to the couch and contemplated his current situation.
He had been kidnapped and used as a guinea pig for Dr. Grantz and his partner, Mayuri. Apparently, a man with more power pulled the strings from the background. Tidy little position, that was. Ichigo wondered if he'd ever seen the guy before and just hadn't paid him any mind or something.
Then, there was Urahara, who had been the man's partner, but jumped ship when the man started abusing his power. Urahara started his own organization to keep tabs on the man and his two scientists, in the process creating a few beings with abilities as well. Ichigo frowned. What was the difference between Urahara's enhancements and Dr. Grantz's and Mayuri's experiments? Weren't they essentially the same?
Ichigo lifted his head, his gaze going to Starrk, "What makes the enhancements Urahara performs right? Isn't it the same as what Dr. Grantz and that Mayuri guy are doing?" he quizzed.
Starrk gave him a small smirk, his full lips turning up in the corners ever so slightly, "Urahara gets permission first. He lets us know we're in the water before we start to drown."
Ichigo chuckled a bit at the man's metaphor, but could see how that made a significant difference. If the people being enhanced gave their permission, then there was nothing wrong about it, other than the fact that it felt, strangely, like a manga. Ichigo slipped back into his thoughts, his brain feeling heavy and full of questions.
For instance...
"Wh-when you said Dr. Grantz transformed me into one-one of you, what did you mean exactly? I have an ability too, now?" he asked Starrk, considering the man the official spokesperson while Urahara was out of the room.
Starrk shrugged through a huge yawn, his broad shoulders rolling gracefully, "Mm, perhaps. Ya gotta ask Urahara. He knows more about that than I do."
Ichigo wrinkled his nose, disappointed and dissatisfied.
Well, fuck.
Movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention and he turned in time to see Grimmjow stepping forward, his hands shoved into his pants pockets, a deep scowl pulling his brows into a downward arc. His stunning blue eyes were nearly glowing with intensity as he gave Ichigo a look that could blister paint. Ichigo shifted on the couch, his comfort level steadily declining.
Not that it was at an all-time high to begin with.
Grimmjow stopped a few feet away from him and he gulped, trying not to show how nervous he was at the bigger man's proximity. Then again, it really wouldn't matter since Grimmjow could read his thoughts.
"What the fuck is goin' on in yer head, Ichigo?" the blue-haired man asked, his voice deep and terrifying. Ichigo went completely still.
What?
There were two things wrong with that question.
One: Ichigo could remember the other man calling him by his given name ONCE since he'd met him.
Two: Why didn't Grimmjow already know what was going on in his head?
"Wh-wha?" he stuttered, his utter confusion shining through.
"I only get snippets a'what yer thinkin'. I don' like it," Grimmjow grumbled, his brow scrunching even more.
Ichigo didn't know how to respond. Had he somehow found a way to block his thoughts from Grimmjow? Nah, he doubted it. That left only one option and the thought of it chilled his blood. Dr. Grantz and his buddy, Mayuri had successfully done something to him.
Ichigo, totally disregarding the irate man before him, jumped to his feet and glanced around wildly. "I-I need a mirror!" he blurted.
Eyes stared at him blankly and just as he thought he would have to ask (more like yell) again, Inoue pointed to a corner of the room, where a full-body mirror was affixed to the wall. He flew over to it and immediately lifted his shirt, ignoring the mutterings from the other occupants of the room. His eyes traveled desperately over his torso.
He noticed three things.
There were no marks from the leads that had been attached to his body.
After a bit of twisting and contorting, he managed to see that there wasn't even a mark left behind from the needle Mayuri had stuck in his side.
Lastly, his entire upper body appeared more defined than he remembered.
He felt like Peter Parker the morning after the spider bite. His pectorals and abdomen were chiseled and rock-hard, whereas before, he'd been out of shape and just barely toned. He wanted to pull off his pants and check out the rest of his body, but studiously decided against it. Not only was he in a room full of strangers (sort of), but he remembered the harassment he had undergone at the hands of a certain blue-haired bundle of insanity and frankly, he wasn't in a hurry to endure anymore.
Not right now, anyway.
He turned to the side and studied the curves of his latissimus dorsi muscles, sloping from underneath his raised arm and grinned.
He had muscles.
Shit, he hadn't had muscles like this since high school.
Lost in his musings, he didn't notice the danger lurking in his peripheral until a split second before Grimmjow had a hand wrapped securely around his throat, but, obviously, by then it was too late. Ichigo was forced against the wall, panic gripping him as he stared into endless blue.
"Why can' I hear you?" Grimmjow snarled, larger frame pressing against him.
There was a bit of shuffling as a few others in the room climbed to their feet, ready to take action if things got out of hand.
Ichigo frowned into the man's face, his upper lip curling back as the fear he felt was smothered. It seemed like a switch had been flipped in his brain, telling him to fight and defend himself, so he brought his right hand up, grasped Grimmjow's wrist and squeezed. In the back of his mind, he knew the attempt would be futile, but anger and self-preservation flooded those thoughts.
Amazingly, Grimmjow gritted his teeth and wrinkled his nose before his hand fell away from Ichigo's throat. Ichigo adjusted his shirt and shifted into a fighting stance that baffled him. He had no idea what he was doing, but the movements felt second-nature. Grimmjow growled and lunged forward, arm outstretched. For about half a second, Ichigo felt his body freeze under Grimmjow's telekinesis, but in the next instant, he was free. He saw the blue-haired man's actions in slow motion, it seemed, because the next thing he knew, his hand had shot up and grabbed Grimmjow's forearm. He twisted it upwards and in the blink of an eye, ended up behind the taller man, shoving him roughly against the mirror.
Ichigo felt his eyes go wide as he realized he had just successfully subdued a man that had previously been able to do whatever he pleased with him because of his superior strength. He glanced up and saw Grimmjow glaring at him over his shoulder, even though his face was pressed against the glass of the mirror. The once lively room was now dead silent, all eyes riveted to Ichigo.
He didn't know what to do. He was afraid to let Grimmjow go, knowing the man was beyond pissed and very capable of causing him harm, but then again, after what just occurred, maybe he wasn't. Fortunately, he didn't have to find out the hard way because Urahara chose that moment to saunter back into the room. Ichigo witnessed his arrival in the mirror and had to tamp down a sigh of relief.
"Ah, trouble already?" the blond man asked cheerfully, his voice even and unconcerned.
Ishida was at his side again, but this time there was another person with them. A short, dark-haired girl with a very odd bang and huge, somber eyes stood to the side, carrying a tray filled with several assortments of food. The smell drifted over to Ichigo and his stomach growled loudly, dwarfing the rumbling agitation coming from the man in front of him.
"Shit, that smells good," he mumbled wistfully, his eyes sliding shut.
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