Two of a Kind

Review Replies- Anon: I always enjoy writing Kenpachi =D He's so much fun!
VioletEyes: Nope, he's going to be his usual scowling, cranky, cute self =D
Lynzee: Ichigo does seem to go through those sort of 'moods'... For someone who tries to not show what he feels, Ichigo sure is emotional.
BolognaAnChi: Now if Tite would just give me the rights to it, we'll make it a boy love series!
Aralaiqualasse: Oh don't worry, those who are patient will be *very* well rewarded. I just want to keep it more realistic and detailed than some of my other fics are.
kunitsu: Jirotoshi will very slowly become aware of his past life, it won't be an all at once kind of thing =D
Shinjichiro: heh, there will definitely be a lot of it, so I hope you do enjoy it.
industrialmidnight: Unfortunately it looks like it wasn't meant to be, but I will write a one shot for that pairing sometime =D
MasterAkira: Ichigo has a fairygodmother who is a yaoi fan. She fixes everything through smex! Aw, Ichi, are you sad about your mom? Poof! Here's a hot seme. I wish I had a fairygodmother like that...

I have decided NOT to include any StarrkxGrimmjow in this story because those who didn’t want it were very adamant about it. For those who did, I plan on writing a one shot with them not related to this story, so keep your eye out for it =)

Also, I plan on using Shiro, Jiro, and Jirotoshi interchangeably. Jirotoshi thinks of himself as Jirotoshi while Ichigo might think/say all three of them, depending on his mood.

I know this is a lot of author’s notes (there is more at the bottom) but I do this for those of you who may of questions or concerns. Anyways, for those still with me I want you to know that I do plan on keeping everyone in character. I always thought of Shirosaki (Jirotoshi) as being the cheerful type (whether faked or real) that is always grinning, smirking, laughing while still being (drop dead sexy) evil and malicious. The opposite of Ichigo, in other words. (Other then the drop dead sexy bit, both of them are absolutely gorgeous).

Beta’d by the fabulous Warrior Nun- thank you!

Two of a Kind: Chapter 5

Jirotoshi ignored the captain-level reiatsu that still remained in Hueco Mundo as he searched through what was officially labeled as Aizen’s “supply closet.” This was really an enormous room that Aizen used to store his toys. The ones that he didn’t want any lower-ranked arrancars to get their hands on.

He found what he was looking for quite easily. It was next to the heavy chains used to control hollows until Aizen could turn them into an arrancar. They were also used for other activities that the arrancar’s got up to when they were bored, that Jirotoshi had no desire to think about. Unless they were activities with Ichigo, in which case he would get some brand new toys, not ones already used. He shuddered at the thought.

He spent a few minutes deciding which of the items he was looking for would be best to use. He had to take into consideration Ichigo’s comfort, as well as style and how it would look against Ichigo’s soft skin. He smiled a terrifying smile when he saw the perfect thing. Just what he was looking for. He picked it up and whistled as he walked to his next destination.

Jirotoshi really didn’t want Ichigo to run around in that shinigami uniform of his, however until he could get a Fraccion to make something especially for him he would have to make do with what was already available. He figured that if Ichigo woke up and he was already in something else it would be less hassle than forcing him to wear it. Besides, that meant that Jirotoshi got to ~dress~ Ichigo.

He hummed as he went through the different spare outfits they had lying around and paused as he felt a few of the reiatsu collecting around where that Inoue broad was. But he didn’t really care either way about her, so he shrugged it off and allowed her to be ‘rescued’.

He finally decided on a simply outfit that was almost identical to his own, except it was lined with black instead of red. Also, unlike Jirotoshi’s which left one shoulder bare because of the short spikes that jutted out on one of his shoulders, Ichigo’s was whole. The shirt part of it was also a much smaller size then Jirotoshi’s because it was the only size that he could find. It would still fit, but it would probably be a bit tight, which wasn’t something Jirotoshi was going to complain about at all.

He was half-tempted to put him into one of those skimpy-girly outfits but decided against it. After all, Jirotoshi was supposed to be playing the much-loved brother and he also didn’t want anybody else perverting on his Ichigo. Maybe when Ichigo finally gave into him, he could get a few special outfits for ‘play time’, but for now this would do.

Jirotoshi sonido’d back to his room before Ichigo woke up, thankfully, and took out the first item that he got. It was a black collar that was made out of the leather of a hollow’s hide. It was from a unique type of hollow that Aizen found which had the strange ability to not only absorb reiatsu, but to also block it from the user.

When the skin was made into a reiatsu blocker like this collar was however, it only dulled the reiatsu. But with the special stone that Aizen got from Soul Society, the sekkisekki rock used to negate spiritual energy, it kept Ichigo from accessing his reiatsu even more. It didn’t completely cut off his reiatsu though, which was important because Jirotoshi didn’t want him passing out by just being around him. It also looked like a jewel adornment to the collar, which made Jirotoshi grin at the thought of it on Ichigo.

He smirked down at Ichigo’s sleeping form. Ichigo looked so peaceful like this, so tempting and ripe like a strawberry waiting to be plucked from a vine. It almost made Jirotoshi feel bad for what he was about to do.

But first thing first. He had to get Ichigo out of those shinigami clothes and into ones that would show to all that Ichigo belonged here, specifically with Jirotoshi.

He hummed to himself cheerfully, yet not too loudly so he would accidentally wake Ichigo up. He probably wouldn’t wake up for a while since it was a forced sleep, but Jirotoshi couldn’t be too sure.

Jirotoshi took his time undressing Ichigo, soaking up every inch, every nook and cranny of his body. Quite literally, actually. He started with the toes after he removed his sandals and socks. He rubbed his thumb along the arch of Ichigo’s foot and spread his toes apart to examine him critically, as though he expected to find something there.

Next he took off Ichigo’s hakama and skimmed his hands lightly over the creamy skin. His brow furrowed at the bruises and scratches he found there, but there was nothing life threatening. He wished he was able to do it when Ichigo was awake, but since he couldn’t Jirotoshi decided to take the opportunity to press soft, almost chaste kisses to every hurt.

While he did briefly look over Ichigo’s cock which was limply nestled in a patch of thick orange curls, he decided against touching. He knew that even if he intended to only do a little, he would end up doing far more to his brother that he would probably regret. He didn’t want to take Ichigo by force, so he would take steps in order to make sure that didn’t happen.

Jirotoshi did, however, give into his desire to taste Ichigo’s skin. Not too much, lest he get carried away. He dipped his tongue into Ichigo’s bellybutton and was delighted to find that Ichigo was very sensitive, seeing how he shifted and moaned even in his sleep. But for fear of waking Ichigo, he desisted and instead made a compromise with himself to only put soft butterfly kisses to his hurts.

He never knew that dressing Ichigo could be so erotic and appealing either. Naked Ichigo and touching a naked Ichigo was certainly a delight, but so was putting on his clothes. Maybe it was because it made him feel like that he was showing that he possessed Ichigo.
After all, their clothes were now almost identical, and Jirotoshi compared it to the importance of something like an engagement ring to humans.

He wondered if their parents ever dressed them exactly alike, like some cutesy parents did their babies. It wasn’t like they wouldn’t be able to tell Ichigo and Jirotoshi apart, and they may have done it to make the twins feel closer. Although from the response he got from Ichigo initially, he could tell that being close was never an issue. Although being too close might have been.

Jirotoshi smirked at the thought. He could definitely imagine being affectionate with Ichigo, even at that young age and before lustful feelings could emerge. He was by no means turned on by the thought of Ichigo being so young (he liked Ichigo as an adult, no kiddies for him) but he did like the idea of sharing a bed with Ichigo. Being able to cuddle with him without it being weird.

He was slightly unsettled at some emotion which pressed at his chest. It wasn’t like something he was experiencing in the present, but more like remembering an emotion, or some sort of feeling. Jirotoshi… wanted to remember his life before he died. He wanted to remember Ichigo, but no matter how hard he tried, it was just blank. Nothing before becoming a hollow.

With a growl that made Ichigo shift in his sleep, Jirotoshi continued to dress Ichigo. He lightly dragged his fingers over the inside of Ichigo’s thigh as Jirotoshi lifted his legs to put on the hakama. He tied the sash which held it up neatly and then lifted Ichigo up to a sitting position to put on the shirt.

For a moment he thought Ichigo was going to wake up because he stirred, but then he just let out a soft sigh which tickled Jirotoshi’s neck. Jirotoshi ached to do something to Ichigo, but instead he held Ichigo to his chest with one hand, and put his arms into the shirt with the other. He held Ichigo close to him for a few moments longer than necessary before easing him back down.

The shirt was a smidgen too tight for Ichigo, but instead of looking awkward and cheap, it showed more of Ichigo’s torso and accented his strong muscles. Although Jirotoshi thought he would still lust after Ichigo even if he was weaker, he really like that Ichigo was so strong and masculine.

Now for the last item necessary to keep Ichigo at his side. Maybe there would come a time when he wouldn’t need it, fuck, maybe he didn’t even need to use it now, but it was better to be safe then sorry.

He straddled Ichigo’s waist in order to put the collar around Ichigo’s neck. He was again reminded of the engagement rings humans used to claim their mates and felt even giddier at the thought. His other half was almost his. Fate might not have intended for the twins to be connected in such a way, but there was no doubt in Jirotoshi’s mind that they were two halves of the same coin. Two of a king.

He used his own reiatsu to seal Ichigo’s so nobody else but him would be able to unseal as well, not even Aizen. If Aizen even lived through the battle, which Jirotoshi wasn’t sure he would. That shinigami was far too arrogant and convinced that he was invincible. Jirotoshi shook thoughts of Aizen out of his mind and instead grinned down at Ichigo.

“My beautiful Ichigo.” Jirotoshi purred and lightly brushed his lips over Ichigo’s brow. His words made something twist within him and a memory was triggered that he couldn’t quite grasp. There was a woman there, who smiled brightly and has sunshine for hair. But then it was gone as quickly as it had come and Jirotoshi was left to frown down at Ichigo.

“Ichigo…how much do ya really mean to me, without me even knowing it?”

…

Complete and utter chaos wrecked the faux Karakura town as the captains fought against the espada and their subordinates fought with other arrancar. Aizen stayed calm and collected despite many of them following before him, and even seemed to have a smug expression on his face.

When the vizards appeared and the second espada fell, Aizen gave a long, heavy sigh and killed the third espada with ease. He didn’t need weaklings fighting for him. He had such high hopes for them as well. He turned to the final espada standing with him, the Primera Starrk who was tense and watchful of him. Before Aizen had a chance to use his powers on him, he opened a gate and disappeared to Hueco Mundo.

Aizen couldn’t care less. He could easily take care of the Primera later, after he defeated the shinigami and vizards that stood against him. They all had seen his sword’s hypnosis before so it was only a matter of moments before-

He froze. Something was different. Something was wrong. It was something that he hadn’t calculated into his plans. It irritated him greatly that he hadn’t planned for such an event, but he doubted that one man could make a difference.

Isshin Kurosaki stepped onto the battlefield with a cold glint in his eyes and only his family’s safety in mind. He would not lose.

…

Starrk frowned at the quivering reiatsu still left in Hueco Mundo signaling that some of the shinigami remained. He gave a mournful sigh at the possible effort he would have to expend in order to get rid of them. He just wanted to take a nap, but now his home territory was compromised by shinigami as well as the one who was Hueco Mundo’s supposed king.

However, if Aizen succeeded, Starrk doubted he would return to Hueco Mundo. His interest lay higher than that with Soul Society’s king’s realm. If Aizen failed, then he was therefore dead and would also not be Starrk’s problem. No, the issue now was that the shinigami still left would no doubt want to eradicate the espada and arrancar’s existence, which Starrk was not up for.

He was happy too, with having so many comrades around him. Happy in a sense, that was. Not so lonely. Sure he had Lilinette still, but she wasn’t another person, she was his sword, which didn’t make for good company in the long run of eternity.

His senses tingled when he picked up the faint reiatsu of the sixth espada Grimmjow who was most likely dying. Jirotoshi was still there, as well as Ulquiorra and the cute pet Ichigo the zero espada managed to snag.

While Starrk wanted to ensure the survival of the rest of the pack as best as he could, he knew that Ulquiorra was loyal only to Aizen. His reiatsu was also heading in Grimmjow’s direction, which made Starrk believe that he was going to finish him off.

Starrk frowned in thought for a moment and glanced at his guns, one of which was Lilinette who had been strangely silent. “So, what do you think?” He asked and smacked the guns harshly together when she didn’t reply.

“Ouch! Watch it you dick head!”

“Humph,” was Starrk’s only reply.

“We better retrieve our pack before there is no one left.” She finally said and Starrk considered it.

“What about Jirotoshi and his pet?”

“Jirotoshi can protect himself just fine.” She said scornfully.

With that thought in mind, Starrk sonido’d toward Ulquiorra and Grimmjow, hoping that he would still be able to get a nap in before dinner.

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Right-o, since one or two people asked about it and since KenxIchi is my OTP (although this is a pure Shiro/JiroxIchi story), Kenpachi IS going to be a thorn in Jiro’s side and he will have (gasp!) character development. It’s just one of the ways I am making this story more dramatic, not to mention longer. Starrk and Grimmjow are as well, since I am not including StarrkGrimm in this. Yes, I am not following strictly canon along the lines of battle and plot line (although Ichigo have a brother that wants to screw him might have been a give away). I won’t be writing a word-for-word script of battles and plot that is the same though, because most of you already know what happened so I don’t want to bore you =)

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