Two of a Kind

Review Replies- BolognaAnChi: I've always been crap about suspense so I hope I can maintain it =D
VioletEyes: Yeah this one is definitely going to have lots of plot =D It just doesn't know when to quit!
Anon: Dun, dun, DUN!!! Lots of drama, I can tell you that.
MasterAkira: It's because Shiro just doesn't know when to stop gnawing on poor Ichigo =3 I mean, can you blame him?

Because there were some people who were confused, let me make this clear… Ichigo is most definitely not a slave. He was just being emotional and paranoid when he thought he was one.

This chapter contains some one-sided StarrkIchi and GrimmIchi and *gasp* character development in both Kenpachi and Yachiru!

Beta’d by the fabulous Warrior Nun- rock on!

Two of a Kind: Chapter 7

Isshin smiled as he watched Ichigo and Jirotoshi playing together on the playground. They were both giggling and chasing each other around while completely ignoring anyone and everyone around them. It wasn’t as though the other children wanted to play with them anyways; they thought that Jirotoshi’s albinism and Ichigo’s orange hair were strange.

The thought made Isshin frown, but it instantly morphed into a broad grin again when he saw Masaki grab them both in a tight hug. The boy’s squealed with delight as Masaki swung them around, her long, thick hair trailing behind her.

On the blanket that Isshin laid out for a picnic, Karin gurgled and patted Yuzu on the head. The two were still babies so they couldn’t play on the playground, but Isshin didn’t want them missing out on the family time.

His family. He loved them so much. It was worth every hardship he had to go through and leaving Soul Society in order to have them. They were his life.

Present.

Isshin didn’t give Aizen a chance to go into shikai and relentlessly attacked. Aizen frowned as he was forced to actually fight back against Isshin who, having been a captain of the gotei 13 was very strong. Stronger than most.

“You think that you can defeat me?” Aizen said with a chuckle as he parried a thrust of the sword. “No one can.” He shifted and gripped the hilt of his sword firmly, preparing to speak its name when a very dangerous reiatsu crashed around them. Aizen blinked and turned his head to the side as he recognized it.

He frowned. Jirotoshi shouldn’t be here. He should be back in Hueco Mundo. Never mind that though, he would punish him later. He smirked when he saw Isshin’s eyes widened. That was right, Jirotoshi used to be Isshin’s son.

“Jiro…toshi?” Isshin said as he took in the form of the albino arrancar with black and gold eyes. Jirotoshi blinked and cocked his head to the side.

“Do I know you, old man?”

“It’s me…your father!!!”

Murmuring went through the shinigami who were still standing. This arrancar was one of the retired captain’s sons? How was that possible?

“Ah!” Jirotoshi said and snapped his fingers. “That’s right; obviously Ichi and I would have the same father. Sorry, pops, I don’t remember ya.” Jirotoshi tilted his head to the side and glanced at Aizen. “I don’t really care about ya either way, but since Ichi is attached to ya, that means I’m attached to ya too.”

Aizen began to frown deeply as realization came over him. “How disappointing. To think you would betray me, Jirotoshi.” He sighed heavily. “I cannot allow a traitor to live.” He flash stepped toward Jirotoshi who didn’t even flinch at the action and raised the sword to kill him, but it was stopped by another.

Isshin growled as he pressed back against Aizen’s sword. “You will not harm my son!!!”

Jirotoshi snorted and crossed his arms over his chest. Something went through his mind, a memory of when he got the scar on his hip. Another child standing over him and laughing with a knife and both Jirotoshi and a chibi Ichigo attacking him. Then a warm, comforting presence as he was carried into a white room where this man treated his wound.

He shook his head to clear his thoughts and frowned at Isshin who darted forward to attack once more. “I can take care of myself ya know. I’m not the zero espada for nothing.”

More titers went through the shinigami at the proclamation and Jirotoshi rolled his eyes. Idiots, the lot of them. He was glad his Ichigo wasn’t like them at all.

…

Ichigo walked down the halls of Hueco Mundo on shaky legs. A couple of times he had to stop and rest on one of the walls in order to catch his breath. The collar was really smothering him and he hadn’t gotten used to it yet, but he couldn’t sit still. He needed to make sure everyone was okay. He had felt their reiatsu leaving Hueco Mundo earlier, but he needed to be sure.

He finally made it out onto the wide sands and frowned as he felt Grimmjow’s reiatsu fluctuating as well as two other espada’s near him. Ichigo ran without thinking to the area and cursed his slow speed and burning lungs, but pushed on regardless.

He skidded to a halt and gaped at the scene which greeted him. Starrk had Ulquiorra by the throat and was proceeding to rip all of his arms off which were feebly trying to heal themselves. Ichigo winced. He had never liked the guy, but that was something he wouldn’t wish on anyone.

Ichigo’s eyes moved over to Grimmjow who was a bloody mess like before and frowned. He ran over and knelt at his side while critically looking over the wounds. “Am I dreaming?” Grimmjow asked as he took in Ichigo dressed in all white with a collar around his neck. “Or is it my death day?”

Ichigo scowled and flicked his nose. “Do you dream of me often?” Ichigo asked in irritation and Grimmjow blinked.

“Yeah. Well, fantasize more likely. And jerk off. There’s this great one I had with you in a nurse’s uniform and fishnet tights, begging me to give you a complete physical-”

Ichigo punched Grimmjow as hard as he could, which wasn’t much in the state he was in. In fact, it actually hurt his hand. His eye twitched and Grimmjow blinked. “What the fuck…why was that so weak?”

Ichigo glowered at him and Grimmjow narrowed his eyes, taking in the collar and the bite mark as well as Ichigo’s low reiatsu.

“Tch, fucking bastard… Did Jirotoshi suppress your reiatsu and claim you?”

There was a disturbing tearing sound and both Grimmjow and Ichigo looked over to see that Starrk had ripped Ulquiorra in half. He stared at Ichigo with his mouth slightly open and then he narrowed his eyes.

“He fucked you already?” He asked bluntly and Ichigo scowled.

“No, he did not!” Ichigo said indignantly and didn’t notice the predatorily look that covered Starrk and Grimmjow’s face. Grimmjow slowly got to his feet, his spiritual energy and wounds finally recovered. Ichigo got to his feet as well and swallowed thickly as he caught sight of their expression.

“Wait a second…did I do something to piss you guys off?” He asked in confusion.

“No.” Starrk said and then grabbed his arms, twisting them behind his back and making Ichigo yelp in pain.

“Ouch! God damn it, get this fucking collar off of me so I can kick your asses!!!”

“This collar can only be removed by Jirotoshi.” Grimmjow muttered in irritation and lifted his hand to touch it softly. Then he got firmer as he roughly grabbed Ichigo by the back of his neck and slammed their lips together.

Ichigo might have been weak at the moment, but he was a smart fighter. The second Grimmjow gave him the opportunity to; he kneed him as hard as he could in the crotch. He grunted and fell to the sand, moaning and cupping his injured manhood.

Starrk seemed unperturbed by the event and held Ichigo firmly as he sealed his mouth over the mark Jirotoshi left. Ichigo felt a spike go through him that seemed directly connected with his groin. He struggled hard against the first espada despite knowing it was futile and useless.

“Get off of me, you fucking leach!!”

Starrk paused only to blink in confusion. “Leach?”

“You’re sucking on my neck!” Ichigo growled and stomped on his toes. Starrk only grunted and even Grimmjow looked as though he was beginning to recover.

“You little bitch!” Grimmjow snarled and staggered to his feet. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, it would make your ass feel like it’s been split open.” He reached for Ichigo’s hakama but Starrk lifted him up and moved him away with a glower. “What the fuck!?”

“You’re not supposed to hurt a member of the pack unless it’s for a show of dominance or to resolve an issue.” Starrk said and hugged Ichigo tighter to him.

“This is exactly what that is.” Grimmjow tried to snag Ichigo again without success. “I’ll show Ichigo who he belongs to and resolve the issue.”

“He shouldn’t be hurt so much during sex.” Starrk argued and began to stroke Ichigo’s hair. Ichigo was beginning to think he was screwed either way. “Sex is to show him how special he is and how much he’s wanted.”

“It’s so he knows what a fuckable little piece of ass that he is.” Grimmjow declared and snatched for him again. “I’ll do him gently at first, and then show him whose boss.”

“I’m standing right here, you know.” Ichigo growled. “Don’t talk about me like I’m not here.”

“Sorry. I’ll be gentle first, then rough later. You got that?”

Ichigo didn’t feel any better about the issue. “If you do it, you’ll be raping me.” Starrk’s prominent erection was jabbing into his back.

“It’s more fun if you struggle.” Grimmjow said with a broad grin but Ichigo could feel Starrk was hesitant.

“I promise not to hurt you if you agree to this.” Starrk tried to bargain with him but Ichigo only shook his head. “I want you so badly…” He trailed off in a frustrated tone and Ichigo wondered how long he would hesitate.

“Why are you always in these types of positions?” Kenpachi Zaraki’s voice broke over them and Ichigo could have cried in relief. “You’re lucky I’m here to enjoy these battles for you.”

“Kenpachi! Get these guys off of me already!”

Kenpachi frowned at the heavily suggestive position they were in and drew his sword. “You shouldn’t touch other people’s property.”

Everyone was stunned in surprise for a moment until Ichigo broke it. “You had better not be talking about me.”

“Tch, don’t be an idiot.” Kenpachi flash stepped over to them to slash at Starrk but he sonido’d away quicker with Ichigo still in his arms. He felt like he was going to be sick.

Kenpachi looked surprised that Starrk managed to escape his slash and grinned in glee. “Looks like I can have some fun with you.”

“I’m here too!” Grimmjow laughed and lunged at Kenpachi with his fists which Kenpachi dodged with an irritated frown.

“I don’t want to deal with weaklings.”

“Don’t worry, Ken-chan!” Yachiru popped up on Kenpachi’s shoulder with a smile. “I want to fight too this time!”

“Tch, whatever. Don’t get killed.”

“Yay!!!” Yachiru giggled and hopped off of Kenpachi’s shoulder to stand in front of Grimmjow who frowned.

“I’m not going to fight some little kid. Shoo!” He flicked his hand at Yachiru in dismissal, but she wasn’t someone who was easily dismissed.

Her reiatsu rose dangerously and her eyes were full of seriousness as she drew her sword. “Let’s play, Sangai.”

Grimmjow’s eyes widened as the there were suddenly three of Yachiru, all exactly alike. “What the…”

“This should be fun!” The Yachiru in the center said with a giggle and the other two nodded enthusiastically. “Lots of fun!”

Ichigo stared wide-eyed as the three Yachiru all leaped for Grimmjow, spinning and twirling gracefully. Grimmjow was having a hard time keeping up with her and defending himself against all the attacks because she was able to dart in past his defenses and slash at him.

He turned his attention back to Kenpachi and Starrk who were at the moment just staring at each other. Ichigo was uneasy. Kenpachi had difficulty killing Nnoitra who was the fifth espada while Starrk was the first espada. But Ichigo could only believe that he could do it, because otherwise Ichigo was quite literally fucked.

“Kenpachi…”

Kenpachi got tired of waiting for Starrk to make the first mood so he moved forward, swinging his sword with one hand. Starrk dodged it smoothly and effortlessly avoided every single on of Kenpachi’s attacks.

“Do you mind if I take a nap?” Starrk asked with a yawn and Kenpachi’s eye flashed. He reached up and yanked off his eye patch. His reiatsu roared around him, licking at the air and causing the atmosphere to crackle with tension and power. Starrk blinked and warily settled his hand on the hilt of his sword before slowly drawing it. He had shifted back into his normal form earlier, except Lilinette had settled back into her rightful place as his zanpakuto.

“Finally getting serious?” Kenpachi asked rhetorically and then barely managed to get his sword up in time with Starrk attacked. A thin spray of blood erupted from his shoulder from where Starrk nicked him and Kenpachi laughed in glee. “Yes! That’s the spirit!”

In comparison to Kenpachi’s rough, over the top movements with no style, Starrk was calm and graceful, his movement fluid. It made Ichigo anxious and he wished he had his reiatsu so he could fight as well. Not being able to do anything while Kenpachi fought Starrk made him feel useless…it didn’t help that it all started because Grimmjow and Starrk wanted to force him to have sex with them.

Ichigo threw himself to the side as Kenpachi was thrown into a pillar, breaking it in half and sending Kenpachi falling to the ground. “Kenpachi!!!” Ichigo ran to go help him but Starrk sonido’d to Ichigo and caught him by the waist. Ichigo beat at his chest and struggled to be let down to no avail.

Yachiru was still fighting Grimmjow; Kenpachi was probably unconscious, which left no one to stop Starrk from throwing him down onto the sand dune and ravishing him.

…

Kenpachi…

Kenpachi frowned as something tugged in his mind.

Wake up, Kenpachi.

Kenpachi opened his eyes. He was someplace strange. It was a world where Kenpachi could only see in black and white and everywhere he could see there were bones. Human bones, animal bones, and even bones he didn’t think were either.

Kenpachi.

He frowned and turned his head toward the sound. Standing there was a demon. There was no way else to describe him. He was also the only thing that was in color in this world. He was humanoid in appearance and about as tall as Kenpachi with bleach-blond hair. His eyes were completely black, even where they should be white, and he had multiple piercings. He wore a bright red shirt that was ripped in several place and hakama. His smile was full of sharp teeth…every single tooth like that of a shark’s.

Can you hear me now, Kenpachi?

“Who are you?” Kenpachi asked and the demon smirked.

“Can you finally hear my voice? I am…

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Yachiru pwns just as much as any other character! She is tied with Masaki for first in my fave Bleach female characters (Unohana and Yoruichi are second). Sangai means heavy damage, havoc and ravage as well as past, present and future existences. Hence the three clones of Yachiru =D

Kufuku… I won’t tell you the name of Kenpachi’s sword until the next chapter X3 Tell me what you guys think of him so far.

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