Two of a Kind

Review Replies- B: Heh, I think that Ichigo would be very sore after a threesome with those two...
BolognaAnChi: Well the story will keep going as it has with no sex between Kenpachi and Ichigo.
Lily: Non-existent was the most popular vote =S
Sciamachy: Yeah, it seems that this way will be more natural to write as well.
digiyao: Unfortunately it will be nonexistent KenIchi.
VioletEyes: Now Isshin is going to hurt his head wondering if he can protect one of his sons from the other =D
industrialmidnight: I don't think I can kill Starrk either...
koloruki: Don't worry, Jiro will be Ichigo's first!
qwerty: I love writing dubcon sex with KenIchi too (any kind of sex really) but alas, it wasn't meant to be!
Anon: heh, Isshin is such a lovable freak sometimes.
Aralaiqualasse: There is no threesome in store for them, so I'll have to leave that for another fic =D
MasterAkira: I think if Ichigo ever did something with Kenpachi then Jiro would be VERY pissed.
sewie: Thank you!
Yum2: Well first of all, I don't consider plot-what-plots to be 'vulgar' to begin with, even if this story was one. From the beginning Ichigo had a few of the main characters after him so I don't get what you mean by that. When Kenpachi was introduced I also introduced his affection for Ichigo. I don't get why you are pointing out some of the things you are criticizing, like the short prologue... I said in the beginning it was just an introduction that was meant to just show small portions of their lives. I don't think Jirotoshi's characterization is that far off and Jirotoshi is arrogant and proud enough that he would expect his orders to be carried out, being the zero espada and all. Ichigo being dependent and attached to his brother IS in character. If you look at the way Ichigo acted with his mom before she died then he is the type to cling to those he loves and not want to let go. Having not seen Jiro in well over six years Ichigo would be very happy to see him. Never once did Ichigo disregard his family's welfare in exchange for Jiro. He wanted to go save his family and leave Jiro but Jiro was the one who stopped him.

I'm sorry you're disappointed in it but I really enjoy this story and I know others do as well. I do appreciate the constructive criticism but yours went a bit over the top...

I am trying to be as vague as possible about the technical details for Starrk spoilers… However I think I include enough detail about Kenpachi in the fight that it’s not too bad.

And there will be no KenpachixIchigo except for one sided affection on Kenpachi’s part =3

Beta’d by the dear Warrior Nun! Everyone please give thanks…

Two of a Kind: Chapter 9

Starrk really believed that Ichigo was worth it, but he wished that it had turned out a different way. From the intelligence, Aizen had briefed all of the espada on about the shinigami captains; Kenpachi Zaraki was not supposed to be this strong. But here he was, getting his ass handed to him by a supposedly mediocre fighter who was more brawn then brain.

One of Starrk’s guns was already cracked in half and the other one was the one that Lilinette manifested herself in. She had stopped talking after awhile from the sheer strain in keeping Starrk alive from all of the wounds he had sustained. Kenpachi had a fair amount as well from the wolven explosions, but he seemed barely even winded despite the fight.

Starrk fell to his knees and then face forward onto the sand.

“Yaaaayyy, Ken-chan!” Yachiru cheered and beside her Ichigo looked very relieved. Starrk was still alive but Kenpachi had no intention of killing him. There is no fun in killing someone who couldn’t fight back.

Kenpachi grunted in acknowledgement as Yachiru hopped onto his shoulders and turned to eye Ichigo who became wary once more.

“So how’s bout my reward?” He drawled and stepped toward the scowling Ichigo.

“Go fuck yourself.”

Kenpachi threw back his head and laughed before he sheathed his sword and nudged Yachiru off his shoulder. “The point is for me to fuck you.”

Ichigo wondered if he was actually safer then before.

…

Jirotoshi darted underneath the swing of Aizen’s sword and slashed his own at Aizen’s waist. Aizen smoothly moved out of the way, but he wasn’t fast enough and a faint trickle of blood trickled from the cut. Aizen was already in his bankai and he was losing against both Isshin and Jirotoshi.

He smirked at Aizen and flicked the blood from his sword in disdain as Aizen glared at him. “This isn’t over.” Aizen hissed and drew his hand in front of his face. From the corner of his eye Jirotoshi could see the vizards looking at him in surprise and horror. A moment later he realized why as Aizen pulled a mask out of nowhere and covered his face with it.

Aizen was a vizard. An ugly one at that, with a bumpy mask that was twisted and distorted like a face in one of those funny mirrors. Jirotoshi grimaced at the sight and then was forced to jump out of the way as Aizen lunged forward. But he wasn’t quick enough and pain erupted in his side making Jirotoshi hiss as Aizen’s sword pierced him.

Isshin yelled out a battle cry and knocked Aizen’s sword aside to protect his son while attacking as well. Jirotoshi knew that he wouldn’t be able to defeat Aizen as he was so he would have to go into his first released mode.

With an aggravated curse, he gathered his power to him and reiatsu exploded. For a moment Jirotoshi could only see darkness and then he grinned. His hair had lengthened into a long curtain of white and his eyes glowed red instead of their usual black and gold. That of course could barely be seen through the sun glassed he was still wearing. Short spiked covered his shoulders and his knuckles with sharp point and his red tattoo on his face stretched down his neck.

Jirotoshi threw back his head and laughed, his voice booming in the open air. Even Isshin took a step back at the sinister feel of his long lost son’s reiatsu and sweat appeared on his brow. He didn’t look that different, what was most noticeable about him was that his clothes were striped with black and his clothes almost looked like a shinigami’s…

Before Isshin could finish his thought, Jirotoshi and Aizen were locked in battle. Isshin gaped at the ferociousness of it. Blood spattered the air as they tore at each other, ripping at their limbs and with their knives and snarling. Isshin took a step back in…fear. The rage pouring off Jirotoshi and the anger off of Aizen was suffocating and their reiatsu was stifling.

Even Yamamoto had a hard time keeping up with the speed that Aizen and Jirotoshi were moving. The only thing that the weaker shinigami could see was a flash of motion and droplets of blood falling from the sky.

But Jirotoshi was faster and stronger. He wasn’t the zero espada for nothing and his rage and desire to protect Ichigo gave him the will to win. Aizen’s sword glanced off of his how blade and he twisted in mid air, planting his feet and bringing his word down in a slash.

“Kuroi Getsuga (Black Moon Fang)!” Jirotoshi yelled out, surprising many of the shinigami who had seen Ichigo use the same technique in battle. The black energy flared through the air and shot at Aizen who calmly lifted his hand to stop it. He blinked in surprise, however, when the power instantly bit at his hand and tore through him. He raised his sword quickly in order to stop the blow but it ate through it like acid. Aizen jerked and tried to dodge but it was too late.

Ichigo Kurosaki yielding his Getsuga Tensho was powerful enough, but the Jirotoshi’s Kuroi Getsuga was undefeatable.

Jirotoshi felt worn out as he fell down to a lower level in the sky beside his…father. The two halves Aizen was split into fell as well, but all the way to the earth with nothing to support them. Jirotoshi laughed slightly at the sight and tensed as he felt the shinigami captains gathering their reiatsu for a fight.

“Tch…figured ya would be ungrateful.” Jirotoshi tsked as he leapt into the air in order to avoid their attacks. His eyes flicked over to his worried father and the furrow between his brow deepened. “See ya later, losers.” He opened a gate into Hueco Mundo and disappeared into it before they could do anymore.

He stepped into his room in Las Noches and noticed something almost immediately. Ichigo wasn’t in it. He frowned and scowled at the bed as though it was its fault. “Where the fuck are ya, Ichi!?” He said in frustration and growled before taking a deep breath. He inhaled and exhaled slowly, letting his released form go as he tried to concentrate. He flicked the special sunglasses to the side in irritation and searched for Ichigo’s reiatsu.

It was there in Hueco Mundo, but it was…disappearing. What the fuck!?

…

Ichigo scowled down at Grimmjow who glared back. “Just open a gate to the real world; I need to know what’s going on!”

“Why should I?” Grimmjow snorted and stirred what little he could from his bloody patch of sand he laid on. “What’s in it for me?”

Ichigo glowered at him darkly and ignored Kenpachi who was still staring at his ass. “I’ll give you a kiss if you just open a fucking gate already!”

“Really?” Grimmjow asked skeptically and glanced warily at the fuming eleventh division captain behind him.

“Yes!”

“Then do it already.” Grimmjow grinned at Ichigo who growled at the challenge. He really, really, really didn’t want to do this, but he had to protect his family!

With a snarl he bent down and crashed his lips over Grimmjow’s. For a moment Grimmjow was frozen in shock, but he quickly recovered to grab a chunk of Ichigo’s hair and yank his head down farther. Ichigo made an irritated noise into the kiss and tried to pull away but Grimmjow refused to let go until Kenpachi kicked him hard in the side and sent him flying.

Grimmjow coughed up a spray of blood and Ichigo berated the grumpy Kenpachi for nearly killing their way home. Ichigo turned back to Grimmjow, who happened to be still alive, and demanded that he complied with their deal.

“Sure, Berry-head, keep an eye out for me.” Grimmjow opened the gate and eyes Ichigo’s ass appreciatively as he stepped through it. “That’s one fine shinigami bitch.”

Kenpachi kicked him again for good measure and left through the gate with Yachiru to Karakura right behind Ichigo. Just as the gate closed, Jirotoshi sonido’d to the area and cursed loudly at having just missed him.

He turned his angry black and gold eyes to Grimmjow who snickered then coughed up another mouthful of bloody spittle.

“Where the fuck did ya send my mate!?” Jirotoshi snarled and bent down to grab Grimmjow by his collar and lift him off his feet.

“…Can’t remember.” Grimmjow managed to get out with another laugh before Jirotoshi threw him into the nearest pillar. He crashed through it and flew out the other side, crumpling in a heap. Jirotoshi didn’t pay him any more mind. He could torture the information out of the weakling pussy but that would waste time. It would be quicker just to look for Ichigo himself.

He opened his own gate and stepped through it into the real world.

…

Ichigo tripped over thin air as he stumbled trying to find the reiatsu to hold himself up. He was directly above Urahara’s shop and everything looked quiet in Karakura town. With a sigh of relief, Ichigo dropped down to the ground and slipped inside. Kenpachi and Yachiru followed in his wake with Kenpachi’s eyes still firmly on his ass. He ignored Kenpachi frowned at the empty shop before he moved to the trap door that led to the vast training grounds.

He opened it and climbed down, feeling relief when he saw his friends and the vizards talking with Urahara down there. He landed nimbly on his feet and grunted when Yachiru jumped down to land on him and cried out enthusiastically to the others.

“Kurosaki-kun!” Orihime cried out and ran over to him waving. Ichigo felt a twinge of annoyance that he couldn’t explain and shrugged it off to greet the others.

“What happened with Aizen and the rest of them?” Ichigo asked, trying to ignore the looks he was getting for his clothes and the collar.

“Did you get into S&M over there?” Shinji asked curiously and Ichigo sent him a disgusted look. “Well, to answer your question, we won.” He crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow. “Now what the fuck are you wearing?”

Ichigo was extremely happy that Karakura was safe and that he didn’t have to constantly worry about his family member’s lives. Ichigo scowled however at the questions and tugged at the white clothing which fit him way too tightly. “My stupid brother put me in it.” He muttered under his breath, but Shinji caught it.

“You mean the zero espada? The one who defeated Aizen?”

Orihime was looking anxiously in between them now and the others looked like they wanted answers as well.

“Yeah, that’s Shiro, I mean Jirotoshi.” Ichigo frowned and looked around. “So he is the one who took that bastard down… where is he anyways?”

“He left to go back to Hueco Mundo before all of the idiot shinigami killed him.”

Renji and Rukia scowled at Shinji for his comment but he ignored him. Kenpachi actually grinned at the comment and chuckled, which was also ignored. Shinji’s eyes were still fixed on Ichigo and he looked serious.

“Your reiatsu is suppressed by that collar and his reiatsu is the one that’s powering it.” Shinji said bluntly, making Orihime gasp and cover her mouth with wide eyes. Ichigo’s mind was still stuck on the fact that Jirotoshi had already left, which meant he would probably be even more pissed off that Ichigo had left as well.

He blinked as the words Shinji said penetrated his mind. He absent mindedly reached up and brushed his fingers over the collar and a surge of anger went through him at the reminder of what Jirotoshi had done to him. Ichigo wasn’t some fucking slave that Jirotoshi could go around collaring!

“I guess that’s what the illusion was about.” Shinji said with a snicker and some of the vizards behind him blushed at the memory. “Aizen thought it would be distracting if he show us you in a cute little school girl outfit.” Shinji grinned broadly and Ichigo glowered at him. “Calling your brother, Jirotoshi-sama.”

Ichigo was the one who colored this time while Kenpachi grumbled that he missed it. He dropped his hand from his neck and balled his hands into fists while his reiatsu strained and groaned at the collar trapping it.

“Can you get it off of me?” Ichigo asked in a steely voice and Urahara made his presence known to the conversation once more.

“Let me see, Ichigo.” Urahara practically cooed as he bounced over to Ichigo and grabbed his chin. Ichigo grumbled as his head was tilted to the side and Urahara pressed close to study the collar. “Mmhm…yes…I see, I see.”

“What?” Ichigo asked curiously and Urahara blinked at him.

“I always thought that you would smell like freshly picked flowers!”

Ichigo kicked him hard in the stomach, sending the perverted shopkeeper flying away and holding his stomach. Urahara kept his dopey smile on his face and staggered to his feet to right his hat.

“I may be able to do something about it, but until then rest assured that your reiatsu will be completely untraceable under here.” Urahara beamed at him and the others looked relieved, but Ichigo couldn’t help but feel there was something he was forgetting.

…

Jirotoshi glared at the town he had just saved. It was the real one now but it looked exactly the same. The only thing different about it was the steady buzz of weak reiatsu that he had to sort through in order to find Ichigo’s. It wasn’t there. But it felt like there was something like a residue or imprint of it having been there. However, he still couldn’t pinpoint it so he searched for someone who would know.

He easily found that reiatsu and sonido’d quickly to the house adjoined to the Kurosaki clinic. He stepped inside and moved quietly through the silent home to the kitchen where Isshin Kurosaki was pouring himself a stiff drink.

He didn’t look very surprised to see his dead son but he didn’t look unhappy either. Jirotoshi moved silently across the kitchen and narrowed his eyes at his father.

“Where is he?”

Isshin stared at him for a moment, then snorted and threw back the drink in one quick swallow. “What are your intentions with Ichigo?”

“Spare me the parental speech, pops, it’s not as affective on someone who’s also ya’r son.”

Isshin flinched at that and this time drank directly from the bottle. “What do you want with him?” He asked hollowly and Jirotoshi smirked.

“Exactly what ya think I want with him.”

Isshin stared and Jirotoshi resisted the urge to giggle. “Don’t hurt him.”

“Of course, I won’t,” Jirotoshi said, “he and I are two of a kind.”

Isshin nodded and looked haggard under the bright light of the kitchen, back in his human body that felt to tight to contain him even after all these years.

“He’s at Urahara’s.” Isshin said and gave his son direction despite the trepidation he felt. He only hoped that Jirotoshi still felt the love he had for Ichigo as a child, even if it was somewhat twisted.

After Jirotoshi left, Isshin slumped in the chair and buried his hands in his face to cry.

LINE

It’s official…I suck at fight scenes. No, really. Well when I just want to get straight to some JiroIchi action anyways… It’s something I need to work on.

Sex and smut is coming up soon!