Title: Toward Castle's Boarding School for Boys
Author: Miastic
Word Count: 4,493
Chapter: 1
Rating: NC-17 (Overall)
Warnings: Swearing, yaoi, AU/AR, incest (maybe)
Pairings/Characters: Multiple but HichiIchi centric, Ichigo Kurosaki, Hichigo 'Shiro' Kurosaki, Renji Abarai, Shuuhei Hisagi, Uryuu Ishida, Grimmjow Jaggerjack
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters implicated in this fic, I am merely a pawn of a severely fucked up imagination and I would appreciate it if I'm not prosecuted for my guilty pleasures. Toward Castle is infact a real place 'cause I couldn't be assed making up a name and I don't own it, etc.
A/N: I hate trying to do a summary - I just suck at them. I'm quite excited about this idea. It just sort of wrote itself, too, and it won't stop. Acht, the title's boring, I know, I just couldn't think of anything else. Not too sure about the whole 'incest' thing so if anyone has any thoughts on it, I'm all ears. CC welcome. Any characters/pairings you would like me to include, just voice what you want and I'll see what I can do. And without further ado, I present to you my first fiction posted on FF.N:

1.
There wasn't much to do around the boarding school after lessons had finished bar study and, well, study. That, and the added fact this was an all boys institution, made for an extremely boring life. Although some found their own ways to counter this, forming little clubs (illegal organisations the school called them, treating the people involved like they had just been invaded by Vietnam or something), sneaking around after dark (which was also against the boarding school's rules, of course; most of the students seemed to thrive on breaking them) and other rebellious stuff. Ichigo Kurosaki had participated in some of those rule breaking events, but rarely. They never engaged his fastidious nature much and he didn't intend on wasting his time doing things which were irrelevant and just downright boring.

That was until a couple of new guys showed up at the start of a new school year.

Ichigo & Hichigo (most commonly known as Shiro unless you desired a black eye and a bloody nose to accompany it) Kurosaki were absolutely seething. It was correct to assume they had found out their dormitory arrangements over the Summer Holidays and, therefore, had had some time to calm down and let the information sink in. A.k.a. get over it. Despite this time lapse, however, their anger on the situation hadn't lessened even an ounce. They were twins, yes; compatible, no. It is a well known fact that strong personalities tended to contrast and clash against one another, and it wasn't any different in the Kurosaki twins' case.

They despised each other with a passion.

Shiro pulled at his unnaturally white hair, irate. "I can't fuckin' stand this. I'll go mad before even October comes."

Rolling his eyes at the dramatism of his twin, Ichigo dumped his belongings he'd been sluggishly lugging into their dorm onto his chosen bunk with a relieved sigh.

"I can't fuckin' stand you," he said pointedly, twisting his twin's words to his own satisfaction. He unzipped his suitcase before adding with a smirk. "Yer mad anyway, Shiro, so I dunno wha' yer barkin' 'bout this time."

Shiro growled, eyes flashing as they narrowed. "Shut it, fuckface."

Ichigo merely shrugged nonchalantly, which just angered Shiro further. They spent almost five minutes in silence, packing their stuff away deliberately in the chests of drawers on the opposite sides of the dorm. They were lucky enough to get a dorm for four people, rather than two, so it was more spacious and the two bunk beds were furthest away from each other. They were looking forward to see who would accompany them this year in hope that it would distract them from the fact they'd be living 24-7 with each other.

"This is gonna be the shittest year yet," said Shiro, under his breath, as he attempted to refold a shirt to no avail.

Ichigo scowled. "Quit mutterin' t' yerself. It's fuckin' bad enough already without you adding to the madness."

"Bite me," was his characteristic response, to which he snapped.

"I'm fuckin' outta here," he ranted heatedly, almost kicking his bunk in a blind fury. "I can't fuckin' believe I have t' live with ya, never mind share a fuckin' dorm with ya now. This is fuckin' fantastic." He threw his arms up in the air as if bodily expressing his defeat. "I'm gonna end up driven to a psychiatric ward."

"That's is!" goaded Shiro, a manic grin on his face as Ichigo stormed out in mid-rant. "Fuck off outta ma sight! I'm sick eh ya and yer fuckin' orange hair."

Ichigo retraced his steps back to the open dormitory at almost break-neck speed and yelled, "Yer the fuckin' freak o' nature here wi' yer fuckin' white hair and abnormally white skin." Ichigo pointed an accusing finger at his twin, eyes almost bulging in the heat of the moment, making him appear slightly hysterical. "An' don' forget the red eyes! Fuckin' alien!"

"Why, you little fuck ... !" The door slammed in Shiro's face and he never got to finish whatever had come to mind. What had come to mind was to rip the fucker's eyeballs out and spit on them, but he couldn't exactly go through with something as extreme as that so he settled for kicking the fuck out of the wall until there were indentations of his boots and he could feel his toes screaming in pain, after the anger-fuelled adrenaline faded. Digging in his pockets as he hopped towards the bed with his throbbing foot in hand, he yanked out his mobile, muttering dangerously under his breath. He'd save beating the shit out of Ichigo for later.

It was true that Shiro had a rather stranger appearance than most with alabaster skin, red eyes and pure white hair. It didn't even have a tint of blonde in it; it was just pure white. Although, he wasn't alien in origin (he sniggered a bit at the thought, wish he was for a reason he couldn't comprehend), he was an albino. Doctors fathom endlessly over how he acquired something such as this from their his parents, who were both tanned, had black (in the father's case) and orange (in the mother's case) hair, and produced other children, including Shiro's twin with just as much colour. They guessed that it was just a freak occurrence that they had had the problem of producing the necessary pigment melanin, or that his twin, Ichigo, had greedily sucked up all the melanin for himself. This thought seemed to greatly amuse them, much to Shiro's distaste.

Shiro quite liked his abnormal appearance as it drew him a considerable amount of attention. He liked it in the way he could smirk madly, his glinting red eyes appearing in a way other people could only describe as pure evil; he liked it in the way people admired his skin that appeared so smooth and as perfect as marble; he liked it in the way people marvelled over the absolutely, natural white shade of his hair. All in all, he just revelled in the attention it brought him, shamelessly. A lot of students stayed well away from Shiro because of this and the distinctly evil aura that sometimes swirled around him when in a bad mood.

Consequentially, people tended to avoid Ichigo aswell, if not for who his twin brother was then for the constant scowl imprinted into his features, which was enough on its own. The two were infamous to the school from both reputation and appearances. Shiro, with his bad boy demeanour and odd, but hot, looks, had quite a few lingering eyes when he passed; although some were scornful, the majority were lustful (the majority of the gay population of the school, anyway, which was in itself pretty high).

On the other hand, Ichigo was obliviously the biggest cock tease of the school; he had good grades but tended to have a little bad boy streak himself (most likely the influence of Shiro), but most of all, in most of the students eyes (the gay ones, anyway) he was sexy as fuck and untouchable. It didn't help that the twins tended to hang out together sometimes (despite the fact they blatantly ignored one another) 'cause their friends did, and it certainly didn't help when they fought, which was extremely often.

The funny, and probably most contradictory thing was they were complete and utter opposites of each other, despite being almost identical in looks (bar a few prominent features, of course). Shiro smoked probably did drugs (wouldn't surprise anyone), stole, fought (Ichigo hated fighting, unless it was to kick seven shades of shit out of his twin. Obviously), fucked on a regular basis (Shiro was sure Ichigo was still a virgin) and was generally as bad ass as they get in a boarding school. Not to mention the fact he was loud, brash, arrogant, incessantly cheeky ... the list was never ending.

Ichigo was mostly quiet and reserved (unless provoked) away from his brother, always walking around with that now trademark scowl of his etched into his face. Despite ignoring most of the school populous, he was generally friendly to those he actually bothered to give his attention to, which were Uryuu, Renji, a few others and admittedly his brother when having one of his saner moments (which was hardly ever, if he was honest) and they weren't out for killing one another. Those mentioned, bar his brother, were his closest friends, Uryuu being his 'best friend' of sorts.

They met up with their usual cronies after the summer holidays, bantered on about the usual spiel and endured the inevitable, dreadfully boring lectures by the Rector, 'welcoming' them back for a fresh year full of 'enthusiastic' learning. Ichigo tried his hardest to suppress a cynical snort. He was anything but enthusiastic about this place. On the plus side, he got to escape his family and be around his friends 24-7, practically, but that positive side did wane slightly as the year passed; you can only stand so much of someone at any particular given time, in Ichigo's opinion. The thing that weighed the heaviest upon his thoughts was the fact he'd have to live with Shiro for the rest of the year. Summer Holidays and whatever other holidays they got sent home at were more than enough, in his opinion. He just wasn't going to last.

So, when their year was informed they'd be joined by a couple more 'keen learners', Ichigo's interest flared and he forgot momentarily about the conversation he and his friends were currently partaking in and, for once, focused on their old, fat and balding Rector. Much to his disappointment, no-one was introduced and the lecture swiftly moved onto the new time tables that were to be handed out soon.

"Did ya hear tha'?" whispered Ichigo intensely, cutting over whatever the others were jabbering about. They all eyed him quizzically and he sighed in frustration. "There's gonna be new folk joinin' our ranks."

"Really?" said Renji mockingly, feigning interest at Ichigo's enthusiasm on the subject. He reached up to tighten the white elastic band that held his crimson hair together in a pony-tail nonchalantly. Renji was the more arrogant and boisterous one out of their group, although a couple of others could rival his traits pretty well. He flashed a look of ignorance to Ichigo sitting restlessly next to him. "Who gives a shit? An' stop fidgetin', yer fuckin' buggin' me."

Ichigo gave him a pointed look of annoyance. "It might spice the year up a bit, don't cha think? I hope they're cool."

"Ch'." Renji leaned back in his chair, letting his head rest against the backs of his fore arms comfortably, promptly tuning himself out of his friend's quirk on the new folk. They're probably a pair of geeks anyway.

Ichigo glared daggers at Renji before turning to the others, who appeared to be as intrigued by the prospect of having new class mates as him. Well, everyone except Shiro, who'd fallen asleep.

"Wake Shiro before he snores," said Ichigo in a bored tone, rolling his eyes at the sight of his pale twin, chin resting on his chest rising and falling gently with the deep breaths of his lungs. Uryuu, who was sitting next to him, prodded his counterpart in his ticklish point in his side, harshly awakening Shiro, who spluttered and looked around, disorientated. Ichigo couldn't suppress the snort that escaped him that time and Shiro fixed a scary death-stare upon him once he'd found his bearings.

"Bastard," he murmured, pressing the palms of his hands against the chair infront of him as he stretched, yawning tiredly. "I can't fuckin' stand these assemblies at the start of a new term."

"You and me both," said Renji in hushed tones as the contagiousness of Shiro's yawning caught up on him. Ichigo couldn't help but get caught up on the yawning frenzy as it got passed down the line and he gave an almost inaudible chuckle. He leaned over Renji to whack his twin, who was on the other side of him, in the gut just as he was about to nod off again.

"Ooof!" Shiro cried out, blinking furiously and turning an angry red as everyone in the hall turned to locate where the sudden disruption came from. Everything went deathly quiet as the Rector fixed his small, beady eyes upon Shiro and frowned, not surprised.

"Shiro, I'll see you in my office after the assembly," he said calmly before continuing as if nothing happened. A few teasing whistles and words were sent in Shiro's direction until everyone's attention was focused back on the Rector. Or so he thought.

"I'll fuckin' kill you when we get outta here, Ichigo," hissed Shiro, face set with a thoroughly agitated frown, completely with a pout.

Ichigo jutted out his bottom lip in imitation of his brother and teased him with a sing-song voice. "Awh, Shiro's in trouble."

"Fuck up!" growled Shiro, vehemently and as quietly as he could despite his extreme desire to yell at his twin. "Or I swear t' God you'll regret it!"

"What cha gonna do, like?" said Ichigo, still in the very annoying sing-song voice he knew made Shiro's teeth grind.

"I'll fuckin' make ya wish ya never lived," Shiro continued to hiss out of the corner of his mouth.

Ichigo rolled his eyes. "Doubt ya could, Shiro."

Shiro's own eyes flashed with contempt. "Is that a fucking challenge, Ichi?!"

"So what if it is?"

Renji rolled his eyes at Uryuu and they both tuned out of the brothers' bickering and the Rector's dull lecturing. They knew whatever they could say would be plainly ignored. The Kurosaki brothers were as hostile to each other as they could get and sooner or later it was going to get violent. Uryuu and Renji just hoped the assembly would end before anything like that could happen.

"I swear t' God!" Shiro screamed out, startling the entire hall full of students and teachers, the Rector momentarily too stunned to act as he reached over Renji and grabbed Ichigo by the collar of his shirt. "One more word an' I'll fuckin' snap ya!"

Ichigo started to grin very broadly. "Now look what ya've gone an' done, Shiro."

Shiro paused for a moment before realising the entire school was staring at him and swore under his breath, reluctantly releasing his infuriating twin brother and dumping himself moodily back into his chair. Most students from their year had smirks on their faces, knowing the history between the two twins but the majority of the rest looked unimpressed. Especially the Rector.

"Kurosaki brothers!" He hollered in anger, his voice reverberating around the large hall. "Both of you to my office after this assembly!"

"Fuckin' brilliant," said Ichigo, huffing as he crossed his arms defensively across his chest. "Not even back at school for an hour and we're being sent up to his fuckin' office."

Shiro was muttering along the same lines as his twin. Uryuu and Renji just shook their heads, amused smirks playing with their lips. Uryuu Ishida was closer to Ichigo than Shiro but he was the only one who could control Shiro's explosive temperament, which was often puzzled over. Needless to say, Renji and Shiro, drawn by their similar personalities, were 'best friends' as it were, though they would never admit to anything so trivial. 'Cronies' was as far as it went for them.

And so concluded their little group. Sure there were others who hung around with them occasionally or who they would hang around separately with sometimes but it was the four of them who stuck by each other constantly.

"Hey, Ichi! Shiro!" Renji barked. "Quit brooding, assembly's over."

They both looked up and sure enough, students had started piling out of their seats in an 'orderly' fashion as instructed by the teachers waiting by.

"We've t' meet up with our previous form teachers an' collect our new time tables," said Renji, stretching as he got to his feet with the rest of their row, Ichigo and Shiro slow to stand.

Ichigo cocked an eyebrow mischievously. "Didn't take ya fer tha listenin' type, Ren?"

"Ah shut it."

Ichigo just smirked and followed behind Renji as their row started to file out but soon formed his trademark scowl as he remembered his and Shiro's 'appointment' with the Rector. Shiro seemed to be thinking along the same lines, Ichigo noted, as he was flashed a contemptuous glance before he headed through the double doors of the hallway without rounding up on his form teacher for his time table. Sighing, Ichigo collected both of them and vaguely followed in the direction he hoped his brother had headed – the Rector's office.

Once he'd knocked and waited for approval to enter, Ichigo sat on the free chair infront of the ominously dark, varnished desk, the other occupied by Shiro, and handed the disgruntled other his time table.

"Boys," said the Rector in a reprimanding tone, right hand twirling an expensive looking fountain pen back and forth between his fingers. "I would have thought you could be mature enough to refrain from strangling each other long enough to sit quietly through my introductory assembly."

Ichigo and Shiro glared at him identically and he sighed.

"First day back and you're already misbehaving," said the Rector, reprovingly. He sighed, picking up his black leather glasses case that was situated neatly on his desk next to his phone and opened it with a dulled 'snap'. "I honestly don't see why your father wastes his money on sending you here when you both are so obviously uninteresting in the processes of education."

Same old, same old, thought Ichigo as he made no attempt to look the least bit interested in what the Rector had to say for their behaviour, or lack there of. He and his brother now sat with identical dead-pan looks on their faces, causing another sigh to escape the podgy man.

"I really don't know how many chances I can give you this year considering your records," he ploughed on none-the-less, undeterred by their familiarly ignorant attitudes. "And seeing as you've already shown no change in attitude towards learning, there is little more I can do but give you detention and extra disciplinary classes."

Ichigo blanched and Shiro's insides convulsed. Detention wasn't a problem, they usually annoyed the fuck out of whomever was unlucky enough to have to watch over the two until they snapped and told them to get out of their sight's.

"Disciplinary classes?!" They both shouted questioningly. This was new, and it didn't sound the slightest bit appealing to either of them.

"Yes," said the Rector, feeling that familiar creep of irritation run up his spine and spread across his shoulder blades as the twins bombarded him with questions and retorts of complete irrelevance and insubordination. He held up his hand, eyes fixed on the ceiling to stop himself from yelling at the two; he wanted day one to go as smoothly as possible, without his cool and collected exterior diminished by any means. Even if it was the twins erected from the deepest, darkest pits of hell itself. "You will find out more about them in due time." he paused to pick up the neat, navy cotton underneath his glasses, which he had unfolded whilst the twins were yelling, and began cleaning them absent-mindedly. "Meanwhile, you will go to your first class."

"But - " began Shiro, only to be interrupted curtly.

"Now," said the Rector, the emphasis on the single syllable carrying the twins out of his office without another word. He slumped in his seat and slid his glasses on his face with another heavy sigh. He knew this was going to be a long day, no matter what kind of brave face he put on. Getting up from the seat, he turned to the door behind him, opening it to reveal a small, private kitchen and busied himself with making himself a cup of coffee.

A knock on his door brought him out of his dark musings.

Ah, he thought brightly, that must be the new students.

"Enter."

As the door shut behind them, they snarled at each other and began another heated argument whilst stalking away from the Rector's Office. They halted only a little way from it down the corridor as it got particularly messy.

"If ya didn't have such a fuckin' smart mouth, we wouldn't be in this mess," Shiro all but screamed at his counterpart, waving his free arm around in emphasis, time table forgotten in his other hand.

"It's yer fuckin' fault fer bein' so easy t' wind up!" Ichigo bit back through gritted teeth, fist raised in-between them in a physical show of his anger.

Shiro advanced on Ichigo once more and resumed his position earlier of grasping his creased collar tightly, hoping to crush the fabric, or even better, the skin underneath. "You of all people should know what my temper's like. Especially when it comes t' tha likes o' you!"

Ichigo sneered. "Jus' look a' ya, a few words an' yer ready t' fight it out. Ya can't take teasin' fer shit, Shiro."

The two boys that were now standing behind them with eyebrows raised went unnoticed.

"Yer fuckin' dead meat, Ichi," said Shiro, straining his neck back before thrusting his head into Ichigo's, who stumbled back, groaning and rubbing his smarting forehead.

"Fuck!" He hissed, clenching his eyes and teeth from the pain. Shiro had head butted him real hard. "Ya fuckin' bitch!"

Storming over – or more to the point, staggering over - to his enraged twin, he grabbed a handful of his white hair and kneed him in the crotch, hard.

"Better fuckin' think twice about doin' tha' again, ya fuckin' pussy," goaded Ichigo, hand still tightly fisted in Shiro's hair painfully as his body crippled, breathing doubling and hands shooting straight to his painfully convulsing groin, the only thing keeping him up being the pull on his white locks.

"F-fu-ck," said Shiro, through pants, fighting back tears from his streaming eyes. Ichigo looked up, noticing his stunned audience and a shocked expression of his own filtered through his rage before he released his brother, letting him tumble to the ground and groan, still gripping his excruciatingly painful nether regions.

"You's must be tha new guys," said Ichigo, wiping all traces of rage and Shiro from his mind, replacing it with a look of friendliness as he walked forward with an outstretched hand. "I'm Ichigo."

"Grimmjow," said the one standing closest to him, gripping his outstretched hand for a firm shake which surprised Ichigo. His voice was like a low growl. Letting his eyes trail over the newly acquainted's appearance, Ichigo found this newcomer extremely, well, different was the only word that formed in his mind. Eccentric? The electric blue hair dazzled him and was that make-up? He better not question it. The guy had a slightly dangerous aura about him, not unlike to his brother's. Wiping this from his mind also, he turned his still outstretched hand to the other one, smirking sadistically when he heard a painful gasp from behind him and some shuffling.

But his smirk fell instantly and his eyes widened as he took in the equally, but different, bad-boy appearance of the other. His eyes were instantly drawn to the '69' tattooed on the man's left cheek bone and followed the grey strip of, well, something, above it, across the bridge of his nose to the three vertical scars that traced out from thick, spiky fringe, over his eye and down the length of his cheek. He had a black choker around his neck and right biceps, the muscular arms shown off by his black tank top. The guy gave him a devious smirk that wreaked havoc with Ichigo's insides whilst shaking his forgotten hand just as firmly as Grimmjow., although this time Ichigo's grip was wobbly. Who was this guy?!

"Shuuhei," said the dark-haired boy, smirk still present as he took his hand away. 'Shuuhei', Ichigo's mind repeated in a stunned fashion, trying to actually register this information. He flashed his eyes to somewhere behind Ichigo and grimaced. "Is he okay?"

"Who gives a flying fuck," Ichigo muttered under his breath agitatedly at being reminded of his brother and his eyes stared at the ceiling for a few moments as he took in a deep, calming breath before turning to Shiro, who was just attempting to stand.

"You fucking bastard," he hissed, still clutching his crotch with a pained expression marring his features. "Did ya hafta," another painful gasp as he straightened fully, adjusting himself tentatively, uncaring that three pairs of eyes were now fully focused on him. "Kick me so hard."

"Yea," said Ichigo, a cocky smirk sliding across his face that would give Shiro's a run for his money as he narrowed his eyes. "Ya deserve every ounce of pain ya get."

Shiro growled at this, but much to Ichigo's surprise, didn't react like he usually would and instead flashed his eyes between the two guys standing behind his bastarding brother.

"Well, aren't ya gonna introduce me, Ichi," he teased, now having recovered mostly from the attack on his nether regions as he walked towards the trio, fronted by the annoyed face of his brother.

"Don't fuckin' call me that ya prick," snarled Ichigo, with all the contempt he could muster, before grudgingly adding. "This is Shiro."

Grimmjow was eyeing them both with a frown, hands thusted into the pockets of his baggy, black trousers in an indifferent stance. He nodded in acknowledgement to Shiro. "Grimmjow."

The tattooed boy followed Grimmjow's lead. "Shuuhei."

"I heard but pleased t' meet ya," said Shiro, adopting a wide smirk as he stopped infront of them. "Sorry ya had t' meet us like this but I s'pose it doesn't get much better with this dick head around."

"Oi, fuck you! You're a worthless piece of shit to be around, Hichigo," countered Ichigo, eyes burning with renewed fury. Shiro growled at the sound of his given name but again, to Ichigo's surprise, didn't act on the bait, and instead focused his attention to his time table with a scowl.

"I hope t' fuck I ain't in any of yer classes this year, bitch."

"Same goes t' you, ya pussy," said Ichigo, also taking the opportunity to see what he had in store for him today. "It's bad enough havin' t' live wit' cha."

Shiro snorted and turned away in the direction of his new class, scowling as Ichigo followed suit in the same direction. "See ya newbies later! We'll give ya's a proper welcoming."

With a flash of bright orange and white hair, (and a cheeky wink on Shiro's part) they were gone, leaving the two newbies in question blinking bemusedly in their wake.