Scream after scream filled his nightmares. Gun shots and more screams. Bloody bodies hit the floor. He screamed, tears filling his eyes. His sisters laid on the ground, their arms and legs sliced up and their faces heavily cut up. His mother with a bullet through the brain. His father, his throat slit. The orange haired child who could have been more than 5 or 6 continued to scream and cry as the murder slowly walked towards him. He couldn't bare to look in the cold, heartless eyes. The murder could have shot him but the murder wanted to use a new method.

Then the front door was kicked in. The police ran in. Everything was a blur. But he didn't care. His family was already dead, all dead. He wanted to be next, he wanted to go after them. He wished that murder would have shot him.

A young man of 20 with a head of long, shaggy tangerine orange hair jolted up. His amber eyes were wide and full of fear. His heart pounded in his chest. He bought up his hands and buried his face in them as tears slid out of his eyes. "Grimm?" he called.

He waited a moment for the door to open and close. The bed sunk in slightly as a pair of strong arms encased the oranget. He welcomed the comfort and snuggled into his roommate's naked, muscular chest. He felt a kiss to his forehead. He tilted his head up to look at his remarkable roommate.

'Grimm' was a tall, muscular man of 22 with sky blue hair that always did its own thing and fell in a bed-headed mess upon his head with a few strands falling over his ocean colored eyes that were cornered with teal cat-like markings. "Did you have the dream again?" 'Grimm' asked in his rough yet smooth like velvet voice.

"Yeah." the oranget nodded.

"Want me to stay here and sleep with you, Ichi?" 'Grimm' asked.

"Yes please." 'Ichi' responded. The two then laid down, curling together and drifting to sleep.

Shirosaki Zangetsu was a 21 year old man of average height and build. But that was where his average-ness ended. He was pale as snow; his hair was shaggy and as pure white as an angel's wing, his eyes were eerie with glowing golden orbs floating in a dark inky background. He was a freak among normal people and even a rarity for albinos. Yet he was one of the best doctors in the world, both physical and mental doctor. He was a genius; people thought because of his looks to make up for it, he had his amazing intelligence.

But for such a man of intelligence and unnatural looks, he thought of life as a game, a puzzle. He found his intelligence a bore, he would have rather ran on his more basic instincts, running around and playing mind games with the poor civilians, learning more and piece things together so he could survive the cruelty of this game of life. But he had responsibilities, namely one.

After his parents died tragically, he had to take care of his younger brother, Tensa. Shiro didn't really believe in love, only lust. But Tensa was an exception; he did love his brother, more than anything which is why he was a doctor so he could keep his brother at his side. He stayed human, pretended for his dear little brother.

Tensa was sitting on the couch with a blanket pooling in his lap. The room was dark expect for the glow of the TV which was playing some old horror movie. Tensa had something in his hand as he bit his lip. "I'm home~" a voice called as the front door closed.

Tensa quickly shoved the thing he had in his hand between the cushions of the couch and laid down with the blanket up to his chin. "I'm in the living room," he called.

A moment later, the albino entered the room. He turned off the TV, even after Tensa's protest. "You have school in the morning. You should have already been asleep…it's after midnight." Shiro huffed. He picked up Tensa, keeping the blanket wrapped around the younger. Tensa huffed, laying his head on Shiro's shoulder.

Shiro climbed the stairs to the second floor, entering Tensa's room. He laid the brown haired teen in the bed, kissing his head. "I love you…now go to sleep." He stated.

"I love you too Shi-nii." Tensa called as Shiro closed the door. He sighed before curling up with his stuffed albino monkey, Gaara and falling asleep slowly.

Amber eyes blinked open. The owner of them, a young male named Ichigo Kurosaki jolted up in bed. His roommate, Grimmjow Jeagerjaques wasn't in the bed anymore. Ichigo slowly sighed before getting up. He went to the bathroom, digging through the cabinet till he found what he wanted, a label-less bottle.

He hesitated, but opened the bottle. He tipped it and two round white pills fell into his palm. He closed the bottle and swallowed the pills, having done it so many times that water wasn't needed anymore.

After putting the bottle back, he went to the kitchen, happily finding his roommate cooking breakfast for them. "Ichigo, I know you don't want to just talk to strangers about this. But I think it would be good for you to find a doctor, a therapist to help you get over your childhood memories, the bad ones that give you those nightmares." Grimmjow stated.

Ichigo shrugged his shoulders. "I'm fine." He muttered.

"Ichigo, don't you want to move on? It's been 15 years." The bluenet sighed.

"Do you really think some therapist could help me?" Ichigo asked.

"Yeah." Grimmjow nodded.

"…I guess I could look into it then." Ichigo responded with another shrug.

"And stop taking those pills." Grimmjow added.

"I need them and you know it." Ichigo snapped back as he laid his head on the table and waited for Grimmjow to finish cooking.

Another story Dx Sigery stop it, no more. Finish the ones you have already started already. Sorry guys, I did it again Dx Stupid brain wrote this for me...too much horror games (Mostly Slender) and rap (Mostly Eminem) made this ^^;

So this will have some kind of dark themes in it. Drug use, of course sex, murder, insanity, etc.

So anyway...what was Tensa hiding? What the fuck is up with Shiro and his crazy thinking? Why did that murder guy kill Ichigo's family?

Review plz, thanks