Strip-Berry

DISCLAIMER: I don't own bleach, Yaoi story, will be smutty, will have language, All Characters are at least 18 years of age. Don't Like, Don't read and don't bash my work or commenters on my work.

Sitting in his room, Ichigo sighed and laid his head on his desk. "For the thousandth time Rukia, I'm not telling you." The black-haired girl beside him sighed, "Are you embarrassed about it?" Ichigo sighed again, "No, I'm not. I'm not telling you for your own good, now shut up and study. Finals are tomorrow." Rukia huffed and put her nose into her textbook, not speaking until she needed help on a question. The silence between them thickened and they continued to study.

1 hour later…

Rukia closed her book, done studying for the night. "Ichigo, we're friends. You can tell me or I will follow you to your work tonight," Rukia threatened as Ichigo looked at the clock and grabbed a few things. "I don't think so," Ichigo said, counting in his mind.
Five, four, three, two, one. Right on cue, Rukia fell asleep, her head resting on Ichigo's desk. 'Those sleeping Pills work like magic' He thought, stuffing some clothes into a bag before going out the window, running as fast as he could to work before he missed his shift.

Ichigo reached the door of the club, hurrying inside to change. The Owner grabbed Ichigo by the arm before the young man knew what was going on, hugging Ichigo and smiling behind a fan. "Hey, Ichigo we have a situation."

Ichigo looked at the shopkeeper with a murderous glare on his face. Urahara was his friend and his boss but this time he had gone too far. "No, there is no way! I'm not going out there!" Ichigo said a hint of fear hidden in his voice. Kisuke Urahara sighed, "The others called in Ichigo. You still are considered the best, please; I need you to do this for me." Ichigo caught the look of desperation in Kisuke's eyes, his resolve crumbling away. "You. Owe. Me. BIG TIME." Ichigo ground out, going to a mirror and checking his appearance. Kisuke tackled Ichigo, "Thank you so much! I knew I could count on you!" Ichigo pushed him off, "I'll go soothe you rowdy crowd. So much for being a manager."

Several minutes later Ichigo stepped out the red curtain and walked down a mini walkway to a circular area with a stripper's pole in the center. The Bar's Patrons grew quiet as Ichigo cleared his throat. "The performers for tonight seem to be missing so the show is going to be... altered." Whispers and mumbles broke out amongst the crowd, the music in the bar stopping as Ichigo waited for the people to quiet down.

Rukia, Orihime, Rangiku, and a confused Tatsuki entered Urahara's, sitting at a table and ordering drinks for their "Ladies Night". The drinks arrived and the girls began chatting, ignoring the strange surroundings of Urahara's new bar. The moment they heard Ichigo's voice they all froze and turned, looking toward the stage in shock.

Grimmjow had to work for Urahara to pay for the expenses of living at the shop/bar. He took the job of being a bartender and had become quite good with mixing drinks, occasionally creating tricks to do with the ingredients. The 6'3" blunette didn't speak much to the customers, just trying to get his job done right as the night wore on. He was mixing a Bloody Mary for someone when the Orange-haired guy got on the stage. Grimmjow poured the drink and looked up at the young man on stage. 'What the hell is Kurosaki doing? Where are the performers?' Grimmjow thought as Ichigo spoke, his eyes never leaving the tan skin of his former enemy.

Ichigo sighed and waited on stage, calming his nerves as the bar grew quiet. A nod from Ichigo signaled the music. "Scream" By Avenged Sevenfold blared through the speakers around the stage as Ichigo shed his shirt, doing a backbend and grabbing the Stripper Pole behind him. Ichigo rolled his body back up, keeping a hand on the pole as he smirked, losing himself in the music. Ichigo wrapped a leg around the pole, pushing off with his other foot and going around the pole once before dropping off into a split that had several men wincing.

"Scream till there's silence, Scream while there's life left..."

Ichigo stood, turning back to the pole and grinding up and down on it, making several women gasp in shock, Ichigo couldn't see them and didn't care. This is what he missed; being on stage is so different than watching others. He allowed a wicked grin to spread across his face.

"Scream from the pleasure, mask your desire. Perishing!"

Ichigo dropped to his knees and crawled to the edge of the stage, his eyes lidded and he pulled back, standing graciously and running his hands across his body, letting everything that plagued him go as he danced.
The music was the only thing in Ichigo's head, which was the way he liked it. Here, he didn't have to protect anyone or act like someone else. This was the best form of expression for him and Ichigo grinned, his heart thundering in his chest as he finished his performance with his special flair.
He did a back-flip to the pole and grabbed it, jumping and swinging himself in a circle, his hands helping him spin as he landed front and center stage, knees spread apart with one fist punched up in the air.

The crowd screamed and shouted, hands clapping and some open-mouthed gazes as Ichigo got up and walked backstage and to his personal room. Ichigo looked in the mirror, seeing his tan skin glisten with sweat and suddenly, Ichigo realized he was in only his thong. 'No damn wonder they cheered...' he thought as he pulled on some casual clothes and heard a knock on the door.

"Come in", Ichigo said as Kisuke poked his head in. "The Strawberry still has his touch I see", he commented, only to get a sigh from Ichigo. "I can't dance anymore because of my Dad. You know how he is. You also know what he will do to the both of us if he EVER finds out." Kisuke nodded and left to clear out the bar, hoping the mess wasn't too bad this time.

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Ichigo stepped outside of his temporary room at Kiskue's shop/ bar/ house and promptly ran into something. Ichigo landed flat on his ass, wincing slightly as his mind registered what happened. Suddenly a large hand came into view and Ichigo looked up to see the owner, a very quiet Grimmjow.

Ichigo took Grimmjow's hand and stood up, "um, sorry Grimmjow. I didn't mean to run in to you like that" Ichigo spoke softly and didn't look directly in to the Ex-Espada's eyes. He definitely didn't need to get into a fight tonight with the blue-haired man in front of him. Grimmjow chuckled, "relax Berry, I'm not here to fight but I might hit ya for looking so damn pitiful."

Ichigo looked up and glared as Grimmjow chuckled, sending a slight shiver down Ichigo's spine. "Cheer up kid, what's eating at you so much you don't have any fight in ya?" Ichigo bit his lip, unsure if he wanted to tell his ex-enemy or not. Ichigo let out a winded sigh and turned on his heel, leading Grimmjow to a small kitchen in Urahara's store. Ichigo noticed a small note on the table and snatched it up, reading it through twice.

'Ichi-chan,

I have errands to run tonight and I need you to keep an eye on the store and Grimm-Kitty. There's food in the cabinets, and a few movies on the counter that you two can watch. NO FIGHTING. I will be back late.

-Urahara'

Ichigo covered his mouth to suppress the laugh at Grimmjow's nickname, said blunette taking the paper from Ichigo and growling darkly. "Stupid Blonde Prick..." Grimmjow mumbled and Ichigo giggled as quietly as he could. Grimmjow turned to him, "What's so fucking funny?" Ichigo burst out laughing, falling up in the floor as Grimmjow watched, shocked, "H-he called y-you K-Kitty!" Ichigo gasped for breath still laughing as he rolled onto his back, smiling.

Grimmjow was about to punch Ichigo when the Orange haired menace rolled over and was... smiling? Grimmjow just stared at Ichigo, confused and happy at the same time. Grimmjow reached down and picked Ichigo up, carrying him as a red faced Ichigo vehemently protested. "G-Grimmjow what t-the hell? P-Put me down!"

Grimmjow chuckled and let Ichigo down beside a couch. "You were gonna lay in the floor for hours if I didn't do something. Now stay here and I will make food, I don't know if you can cook but I can." Ichigo went to say something but Grimmjow had already gone. In the kitchen, he was pulling things out of the cabinets, making something. Ichigo yawned, lay down on the couch, and closed his eyes for a quick nap.

TBC... Maybe