A/N: This is a request by RazorLike and it's been forever in the making. XD I'm such a slowpoke lately! But you all forgive me yes? 8D I've wanted to do a story like this, involving one of the Bleach boys being a musician, and I had a RenjiIchi request for this. Apparently, I do really good RenjiIchi. Sooo~ Here we go!
Disclaimer: No own Bleach or 'With Me Tonight' by The Used
"Come on! It'll be fun," she wheedled him with a smile as she dragged him into the 'hole-in-the-ground' café.
"Fine, fine!" He chuckled and allowed himself to be pulled inside.
Dimly lit, there was a small circular stage with a single soft spotlight. Small round tables with spindly chairs made of metal were clustered about in a seemingly haphazard manner that projected a relaxed atmosphere. One side of the open room was spanned by a bar with stools up against it. Bathrooms near the bar. All around, it was a nice place to hang out when a person just wanted some privacy and get away from the real world.
"It's…nice," he admitted, taking in the subdued colors and over all mellow aura of the place. IT wasn't his usual bag but his girlfriend was into poetry and all that deep stuff as she had put it. He was sure Momo had put it better but then he had stopped listening soon after. Not that he didn't like her, he did, he just couldn't get into this stuff as much as she did.
"You'll grow to like it Renji," came her confident reply. No second meaning had been insinuated, the black haired female was too honest for that.
He didn't reply and simply followed her to the bar where his girlfriend ordered an expresscino or some coffee drink. Figuring he may as well start enjoying himself, Renji ordered a screwdriver and the couple joined the sparse crowd in sitting. Everyone's gaze was directed to the stage and it was soon apparently why.
A figure stepped out of the darkness that pooled outside the orb of light illuminating the stage. The first thing that caught his attention was the arresting color of his hair. Bright freaking orange. Had to be dyed, he thought idly and sipped his alcoholic drink. The male, he could tell from the obvious lack of breasts and the thin, barely curved hips, turned to face the audience. A strong jaw that bespoke of defiance and strength, lips, a bit on the thin side but still nicely formed, warm chocolate eyes that drew his listeners to him. He grasped an acoustic guitar, the wood dark, with sure hands and took a seat on the lone stool.
The way I broke your heart very literally
This ghost haunts me more than it should be
I'm not gonna walk away or turn my head in shame
I never thought it could kill me
A clean slate, one more day, further away I want you, You don't want me Just let me make some time to take it back a little A clean slate, one more day, further away I want you, You don't want me I need you, you don't need me A clean slate, one more day, further away I want you, You don't want me
My mistake for wasting yours and mine
I want you but will you stay with me today
The way you smile shines the heavens above me
Never going to let you go, I want you all the time
I've got to prove you can trust me
My mistake for wasting yours and mine
I want you but will you stay with me today
When you are low, I am not okay
I want you but will you stay with me today
My mistake for wasting yours and mine
I want you but will you stay with me today
I need you, because you need me
When you are low, I am not okay
I want you but will you stay with me today
He played with confidence, his voice low but carrying through the small café to everyone who chose to listen to him. Most of the time he looked at his acoustic guitar, the instrument was beautifully cared for, with its dark, nearly black wood. But, as if feeling particularly persist eyes on him, he glanced up and saw the redhead.
His lips twitched, almost forming a smile but not quite, and he winked slowly so it wouldn't be missed.
Renji felt his cheeks heat. The hell?! Had the guy just done what he thought he had!? Winked at him?!
Apparently no one else had caught what had passed between them since the slighter male was allowed to finish his slow paced song in peace.
The orange haired male stood, bowed, and left the small stage to a more than modest amount of applause.
"Who was that?" Renji asked Momo sitting beside him, concealing how he had been affected by the other.
"His name's Ichigo Kurosaki, a new and popular addition to the rounds here. There are a few regulars, who aren't on tonight it looks like, but he just started playing here about a week ago," she explained, smiling and winding her arm through his. "How about we go out for the rest of the night? I know how restless you can get."
He grinned down at her and obliged, leading them both from the table after leaving money for their drinks and a tip.
But before they went out the door, he looked over his shoulder to find the guitarist staring at him with amusement. The redhead returned the look, adding a cocky grin and a small salute as they stepped out and left.
Ichigo turned to the man at the bar and ordered an Irish coffee. "Looks like she brought another one this time," he said, shrugging and feigning disinterest. Though that wasn't true. He really liked the looks of this one.
"Tch, last one was a bit creepy. All smiley faced and polite and shit." The other male shrugged and handed over the ordered drink. "At least this one is decent looking," he concluded, his blue hair standing out almost as much as Ichigo's orange spikes.
Snorting, he sipped the hot coffee and liquor. "You were just pissed that he came onto you, Grimm."
"Damn straight. Pissed me off trying to smooth talk me into bed when he's with somebody. Prick," he said with a growl and took a few more orders before returning to their conversation. "Whatever, I know what you're thinking. You want him," Grimmjow chuckled.
"Fuck yeah. He's smoking hot and you know it asshole," Ichigo grinned good naturedly.
He shook her head, blue strands waving side to side and nearly touching his nose. "Well, gotta say I wish you luck. That chick had brought in three different guys this time, that quiet blonde, the creepy brunette, and now this 'smoking hot' redhead as you put it. Either she likes to change her playthings or she can't keep a boyfriend."
"And she won't keep this one." The slightly shorter male announced. "This one will be mine."
A/N: Not too bad? I think I may have made Ichigo a bit too cocky and Renji a bit too shy. But I liked how this turned out. =3 Reviews are put in a neat little safe box with rainbow and heart stickers on it! 8D