Whoa! It's been so long my dear readers! Yes I've been gone for quite a while haha…Well please forgive me for that! I had some exams and I have more to come and more personal stuff just came flying at me. I promise I shall start back up as fast as I did before! My muse is slowly returning.

Don't worry, I WILL continue, "Stand with me." So calm down fangirls…and fanboys.

So this is the beginning of the story that I said I'd be trying out. Please tell me what you think. Like it? Hate it? Interesting? Boring?

And review please! And also let me know if you still want me to continue with my other story. I don't want to write a story no one's even going to read or review lol…Just saying.

By the way, thank you so much to ichibanseikan! You really helped me with my stress and you've really supported me! I thank you so much for that and this is for you and all my work is thanks to you! You've really helped me. Thanks again! (;

So yes, on with the show!

The smooth cool wood of Ichigo's guitar sank through the material of his denim jeans. He sat on the rough surface of a nearby bench at the slight outskirts of the playground near his neighborhood. Ichigo sighed as he adjusted the battered black strap that held his guitar upright. The soft melody of the vibrating metal strings on his guitar rung through the thick atmosphere of the winter scenery. It was just the beginning of winter and a light blanket of white fluff already was scattered on the ground of Karakura. It was usually always cold year round. It was cold or rainy, mostly both. Now it was cold and snowing.

"What a great way to hang out outside." Ichigo said to no one in particular. He glanced at the abandoned playground. Swings and the little 'merry-go round' moved with the slight breeze of the weather. The scuffed yellow plastic slide had a thin layer of ice clinging to it and the monkey bars were also frosted over. Ichigo moved his sneakers around in the small puddle of melted snow beneath the bench. He could hear the light chatter of people holiday shopping in the nearby plaza that stretched around the playground. The area served as a resting area for parents and a entertainment area for children who had grown bored of walking around from shop to shop with their nagging parents. Chiming silver bells hung around the hems of banners around the shops. Mistletoe hung atop of random doorways. Ichigo let out a shaky breath, watching the condensation seep out and disappear a few moments later. Christmas carolers walked passed, their airy soothing voices drifting and mixing in with the quiet tune of Ichigo's guitar. Christmas shoppers walked past Ichigo, talking with each other or on the phone, some laughing, some scolding their children and some talking on the phone discussing whether or not to buy fruitcake. Or some nonsense like that. Ichigo jumped slightly as the buzzing of his phone startled him. He dug into his jean pockets and pulled out his phone and flipped it open, pressing the chartreuse phone button, "Hello?"

"Ichigo my son! Where are you?" Ichigo's father, Isshin hollered over the phone.

Ichigo withdrew the phone from his ear, "Calm down old man. I'm at the playground near the square. What do you need?"

"Well I need you home my dear son!" Isshin cried out. "There's something that came in the mail for you." A pause, "And it's something very important. It's from a –" Another pause, "Hueco Mundo modeling agency? Ichigo? Hello, Ichigo? You there my son?"

Ichigo dropped his phone.

He didn't even seem to care as the flimsy phone clattered to the ground, the cell phone charm clanging also onto the ground. Ichigo broke out of his daze and grabbed the cellular device, "O-Oh right, I'll be right there. Don't you dare open that letter old man!"

"Alright then my son. Hurry home, your sisters and I miss you dearly!" Isshin said once more and Ichigo slammed his phone shut with annoyance. Ichigo strapped his guitar extra tightly and swung it around so it would balance on his back and he shoved his phone back into his jean pockets. Time to face the music, Ichigo thought grimly.

Ichigo finally made his way back to him abode. He had to dodge many shoppers, little children (He had almost stepped on a little girl and he managed to run FAR away from an angry soccer mom and dad…) and old ladies with bags full of heavy fruitcakes. He had busted through the front door to see his family around the kitchen.

"Hello Onii-san!" His sister Yuzu exclaimed, her auburn hair swaying.

"Heya Ichi-nii." Karin waved.

"Ichigo! Hello my son!" Isshin Kurosaki said as he tried to land a flying macho kick onto Ichigo's torso, which Ichigo dodged, making the crazy man fly out of the open door and into the cold snow. "N-Nice w-w-work I-I-I-Ichigo!" Isshin said as he held up a quaking thumb up as his teeth chattered from the cold.

"Yeah right old man. Now where's that thing that came in the mail for me?" Ichigo muttered as he sat down his guitar on the couch in the living room. He sighed as he rubbed his freezing hands briskly in front of the roaring fireplace.

"I-It's on the t-t-table son." Isshin groaned out as Yuzu put a fluffy blanket around her frostbitten father.

"Yeah thanks old man." Ichigo said as he walked into the kitchen. He saw the small manila envelope sitting on the wooden table. He picked it up and stroked the sides of the parchment. He held his breath as he teared open the seal. He pulled out the albino sheet.

Dear Ichigo Kurosaki,

I am pleased to let you know that I have decided to let you work in my prestige modeling company, Hueco Mundo. I have evaluated your photography work and have noticed a remarkable and significant change and improvement in your skills. I would love and enjoy having you work and be the lead photographer. You will be photographing…

The note was cut short when Ichigo jumped for joy and let the parchment flutter to the floor.

"Yes! Oh god, this is really happening!" Ichigo yelled as he skipped merrily around the kitchen table.

"What's happening Ichi-nii?" Karin asked, raising a brow at her brother's sudden happiness.

"Read this letter!" Ichigo said, kicking the note to Karin who picked it up and skimmed over the note.

"So who are these guys?" Karin asked, holding out the paper.

"What guys?" Ichigo stopped and snatched the paper away.

"The one's at the end of the letter." Karin sighed.

Ichigo's eyes widened even more as he read the names at the end of the letter.

You will be photographing the models, Grimmjow Jeagerjaque and Shirosaki Ogichi.

Your loving uncle,

Sosuke Aizen.

Ichigo could have fainted…and he did.

Ha so what did you think of the beginning? I'm still not sure who I should pair Ichigo up with…Grimmjow or Shirosaki?

Or maybe with a mystery character that might make an appearance later in the story? Hm? You interested now?

Haha well review and let me know what you think!

Arigato, Ja ne.

Skyrus.