I know I've jumped on the band wagon of Pop Star, but go on admit it's fun yeah!
Ichigo – autistic tendencies – obsessed with Grim a TV magician known as 'Lord of Darkness' falls into a socially unhealthy relationship. However, unsocial for some means perfect for them. This will be quite adult in content as well as a bit sappy in places to & don't expect them to be in character! Oh blimey have I put you off now?
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It was rather like watching paint dry for one and being at a deep and meaningful religious ceremony to the other. The air was thick with tension, so much so, one orange haired observer was biting his nails, even though he knew he'd get scolded for it, but he didn't care. All he cared about right now was the magic show on the TV.
Raw Umber eyes that danced with gleaming lights of yellow ochre watched entranced as powerful thunderous music flowed out the flat screen that hung on the wall. The set was dark, only one pin point of light focused down on the mediaeval guillotine and the mysterious blue haired man pinning a struggling girl into the instrument of death. Her pretentious struggle irritated Ichigo as much as her fake blonde hair, but his eyes didn't waver from the evil grin on the handsome face. To Ichigo it was as if the show was performed just for him, those blue eyes were only looking at him. That smile was his smile and the whole act was just because Ichigo was watching. TV wasn't just a show for millions, it was in his lounge, in his hotels, in his mind. If Ichigo was bored, then TV would jump to his command, his DVD's would perform for him and that in itself was magic to Ichigo's simplified mind.
When he watched he lived as if he was the room with 'Herr Von Darkness Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez'. The man was his friend and lover, the sound track wrapped around his body, filled his senses to the max. It didn't matter they'd never actually met. It was all real to Ichigo.
All those times he's spent alone, locked in his apartment with Grim's show playing and fucking himself into an oblivion with anything he could shove up himself and wrap around his cock.
It was real.
It was Grim's length impaling him, it was Grim's magic rope and bindings that wrapped around his organ and it was Grim's hand that pumped him until his eyes rolled and his body gave in.
"I know how they do that." A bored female voice erupted unwelcome through the heavy silence. Ichigo ignored her hoping that it was enough to make her just disappear in a puff of smoke just like the lion had done in the previous act. Everyone knew how they did that, it was magic - duh! But it was hard to ignore someone who was running their hands up his naked legs and kissing his shoulder. Couldn't she see he was perched on the edge of the bed to get a better view of the TV? And how could she know anything? It was magic! It was real! He clicks his fingers and that's it. It all just vanishes! This girl, what ever her name was he'd forgotten now, was sooooooooo dumb. He tried an irritated shrug to get her off him, but failed.
A messy head of blonde, with bad roots worse than the girl on TV, got in the way of the screen, her annoying hands still trying to get his attention by rubbing his cock. "All you do is watch this over and over and over..." Her lips moving up his thigh made him wince. "Come on big boy, I know something we can do that's a lot more fun!" Her voice sounded funny to him, to anyone else it may have been seductive but to Ichigo it wasn't. It was riled him, it angered him.
It stopped him enjoying the only thing he wanted to do.
He placed two hands on her shoulders and pushed her away scowling.
"I'm watching this!" He tutted immediately turning back to the the screen and the...now ended show.
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There was a high pitch scream, a crash of broken glass and a mad cackle laughter from the room next door. The four men playing cards looked at each other and as one said, "Ichigo." Their dead pan voices lingered in the air waiting for the next predictable sound and as ever it was followed by more screaming and loud abusive yelling.
"Ya fucking bitch! Get out! Get out!"
"Stupid Jerk!" Was yelled back to the sound of a door slamming. "Ya just some freak you know! You're a fucking kid in a man's body!" Her voice still wailed at the door that had no doubt slammed in her face.
"Gonna sort ya brother out?" Renji drawled looking at Shiro who sighed and threw down his hand. He was tired of this, they all where. Ichigo was losing the plot faster than any of them could stuff a mountain of rock star money inside their pants.
Breaking glass made them all tut and shake their heads. This would be the third hotel and the third TV that met a messy end on a thirteen week tour of thirteen states. Being on the top of thirteenth floors really wasn't going to do the flat screen any good other than make it a whole lot flatter and possibly a hell of a lot wider...only just not all joined up at the same time. "I tell ya, he's fucking screwed in the head." Renji added as if it needed saying, they all knew Ichigo was screw-ball, they just didn't understand the medical shit that was explained to them.
"Yeah says the idiot one." Shiro cuffed the back of Renji's head as he passed.
"Why's he always like this when ever we finish on that song?"
"He just is." Shiro said shrugging as he reaching the door. "Reminds him of what he's lost."
"Yeah his fucking marbles!" Ikkau grinned.
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Ichigo snorted up the row of neat powder, grimacing and pinching the bridge of his nose as it stung like a bitch, but he still managed to swig a heafty mouthful of neat whisky from the bottle clasped in his hand. It was all too easy to score some powder from the groupies and they always found a body to fuck, girl or boy he didn't much know the difference, didn't much care. The nameless girl had meant as much to him as blowing his nose. The alcohol helped his mind pause, the combination of the drugs, usually gave him some relief from the bitter mind numbing shit his brain constantly rambled on about; it stopped his confusion. Why did she stop him seeing his show? That's all he wanted was to watch it. Now he couldn't and it was her fault. Her fault he got mad, her fault. She'd made him rip it from the wall. Why?
He hated that question. There were too many things that had that unknown element. Things his brother tried to explain but he just didn't get it. It really didn't matter if the why was because the hotel had run out of ketchup or why She had died.
He didn't didn't didn't get why people had to die.
Life was hard, he didn't understand people, he didn't understand how he fitted in with them, how he affected them. All he knew was how much they made an impact in his life and quite often that impact wasn't anything like what he wanted.
Ichigo hated being told what to do, he hated not being told what to do. He didn't like the shadows that watched over him, or the shadows that didn't help him when he was scared. He was often scared. Being in a world of people and feeling so alone, misunderstood and confused was way harder than anyone anticipated. It was way more frightening and suffocating and chaotic.
A blinding headache spasmed across his forehead and his legs threatened to give way. He stumbled back towards the bed, falling just to catching his backside on the edge and screwed his eyes up at the maze of vermilion hues that began to stretch across his vision. He ignored the knocking at his door and the sound of his brother, after all who else would find him hidden in the depths of this basin of sticky candy covered dough that dragged his arms abundant weight downwards.
His eyes stared up as if looking through a pool of rippling water, above him a face indistinct at first but then as his eyes blurred it all came into focus.
Each tear that dripped from his face brought the image clearer and closer. He tipped the whisky and downed the finale third of a bottle, not caring that it spewed from his mouth and all over his face. He threw the empty across to smash on the wall, his hands reaching up to grab the beautiful woman heading ghostly towards him.
"Mom!" He moaned wishing he could reach up and grab her, never let her go again. "MOM!" He called out louder.
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Shiro stood impatiently waiting as the hotel manager overrode the door scanner. Both men and security guards entered the room. Their hearts leapt into their mouths, their timing catching a naked Ichigo running for the window.
Arms flung wide, screaming for his mother, Ichigo jumped into the blue sky...but not until after his foot caught on the jagged edge of window, his body seemed to slam downwards and outwards quicker than any of them could run and catch the stream of blood or flailing limbs.
"ICHI!" Shiro bellowed rushing past the guards but he was too late.
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Quicker than Ichigo wanted, his decent finished, the back of his head greeting the TV that cushioned his fall.