I am such a freak, XD. Okay basically I tweaked the whole 'You don't go into Hot Topic wearing Aeropostal' shit, but instead of naming all the Abercrombie and what the fuck I changed it to an even worse store that makes me wanna claw my eyes out with grimmjows kitty hands- Justice. It's a little girls clothing stores. EVERYTHING IS FUCKING PINK! Oh my god it burned so much I wanted to soak in bleach…the Clorox stuff and the anime…ooooh lala but anyway, I hope this is okay…oh, and don't be offended if I offend you. It's funny and obvious, but the idea for this struck me when I went to the mall…lol

He could see his reflection in the big glass doors. Bright spiky orange hair, brown eyes rimmed with a little eye liner, and tan skin. His tight purple skinny jeans and purple girl's tee clung to him tightly. He'd had to borrow one from his sister because all of his were packed up in boxes in his apartment. It was the least girly, but it was so tight it made him look like he had curves, which he refused to believe.

He needed to get a new job so he could afford the rent. The place he had worked at before burned down, because some asshole thought it'd be funny to smoke around a propane tank. That was not fun trying to herd people out of an exploding building.

So now he was at the entrance to the mall, place of a million shops, in hopes that one of the stores would need an employee…maybe one that wasn't ridiculous…some of the shops weren't even open anymore, out of business signs and the metal wall things over the clear entrances. He continued to wander around, not exactly sure where he was going.

The first place he tried, some shoe store, turned him down because of his 'attire'.

'pfft…'

Then his eyes caught a glimpse of black and red, the glorious sign of..Hot Topic.

Shiro POV

Goddamn…why am I awake? I can't remember. I was spinning in the chair I normally sat in behind the black counter, my head banging against the wall in a sad attempt to knock myself out for some sleep. Damn that rave and my weak ability to resist them…my iPod was blasting some song at a deafening volume to the average human ear. I didn't care, who needs hearing anyway?..what? I don't understand why I have to be up this early on a goddamn Sunday. There's no one even up in the world, let alone the mall. 9am is seriously too early. Cracking an eye open I spied on the others, how can anyone bear to move? Oh my god…

Harribel stood by the chair she gave piercings in. She told me once that she wanted to work in a tattoo place, and damn was she good at it. She had one of her legs and her hip completely inked, all different designs falling into each other, separate things, completely random, but somehow she could get them to blend and make perfect sense. She's a damn genius. Her face was mostly covered though by a zipper jacket that hardly concealed any part of her enormous chest, and a tattoo of a '3' could be seen on the left one. She also had on a pair of dark blue skinnies. I saw the other two whispering to each other by a rack of some Twilight bullshit. Why we had to even bring that shit in was a mystery to me. Ulquiorra, the emo-est of all emos stood there his arms crossed and a depressed look on his face. When he wasn't being such an emotionless bastard he was kinda fun and cute. He had dark green eyes and thick green eye-liner tear tracks down his cheeks. His skin was white enough to rival mine.

Grimmjow was still talking to his boyfriend. I snickered quietly at his blue eye markings. He'd gotten the tattoo when he was drunk from some dumbass with ink. He came in the next day, and I laughed my ass off.

No one was in here yet, but I kept my one eye open. You never know when those pink lovin' bitches are coming…it was because of our ongoing 'store wars' that the last guy who'd worked here quit. The pink hair dye in the sprinkler system and the fire alarm. That was the final straw. Sigh, damn Justice girls, they were going to pay for that.

I heard the door open and peeked my other eye open. My blessed and lucky eye. Bright orange hair could be seen over the counter I was banging my head against. As the orange poof got closer I could see a pair of disappointed chocolate colored eyes and a deep scowl that looked like it had been carved into the tan face. So far, very cute. He came up to where I was and he was all nervous like, wringing his hands. The shirt he was wearing was incredibly tight, making him look more feminine especially with the eyeliner, very tempting.

"yes?" I drawled sleepily, he looked annoyed.

"you work here, right?"

"no, I just come here to sleep."

"…"

"I'm kiddin', no shit I work here…" oops, he looked pissed now…oh well.

"the answer's probably no, but is there any way I could get a job here?" he closed his eyes and his cheeks turned pink, I swear I could've squealed 'kawaiii!'

I shrugged in answer when he blinked and pointed to Harribel. She was pretty much the boss around here, but damn did I want him to stay. Harribel looked at the cute boy, and nodded. She asked him questions, probably the same shit she asked me. Hmm. She caught my eye when she looked up. I shook my head violently up and down, oh hell yes.

She took him to the back room, probably getting papers or whatever signed, schedule worked out, and I dutifully stared at the ceiling. It was black. A few weeks ago I got tired of staring at the plain black ceiling, so I offered to paint it if I was given the materials. One of my favorite things to do is paint. Now, on my second favorite thing to stare at were streaks of color, blending across the ceiling from bright shades melding into blackness, in the corners I'd splotched golden and red with silvery white into shapes that resembled galaxies from a telescope. I am not a science nerd, I just have a thing for space and the idea of other worlds. Don't judge. After I was satisfied with the paint job I hooked up multi colored flashing lights. So all I had to do was climb a ladder, press a button, ad my eyes would be entertained. Unless an epileptic walked in…then I'd have to turn them off…maybe.

Glancing out the glass window, which also had some random designs of mine on it, I saw shiny black hair on 'the Midget'. That's what I called her. It was un known to the owner of the building, and most of the little shops here, but this whole mall (though mostly this little section here) was a war zone. Several stores were involved in the ongoing fight, but it was mostly the girls from the Justice little girly clothes place. And that head of black hair was the instigator!

"Ogihci" a gruff woman's voice sounded right next to me. I switched my iPod off quickly so she wouldn't break this one.

"Ogihcii!" and there went my left eardrum.

"Whaa-?"

"you watch him. That shouldn't be a problem for you" she smirked. Bitch.

"pfft, yeh yeh, whateveh." I bit down on the metal nub on the back of my lower lip, chewing on the back of the piercing. It was a bad habit of mine, but it was better then chewing on your nails, eh? It popped off and I re-snapped it with my fingers. I tasted blood so I licked the back of it. I could tell my eyebrows were scrunched up because my eyes were crossed. I heard an amused chuckle, and I quickly recovered my composure.

"I wasn' doin' nothin'~" it was the orange headed kid.

"so~…you're, how do you say it, O-git-si?"

I hate my first name, so goddamn much. Growling a little I answered, "no. no, don' call meh tha' it burns… Shirosaki, but ya can jus' call m'Shiro, kay?"

"awright, then, my names Ichigo. The scary blonde woman said you're going to watch me and say whether I can keep the job…though it looked like you were having problems with watching your own nose" he laughed. It was cute, but not at my expense.

"oh, shaddup ginger" that shut him up. He scowled. Okay never mind, the laughing at my expense is better.

"Sorry" eh, I didn't mean it, and he knew it, but he just nodded, his face un-scowl-ifying.

"Sooo…what do I do?"

"pfft, basically, stare at the ceiling until someone comes in. it's really only busy Saturdays 'n Fridays, whenever there's a party er whatever. Then ya jus' help 'em if they're retarded. At tha end o' the day there's an inventory of all the loose items, an' then some'n takes the trash out- usually Ulquiorra- and then we leave. Simple enough?"

He nodded…hmm to warn him of the war zone hazard or not…

"anything special I need to know?"

To warn it is then.

"well, Ichi, you've entered the war zone" I smiled at his 'what-the-fuck face.

"well, a while back one of the girls from a few squares over came in here an' knocked down two shelves full o' stuff. Said it was an accident, bu' we, bein' ourselves went for revenge. So durin' one o' their busiest days, we all got dressed up in our awesomely amazing clothes here, creepy makeup and spikes an' all and scared us some little girls. Since then there's been a sort of…we-will-get-you-for-that type war, occasionally the employees from other stores get involved. Particularly the Victoria secret girls…but that's okay sometimes…heh heh." His expression clearly read 'what-the0fuck-are-you-on?-and-where-do-I-get-some…' I couldn't help but laugh at it.

"what…thefuck?"

"all I'm sayin' is watch fer them girls, don' trust 'em."

"…the mall security and the owner doesn't mind?"

"it's a secreeeet…we don't exactly advertise 'bout it. sheesh"

"you're so retarded" he laughed again. Still as cute as the first time.

"m'kay…so"
"well, I know who you are, the insane albino, Shiro. Who's everyone else?"

Pfft, I am not insane. I have several papers stating so.

"I'm just sun-deprived. Well, ya know Harribel. She looks nice, but you do NOT want to mess with her. The only guy that ever dared to call her 'hairy ball' was found in a ditch with multiple stab and burn wounds."

He gulped audibly, "right, note to self, don't piss her off…"

"that's Ulquiorra, the one with the black hair, green eyes, and funky makeup. He barely talks, but if you call him batman he'll beat the fuck outta you. And don't even try to make nice with him, unless ya think ya can handle 'the glare of doom'."

His thin fuzzy orange eyebrow quirked and he eyed me with the same 'what the hell are you on' look.

"last an' least is t Grimmjow. He's an asshole, plain an' simple. An' if I were ya, I wouldn't say nothin' 'bout his blue eyeshadow tattoo." I still couldn't control my giggles.

"oh, you have a snakebite" he just now noticed?

"why, yes, yes I do"

"I've always wanted a snakebite, I think they're sexy."

He was so teasing me…swear to the non-existent gods…that made me chew even more on the back of the piercing. I stared at him curiously, and he stared back defiantly. Okay, no denying it, I like him.

Then, the inevitable happened. Someone came in the door. Damn it. Some chick with her hair teased and spiked out at least five inches. Damn good hairspray…her arms were bedecked with bracelets up to her elbows, and she had a goofy smile.

Automatically Ichigo stepped back, studying the person who was perusing the hair-dye.

Looking around I noticed that we were the only ones up front now. Che, lazy-asses went in the back.

As soon as the girl left, spewing something about Twilight versus Harry Potter, even more people came in. How the hell are so many people up at…10? I watched Ichigo wander around doing the typical 'this-is-my-first-day-gotta-make-a-good-impression' routine. The fake smile on his face made him look sick though…ah well.

i visually wandered around the walls, staring at some of the shit we had hanging up. you know, my mind must llove teasing me, or know really great ways to motivate me, b'cuz the second my eyes hit those short skirts with the studs and chains, I couldn't quit merging the images of Ichi and short skirts. Hot damn, I'd just met the guy and I'm already imaginin' strange things. Snap out of tit dumbass!

"uh, heller?" oh right, I was at the counter…at my job. Okay work now…do other things later. Only two more hours until my twenty minutes lunch break. More like…run-as-quick-as-you-can-to-the-nearest-Starbucks break…

Several people remarked about the ceiling, asking who painted it, "your. Mom."…and saying how 'abstract' it was. Damn straight it's abstract…cuz realism is for pricks. If they think the ceiling's great, they should check out Harribel's legs. Not only are they fine, but the tattoo artidtry fuckin' amazin' ten times better then anything I could do. Hmm, though I've never tried with a tattoo gun b'fore, wonder what it's like.

All of a sudden the music that was playin' from the speakers stopped. What the- and then something terrible happened…I heard something start saying 'baby' over and over again, oh dear god, it was the Justin Beaver kid! Holy fuck. I could feel the few brain cells I had start to melt and blood drip from my ears…okay maybe I was exaggerating…but only a little. I caught a glimpse of shiny black hair and I knew who the culprit of this atrocity was…those goddamn Justice girls! I could see Ichigo's eye twitch, well that was good, he had a sense of hearing. Dropping whatever I was holding-probably a customer's clothes, I raced to the stereo, kicked it, and almost ripped the ear-sore out.

My turn now…gotta think of something.