Ichigo's friends' looks are based on what they look like after the time-skip. For those of you haven't read the manga, google works wonders ;). (Although you should really read the manga)

Band: Chad-Bass, Renji-Drums, Inoue-Keyboard, Tatsuki- guitarist and vocals.

For those of you who don't know the main honorable suffixes in the Japanese language that are used in this story are: -san, which is used for male and female, -kun used for male, and -chan is used for women.

I do not own Bleach or its characters (unfortunately).

Ichigo Kurosaki was in a very bad mood. His car wouldn't start this morning, making him late to work again, when he got there, he ended up punching his manager in the face. The moron had made some stupid comment about his hair again. Ichigo had quit the job out of anger, effectively leaving himself unemployed again.

When he got home he had found a puddle of cat vomit left over for him by his black cat, Yoruichi. On top of that, he hadn't gotten laid in months and the stress was getting to him. Today was a perfectly suck-tastic day and he just wanted it to end.

He groaned as the phone rang shrilly next to him. Ichigo had just popped open a soda and had settled down to watch some mindless television with every intention of passing out when the phone started to ring. Fuck, he could never catch a break. He considered not answering it but on the chance it was one of his sisters or his mom, he picked it up with a barely civil, "What."

"Ichigo," The smooth voice belonged to his friend Chad. Ichigo sat up and felt the anger drain from him slightly. Chad would only call if it was important.

Ichigo ran a hand through his orange hair tiredly. "Yeah, what's up Chad?"

"Tatsuki is sick." Chad murmured. The anger was back and then some.

"No." was Ichigo's immediate response. No fucking way.

"Ichigo."

"No, Chad. It's not my fault the idiot got sick. I refuse."

"…"

"No. I am not getting in front of a bunch of people. Find someone else."

"…"

"Can't you find someone else? I'm sure you know others who are better than me."

"….."

"Oh damn it, fine Chad I'll do it, but I'm not singing."

"…."

"Okay, fine, I'll sing. Fuck it." Ichigo snarled angrily. "When and where?"

"Hueco Mundo Nightclub, 9 o'clock."

Ichigo nearly shouted, "That's in two hours!" He pinched the bridge of his nose and heaved a sigh. "Alright, Alright. I'll be there. Tell Tatsuki she owes me big for this."

"Hmm." Was the man's response.

"Yeah, yeah, don't thank me yet. See you in a little while Chad." Ichigo hung up and just growled in frustration. Chad was the only one that could get him to do shit like this. Chad was in a band with Tatsuki and couple other of their friends from high school. They had started the rock group in their last year of high school and it had really taken off lately.

Chad and Ichigo had met when they were taking guitar lessons together in elementary school. But unlike Chad, Ichigo had taken the whole guitar thing farther than high school.

Shit, he groaned to himself, Ichigo hoped he remembered how to play.

He got off his couch and stomped down the hall to his bathroom. He shucked off his work clothes and stepped into the shower, turning the hot water on as he went. This was gonna be a long night.

Ichigo glared at his closet, orange brows furrowed, as if the closet was an affront to nature itself. He didn't know much about the Hueco Mundo Nightclub, just that it was a new, prestigious music and dance club, (how Tatsuki's band got a gig there, was beyond Ichigo). The question that remained for Ichigo was what the fuck he was supposed to wear to this gig. Jeans, t-shirt and sneakers didn't feel right, but he didn't know what else.

He checked his watch and groaned- he didn't have time for this. His thoughts ran wild for an easy solution and groaned when only one came up. He needed help, fast.

Foot tapping impatiently, Ichigo waited for the door to open. He banged on the wood with his fist again and kept tapping. He crossed his arms and waited anxiously. As he raised his fist to hit the door again a grumbled, "Hold on," was shouted through the door.

Throwing on some clean clothes and shoes, Ichigo had ran to the house next door, knowing he needed help from professionals.

The door was eventually opened to reveal his neighbor, Ikkaku. He was frowning, the red tattoos around his eyes enhanced the glare he leveled on Ichigo, a glare he returned.

"What?" demanded Ikkaku gruffly.

Ichigo uncrossed and then re-crossed his arms, shifted his weight from one leg to the other before finally grinding out, "I need help." Ikkaku raised an eyebrow waiting for more information and Ichigo gritted his teeth. Shit, he really didn't like having to ask for help. "I need Yumichika's help." He clarified reluctantly.

Ikkaku grinned and tossed his head back with a laugh. "You must be desperate Kurosaki."

Ichigo said nothing, just scowled and waited impatiently. Ikkaku laughed again before turning to walk inside his house, beckoning for Ichigo to follow. Ikkaku led him into a large kitchen where Yumichika stood at the sink, washing some dishes.

His face was scrunched up and he was grumbling something that sounded like, "not a beautiful chore….too beautiful for such an unbeautiful task…"

Ikkaku put his arms around the man's waist and kissed him on the neck before saying, "Kurosaki is here babe, says he needs your help."

Yumichika's purple eyes lit up and he withdrew his arms from the dirty water and dried them before turning to look at Ichigo with a grin. Ichigo nearly balked but reminded himself that he needed help.

"What's on your mind Kurosaki-chan?" Yumichika questioned with a smile walking closer to Ichigo. Ichigo' shoulders tensed.

He sighed and grumbled before saying, "I need your help finding something to wear, Tatsuki is sick and I have to fill in with the band at a night club." He rubbed at his neck, "I have no idea how to dress for this."

Yumichika laughed excitedly and darted forward, linking arms with Ichigo who jerked in surprise. He tossed back his head to say, "Come along Ikkaku, we're gonna go through Kurosaki-chan's closet." Before dragging Ichigo out of the house and next door to his own. Ichigo was somewhat surprised by the smaller man's strength but didn't fight him. Ikkaku followed close behind with a grin on his face, Ichigo felt himself cringe when he saw that grin. Oh dear God, what had he gotten himself into?

Shirt after shirt after pair of jeans flew out of Ichigo's closet, landing on the floor, bed and Ikkaku. Yumichika was tearing apart the closet while his boyfriend sat on the bed, his features amused. Ichigo walked into the room and yelped in surprise.

"What the hell," he demanded. His clothes were everywhere and his preciously spotless room was now a disaster. He set the black guitar case he had been carrying down on the ground and eased cautiously over to the closet.

"Yumichika," the orange head ventured, "What the hell, man? What did my closet ever do to you?" Ichigo had to duck back quickly lest he be hit in the head by an armful of hangers as Yumichika came darting out of the closet.

His boyfriend was ready and swept the mound of clothes off the bed so that Yumichika could set his armful down on a clear surface. Yumichika grinned in satisfaction and Ichigo crept over to his bed, leering fearfully at the bed.

The color drained from his face. He didn't even know where half of those clothes had come from because he knew they weren't his. Skirts, girly looking half-pants, not shorts but not pants either, see through shirts, go-go boots, what the hell?

He stiffened as Yumichika turned toward him with a smirk, one matched by Ikkaku, Ichigo's eyes widened and he started to back away. He didn't make it far before Ikkaku tackled him and Yumichika began undressing him.

Ichigo yelled and shouted and tried to claw his way out of the flurry, tornado of clothes that swirled around him. Clothes were put on before deemed unfit by Yumichika's tsk-ing voice and were yanked off and replaced by something else.

Finally, Ichigo was pulled to his feet and shoved in front of a mirror. It took a second to regain his bearings but once he did, he was pissed. He shouted and turned on the two men.

"What the fuck?! You guys do understand I'm a man, don't you?!" They had fit him into a black skirt that barely covered his ass and a matching mesh tube top that showed his midriff and clung to his muscled body. He had never seen the clothes before and has he ripped the top from his body, he hoped never to see them again.

He threw the shirt at Ikkaku who had started laughing. Yumichika tsked again while looking Ichigo up and down.

"Your right," he sighed, "You just can't pull off the skirt, very well, here," he said tossing a new bundle of clothes at Ichigo. Ichigo took them and glared at them suspiciously before going into his bathroom and changing.

He looked in the mirror and grudgingly admitted that it looked good, perfect for a night club. Purple skin-tight jeans with a black studded belt at his hips, a tight fitting, sleeveless black t-shirt with a flaming blue skull, black leather studded wrist bands and black boots. It showed off his lithe, muscled body and it looked good on him. He laced up the black combat boots and walked out of the bathroom.

The conversation that had been going on between Ikkaku and Yumichika ceased as he stepped out. They stared at him, mouths agape.

"What?" he demanded fiercely, self-consciously. The clothes were tighter than what he normally wore and the way they were staring at him was unnerving.

Ikkaku swallowed hard and Yumichika coughed. They shared a glance. The two had wanted to help Ichigo look good for his gig and they had done just that. They had done that very well. They both felt like their brains had shorted out.

Ichigo started to say something before glancing at his watch and shouting, "Shit, I'm gonna be late if I don't hurry." He snatched up his guitar, grabbed his keys and before leaving, turned to look at the two men still sitting dumbstruck on his bed. "Will you guys lock the door when you leave please? Thanks and thanks for the clothes."

He ran out the door, jumped in his car and left; tires squealing as he floored it, speeding down the road towards down town.

Ikkaku swallowed again. Ichigo had said that he had never been to Hueco Mundo before but Ikkaku had. Yumi and he had gone there for a date and they had had a blast. It was a new club with great music, drinks and food; it was also Karakura's first and only gay bar.

They knew that yet they had dressed Ichigo like that, they hadn't thought about it until he had come out of the bathroom. Ikkaku looked at Yumi again and they both came to same conclusion and nodded.

They ran out of Kurosaki's house, locking it up behind them before locking their own and getting in their car. They had to get there to help Ichigo because with the smoking hot way the berry was dressed, he was gonna get molested the second he stepped foot in that bar.

Ichigo got to the bar with time to spare, barely having to speed. He had enough time to set up and figure out the music they were going to play before having to perform. He rued the fact that he didn't have time to practice but he would just have to suck it up.

He got out of his car, a small beat-up blue Toyota, and grabbed his guitar. He locked the doors and headed for the entrance. He had thought about using the employee entrance but he couldn't find the turn-in spot for it so he was forced to park out front and walk in the public entrance.

There was a long line of people waiting at the door, standing around and talking. They still had about ten minutes before the club opened. Ichigo walked over to the entry guy. The orange head raised his guitar and said, "I'm with the band playing tonight."

The guy nodded him through. As he went through, Ichigo missed it when the guy roved his eye up and down the orange head's lithe body, plainly checking him out.

The door shut behind him and Ichigo got his first look at Hueco Mundo. It was polished, black, blue, green, red and silver, with a chrome trim and finish. The room was spacious the dance floor large and open with tables around the edge and a bar on the far side. In front of the dance floor was a raised stage that rose to Ichigo's thighs. It was what a person expected a nightclub to look like.

"Kurosaki-kun," came an attention catching call. Ichigo turned to find its source and saw Orihime Inoue, one of his friends from high school. With her was Chad, Renji, Mizuiro and a man Ichigo didn't know. Ichigo walked towards them, still looking at his surroundings before looking at his friends. Chad was big and dark with a small bit of hair on his chin, Renji's red hair was longer than he remembered, Mizuiro was still short, quiet, staring at his phone with short, straight black hair. Inoue's hair was long, reddish brown with fringed bangs and she wore a happy smile on her face. Staring at her was the man Ichigo didn't know. He had black hair, bright green eyes and pale skin, his face showed no emotion or feeling.

"What's up guys?" Ichigo said with a careless wave. They were all wearing black or variations of it with other colors, except Inoue who was wearing a solid white dress that show cased her large breasts. (Ichigo didn't even have a problem not staring, Inoue was nice but Ichigo didn't feel any attraction to her (1). Unlike the other guys at their high school that had drooled over like a bunch of morons). Their clothes made Ichigo feel better, at least he wouldn't stick out.

Chad raised a hand in a silent greeting while the others voiced a chorus of helloes. Renji got up and clapped a hand on Ichigo's shoulder. Renji used to be taller than Ichigo but Ichigo had grown some and now they stood even.

"Thanks for coming Ichigo," Renji said with a grin, his stark black tattoos standing out on his skin exotically. "When Tatsuki got sick and lost her voice, we were worried we would have to cancel and we didn't want to disappoint Ulquiorra-san here." The red head gestured out the green eyed man who was still staring unashamedly at Inoue who didn't even notice.

Ulquiorra looked over at Ichigo and nodded his head silently. Ichigo liked that the man was of few words.

Ichigo turned to Renji and the others and nodded at the stage, "Shouldn't we start getting set up?" he asked.

Renji replied, "Yeah might as well." He stretched his arms above his head, cracked his neck and walked over to the stage with others following behind.

Ichigo leapt onto the stage and turned to assist Inoue. He turned to the stage, grabbed his amp and set about pulling out his guitar. It was a beautiful instrument; glossy, black, affectionately named by him, "Zangetsu," when he was younger. It had the white outline of a skull painted on the back with red lines painted gracefully above and below one of the skull's eyes.

He loved Zangetsu and regretted that he hadn't played more since high school. He strummed the strings individually for moment, quietly tuning them. He grabbed the cord and plugged the instrument into the amp and set it on its stand.

Ichigo stood up and looked around. The others also had their instruments set up and plugged in. Chad was on bass, Renji on drums and Inoue was on keyboard. Tatsuki normally played guitar and did vocals. Behind him Ichigo heard the front door open and shut. He glanced around then turned his eyes back to the band. His mind comprehended what he saw a second too late and he swung around fully. And swallowed hard. Shit shit shit!

I did try to make this a one shot but it was just getting too long so I'm gonna split it up into three parts. I hope you enjoyed this first part.

It killed me to write this line because IchiHime is one of my all-time favorite ships but I had to for the good of this story. Don't worry though, I'm working on an IchiHime storie now ^-^

Read and review please 'puppy dog eyes'

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