I know I haven't been updating for years but these couple and g-b has been plaguing me these days. So i managed to get out of my extreme writer's block to churn this out in less than an hour. If there's any mistake, please inform me.

This is singer-celebrity Ichigo with Byakuya. I don't know why but I've been having thoughts about Ichigo being in a band as the lead singer. Oh, and Ichigo's FEMALE! Hah hah hah If u no likey gender-bender fics, please leave now. Thank you.

Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. If it does, do you think I'll be writing fanfics?

Hunter & Prey

Ichigo was not a vain enough person to care much about fashion and what was in style that summer or season or day for that matter. However, let it not be said that she was a sloppy dresser either. She was a celebrity after all and she hired a stylist for a reason.

Most of the time, though, she cared more about being comfortable with what she wore than anything else. Oh, and also that she didn't look like a geek, unlike a certain bespectacled quincy, but that was neither here nor there.

So, when her manager approached her one day with a FRILLY RUFFLED monster in hand for the photoshoot of her band's new single, her face reverted into a scowl familiar to those that knew her well.

She didn't care if people called her a tomboy for favouring jeans and pants, she just didn't do SKIRTS or RUFFLES. No way in hell!

"Ichi-chan, pleaseee..." her manager was very skilled at weedling after years of getting accustomed to the russet-haired singer's behaviour. Complete with puppy eyes and trembling lips.

The visiting shinigamis that were sitting, lounging around looking as if they own the place watched, amused, as the petite man swayed the death berry into wearing the small dress. Stupid arseholes.

"Let's just admit it, Kurosaki," Ishida said deadpanned, "You have no curves. You need the ruffles to give you the illusion of some... assets."

Why the hell did she hire this guy as her stylist again?

At least it wasn't pink, she thought consoling herself as she petulantly took the costume from her manager.

It wasn't all a lost cause because despite the fact that the navy blue ruffly skirt was too short for her taste, barely reaching the midthighs of her long slim legs, the black top was redeemable, at least. Long sleeves made of silk covered her shoulders and arms, falling in folds that reminded her of waterfall. The ensemble was complete with a black corset that emphasized her slim waist.

In fact, the horror of wearing a skirt was all made up for when she saw the reaction she garnered from her annoying audience the moment she stepped out of the changing room, complete with make-up and matching hair do.

Renji's and Ikkaku's eyes nearly popped out from their thick skulls. The others gawked like they have never seen her before. The girls squealed. God! Must they do that!?

Only her band members seemed to display normal behaviour as if it was everyday occurences to see the famed Kurosaki Ichigo wearing a skimpy dress. In actually, they've seen her in all kinds of get up before, including a bikini and a bridal gown, not that they'll say anything about it though. They valued their life too much.

Unable to quell her curiousity, Ichigo turned towards her lover to see his reaction. God. The moment their eyes met, it made her wished they were alone. So intense was his gaze she felt as if he was a hunter and she his prey.

A cough broke their connected gaze and she looked over her manager who beamed happily at her. Manipulative bastard, she thought fondly.

The shoot started without further ado, they were running at a tight schedule after all.

As usual, her band members: Chad, Orihime, Keigo, Mizuiro and Tatsuki was standing behind her before she took her pose as leader. Giving the camera a mesmerizing look, she made the mistake of looking towards her other half at the last minute before the lights flashed.

She winced. Shit! Focus!

But it didn't work. the dark haired captain's gaze kept distracting her from the shoot. When it finally ended, she sighed with relief, heading quickly for her designated changing room.

Her make-up artist helped her to remove the thick make-up before lightly applying another more comfortable layer of make-up. It was necessary for her to look good when going out in public after all.

She unlaced her corset as the artist worked quickly. Pulling the thick material away with a sigh, she thanked the man as he left the room so that she could change.

She started to unbutton the silk top when a sound behind her startled her. She turned around quickly to meet with a pair of intense grey eyes.

"What are you doing here!?" she exclaimed as he stalked towards her. Like a goddamned hunter.

"Bya...!"

"Mine," was all he said, before he devoured her lips.

Whatever possessed her to marry a possessive man such as Kuchiki Byakuya?

He left her lips to kiss her sensitive neck, making her moaned before throwing all caution to the air. Surrendering to her desires, throwing her arms around his neck to pull him closer and tilted backwards to sit on her dressing table so that they could do more than just grope.

To hell with it! Let the others wait!

Owari?

Utter crack, I know. But I really like this pairing. Call me crazy. Oh, and the manager has no name and is just a pointless OC.

If you need an idea of what Ichigo wore, just go and check out the video of Funky Town by Namie Amuro. Her figure gives me an idea of what Ichigo's would look like if he was really a girl. Heh heh.

Now, please tell me I'm brilliant or simply crazy with just a click of that button at the bottom. Grinz!