Title: First Day Anxieties and a Flashback

Rating: T

Pairing/s: future RenIshi, present ShinIshi

Word Count: 3,036

Warnings: Yaoi, Cross-dressing, OCness

Disclaimer: Don't own. If I did, Uryu would be the main character. Not that Idiot strawberry.

Summary: Its Uryuu's first day in his new job.

Dedication: Um, to hejoh, Lillyko, EmpressSaix, and fallowell for reviewing on my other stories. You guys are awesome and you rock my world.

A/N: My first multi chaptered story, finally. I worked for a long time on this. Renji won't appear until the next chapter. Oh, I just want to say that I have a major writers block to continue Uryuu's Birthday drabble story. I have no idea what to write. I can and will accept any suggestions. Just PM me or review. Hope everyone likes. R&R.

~xXx~

Uryuu couldn't honestly believe he was doing this. There was, however, nothing else he could do, given his age and education level.

He sighed, pushing his glasses up with one finger as he looked at himself critically in the mirror.

"You look good."

He startled, tripped on air, gave a totally manly yelp, and proceeded to go down straight to the ground. He looked up from the ground, grabbed the mirror to get up and said sarcastically to Nemu, "Thanks for the help!"

"My pleasure," was the reply back. Nemu walked across the room to help him straighten up his clothes.

"You do look good, though." She said dusting him off as they both turned to the mirror again.

"Should I take that as a compliment?"

"I honestly don't know. I mean, is it a good thing when you're a guy and you find out you look smashing in women's clothes?"

Yeah, you read that right. Uryuu Ishida was dressed up in women's clothes. Hey, wait, it was for a good reason. Just hear him out, please.

"Well, I'm not sure, I mean I suppose I should be proud that I can and do look good in any type of clothes, but women's clothes?" Uryuu thought out loud, gazing at Nemu questionably. She shrugged.

The room went silent as they both contemplated Uryuu's outfit. It was a sleeveless, turtleneck black, blue, and white striped dress. It went down mid-thigh to black fishnet clad legs to simple black 2-inch heels. The outfit was completed with knuckle fishnet gloves that went to his elbows, a silver cross necklace, tiny dangling cross earrings, and carefully black painted nails.

"I'm almost ready, I just need my hair done and makeup on," Uryuu said, looking put out.

He wondered what his boyfriend, Shinji, would do if he saw him right now. He would probably faint from blood loss due to a nosebleed. He was such a pervert. Ichigo would probably kick Shinji, then ask him if he was sick and go all mother hen on him while Orihime went on a rant of the pretty colors of his dress.

Now that he thought about his boyfriend, he remembered how he had gotten in this whole mess.

~Flashback~

Shinji had sneaked in through his window, claiming he hadn't seen him in the longest time (just the weekend, really). He then jumped him and Uryuu had let himself be kissed, before he was about to pull away to scold Shinji to be more careful, his dad could walk in any moment, when just that happened.

Shinji had jumped off him, trying to make it seem like he just hadn't been doing what he had been doing to Uryuu, looking scared as hell.

"Um, um… I was just here… to ask Uryu… about… umm the homework assignment... and then I tripped and…" Shinji babbled red as a tomato.

Uryuu had chuckled at his boyfriend's terrified face, drawing his father's gaze to him, his eyes hidden by the light's glare.

Shinji had then stopped his rambling, looking at Uryuu like he had gone cuckoo. Uryuu had gotten off the bed, walked to Shinji, and led him though the door, covering him with his own body just in case, to the front door. He ignored his whispered protests and questions, when outside pushed him against the wall, and gave him the most passionate, wild kiss he could to get him to shut up.

Shinji struggled, and opened his mouth to protest, only to have Uryuu's tongue slip in to meet his own. Moaning, he began to kiss back, only to have Uryuu pull back. He whimpered in protest, trying to pull him back in, but stopped when movement in the window besides them caught his eye. Uryuu distinctly saw the glint of his father's glasses as the curtain fell back in place.

"I'm sorry, Ryu," Shinji had whispered, looking at him with guilt-filled gray eyes.

"He would have found out sooner or later," Uryuu shrugged, letting Shinji off the wall. "It would've been better if he would have heard it from me before this, but what can we do now? Don't worry though; he won't do anything to me." I hope, Uryuu had added in his mind, looking into Shinji's eyes pleadingly and pouting slightly.

Shinji sighed, looking like he had given up. "You know I can't say no to you when you look at me like that." He said, pouting playfully back at him, trying to lighten the mood. Uryuu smiled.

"I'll see you Monday at school," Uryuu said. Turning to the door, he was pulled back by his arm. Shinji kissed him one more time, mumbling something that sounded like, "Love ya, Ryuu" before promptly walking away. Uryuu sighed, and then walked inside to face Ryuken.

~End Flashback~

His father had, as he predicted, prohibited from seeing that "unsightly spoiled brat". He had responded with a respectful "fuck off!" with which his father responded with the classic "My house, my rules" line. He had had enough, Ryuken calling Shinji a brat had thrown him over the edge.

Hell, he was leaving.

He did move out of his father's house that night, throwing his possessions and his clothes in a duffel bag and grabbing his school stuff. He had, in his anger, momentarily forgotten about his cousin, Nemu. He was reminded when she knocked on his door and had softly called out to him. He had let her in, letting her draw her own conclusions when she saw the rummaged room and him carrying his duffel bag and backpack. She had smiled at him and said "I'm going with you."

He had, at first, protested, but he knew that she couldn't stand Ryuken almost as much as he did. Ryuken was, in fact, much nicer to Nemu, but she said that it was probably because she looked like her mother.

The Ishida name had a good standing, and Ryuken had many rich friends and partners, mainly because of his position as the owner of Karakura General Hospital. He was intent on marrying her to a man of money, claiming it was for her future. She hated every single rich, stuck up suitor she was introduced to, and often left them with a hand imprint in their cheek for days, or on their knees, howling and clutching their family jewels when they tried something on her.

He had relented when Nemu used the puppy dog eyes, and she had gotten her stuff quickly, and they had crept downstairs. Ryuken hadn't been in the living room so they had just left. Uryuu hadn't seen his father since.

That night they had stayed in a nearby motel, with some money Nemu had saved. They got a one bed room, because it was cheaper, despite the receptionist's disapproving look and the bellboy's thumbs up and leer at Uryuu, which made him want to kick him where it hurts. Nemu had stopped him before he got them kicked out, and they settled in their room. They slept in the same bed. It hadn't been the first time, having known each other since they were in diapers, and they were cousins, you perverts. That was just… sick. Besides, Uryuu was gay. Oh, and he had a boyfriend.

The next morning had been, lucky for them, Saturday, and they had the day free. They had eaten breakfast in Nemu's favorite diner, with the last of her money, then walked all over town, looking for an apartment.

They had found one in southeast Karakura. It was perfect. Close to school, far away from Ryuken, and it looked nice and was cheap. They had paid with money from a bank account Uryuu had hidden from his father, and settled in the next day. The place already came with a bed, a fridge and table, and a small couch. They had spent most of Uryuu's account money on furnishing the place and buying groceries and other necessities, like shampoo and toothpaste.

The other portion of the money was still there, but that had been a month ago. It was being quickly spent on bills and public transportation. So they had decided to walk everywhere, and Uryuu was to get a job. Nemu was still too young (14, and himself 17), in Uryuu's mind. He pushed her to get a good education, jokingly saying so that she could work to support them later while he did it now. So he stared job searching. Problem was that he had found exactly this - nothing. Squat, zero, nada. You get the point.

Then, one day like a week later, he overheard some girls talking about the new club in town. He gave it about a minutes thought before proposing it to Nemu in lunch, away from Shinji and their friends. She had approved, so it was decided. He went to check it out.

He had been surprised, to say the least, when he found out what kind of club it was. Unfortunately for him, he had already sort of had come to an agreement with the nice- and really hot, his mind helpfully supplied- owner, a man named Soskue Aizen.

They had gone inside the still in-construction club (which was coming along really nicely, by the way) to the owner's office. When he had asked for a job, the man only gave him a once over, and asked him if he could sing or dance. He had been surprised at the question, but had answered that he could in fact do both.

When he was younger, like 12 or 13, Nemu had been interested in dancing, but had been too shy to go by herself. She had convinced him to accompany her with her with the ever dreaded puppy dog eyes, and even though his father was against it, they had both enrolled in dancing class. He quickly discovered that Nemu was better at it than him, but he wasn't so bad at it himself. He knew a little bit of everything, and he liked ballroom dancing the best.

He was also into singing, since he had discovered he actually had a nice voice, and at Shinji's urging (he loved his singing, and was more than enthusiastic, to Uryu's embarrassment), and his friend's support, had also had singing classes when he had been 14. He had, however, dropped out, on account of Ryuken bugging him on his slipping grades, saying it was because he didn't study enough anymore. Uryuu had then realized how much Ryuken had controlled his life and he was once again happy he had left home.

At his answer, Aizen had whipped out a contract. Uryu had been so overwhelmed at being accepted so quickly, he had almost been about to sign it, but some words had caught his eye.

Performances by employees? Paid to host audience members? Dressed in drag? The hell?

"Ah… what kind of club is this again?" Uryuu sweat dropped.

Aizen explained patiently while Uryuu just got more and more nervous. The employees were mostly gifted in singing and dancing, so they performed at the beginning of a night. You know, just like two or three songs, dancing also, or even acting out the song. No biggie, right? When the performance was over, the performers were paid by members of the audience to act as hosts for them that night. Oh, and did we mention that both female and male performers had to dress in drag?

Uryuu had been just about ready to run out of there screaming, but then the owner of the new awaited club in Karakura, did something that broke him.

He frowned.

Uryuu was, unexpectedly, overwhelmed with shame at himself for making that expression appear on the man's face. He, for some reason, wanted to do anything and everything just to please Mr. Soskue.

Now that he thought about it, it was probably because of the eyes. Aizen's eyes were a melting chocolate brown, but it was mostly about the way he looked at you. Like if you could do anything, be anything, and it would all turn out alright. It was almost like the man had the power to hypnotize you.

Yes, it was weird, but Uryuu had been swayed. Yes, he was acting like a schoolgirl and he should be ashamed of himself. Bad Uryuu. But he couldn't have, even if he tried, to bring himself to care at the time.

Hey, to his defense, he hadn't had employers throwing themselves at him, begging him to work for them. It was Las Noches or nothing. That was his excuse and he was sticking to it.

But that had been a week ago.

So now here he was, in the new, awesome dressing room (He got his own one!) in Las Noches. Yes, you guessed it; the club was called Las Noches. It meant the Nights or something like that in Spanish. Apparently, Aizen had a Mexican heritage, and had wanted to apply it to his new business. He thought it was pretty cool.

He was also, wearing the outfit he and Nemu had designed. He had sewed it himself, and it had turned out fantastically (Was that even a word? Hmm…).

He was going to perform also today, a song he had practiced all week, with the other performer's help and overwhelming support. They really had taken on to him, for some reason. Their names were Yumichika, Nel, Rukia, and Ulquiorra. They were… different. But in a good way.

Opening day was today. Friday night, the most terrifying night of Uryu's life.

"I can do this."

"Of course you can!" said a loud, musical voice. Nemu and Uryu startled and turned to see Yumichika waltz into Uryuu's dressing room. He was wearing a red plaid skirt and white button down shirt with a plaid tie. The outfit was complete with white mid-thigh socks, cute black flats, and his longish, dark hair was pulled back in a high ponytail by a white ribbon.

"Why are you wearing that?" Uryuu asked, an eyebrow raised.

"Oh, you know I can't sing, so I'm just gonna run the bar," Yumichika sighed, looking a little jealous of Uryuu. He had tried singing last week but everyone had practically ran out screaming, hands clasped over their ears and moaning in pain so much it wasn't even funny. Well yeah, maybe a little funny. Anyways, Uryuu asked him if he had wanted to dance but he had been so upset at his first failure he hadn't wanted to try doing that.

"Oh, you're not that bad," Nemu replied. Yumichika had been one of Uryuu's coworkers who had taken a particular fondness to him and Nemu having accompanied him to practice all week, had started talking to him and had also gotten along well with the pretty man.

"You're just too nice!" Yumichika beamed at Nemu, touching her shoulder, making her blush. Really, the man was such a tease.

"Oi, did you just come to molest my cousin or are you gonna help me get this crap on?" Uryuu teased, rummaging through the makeup kit on his dresser. Nemu hit him lightly, chuckling at Yumichika's indignant face.

"I would never do such thing! You sir, are just an overprotective, little, bi-" Yumi was cut short by Uryuu throwing him the brush, with the request, "Help Me."

"Fine, but just cause I'm nice!"

"Sure, you are, so why don't you demonstrate it," Uryuu replied, settling in front of the mirror. Yumi just huffed and started brushing his hair, all the while complaining about all the drunken perverts he was going to have to deal with at the bar. Nemu started putting on his makeup at Yumichika's instruction, chuckling at the man's description of how he was going to get back at whatever drunk tried molesting him.

Light blue eye shadow, accented with thin, black eyeliner and a little bit of blush. He protested a bit about the lip gloss, but at the end relented with Yumi's logic of how his lips would look so plain compared to the rest of him, all made-up and crap.

His fringe was parted to the left so that it almost covered his eye and the remaining part was braided, a nice little detail by Nemu. Now, for the finishing touch. Contacts.

Uryuu had been hesitant to use them, saying he was used to his glasses and refused betraying them. But at the end, like always, he relented. But it was all good once he saw that he was almost unrecognizable without them. Perfect.

He had asked Aizen if he could use a fake name, and had chosen Kitoshi Hikari. He didn't want anyone else besides his coworkers and Nemu to know who he really was, especially his father, Ichigo, and Shinji. His father would kill him, and Shinji and Ichigo would kill anyone who even looked at him twice. Then they would slap him and ask why he was keeping his problem with money a secret. They would say he could have asked them for help. Uryuu didn't want their help. He didn't want them to think of him any different than they did.

Uryuu looked in the mirror, touching his fringe and sighed. Now he was ready. No, not really. Damn. But he had to do this. He inhaled, exhaled. Again. One more time. And -

"Oi, Uryuu, it's time!" Yumi yelled, shaking him. He glared at the pretty man, as he said a quick goodbye, wishing him good luck. He watched as Halibiel, their supervisor along with Tousen, walked on stage and his fellow performers huddled behind the curtains.

"You too," he replied as Nemu waved at Yumi. She turned toward him, smiling, making him feel better in her own weird, Nemu way.

"I'll be right here," she assured, as they walked to the stage and she stayed backstage, where the audience couldn't see her but she could see him.

He smiled back. "I know."

Uryuu sighed one last time and walked onto the stage as Halibiel introduced him as Kitoshi. He just had to get the opening act. Uryu closed his eyes -Oh Kami, please don't let me mess this up- and started to sing.

To be continued…

~xXx~

~OMAKE~

Renji: Hey, why didn't I appear on this chapter!

Naomi: I thought that was a good way to end it. Evil Cliffhanger!

Uryuu: Don't feel bad, Abarai. Just look on the bright side.

Renji: What bright side?

Uryuu: I appeared in most of this chapter.

Renji: How is that good for me?

Uryuu: Oh, it was supposed to be good for you?

Naomi & Renji: -sweatdrop-

Uryuu: What?

Naomi: Ah, nothing. Anyways, Renji will definitely feature in the next chapter.

Uryuu: Why are you looking at me like that?

Renji: -drools- I like your dress.

Uryuu: -smacks Renji- Pervert. -stalks away-

Renji: I like the back view, too.

Naomi: gasp, pervert! –smacks Renji, too and stalks away after Uryuu-

Renji: You put him in it and you call me a pervert! –grumbles angrily-