A/N: So... in case you didn't know yet, this is a revised version of a story I have already posted, just like my other multi-chap. I basically just combined chapters and edited it all, but don't think I'm getting lazy. By the third or fourth chapter you should see some new stuff.

Here it is c:

Chapter 1

Ichigo leaned back in his chair and he stretched out, cracking his back. A contented sigh escaped his lips, and he smiled widely at the printer while it began to spit out the first pages his manuscript. He'd just finished the last of his newest novel. Now, all that was left was to read over it, bring it to his editor and leave the rest to the publishers he had recently signed a contract with.

Finally, he would be able to sleep a few days without getting any impatient calls from those stupid bastards.

Right as he was going to get up and make his fourth cup of coffee of the evening, the sleek black cell phone on the computer desk vibrated, rumbling slightly across the dark wood. Ichigo glared at it. What idiot would dare call and ruin moment of celebration? He snatched it up and pressed it to his ear, speaking through his teeth.

"Yes?" He said, trying to keep his tone even and polite. It didn't work all that well.

"Ichigo!" The person on the other line greeted with enthusiasm. You could even hear the smile in her voice.

He already knew the caller. It was obvious. "What do you want, Yoruichi?".

"Well, first of all, how is your book coming?"

"Just finished it."

"Oh, great!" She exclaimed. "We'll have to celebrate at Bozo's tonight!"

Ichigo thought Bozo's was the worst restaurant in the world. He hated the food and everything about it, but didn't voice it to Yoruichi. If he did she would probably want to go clubbing, and he hated that worse than Bozo's. He sighed. "Is that all you wanted?"

"No, I was also calling to let you know that the models for the cover of your book are here at the shoot, and you need to come watch them in action. I think you'll like these two!"

Ichigo didn't answer right away. He knew he would have to go no matter what he said, because what Yoruichi always got her way. That still didn't keep him from dreading it, though. Over the past couple of years, his social life went down the drain and his tolerance for other people began to wear thin. The main person he socialize with was his manager, Yoruichi. Her personality was almost the exact opposite of his, and he often found himself questioning why he hadn't fired her yet.

"Are you still there?" Yoruichi asked, ripping him from his thoughts.

"Yeah," His lip curled.

"Well are you going to come over here?"

"I guess so, 's not like I have a choice."

She ignored his moody comment. "Okay. Do you need directions?"

"..."

She took his silence as a yes. After making him find a pen and paper to write them down on, she gave him the directions, hung up, and reminded him to be there within the hour. Ichigo scratched his stomach and sauntered into the kitchen to get the coffee he'd been craving. He took a few minutes to lean against the counter and sip it before just giving up and downing the rest of it in one gulp.

After that, he went into his room and tried to make himself look somewhat decent, putting on a silky, sapphire blue T-shirt and a pair of dark jeans. He brushed his teeth and washed his face, but didn't bother much with his wild orange hair. It had a mind of it's own.. He'd learned that long ago and knew it wouldn't ever change.

Now that he was okay with the way he looked, Ichigo grabbed his car keys and cell phone and stepped outside, kicking the stack of newspapers that were left at his door out of the way. It was the first time he'd left the apartment in three days. He made his way down the wooden steps and to the parking lot, where he then got into a shiny black Ferrari, which had been a birthday present from Yoruichi a year or so ago. Despite his protests about the expensiveness of it she left the car in the lot and left him there to clean up the mess, new keys in hand.

Ichigo put the keys into the ignition and low purr erupted from the car as it came to life. He pulled it out of the driveway with a shift in gear and a tap on the pedal, leaving the complex. He carefully followed the directions he was given until he arrived in the east side of the city and ended up at a gray, one-story building. A large white sign in the front read Hiroshima Photos inc.

He prepared himself mentally before he got and began walking towards the entrance. The door swung open, revealing a grinning and excited Yoruichi. Her cat-like eyes were focused on him and had a mischievous twinkle in them. "Come on, Ichigo! The shoot's almost over!"

Ichigo rolled his eyes and followed her in the door and through the lobby. The bored-looking receptionist glanced at them once before returning her attention to her magazine. Yoruichi blew through the hallway, making it so that Ichigo had a hard time keeping up with her despite the fact that he was seven inches taller than her and had longer legs.

She led him into the room at the very end, the door already open.

As soon as they stepped inside Ichigo's eyes honed in on some of the best looking people he'd seen in a while. There were two, a male and a female. The moved into a number of professional-looking poses as the photographer snapped photos, praising them in his strange accent. "Oi, turn zis way!" He made a crazy motion with his hand, and they moved slightly. "Yes, zat iz bettur!" He took one more picture. "Otay, we are done!"

Ichigo raised an eyebrow at the man. He glanced over at Yoruichi, who was gazing at the two models intensely. He followed her gaze with his own and decided to observe them. The female had soft auburn locks that reached down to the small of her back, and light cream skin that looked very well taken care off. Her eyes were huge and gray, with plenty of makeup piled around them in an attempt to make them look even bigger.

The second model, the male, towered over his partner. He seemed about six feet tall and was shirtless, revealing his tan, ripped body that proved he worked out more than Ichigo ever thought about doing. The thing that caught Ichigo's eye the most, however, was the man's gravity-defying, sky-blue hair, which looked like he constantly ran his hand through it even though it. His look was riveting, and for some reason captivated Ichigo like no one ever had before.

The model's piercing blue eyes were now focused on him. Ichigo noticed that there was a smile curling up his lips, probably because he noticed his gawking.

Ichigo felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned, and Yoruichi wagged her finger at him. "It's not nice to stare!"

"Tch." He scowled and looked away, a slight flush on his cheeks.

The blue haired man went straight up to Ichigo, holding his hand out for a shake."I've heard about you."

Ichigo stared at the large hand dumbly for a few seconds before the man said something again, bringing him out of his blank state of mind. "Ya' gonna shake it or what?" His voice was rough and deep, and held a sort of manly power to it.

The writer blinked twice and took the warm hand, shaking it loosely. "Kurosaki Ichigo."

"Yeah, I know that already," He said with a wide grin, pulling his hand away. "I'm Grimmjow Jeagerjaques."

Yoruichi gestured to the female model, attempting to help Ichigo with his awkwardness. "And that's Orihime Inoue!"

Orihime beamed, her face lighting up like the sun as she waved at him. "Hello!"

"Hey..." Ichigo replied sheepishly. He felt a strong urge to leave, to get away from these embarrassingly pretty people. They made him feel weird... especially the blue-haired one. He couldn't quite put his finger on the type of vibes he was getting from him, and this half-frightened him. Right as he was going to muster up the courage to say goodbye and take off, Yoruichi grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him towards the exit. "Come on guys, we'll be late!"

Grimmjow grumbled something about putting a shirt on, and Orihime followed him to the back to go change into something more appropriate, too.

"Where are we going?!" Ichigo demanded as he was dragged outside to Yoruichi's Mazda. "And what about my car?!"

"Bozo's, of course! I made reservations already." She threw him in the backseat. "And don't worry, I'll bring you back here later."

She slammed the door on him and got into the driver's seat. Soon the other two got in, wearing more casual clothing. Grimmjow scooted in the back beside Ichigo, smiling about something that he didn't voice. Yoruichi started the car and whipped it out of the lot, racing it down the street and making her comrades' stomachs jolt. Ichigo curled against the door. He was starting to feel carsick. It was quiet for a few minutes while they rode to whatever destination they were heading for, or at least until Orihime turned around in her seat and addressed Ichigo.

"You know Mr. Kurosaki, I've read all your romance novels! They're so beautifully written."

Ichigo peeked at her out of the corner of his eye, letting out a muffled "Thank you." He could swear he heard Grimmjow giving a quiet chuckle that he assumed was directed at him. The sound was thick and surprisingly, a bit soothing. Ichigo kind of wanted to hear it again, but pushed the desire away as soon as it came, scolding himself.

The torturous ride seemed to go on forever as he attempted to tune out Yoruichi and Orihime, now chattering. Grimmjow would occasionally say something smart-assed to them but was otherwise quiet. He actually started to doze off before he felt the car turn sharply and then come to an abrupt stop, making him regret not wearing a seat belt. He ended up being helped off the floorboard by a still-amused Grimmjow. Ichigo involuntarily blushed again and scampered out of the car.

"Come on boys!" Yoruichi sang, her and Orihime already making their way towards he entrance. "I'll have to pay extra if we don't get to our table soon!"

"You heard 'er," Grimmjow told him. "Let's go." He grabbed Ichigo by the arm and gently pulled him along, only letting go when Ichigo started to walk on his own.

"Forceful much?" He muttered, not intending for Grimmjow to hear him.

"Hm?" He looked back at Ichigo, raising an eyebrow.

"Nothin'."

Grimmjow shrugged and opened the door, letting Ichigo inside first and following after him when he shuffled past shyly.

Yoruichi and Orihime were standing at the checkout desk.

"What is your name?" The short, pudgy man standing behind the counter asked Yoruichi. He looked like he hadn't bathed in quite a while, and his hair was greasy and slicked back. Yoruichi seemed oblivious to this fact, though, and flashed him a smile.

"My surname is Shihouin. I made reservations here earlier."

The man waved a hand and a petite woman came over and motioned for them to follow her. Ichigo couldn't help but to notice that she was no more than four feet tall.

The group of four went after the little waitress and sat down at a large rounded table, and Grimmjow yet again took his place beside Ichigo, giving him a feral grin that didn't at all seem like just a friendly smile. Ichigo shivered and tore away from his gaze, now directing his attention at their waitress.

"Hello," She said politely, whipping out a pen and notepad from the pocket of her apron. "I'm Rukia, and I'll be your waitress today. What would you all like to drink?"

Yoruichi spoke first. "Water, please."

"I'll have a coke," Orihime told her.

"What about you two?" Rukia asked, directing the question at the two men.

"I'll just have a water too." Ichigo muttered, still turned away from Grimmjow.

Grimmjow leaned back a little farther in his chair, hands resting behind his head. "Beer." He said simply, not even bothering to look at her.

"Okay! I'll be back shortly with your drinks, please figure out what you're going to order while I'm gone." She stuffed the notepad in pen back in her pocket and rushed off.

Grimmjow closed his eyes as if to go to sleep, not looking at the menu. The other two women did though, and began talking about strange food combinations that would make any normal human being run to the toilet at the sight of them.

Ichigo began picking absentmindedly at his napkin. He was really wishing he was at home, because he was beginning to feel uncomfortable.

Plunk.

A glass of ice water was slapped down on the table in front of him, so hard he was genuinely surprised it didn't break. He refrained himself from saying something inappropriate and controlled himself by pursing his lips together.

"There you go!" Rukia said as she gave everyone their drinks, handing Grimmjow a bottle of beer.

"That was quick," Yoruichi commented. "You're good."

She smiled. "Have you guys decided yet?"

"Yeah!" Orihime said. "I'll have pancakes with cucumbers and ketchup!"

"Same here," Yoruichi said. "Inoue says it's really good, so I'll give it a try."

Ichigo shuddered, and Grimmjow muttered something that sounded along the lines of "What a buncha' freaks...", before giving his order in a louder voice.

Rukia wrote it down and looked at Ichigo, waiting for an order. It was then he remembered he hadn't decided on anything yet, not that he'd had much time. Besides, the food here disgusted him. "I'll pass. I'm not hungry."

"Nonsense!" Yoruichi said. "You're going to eat. He'll have a hamburger with fries, toy optional."

Ichigo gave her a death glare. "I don't want that-"

"Alright," Rukia cut off, probably not even realizing he'd spoken to her. "I'll be back soon."

She left.

Sighing in defeat, the novelist looked back down at his napkin, which was currently ripped into pieces and arranged in a neat pile. He then took to staring at the pile, even resorting to glaring at it.

Suddenly, he felt a rough poke in his side, and jumped.

"Ow!" He growled, clutching his newly poked rib and looking around in all directions. "Who did that?!"

A cruel snicker came from next to him. "I couldn't help it, you looked funny starin' at your napkin like that."

Ichigo spun his head around and glared at Grimmjow, trying his best to look threatening. "Don't touch me."

"Why not? Seein' as you got a blush on your face, I don't think you mind it much." Grimmjow said with a wide, mischievous grin.

"Shutup!"

"See?" Grimmjow grinned even wider so that almost all of his teeth showing. "You didn't even deny it!"

Ichigo silently cursed to himself for that, barely managing to keep the hard scowl on his face. "You've got some nerve, blueberry."

Grimmjow's smile disappeared, and a rather scary look replaced it. "Blueberry?! Like you're one to talk about hair color! And quit bein' so bitchy just 'cause I was foolin' around!"

"Bitchy?! I'll show you bitchy!" Ichigo stood up, the legs of his chair scraping against the floor loudly. Grimmjow stood up too, and then they were nose to nose. Yoruichi noticed that people were staring and took immediate action, and she got up and stepped in between them, pushing them away from eachother by their chests. "Sit back down, both of you. You are attracting unwanted attention and frankly, I don't like it one bit."

After saying this in one of the most serious tones Ichigo had ever heard her use, she took herself back to her seat and sat back down next to Orihime, who was looking a little nervous. Both men gave each other one last glare before they sat back down, and they made a little more noise doing so than Yoruichi had. Ichigo felt the stares of the other people in the restaurant boring into his back, and it was pissing him off even more.

He just kept his head down and ignored them all, waiting for the food to come so they could eat, leave, and then get this stupid night over with. The food seemed like it took forever to arrive, but in reality it probably didn't take long at all. Rukia was a little too good at her job.

At last it arrived and Ichigo found a plate of greasy, hot food slapped down in front of him. It looked disgusting. When Rukia was done giving everyone their orders, she walked off once more, reminding them to call her if they needed her. Ichigo just pushed his fries around with a fork, still ignoring everyone. Mostly ignoring Grimmjow.

Or at least until he heard a certain someone next to him clear his throat.

"Ya' gonna eat that?"

Quite obviously, Grimmjow had gotten over their little disagreement quickly. Ichigo could give him a little credit for that one, because he himself was a grudge-holder. "No," He mumbled, not bothering to look at Grimmjow as he handed the plate to him. The little credit he was given, however, was taken right back when the man stuffed the burger in his mouth whole. Definitely not a plus.

Eventually Yoruichi and Orihime finished, and they called the waitress over for the bill. Yoruichi paid, refusing any attempts to split the bill, and they left. Ichigo stayed right behind the two ladies this time, feeling someone eying him in a way that made him feel uncomfortable. Coincidentally Grimmjow happened to be walking a few feet behind him.

That figured, he had a girlfriend and was still checking someone else out. And it was another man to make matters even worse.

He stuck his hands in his pockets nervously as the four made their way to the car, taking one hand out only to open the door and get in. He sat in the front this time though, as requested by Yoruichi. Ichigo began to feel carsick again when she started to drive, seeming like a crazy adrenaline-hungry teenager. He didn't allow himself to curl up into a pathetic little ball this time though. Instead, he only rested his head back on the seat and decided to close his eyes until they arrived back to the photography business.

The car screeched to a stop and he heard some doors open, making him open his eyes and start to get out too. Before he opened the door to go back to his own car and drive home, he realized they were not at Hiroshima Inc., but in the apartment complex he figured was Orihime and Grimmjow's home. So he stayed where he was when the two got out, Orihime giving an enthusiastic, "Thank you!" before closing the door and running off to catch up with Grimmjow, who had got out without a word and left her.

Yoruichi backed the car up and drove back onto the road, not saying anything yet. But Ichigo knew what was coming. She acted like a mother to him at times, even scolded him when she deemed it necessary. This was one of those times.

"You know, Ichigo," She started softly, keeping her eye on the road. "You don't have to be like that to people."

Ichigo growled, still a little angry about that incident. "He deserved it."

"No he didn't," She argued. "Grimmjow was only playing around, maybe trying to flirt with you."

"... Flirt with me? Come on, Yoruichi-"

"You can't say it isn't possible," she pointed out. "Just because it was immature flirting doesn't mean it wasn't flirting."

"But..." Ichigo looked out the window, watching the street lights fly by in a blur.

"But what?"

"I don't really doubt that, but he has has a girlfriend. I don't think he meant anything by it."

"And just how did you figure that?" She asked him, and a bit snootily too.

"Well, you know," He said, fidgeting. He didn't really feel right talking about this to her. "Orihime. She... they-"

"They aren't together, you fool. They live in the same building and are modeling partners, that's all."

"Oh." He suddenly felt bad for making assumptions.

Yoruichi decided to give him a break and they rode in silence after that. When they reached their destination and she parked, Ichigo almost got out in silence too, but she stopped him. "Bye. Have a good night."

"Yeah." He muttered, stepping out onto the pavement.

Right as he was about to close the door, she stopped him again. "Oh, and Ichigo?"

"What, Yoruichi?" He was getting annoyed and wanted only to go home.

"I didn't know you were gay." She said, grinning, her teeth glowing faintly in the dark.

"Shutup! Nobody said I was attracted to him!" Ichigo barked, and slammed the door.

By the time Ichigo arrived back at his apartment complex, he was fuming. He'd never told Yoruichi his sexual orientation, hadn't been planning on it either. She was always trying to match him up with girls and he played along with it. Now that he was found out, though, she would surely start trying to match him up with other guys. Yoruichi's favorite thing to do was intrude on other people's personal lives. Especially his.

He fumbled with the set of keys for a moment before finding the right one and unlocking the door. He let himself inside and flopped down on the couch after slamming the door behind him. He let out a great sigh before kicking off his shoes and falling asleep, head snuggled up against one of the couch pillows.