WARNINGS:
Yaoi
OOC
AU
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine, only this plotline is.
DAY ONE:
9:54 AM- Mangacon parking lot
"Grimmjow! Come on! We're gonna be late!" The green haired woman tugged on her grumbling bluenette brother as he took his time removing their luggage from his blue 1991 Chevrolet Scottsdale C/K 2500.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm coming, Nel. Jeez, calm your titties."
The curvy woman frowned and her little brother dodged just in time to avoid what would have been a powerful punch. "I can't help it though! My wittle otouto is all gwown up," gushed Nel as she reached over and pinched the teal-haired man's cheeks.
Swatting away the offending hands, Grimmjow frowned to cover up what would have been a proud smile and faint blush. Looking away, he mumbled in protest. "I'm not little anymore, I'm 21."
His older sister smiled and hugged his crossed arms. "You may be 21 but I'm still two years older so you're AAALLLLWWWAAAYYYSSS gonna be my little otouto," she said laughingly, placing a kiss on the bluenette's slightly pink cheeks. "Besides, I am so proud of you, Grimmy! It feels like yesterday when you told me you sent in a manuscript to Shounen Jump and now you have an entire manga convention dedicated to your mang-"
Blue eyes widened as he caught Nel's words and Grimmjow quickly covered his sister's mouth before she could say anymore. "SHUT UP," he whispered fervently. "No one except my editor is supposed to know who Peroxide's mangaka is, remember? We're undercover!"
Her doe-like gray eyes met his blue ones and she quickly nodded in understanding. After he removed his hand, Nel beamed at her beloved brother. "Got it, Grimmy. 100% supportive!"
The exuberant woman's serious brother sighed. "I know, Nel nee-chan," he said exasperatedly, calling her the name he saved for when they were alone. "Even if I didn't hear that the first ninety seven billion times you said it, I can tell by your freaking outfit."
Nel giggled and spun around to show off her white Espada uniform. "Of course! Do you like it? I mean, you based this character off of me, right? Who could pull off Nerutu's cosplay better than the original?"
Depthless aquamarine eyes rolled. Sure, he had based most of the characters of his manga off of people he knew, but Grimmjow didn't see any of his other friends going to the convention dressed as their characters. He loved his onee-chan, but sometimes, her energy and craziness was just too much for one teal-haired mangaka.
A long, lanky hand wrapped around the green haired woman's waist. "Don'tcha worry a hair on tha pretty lil blue head of yers. Just leave Nel ta me." Nnoitra grinned at his best friend and his girlfriend, bending down to kiss her chastely on the cheek.
The bluenette smirked the tall man. He remembered how weird it was when his best friend and sister first started dating. Now, he was just grateful that the two found someone crazy enough for each other. "I'm just surprised she didn't force you into wearing Cuchara's cosplay."
Mischief flashed through Nnoitra's violet eyes and Grimmjow reflexively recoiled. He knew that look. He did not like that look.
"Oh, so ya didn't know?" The tall man and the gray eyed woman grinned maniacally at each other."We got costumes for everyone."
Grimmjow gulped. "E-everyone?"
Then again, ever since the two had gotten together, the amount of insanity had been doubled now that they had each other as a partner-in-crime.
10:49 AM- Hotel, room 613
The teal-haired mangaka scowled at the wolf-whistles his friends made as he stepped out of his hotel bathroom, clad in full cosplay regalia in display to his friends. They all rushed over to his room cackling when they heard that Nel got Grimmjow to cosplay as his character. Grimmjow mentally cursed himself for designing such a revealing uniform for the Sexta Espada as he wrapped his short jacket closer around his abs.
Nel squealed like the fangirl she was for her little brother's work. "Oh, you look perfect!"
The blue-eyed man raised an equally blue eyebrow at the comment. "Uh, I should. Grimshaw Jaguarjacks was based off of me."
"You know," Szayel spoke up, pushing his fake purple rimmed glasses (for cosplay purposes) up. " I never did understand why you didn't base the protagonist, rather than some side-character enemy, off of yourself."
Grimmjow shrugged and looked away. "Cause I'm not an egotistic bastard is why."
Riotious laughter followed that statement. "Right," Gin said in between laughs. "I think ya mean, you're not THAT much of an egotistic bastard."
"No, no, Grimm's right. Yer not an egotistic bastard. Yer just an arrogant little asswipe," Nnoitra snorted sarcastically.
Grimmjow glared at his friends. "I'd rather be a little asswipe with reason to be arrogant than an overgrown spoon pirate."
The gaggle of friends laughed even harder at that, and Gin yelled "Burnnnnnn."
Nnoitra smirked, his mirth not lessened at all by the eyepatch he now wore over his violet eyes. "You guys wanna know the real reason why our little smurf here was for once in his life, humble?" Said bluenette stopped laughing, sensing the change in his lanky friend's tone. "'Cause Grimmy's a romantic," Nnoitra said slyly.
Before the bluenette could shut his lanky best friend up from spilling it to the rest of his friends, Nnoitra blurted out, "He based the main character off 'a what his dream guy is!"
Grimmjow threw his broken Hollow mask at his friends, who were on the floor, rolling from laughter anyway. It was somewhat disturbing and somewhat infuriating to see Ulqiuorra and Halibel break out into laughter also. Starrk even woke up to join in on the fun. Sapphire blue eyes rolled. He was glad that all those close to him had accepted his sexual orientation years ago but fuck if that stopped them from teasing him.
"Se-seriously, Grimmjow?" Szayel said between gasps and laughs. He pushed his natural cotton candy colored hair back with one hand and tried to cover his laughter with the other. "I never took you as such a romantic."
The bluenette scowled with his arms crossed defensively over a chiseled chest, careful not to smear the paint that was his Hollow hole. He turned away, not wanting them to see him embarrassed even though they already knew he was.
"Shaddup! I know! What are the odds that there's a brown-eyed ginger out there who's undyingly loyal, strong, persistent, kind-hearted, and smart?"
9:37 AM- Kurosaki residence
"Ichigo! Hurry up! We're going to be late!" The tiny raven-haired girl kicked her childhood friend in the butt to get him going.
The orange-head grumbled, rubbing his sore butt. "Yeah, yeah. Sheesh, I'm goin' already, Rukia. Calm your non-existent tits," he said while blocking another kick. Thank lord for all those years of martial arts and sports he took because if not for that, he'd have been killed ages ago by Rukia's violence. "Why are you in such a hurry to get to the manga-con anyway? The convention's taking place for three whole days, that's plenty of time!" He no longer questioned why he had to go with her too because after so many years, he knew she would be getting her way.
The short girl's eyes sparkled. "You don't understand, Ichi. There are rumors that the mangaka of Peroxide, Kite Tubo-sensei, will be making a secret appearance for this convention!"
"Huhn." Ichigo rolled his amber eyes at his otaku friend. "That's great. But why the hell do we have to go in cosplay?"
Rukia rolled her now lavender eyes (contacts) at her sadly-unethusiastic friend. "Because. You were BORN for this! You look exactly like the protagonist of Peroxide, Hogo Haisaki!" She continued rambling on about how perfect he was for the part. "I mean, seriously. I'm going as Awaremi of the Fuhaiki house but I'm too short for..."
Sighing, Ichigo tuned out. They had been friends since he knew how to walk and she knew how to kick yet there were just some things they would never understand about each other, so they just accepted the whole package.
"Besides, Ishida, Inoue, and I spent forever making all the costumes for everyone so you're going in cosplay whether we have to strip you down ourselves or not. Now come on. Renji and the others are there already!"
The orange-head sighed, already used to the whims of his crazy friends. They were insane and random, but he loved them even if they did tire him out.
"Hai, hai."
12:42 PM- Mangacon, doujinshi section
Grimmjow wandered through the crowds of otakus aimlessly, ignoring admirers, fangirls/fanboys, and freaks alike. He left after twenty minutes of his friends' ridicule, preferring to be alone than to let himself be made fun of. However, after politely refusing a photo for the bazillionth time ("No, ya damn bitch! How many fucking times do I have to say it before you dipshits get it into your thick skulls? I ain't taking any damn pictures!"), he was beginning to regret leaving on his own
'Damn that fucking Nnoitra. Why the hell did he have to tell everyone?' The mangaka pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. Well, he couldn't exactly blame his best friend for sharing the reason. He wasn't exactly secretive. All his friends knew he was gay anyway so it wasn't as though it really mattered. But the thought of them thinking he was a hopeless romantic just made his blood boil.
'The assholes should know damn well why I'm writing a shounen manga and not some crap, fluffy yaoi stuff. 'CAUSE REAL MEN DON'T SPARKLE AND SHIT WITH FLOWERS BLOOMING BEHIND THEM!' He shuddered at the thought of having to draw nonsensical romance for the rest of his days and suppressing his violent nature. Grimmjow could not remember how many times people have told him he should draw yaoi manga when they found out he was gay, and a mangaka. He could see why they would say that but it didn't stop him from being annoyed. He loved putting all his fighting experience from karate and kendo down in ink, drawing his friends as manga characters, and using his overactive imagination to make something amazing. The teal-haired man reminisced about "the good old days" when the only drawing he did was doodling in his notes during class. If not for Gin, who he had become friends with back in freshman year of college, secretly handing in his art to Shounen Jump, he would've never had this oppurtunity.
The bluenette turned a corner and through his peripheral vision, could see a stand of fanfiction yaoi doujinshis for Peroxide. Before his mental debate was over, the first few chords of "The Beautiful People" by Marilyn Manson stopped him from heading towards that stand.
He picked up his phone and growled into it. "What the hell do ya want now, Nnoi? This better not b-"
"It's him!" Grimmjow could hear his best friend panting into the phone. "It's tha guy!"
Blue eyebrows furrowed. "What? What guy?"
"YER guy! Yer perfect man! -Wheeze- Hogo!"
The bluenette could literally feel his heart stop, then start up all over again beating with the speed of a hummingbird. Could it be? Did Nnoitra really find someone exactly like his soulmate? Or was he still messing with him? No, Nnoitra knew better than to joke about this. Granted, the lanky man would've only been able to verify the appearance but that was pretty good already.
"Where?"
Nnoitra wheezed through the phone. "He's heading for the, -gasp- main entrance. GO. -Wheeze- NOW!"
1:17 PM- Mangacon, main entrance
"Holy shit! That is IT! This is the last time I go anywhere with you!" Ichigo yelled as he stopped running. After successfully losing the stalker, he once again found himself grateful for taking karate. And track too.
Rukia and Renji finally caught up to their friend and they tried to breathe again.
"It, -pant-, wasn't that bad, Ichi. -Wheeze."'
Narrowed sepia eyes glared at his two friends through orange bangs. "It wasn't that bad? NOT THAT BAD?" He yelled with each word louder than the last. "I just got chased down by some manga-crazed pirate! I THINK, THAT THAT, IS PRETTY. FUCKING. BAD."
The raven-haired girl began to correct him, "Actually, he wasn't dressed as a pirate. He's supposed to be Cuchara, the fifth Esp-" but fortunately, her boyfriend was clever enough to cover her mouth before she fueled Ichigo's fire.
"Dammit, I knew shouldn't have come to your crazy otaku festival! There are crazies like you everywhere!"
Renji chuckled nervously while struggling to mute his girlfriend and calm his best friend. "Think about it this way, Ichi. You look so good right now that you've got guys running after you! I mean, it makes finding a boyfriend easier, am I right?" He did have a point there. Ever since the orange-head broke up with Kaien nine months ago, he had not been in a relationship. "Besides, you already beat the guy down. Doubt he can even walk for the next few days after what you did to him."
Ichigo gave the two one final glare before walking out the main entrance. "You asses owe me lunch."
1:19 PM- Mangacon, main entrance
Finally nearing the main entrance, the bluenette slowed down. Grimmjow's head turned quickly from side to side, his blue eyes searching for any one who looked like what he was looking for. He made it just in time to see a strawberry blonde in a black kimono walk out with a red-head and short girl.
Before he could catch up to the person, a squealing mob of fangirls gathered around him.
"Oh my goshhh! You're Grimshaw Jaguarjacks, right? From Peroxide? You look juuuuuust like him!"
"Can I have, like, a picture with you? I need to tell all my friends about this, they are like SOOO not going to believe this!"
"EEEEEKKK! You totally put the 'sex' in Sexta!"
Grimmjow growled and tried to push his way through the excited otakus but by the time he freed himself, the mystery man was already gone.
"Well? Didja see him or not?" Nnoitra said as he finally arrived at the main entrance. When he received no response, he turned to his friend. Both shock and disappointment danced in the bluenette's sapphire eyes.
"I saw him."
"Phew. Thank kami. You won't freaking believe how fast tha kid is! And aggressive... he fucking kicked me in tha gut and kneed me in the balls when I tried to drag him over to ya! I had to chase him for twenty minutes and I still couldn't get 'im. God dammit, my balls are still tender," the tall man grumbled as he not-so-discreetly tried to soothe his damaged goods. "But hey. At least I don't have ta listen ta ya whine anymore about how there are no guys out there fer ya so I-"
"I just saw him. That's it. I didn't talk to him or anything."
Nnoitra exploded. "WHAT THE FUCK? YA MEAN TA TELL MEH THA' ALL THA' RUNNIN WAS FER NUTHIN? MAH BALLS'RE STILL SORE, YA DAYUM BASTARD!" His Kansai accent was getting stronger, a sign that he was fucking MAD. Besides, when the raven-haired man got this angry, 90% of his words were just curses spouting from his potty mouth anyway.
Grimmjow tuned out his angry ramblings, one, because he just did not care, two, because he couldn't really understand him anymore with his old accent so strong.
Blue eyes still fixed at the door of the main entrance, a slow smile unconciously graced Grimmjow's handsome face. He knew he'd be going insane once the shock wore off and would only be able to think about finding the mystery guy in the next two and a half days but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered right now.
His orange-head existed.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
To: Tite Kubo, sorry for turning your life into a yaoi fanfic. I know it probably wasn't created like this, but I can wish.
Seriously though. How freaking awesome would it be if Bleach was created like this? I wasn't too sure about NnoitraXNel but it was down before I could change it and by then, I liked it too much to change. So I wasn't feeling too creative with the names. Most of them should be fairly obvious but try to guess the meaning/reasoning behind all of them! A prize for whoever gets all of them right first (so far that's Nerutu, Cuchara, Grimshaw Jaguarjacks, Hogo Haisaki, Kite Tubo, Awaremi Fuhaiki)
I apologize if the setting doesn't sound right as a mangacon. I've never been to one so I'm basically basing this off what my friends say and off the Dramacon manga. If you want to help me out or correct me, feel free to PM me or review.
I'm thinking this is gonna be a one-shot. Might add a few more chapters in. Anyone think I should continue?
2ND POSTING: Okay, after a deal of encouragement, I decided to continue. Thanks a lot for the reviews guys, some of which made me lol. Since this is now going to be a multi-chapter fic, I've editted this chapter a little. The changes aren't major and don't affect the story line so you don't have to re-read if you don't want to.
