1This is a new fanfic that popped into my mind, and I really wanted to turn it into a reality. This is my second longest IchiRuki fanfiction and I hope all of you love it.
Disclaimer: I, unfortunately do not own Bleach. If I did, I would be giving you guys constant fangasms.
Warnings: Lots of swearing, serious flaming on Orihime, OOC with almost everyone in the story and some violence.
Summary: Infamous photographer Rukia Kuchiki, who has a deep passion for taking pictures, goes to a fashion show to take pictures for her publishers from Soul Society magazine. Just another job, and she keeps a steady life style, with archenemies against her and a dull love life. But when she meets the gorgeous model Ichigo Kurosaki, and falls head over heels in love, will she change her perspective in life, or will this just be another assignment?
Chapter 1: Love at First Sight
Prologue
A petite woman with raven hair clacked into the meeting room with her black leather Ralph Lauren four inch heels. Her hair was tied into a small bun that was neatly placed on top of her head, leaving one stubborn bang in the middle of her face. Her large amethyst eyes shone with determination, a small nose, and pink lips pulled into a cute little pout. Who was this beauty? It was none other then the Rukia Kuchiki, heiress of Kuchiki corporation, who were in charge of many shops, restaurants, and hotels in Karakura. Her brother, Byakuya Kuchiki was the current successor of the family business. She however did not want this as her future. Rukia loved taking photos and held a job at Soul Society, the second top ranked magazine in all of Japan.
Rukia P.O.V
"Oh Rukia~!" a cheery voice chimed through the hallway. I looked up from my work, clearly annoyed because my hair was out of place due to the constant tugging in irritation. I can't believe how much paperwork Yamamoto-san gives me, it's excruciating. Along with her at my back every ten seconds, who wouldn't want to pull their hair out? I thought to myself with a huff.I got out of my comfy swirling chair and clacked all the way to my archenemies's office. When I swung the door open, I went in with a frown pulled onto my face.
"What do you want Inoue-san?" I hissed. This woman made my blood boil, and it wasn't helping that she works along side with me. This woman was Orihime Inoue. People would make her off as a sweet, innocent, beautiful woman. But no, under that facade, she's a bitchy, spoiled, bossy, and arrogant bitch that wanted to make my life miserable. We were best friends back in high school, but along the way she got a new boyfriend, Ulquiorra Chifer, a cold hearted guy who only warmed up to her. She started hating me because she thought Ulquiorra and I were in love or something. Ulquiorra broke up with her after that, then she became extra cold and vile towards me. She turned to face me, her long, auburn hair tied into a ponytail swished across her face. Orihime was pretty, with her large doe-like washed out grey eyes, small nose, full red lips, and very large breasts and a voluptuous body that any man would kill for. She smiled at me and clapped her hands together.
"We have an assignment from Yamamoto-san. We are to attend a fashion show for a all new collection: Vizards. The creators of this collection, Kisuke Urahara and Yoruichi Shihoin, would like us to take some pictures and put them on the next issue of Seritei. So, let's get going, the show starts in 2 hours, might as well go early to greet them no?" she giggled. I rolled my eyes, Orihime took any chance to become famous, and that meant any.
"Alright, anything else?" I asked irritated. In an hour, I could probably finish the stack of paperwork that Yamamoto wanted me to finish. Orihime raised a light orange brow and smiled.
"I also heard that there will be brand new models. Male models to be exact." Orihime sighed with hearts in her eyes.
"There's this one model that is out of this world Rukia. He's gorgeous, handsome, sexy, sweet, funny, strong and smart. Kurosaki-kun..." she sighs lovingly and puts her hands under her chin. It was now my time to raise an eyebrow. Kurosaki? As in Ichigo Kurosaki? Isn't he that top notch model that posed in so many famous magazines and brands? I haven't seen his face for real, but from what fans say, he's a adonis or god of handsomeness.
"I know him, but never seen his face before. Now if you excuse me, I need to finish up some work." I twirled around and skipped back to my office with a small smile on my face. I didn't know what he looked like, but I knew all about him. He spent his free time in an animal shelter and as a veterinary assistant. He liked walking on the beach, sitting in his beach house staring out at the beautiful sunset and painting. He was a really good cook, he loved reading at home, and he wanted nothing more but peace. Ichigo sounded like the perfect guy, I wished I could meet him, and I already kind of liked him. I sat down on my chair and giggled.
"Kami-sama, I sound like a school girl with her first crush." I sighed and began to work hastily so I could get ready for the fashion show.
At the fashion show...
I ran across the marble floor, my now changed Jimmy Choo golden strap heels clacking with every step I took. I was fucking 15 minutes late.
"Damn, I can't be late! Damn that fucking Kenpachi!" Kenpachi just had to come into my office when I was about to leave, and told me to type up a letter for the editor when it was his job to do that! So I had to stay 10 minutes more so I could type up that stupid letter! I swung the glass doors up, and everyone in the meeting room looked up at me.
I gulped. That wasn't good, especially when Yoruichi Shihoin didn't appreciate people interrupting her when she was speaking. Yoruichi frowned at me and I felt like crap, a fashion icon such as herself, looking at me with disgust like I was last century's moldy sandwich didn't help my low self esteem.
"Ah, Kuchiki-san, you finally made it I see." Yoruichi said distastefully. Urahara chided Yoruichi about being so mean to the newbie. Yoruichi's eyes softened, and sighed.
"Sorry about that Kuchiki-san. Now, I'm aware that you two beautiful ladies are here to take pictures of our models sporting our newest collection, Vizards. Please follow me, and I will place you where you can have a perfect place to take pictures up close." Urahara smiled and directed them towards another doorway. Orihime and I followed him, but my breathe was caught when I saw so many people there. I noticed up in the front row was Tensa Zangetsu, the famous photographer for Zanpaktou magazine, Toshiro Hitsugaya, a young fashion prodigy who designed clothing for Hyoumimaru the second best leading clothing line next to Urahara's, Neliel Tu Odershevarsk, the number one leading female super model, Rangiku Matsumoto, second leading female super model, Soi Fon, assistant of Yoruichi, Tessai, Urahara's assistant, and Riruka Dokugamine, the newest addition to the team.
"Wow..who knew so many important fashion icons would be here. I can't believe they could fix their schedules so they could sit and watch this!" Orihime squealed when she spotted Zangetsu. She was a big fan of his photos and him, and was more than elated to see him. But apparently her "heart" was still taken by Kurosaki, so she was more keen on waiting for him to come out.
"Well, yes after all, they want to know what they're up against this time." Urahara smirked when he saw Hitsugaya glare at him. I laughed lightly, so that was how it worked eh?
"Ah, here are your seats, please enjoy the show. I must take my leave now and help out my models." Urahara tipped his stripped green and white fedora and left us alone. We sat down, and the music started, the chattering of the people lowered in volume. The lights began flashing and swirling, giving off a techno club feeling. The catwalk suddenly light up with a white flash, and the models started strutting out. The first model was a handsome man with red hair tied loosely lightly placed on his shoulder, his eyebrows were replaced by tribal looking tattoos that reached all the way down to his chest. He was wearing a black leather bomber jacket unbuttoned, underneath a crisp white shirt with a scary looking mask in black ink near the side of it, it was unbuttoned till it reached half way to his chest, revealing a built body, and a loose black tie wrapped around his neck. He wore a pair of black silk trousers and leather shoes. Orihime quickly took a couple of pictures while he stood still at the end of the catwalk. He turned around and walked back, the next model walking in.
This one was a gorgeous guy with ruffled short blue hair with a couple of stray strands falling onto his face making him look bad ass. He wore a feral smirk on his face showing his canine like teeth, his cyan eyes gleaming in glee. He wore a sleeveless black deep-v revealing a toned chest that had a white mask stitched onto with a stripped pattern, along with a pair of ripped black jeans with a chain and combat boots. He posed for Orihime and winked at her before turning and leaving. I rolled my eyes when I saw Orihime completely melt at that. All the guys were definitely hot, but not what I was looking for.
After a couple more guys they announced that this was the last model coming out, and I almost jumped when I heard the crowd get louder.
"W-What the hell? What's gotten into them?" I yelled, because obviously they were too loud for Orihime to hear me if I spoke normally. Orihime was literally jumping up and down like a little kid in the morning of Christmas. She looked at me with a smile and wide eyes and grabbed my hands in hers.
"Kurosaki-kun is finally coming out! HE'S COMING RUKIA! OMIGOD, AM I PRETTY ENOUGH? IS THERE SOMETHING ON MY FACE? KUROSAKI-KUN!" she began screaming, and my ears were ringing. I cringed, annoyed, and took my hands back away from her. I turned my attention back to the catwalk when my jaw dropped.
My eyes met with beautiful dark chocolate brown. He had orange spiky hair that reached down to his shoulders, but half of it was covered due to the black fedora on top of his head. His tan built chest could be seen with the half unbuttoned white shirt, and a black button up sleeveless vest hung loosely on his shoulders, he wore white dress pants that hugged his lithe legs tightly with a black skull belt and checkered black and white chucks.
He. Was. Drop. Dead. Gorgeous.
When he spotted me, he placed a smile on his handsome face, and I felt my legs were made of gelatin. He reached the end of the catwalk where Orihime and I were, and he looked down at me and tipped his hat and winked at me. My face heated up along with my ears and neck. My breathe hitched. I raised my camera and took a picture, then he smiled once more and twirled around and began walking back. Disappointment washed over me as I saw him leave. I raised a hand to where my heart was, it was pounding like crazy, but for who? A complete, totally sexy stranger named Ichigo Kurosaki.
Urahara came out after the last model went back inside, and he began thanking the people who came to his show.
"Thank you all for attending my fashion show, I hope I have pleased you all. Please direct yourselves toward the ballroom where champagne and food will be provided. The models will also be there as soon as they finish changing, so feel free to mingle with them." Urahara smiled and left. I stood up along with a stunned Orihime. Orihime heatedly glared at me and I winced, a little surprised she would be so cold looking.
"You bitch. What was that just now?" Orihime hissed venomously. I raised an eyebrow. Who was this bitch to question me? Ichigo most definitely wasn't hers.
"Excuse me? I don't know what you're talking about." I pointed my nose in the air and twirled around to walk out of the room. I smirked when I heard her heels clacking hurriedly towards me. She caught up with me and glared.
"Oh you know, don't lie Rukia, I saw Kurosaki-kun wink and smile at you." she stepped in front of me so I had to stop. I looked at her lazily, even though on the inside me heart was still pounding from seeing Ichigo.
"And? So what if he did?" I asked as I watched her fume more.
"So? Is that all you can say? He was clearly flirting with you and I don't like that. Especially because I love Kurosaki-kun." Orihime smirked when she saw my eyes widen.
"H-He was not flirting with me." I said shakily. Was it true? Was the Ichigo Kurosaki flirting with me during the show? I blushed when I remembered his warming smile.
"Yes he was. Why won't you just admit it, huh Rukia?" she leaned closer to look intimidating because she was taller than me.
"Well well, what do we have here? Aren't you little miss bully?" a deep baritone voice echoed through the hall. My ears were suddenly soothed by the voice, but I didn't dare look up because of Orihime's chest was at my height. If I looked up, my face would land there and I definitely didn't want that to happen.Orihime, shocked, lifted her head and gasped when she saw who it was.
"K-K-Kurosaki-kun?" Orihime stuttered, her face turning bright red. My breathe caught in my throat. He's here? Aw fuck, of all places for him to pop up... I felt Orihime back up, and I released a big sigh. I looked up finally, and found that he now wore a black Polo Ralph Lauren tee with black Armani ripped jeans with a chain in his pocket and black Ed Hardy chucks. A chain with a cross was hanging loosely on his neck, and his hair ruffled and wild looking. His arms were crossed, and a questioning brow was raised on his handsome face.
"Ah I wasn't bullying Rukia-chan! We're best friends!" Orihime hugged me for emphasis. I nearly died because 1) my archenemy is hugging me 2) her boobs are choking my face 3) she said we were best friends. But she finally released me, and I went on my knees coughing for air. Dear Kami, why the hell did you give her such big breasts? A hand was extended towards me, and I looked up to find Ichigo looking down at me with somewhat some sympathy.
"You ok? Your face is kinda pale." he asked. I nodded and held his arm for support as I stood up. I blushed though when my legs give in and I feel into his chest with a thump. He looked down at me and smiled.
"You sure your ok? I know where the infirmary is in here." he said as he chuckled. I blushed even redder and stood up again, thankfully this time I didn't fall. I dusted myself off and cleared my throat.
"No thank you. But thanks for offering." I smiled lightly. Even his chuckle sounded like a melody to my ears.
"Your welcome-, er.." he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly when he didn't know my name.
"Rukia, Rukia Kuchiki." I giggled. Ichigo smiled at that and took my hand and kissed it.
"Then, your welcome Kuchiki-san." he smiled, looking so devilishly handsome it was too good to be true. I blushed bright red. This was going to be a fun assignment.
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