Title: Hot Off the Press
Summary: AU One person can change the fate of another. When a single rumor, sparked by a mischievous fan, sets the world on fire their fates will be changed forever… IchiRuki
Shalan's Say:Okay I know I had another story up… but I decided to post this one instead. I'm hoping that it'll be better than Apostando and Pieces of My Autobiography. If I get a lot of reviews I may actually continue this one…
Disclaimer:I do not own Bleach.
Chapter:Fans Start the Fires
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"MISS KUCHIKI! MISS KUCHIKI!" She turned her head, her sleek French twist not even shuddering. Her brilliant blue eyes sparkled as she smiled at the paparazzi. "MISS KUCHIKI! What do you think of the hype surrounding the Kansas City Chiefs' new quarterback?" Her lightly blushed cheeks stretched into her famous dimpled smirk as she tilted her head.
"I've never met him… I can't say…" she tossed her head and walked off down the red carpet, her long crimson Versace gown tugging on the carpet. Her dangling gold earrings glittered with diamonds, her bare shoulders shone with a light gold dusting and her smile sparkled brighter than a million bucks. The world famous beauty grinned, stopping and posing for another picture.
She was known for her beauty. For her intelligence. For her money. She was on the lips of every human being on the planet. The political activist, world traveler, charity sponsor and college girl. The girl who had come out of nowhere to bring being beautiful and smart back into style. She was on the cover of People and Newsweek. Doing photo shoots for National Geographic and enVouge. She was hot, she was new and she was clean. She was the big news story, how the girl from Japan took over the hearts of America… and the world.
"Move over Angelina Jolie and J.Lo. There's a new girl in town… Rukia Kuchiki. She's hot, she's gorgeous and she's a genius… not only is Miss Kuchiki a top of the line triple threat but she's also finishing her degree in Psychology at Yale. Look out Lindsey, Paris and Britney… you've just moved from hot to not…" Rukia turned off the television and walked out her front door, shutting and locking it with a smile. Her bodyguard waited patiently, holding open the limo door for her. She sat down in it and the guard sat next to her.
The limo door opened and immediately flashes blinded her. She held up her hand and took off her sunglasses. "MISS KUCHIKI! Are the rumors true that you and Ichigo Kurosaki are talking about getting married?"
"I've never met the man… how can I talk to him?" She lifted an eyebrow then looked over at the man next to her. "I have a premiere to go to… I'll talk to you guys later…" she walked down the red carpet. Her knee high Jimmy Choo boots were shiny black leather and were pulled over her tight ESCADA jeans. Her mid-thigh length cowl neck sweater was electric blue, sending her cerulean eyes sparkling with an electric gleam. Her long black hair was down around her shoulders in cascades of barrel curls, her bangs were brushed to the side, falling gracefully over her left eye. She paused and smiled as the cameras went off again.
"RUKIA!" One of the girls on the outside of the railing shouted and she walked over with a grin, leaning back, taking a picture of them together. She paused a few more feet down to sign pictures of herself.
"RUKIA I LOVE YOU!" One of the boys called and she smiled, waving at him and blowing a kiss.
"Rukia KuchikiBeautiful, talented and practically unknown until last year when her career took off. Within that time she has managed to accrue over 30 million dollars in this year alone… hundreds predicted that she would burn out within a month, however, this "one hit wonder" of sorts has stolen the hearts of millions of people across the world…" Rukia smiled as she turned off the television and snuggled down into her bed… Life was good.
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He stared at the TV blankly as her smiled flashed across the screen. His face sunk as a second later he saw her feet, clad in a pair of shiny black stilettos, her tight calves curving against the golden background. Her creamy tan skin was flawless and sleek, her long black hair pulled up in a sleek ponytail that ended in a long curl. The black boy shorts hugged her sloping hips, her slim waist curving in and leading to her black lace clad breasts, swelling up from the push-up bra. She tilted her head as a bottle of perfume slid onto screen next to her.
"The woman's got legs… that's for sure…" he pursed his lips and lifted an eyebrow. "You've sold your soul to the devil…" he snorted as he watched. Another commercial came up and he nearly threw his helmet at the TV. "HOW MANY COMMERIALS CAN SHE STAR IN?" the red head threw the remote.
"You're supposed be shackin' up with her… and you don't wanna look at her?" Renji lifted an eyebrow. The quarterback threw him a nasty look. "I'd do her…"
"Idiot… her brother's sittin' right over there!" Ichigo motioned to Byakuya, sitting in the corner of the room. The defensive coach sat back in the locker room, his arms folded across his chest.
"Hey Kuchiki! How do you feel looking at your sister in lingerie?" Renji looked over.
"I feel absolutely nothing… and unless you want to I'd stop looking at my sister…" he spoke with a completely straight face.
"It's kinda hard to… after all she's on EVERY COMMERCIAL and on EVERY CHANNEL…" Ichigo threw his hands up.
"Well let me fix that problem for you…" Byakuya unplugged the television, earning a groan from the team. "WE HAVE A PLAYOFF GAME TODAY! SHUT UP!" He shouted at them.
He was handsome, he was big and he was leading an underdog team to their second Super Bowl… and he was coveted for it.
"Standing at a towering 6'4" Ichigo Kurosaki is a formidable opponent, even for the defensive line. Fast, quick and big enough to take tackles and keep running he is the perfect combination for a quarterback, where his height hinders him his speedy footwork makes up for it. At 205 pounds he is light for a football player, but heavy for a quarterback… I'd say that he uses that weight to his advantage… wouldn't you?" The announcer turned to his partner and the other nodded.
"Not only that but he's also a big star because of his amazing arm… he's already climbing the charts in passing yards… his ability to find an opening while inside the pocket… and to deliver it there… is simply amazing, something that I don't think Tom Brady could even come close to… I mean… two years ago no one in the football world would have thought that the Kansas City Chiefs would go this far. They've been undefeated for TWO YEARS John! There's something to be said about the expertise of this team. Not only do they have a brilliant offense these past two years, they also have an amazing defense… they've created a team that has destroyed the legacy of the Patriots forever."
Ichigo grinned as champagne spilled out of his glass into Renji's as they toasted. His red hair was spiked up in front in a faux hawk. His Armani suit was worn with a fitted white shirt which exposed part of his smooth chest. His black suit pants hung over shiny black shoes. "WE'RE GOING TO THE SUPER BOWL!" Ichigo shouted with glee. Renji nearly threw his glass into the air.
"HELL YES!" Ichigo howled.
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She looked at the piece of paper in her hand and sighed heavily. She was an idiot for what she was about to do… she dialed his number. She waited… and waited for another bar of the Nickelback song to finish… "Ichigo Kurosaki…" she squeaked and hung up her cell phone, tossing it a little ways away from her on the bed. Her long black hair was pulled back in a braid down her back. Her black wife beater was worn under a grey knee length cardigan. Her black underwear was cotton, from Victoria's Secret. She stared at the cell phone for a moment as the music began to play. 816 number… Missouri… she stared at it for a few minutes, praying that it would stop ringing… yet ring it did.
"Hello?" She answered.
"Who is this?" Ichigo furrowed his brow.
"Uhm…uhm… uhm… uhh… hi…" she smiled into the phone. "This is uhm…"
"Who is this?" He lifted an eyebrow.
"I don't know… I mean…" she shook her head. "Rukia… Rukia Kuchiki…" she quickly tried to cover her tracks.
"Yeah… sure… why do I find that hard to believe?" He leaned back on his bed. "Listen… I don't know how you got this number… but don't call back… I don't want another stalker…" he hung up the phone and she stared at the phone in anger. For a moment she looked off into space, stunned.
"He hung up on me…" she squeaked. "Oooh… he's going to regret that…" she punched the bedspread.
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Her fingers flew across the keyboard, typing in the latest news on Ichigo and Rukia… they had just gotten into a fight over the phone… or at least… that was the story she was spinning… a grin spread across her face as she pressed the update button… now it was time for their next move.
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Shalan