Who Woulda Guessed?
Obviously, this is a Bleach fanfic. If you read my other stories, you know that as of yet, NONE of them are complete yet. You may be wondering why I'm starting so many new stories if none of them are finished. My answer to this is simple. I write as I'm inspired, and I write in bursts. I'll write a paragraph or two one day for this and then two pages for a different story the next. I hope this explains things for people watching me.
For those of you who've never seen me before, hey there! I do not own Bleach or any of the characters, trust me I wish I did, but I do claim credit for this story line. If you don't like the way the story sounds or the way it's going, review and tell me. I don't bite, and often times a bad sounding section to you sounds awkward to me too. Give me tips in areas that you're experienced in so that I can get better and make my stories more enjoyable. Thanks~!
Edit: I've changed some of the inconsistencies here so that the story flows a little better.
"Good job guys, especially you Kurosaki. Take the rest of the day for yourself. We'll finish this up tomorrow."
Ichigo nodded to the window and backed away from the mic. "When tomorrow?"
"Not long enough to leave town. Stay in the city this time. Be here in the morning, eat breakfast, yada-yada, so on, so forth, you get the idea," Kisuke Urahara said as he opened the door.
Renji and Ikkaku laughed and Shuhei smiled behind him, gathering his things. Ichigo grumbled as he led the way out of the recording studio, frown becoming deeper set in his face. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his hoodie and kicked at the floor like a despondent child. "I was bored okay? Besides, Kisuke, you skip out of meetings and stuff all the time so why can't I?"
Urahara leaned against the door frame after the band passed. "Because I'm your agent and I'm the one who picks your concert locations and gets you good record deals. If I'm not happy, you're not happy. If you're not happy, you put that anger and frustration into your music and that makes them hits. Go get some food so my cash cow doesn't collapse from hunger."
Ichigo glared at the blonde man before leaving. He walked grumpily out of the building.
"Hey! Wait up man!" Renji ran up. "Who shoved a stick up your ass, huh?"
Ichigo sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "You know what that bastard's planning?"
"Kisuke? Nah, he never tells me or Shuhei anything about that. We don't particularly care so long as we get to play. Ikkaku doesn't care either really. He just gets off on all the girls fawning over him. Don't know why. The guy's bald." Renji shrugged.
"He's scheduled a battle of the bands challenge. THEN he told me that he wanted us to have a new song to premier for it."
"Why's that a problem Ichi? You're a song writing fiend. You have at least twenty or so written out that nobody's seen. Just use one of those."
Ichigo thought for a moment. "I wrote those to write, but I think I can make one or two work…"
When the moon fell in love with the sun,
All was golden in the sky,
All was golden when the day met the nig-
Renji blushed heavily as he pulled out his cell phone and cut off the ring tone. "Hey… Yeah, I just wanted to talk to him for a bit… I have to run home first, but I'll be back shortly. Let me say bye to Ichigo."
He hung up the phone, face still red as his hair. Ichigo smiled slightly at the other man's discomfort.
"Your lover?"
"Yeah. Um, see ya tomorrow?" Renji climbed onto his motorcycle and slipped the helmet on.
"Yeah. See you tomorrow." Ichigo watched as his best friend zoomed away. He trudged down the sidewalk, putting headphones into his ears and listening to one of the most somber rock songs he had. He reveled in the quiet hour for a few moments when the sound of rapid footsteps caught his attention.
"Hey! Hey!" A girl ran up the street after him. She slowed to walk right beside him, panting slightly. "Are you Kurosaki Ichigo?"
"Me? Nah, just look like him. I don't even like his music," Ichigo replied. He wanted to sigh and roll his eyes, but doing so would be counterproductive to getting this girl to leave him alone, not to mention it would be impolite.
"Oh. I'm really sorry." She didn't blush or look away like most girls did when he answered that way.
"'s all right. I get that a lot." He continued walking, expecting her to at least stop or go a different way when she caught him by the arm.
"Well, let me make up for it at least. Want to go get a drink? My name's Moriko." Moriko held out her hand, brushing mid-length brown hair out of her face with the other.
"Arran." He took her hand and shook it once. It was convenient to have a name ready when confronted like this, and having a foreign name delayed any questions about his hair. They walked in silence for about a block before Ichigo spoke up. "Why'd you want to talk to Kurosaki anyways? Are you a fan?"
"Kind of. Wanted to tell him what I thought about his songs."
"Ah." So she was one of those girls.
"I think they lack any real emotion. When he sings, it's like he doesn't really care about what he's singing or the emotions he's singing about. Kurosaki sounds so dispassionate."
Well, that was a first. Normally the fans/critics gabbed on and on about the message or the song itself, not how he sang it.
"I wanted to tell him it's okay to show people how you really feel. I think he'd be happier that way. Other than that, I don't really care about the guy. I mean, I only really like the one song. His first one, because he actually threw his heart into it. Oh, this is a good place." She turned into a club, chatting briefly with the bouncer before they went to the bar.
"Zack! Hey, Zack!" Moriko waved at the bartender, trying to catch his attention. She turned to Ichigo shyly when he noticed her. "He's my boyfriend, so I normally say hi to him before I start dancing."
Ichigo nodded. He greeted the guy who walked up calmly.
"She mistake you for Kurosaki?" Zack asked.
"How'd you know?"
"She always brings those guys in for a drink to make up for it. What would you like?"
Ichigo ordered a shot and thanked Moriko for the drink. He stood up and walked to the dance floor, walking between the people to dance near the center, might as well have a good time since he was already here.
Moriko turned to Zack, a grin on her face. "Who knew he'd be so polite, eh? Thanks for covering for me."
Zack shrugged. "At least now I can say that I served Kurosaki at a bar. Doesn't matter that he didn't know that we knew." He turned and went back to work, serving drinks to various patrons and stopping to talk to Moriko when he got a chance. Neither noticed the blue haired man watching them and Ichigo with a smirk.
"Kurosaki, huh? Well then. Looks like I'll have fun tonight after all."
