Flame Bath
Summary: A bored rock-star in fireman's clothing. A sickly youth. A sweet high school girl. Throw them a blender and here's what you'll get! [AU]
Pairings: Eventual GrimmxUlqui (More to be revealed)
Warnings: Language
{{ Please Note: There will be more warnings as the story continues, and the rating will eventually change to M. }}
I have some Clorox in the laundry room-- otherwise I don't own Bleach
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Chapter One: Roll of the Die
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At first his head was swimming.
And then the environmental information started to seep in, red and blue flashing lights. Men in uniforms. The crunching of metal. A pair of people waiting beside a gurney. The crunching of glass. And burning, stabbing, never ending pain-- from everywhere.
Someone shouting, he wished it would stop.
He closed his eyes.
Thundering, damning pain.
The smell of gasoline.
Chaos.
Hands, grasping his shoulders. Suddenly he was staring into glowering blue eyes. The firefighter looked away, and suddenly he was being jostled around in the man's arms. Like he was running, or jogging.
And then there was fire.
More chaos.
Everything had become a blur by the time he had been set on the gurney and whisked away.
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"Why don't you just go back to your day-job, rock-star?" Hissed one of the firefighters on the truck back to the station. He was glaring at the man who had carelessly pulled the injured youth out of the wreckage. "You might as well left him to burn!" He growled, looking like he was about to pounce and try to beat the shit out of the man in question.
He grunted, stupid piece of shit. He glared evenly at the more seasoned firefighter whom was questioning him and cracked his knuckles, "Piece of shit, just mad 'cause you couldn't do your job in time? Wouldn't have had to do that shit if ya'd hurried up." He returned the glare.
"And if he dies, you can breath properly at knowing his mother's got a pretty face to look at," interveined the captain of the squad. He eyed his men indifferently, they shifted uncomfortable except or the rock star who had just signed onto their crew for a short few months. He had wormed his way in through the connections he had, and all the people clamoring for that rare autograph.
He flew through the training, and for the most part did a great job as a firefighter. Should his rock star days end, this captain surely wouldn't mind having him back on, full time.
"You should at least visit him," snapped the lieutenant, finally deciding what to say after an uncomfortable silence, "If you didn't do any damage they'll be singing ya praises."
"Fine, if it'll get you fucks to shut up about it," hissed the blue eyed man, he leaned back in steely silence.
Fucking shit.
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"You sure have it tough," chimed in one of the girls around her, "I don't know if I could bear it if my boyfriend was in the hospital." She continued, cushioning her elbow on the palm of her other hand.
"He's not really my boyfriend," the orange-haired girl smiled, shaking her head as her eyes returned to the pot. They were in their culinary period, and everyone considered her cooking a delicacy. Those who could eat it were unspoken champions, this boyfriend the girls were talking about was the only man to do it.
"Shu-ure," teased another girl, "I saw you guys in the library last week~" she practically sang, enjoying her prey turning a bright red. She'd caught them sharing an innocent kiss in a corner of the library. It seemed more like a spur-of-the-moment and less like a comfortable kiss that is usually shared between boyfriend and girlfriend. But she knew Orihime had a crush on this boy, and knew that she only needed a little pushing to confess to the boy.
And it was damn fun making her turn beet-red.
She was red, and flustered, "It-it's not like that!" She finally cried out, biting her lip as she tried to focus on saving the food since she'd dropped the entire jaw of seasoning into the pot. "I-I-Ii swear we're only friends…" she whimpered.
"When he gets better, I say we should have a party," the first girl suggested, "We can play seven-minutes in heaven~" She sang, grinning deviously as she watched Orihime's expression.
"Why w-would we do that?" She asked, her flush growing even darker, as she figured out what the girls were planning. Lock her up in the closet, with him!? He'd probably have to be blackmailed into it anyway…
"So you can make out with crushy-poo~" The second girl giggled, easing the generously bosomed girl aside so she could fish out the jar and get them back on track. Their friend was simply too flustered to do it herself.
"And don't worry, even if you don't get to go in with him… we'll invite plenty of hot boys!"
"You guys!" She wailed helplessly.
"Oh, I'm dreaming of Ichigo~"
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Sorry it's so short, but:
This is my first fan fiction, or should I say-- first piece of creative writing in probably two years. So please be harsh with the constructive criticism, be it about my grammar, writing style, or about the character's being in character or not. (Though, because this is an AU fic I may take some liberties.)
That being said, how many of you can guess the characters I haven't identified yet? There's four of them, and probably more to come. (If you guys succeed, I'll let you in on the other pairings~)
Here's a teaser for next time:
Orihime let out a shaky breath.
He had her cornered, a hand on the wall next to her head, the other stuffed in his pocket as stared her down with those chestnut eyes. "Why don't you hang out with your real friends, 'hime?" He asked evenly despite the anger obviously in his eyes. Somewhere deep inside he felt bad about doing this to her, but she needed to wake up. That twerp wasn't going to get any better, and she needed to stop moping about and spending all her free time at the hospital. "Come on, we're going to the movies tonight. I'm not letting you go 'til I know yer coming."