Just a brief heads up -
This story will continue yaoi, so if you're not comfortable with that, it's not for you.
And I don't own Bleach D:
Popping the plastic lid onto the coffee cup, Ichigo offers the petite woman in front of him a pleasant smile.
"One semi skimmed latte, no sugar."
The woman takes the cup, returning the smile and going on her way.
Ichigo wipes his hands off on his apron, his nerves beginning to get the better of him.
That's why he almost jumps out of his skin when a large hand grips his shoulder.
"Hey Ichigo, how's it going?"
Ichigo relaxes at the familiar voice of his red haired co-worker, Renji, before grabbing a cloth and spray to wipe down the counter.
"It's going good, thanks Renji."
Renji grins, leaning against the counter next to Ichigo.
"Say, who was that dark haired guy in the suit you were chatting to yesterday?"
Ichigo isn't sure why Renji is so interested about that, but he decides to just come out with it.
"He's my court appointed psychiatrist."
"Oh, cool."
Renji taps his fingers on the counter top, opening his mouth as if to say something else, but stops when the chime to the door sounds, announcing a new customer.
Ichigo doesn't even look up from his now slightly obsessive cleaning, that is until he gets elbowed sharply in the side.
"Ouch, what the hell?"
Ichigo's attention immediately goes to the tall, muscular blue haired stranger now stood in front of the counter, dressed in a tightly fitting police uniform, and flashing Ichigo the smuggest grin he's ever seen.
Renji sidles away from the counter, leaving a sweating Ichigo to fend for himself.
Oh, he'll definitely be getting him back for that.
Ichigo sets the cloth down, avoiding direct eye contact with the blue haired beast before him.
"What can I get you?"
"Are you on the menu?"
Ichigo glares, not believing the sheer bluntness of the man.
"No."
"Shame, then I suppose I'll have a coffee to go, black."
Ichigo quickly gets to work, wanting this guy out of the shop as quick as possible.
"So, Ichigo, how long you been workin here? I come in here a lot and I haven't seen you before. I'd sure as hell remember you."
A fierce blush now threatening to form on his cheeks, Ichigo doesn't take his eyes away from the coffee machine.
"I only started three days ago."
"Seems like I'll have to come here much more often then."
Ichigo sighs, finishing the coffee and popping a plastic lid on before placing it on the counter in front of the other man.
"Don't get your hopes up, I don't swing that way."
Placing a bill down on the counter, the man happily takes the cup.
"We'll see about that, Ichigo. Names Grimmjow, so don't go forgettin it."
Ichigo scowls as he watches the still smirking man exit the coffee shop.
We'll see about that?
Ichigo's surprised the guy fit through the door with that huge of an ego.
Renji miraculously reappears from around the doorway to the storage room, a sheepish look on his face.
"You friends with cops too?"
"No, I don't know that guy."
Not buying it one bit, Renji quirks an eyebrow at him.
"Really? Cause he seemed real friendly with you..."
The death glare Ichigo shoots the red head makes Renji quickly throw his hands up in surrender.
"Okay okay, none of my business."
"So tell me Ichigo, how's your week been so far?"
Ugh.
Ichigo always loathes this time of the week, the time when he has to jump into his role of oscar winning actor and smile and pretend everything is all fine and dandy.
Mustering up a cheery smile, Ichigo leans back in the familiar plush chair.
"It's been good, Dr Kuchiki."
The raven haired man, dressed in a crisp white suit and sat behind the polished wooden desk frowns, taking off his thin white glasses and placing them down on the desk.
"I have already told you Ichigo, please call me Byakuya."
"Sorry," Ichigo mumbles.
Byakuya gives him a thin smile, before resting his hands on the desk.
"And what about Shiro?"
Ichigo can't help but tense at that name.
Stealing a coy glance over his shoulder, he grits his teeth.
"Has he been troubling you more since the last time we met?"
Ichigo shakes his head, his hands clenching in his lap.
"Aww, come on King, ya know ya shouldn't be telling lies now, don't ya?"
Ichigo tries to ignore the manic voice from behind him, choosing to stare at the hands sitting in his lap.
That is, until he feels icy breath ghost against the shell of his ear.
"Ya better start talking King, otherwise he's gonna suss ya right out."
Ichigo takes a deep breath, before plastering the fake rehearsed smile back on his face.
"No, in fact, I've been hearing him less and less lately."
Byakuya seems genuinely surprised by his answer.
"Oh? And why do you think that is?"
Ichigo shrugs, vaguely paying attention to the snowy skinned version of himself now standing behind Byakuya.
And as usual, Byakuya is completely unperturbed by him, which only aggravates Ichigo further.
How can Shiro seem so damn real to him, but no one else?
It gives him a headache just thinking about it.
Shiro grins devilishly, leaning down close to Byakuya and blowing a raspberry next to his ear.
Ichigo does his best to act like nothing's going on, tuning back in to what Byakuya is saying to him.
"The new medication, possibly?"
That could be a reason, if he were even bothering to take the stuff.
Ichigo just nods, now choosing to shove his clammy hands into his jeans pockets.
"Maybe, I don't know."
Byakuya hums in thought.
"And you are still taking it I presume?
"Usually."
"Ichigo, you have to take it daily without fail, do you understand?"
Sighing, Ichigo begins to chew on his bottom lip.
"Yeah, I will."
A long pause follows, where Byakuya seems to be studying him, searching for any tell tale sign that Ichigo is lying, before he moves on.
"I see, and how is work treating you?"
Ah yes, work.
Ichigo was surprised that they'd even accepted him to work at the coffee shop, what with his mental history and all.
"Work's fine, everyone there is nice."
Not that he's going the mention the experience with the weird blue haired cop named Grimmjow, finding the whole thing completely embarrassing.
"So would it be safe to say you are making friends?"
Ichigo shrugs, his attention once again being grabbed by his albino counterpart now sitting cross legged on the desk, just to the side of Byakuya.
"Yeah right, like King could ever make any friends. One look at him and ya can tell he's off with the fucking fairies."
Ichigo clenches his fists in his jeans, but manages to keep his tongue from lashing out.
"I suppose, maybe in the future."
Byakuya smiles, before glancing down at his silver wrist watch.
"Well, we have over half an hour left, so is there anything in particular you wish to talk about today?"
Ichigo inwardly sighs.
This was going to be one long hour.
Flinging open the door to his apartment, Ichigo tosses his shoulder back to the floor, before throwing himself down face first onto his musty couch.
He was hoping to get some sleep in, but of course the bastard has other idea.
He squirms as he feels someone climb onto his back, breath next to his ear.
"Ichi, why are ya suddenly ignorin lil old me? Ya weren't ignorin me this mornin."
Ichigo snarls, sitting up and watching as Shiro lands with a bump next to him on the couch.
"Because I'm not in the mood to listen to your sick little schemes, Shiro."
"Aww, don't be like that. Don't ya wanna talk about what happened at work earlier, hmm?"
Ichigo hangs his head, his vibrant orange hair falling over his eyes.
"No, how do you even know about that?"
Shiro cackles.
"I have my ways, Ichi. So come on, ya think he's hot, don't ya?"
Ichigo's cheeks start to burn, and he turns away completely from the annoyance on the couch next to him.
"NO! I'm not gay!"
"Liar liar, pants on fire. But it's not like ya got a shot in there anyway."
Ichigo chooses not to rise to the taunt, but Shiro continues anyway.
"He probably just feels sorry for ya, I mean, who wouldn't? Ya look a mess King."
Ichigo fists his hands into his hair, before jumping off the couch.
"I don't have to listen this crap."
As Ichigo strides over to the fridge and flings it open, Shiro follows him, leaning on the counter a few feet away and watching him intently.
"See, that's where ya are wrong. Unless you take those pills the good ol doctor gave ya, I ain't goin nowhere. But we both know ya ain't gonna."
Ichigo downs some orange juice straight from the carton, before wiping his mouth and closing the fridge.
"Ain't ya gonna ask me why then?"
"Whats the point, you're gonna fuckin tell me anyway."
Shiro grins manically, scrapping his black nails across the wooden counter top.
"Cause I'm all ya have got, aren't I. Ya get rid of me, and ya are gonna enter a bleak and lonely world."
Ichigo rolls his eyes, before striding off to his bathroom to take a nice hot shower.
"Oh oh, wait for me Ichi!"
I got inspired to write this after watching the movie 'voices' starring Ryan Reynolds, and it's a great movie I'd recommend giving it a watch.
So I know this is short for a first chapter, but the next chapters should be longer.
I wanted to try and ease myself into writing bleach yaoi, so why not start with this xD ?
Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed the first chapter!