"And that's a wrap!" The director shouted from the backstage area. Ichigo cheered; That concluded this season of the show, and that meant a break from filming. The filming crew began packing up equipment, unloading the film reel they had just shot to take it to the editing room.

Ichigo walked over to his friend. He grinned at the blue-haired man laying on the ground, still as death. He kicked the 'dead' man in the side, "Get up, Grimm" Ichigo told him.

Grimmjow Jaeguerjaquez opened one eye, "C'mon, Strawberry. I'm practicing." He jokingly complained. Ichigo offered a hand, and the other took it. He groaned as Ichigo pulled him up, "Even though it was choreographed, I still took a beating."

"I did beat you, Grimm."

"Cuz the script said so."

"I could beat you anyway"

"You wanna go, Strawberry?"

Ichigo laughed and shook his head, "Maybe later. We gotta get changed and meet the guys at the restaurant. I don't think they want us to beat eachother up before then."

"Ehh, you worry too much!" The older man wrapped an arm around the younger's neck, pulling him into a headlock and messing with his bright orange hair.

"Hey, get off, man! That stupid suit of yours is painful!" Ichigo complained.

Grimmjow realeased the teen, then thumped him on the back, "See you later, kid." He said and jogged off toward his dressing room, peeling off the long blue mullet wig to reveal more hair of the same shade, though shorter and cut like Billy Joel(or so his fellow actors told him.)

Ichigo followed suit, returning to his own dressing room and starting the shower. He felt somewhat sore, as he and Grimmjow had been re-doing the fight seen for the past seven hours straight, save one thirty-minute piss break about two hours after they started filming. He stripped down and stepped into the shower, sighing in relief as his muscles instantly relaxed. Several stage-paint scratches melted off and dribbled down the drain. Ichigo ran a hand through his hair, freeing some of the last bits of plaster from the breakaway 'hollow mask' props.

When the water started running cold, Ichigo stepped back out into the now-steamy bathroom, towel-drying his hair. He wiped a spot on the mirror clear, and it gave a streaky reflection of himself. Now that the makeup had washed away, he could see dark circles under his eyes. "Jeez. You need to get more sleep," He told his reflection.

He dressed fairly quicky, and grabbed his wallet and keys before leaving the studio. Renji Abari pulled up to him at the curb. "Hey, Strawberry! Need a lift?" The red-haired teen asked.

"Im good, Pinapple Head. Grimmjow's giving me a ride." Ichigo told his friend and fellow actor, using the nickname that referred to the high, spiky ponytail his character wore. Now, it was in a low ponytail at the base of his skull, not spiked at all, but smooth and shiny. "'Sides, I'm afraid you're gonna pull over and rape me or something."

Renji's bisexuality was no secret, and it wasn't that anyone was homophobic at the studio; it was just fun to tease the red-haired nineteen year old about the crush he once held for his friend.

Renji gave him a half-serious look, "Please. You're not that good looking. Besides, Rukia would probably kill me for it." He and Rukia Kuchiki had a friendly relationship that bordered on something closer, but neither was willing to admit it. They both claimed that they were simply looking out for eachother.

Everyone else called that, "bullshit."

"Alright. See ya there, Renji."

"Later, Ichigo." Renji shifted his Charger into drive and sped off. Ichigo snickered, then jogged deeper into the parking lot, searching for Grimmjow's cobalt Silverado. Grimmjow loved the color blue, and therefor loved his characters hair. Ichigo wondered why he didn't just wear a wig, but according to Grimmjow, "That way I don't have to deal with the goddamn hair caps as often."

Ichigo finally spotted the blue truck. It's tail lights were on, so Grimmjow was waiting for the orange-haired teen. He opened the door and hoisted himself into the truck, which the blue-haired man had put considerable work into. For one, the entire chassie cleared the large tires by about four inches. So it was a good three feet up from the ground.

"Hey, Strawberry! Glad you could make it. At this rate we're gonna be late." Grimmjow complained. Ichigo heaved himself into the truck.

"Shut up, Meow Mix." Ichigo retorted, and jabbed the on button to the stereo. A thudding bass from the powerful subwoofer made Ichigo think the transmission had backfired for a split second.

"Aww, fuck yeah!" Grimmjow cheered as he shifted into reverse, backing out of the spot with expert ease, "I love this song!"

Ichigo did too, and as they rolled down the street, you could hear the both of them singing at the top of their lungs.

"I'm not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by you,

I wanna make you move, because you're standing still!

If your body matches what your eyes can do,

You'll probably move right through, me on my way to you!"

They did not notice the car behind them, following.

Yo! Here it is; Its a concept that I thought might interest people. This is just the beginning.

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