Disclaimer: I DON'T own Bleach nor the characters used, except for Harmony. She is of my creation and so is this storyline!
Note: I'm not to sure on this story. I'm going to post the first chapter and see what I get, and if I get good comments I'll gladly continue it. So please be honest with it ^_^ This is my first time writing for this fandom so something might and probably will be off... heh. Please excuse my bad grammar or misspellings.
Warning: This contains an OC! -laughs; and some Yaoi. Pairings: Hisagi/Izuru, Rukia/Ichigo, Renji/OC, Gin/Aizen, hints of Renji/Ichigo and Possibly others. Not to sure yet.
Chapter One:
I don't know what time it is, only that it's night. I don't know what day it is, only that I'm here. One of the most prestigious night clubs in all of Japan. A place that dug into your very soul and dragged you down into Sin City with the rest of the Devil's crew. And no matter how much you kicked and screamed to get away, you couldn't. You couldn't because you just didn't want to get away. The club was you, everything about it etched into your body, mind and heart. Your blood flowed with the toxins around you. Your heart beat matched that of the loud music. Your body moved in place with the people near you. Once you set foot on the linoleum floors you could feel something drag you under and you know you were caught in a web of black.
And me, Ichigo Kurosaki, was the fly right in the middle of that black web. The spider perched over my head was my ambitions, my wants and my needs. My addiction to this Gothic like palace that shut my screams for help.
"Ichigo!" I snapped my head to the source of the voice and smirked. A lovely vision. Long silk hair that fell to her waist, glistening a bright green. Her bangs masked part of her smooth face, giving her the infamous 'emo' look. Her bangs were strange though. They had a few black horizontal streaks, giving her an edgy style. Also adding to that style where the snake bites, two small piercings perched under her plump lips.
I let my chocolate gaze scan her over and I couldn't help the grin curling over my lips. Ice princess eh? Her busty chest wore a black corset with small ice crystals embedded into the material. Hugging her hips tightly, and I mean tightly, were raven colored lace leggings that exposed the right amount of flesh on those perfect legs. I noticed the side of the leggings had a blue ribbon tying up them and ended in a bow over the side of her hips, complementing the ice crystals sewn on her corset. On her dainty feet where a pair of simple black heels. Oh I think it's getting hot in here.
"Harmony Urahara. Nice to see you again, and this time with clothes." I answered with a smirk. The last time I saw this woman was in bed with Renji, myself included. And it was fun.
Oh shit... did I ruin something? Did you expect me to be that one little boy with a horrible past? The one addicted to drugs because he was forced to take them? The one boy who sits in a corner and cries himself to sleep? Nah. Actually I had, and have, a good family at home. Sure I lost my mother when I was younger but I got a good dad. Doctor actually. I also have two younger sisters, Karin and Yuzu. Life couldn't be better! Especially not with this amazing job I'm trucking.
"Well, well. If it isn't the big bad wolf protecting Sin City." Came Harmony's reply, her voice dry yet sweet.
Yes, me Ichigo Kurosaki, was one of the only two security guards at this lovely establishment. The other being Renji Abarai. Strange right? It only took two guards to outwit the entire police department and keep this place under control? Well lets just say Renji and I worked in a package.
Both of us full of blind strength and brain power. Well at least I was. Renji was better at combat then anything. And it took only that to be two steps a head in the game.
I raised an orange brow. "You know it. Don't worry..." I reached out and placed a heavy hand over her shoulder. "No one will hurt you while I'm on duty... and..." My hand slowly dragged down to her round breast, giving it a light squeeze. "No one will touch this because..." I ignored the gasp that emitted from her plush lips and continued to let my hand roam down till it met with the heat between her full hips. "This is mine." Tickling her between her legs I pulled back, glad to see her face was flustered.
I hadn't asked the dancer out and we weren't dating. And we are never going to. Harmony, as lovely as she may be, wasn't my type. All she was to me was a warm bed every now and then. Shoot me if you'd like for being so crude, but that's just the way it was. Besides... my heart was chasing after another beauty I just couldn't get enough of. "If you like it then you should put a ring on it." Mm, no thank you. But before I could reply to her she danced off, entering the wild sea of lustful and ambitious creatures.
I continued to walk around the club for a while, my eyes and ears used to the colorful array of lights and music. I couldn't help but chuckle as a few, maybe more, of the people looked familiar... Ah I out to be locked up and never released. I'm just glad that unlike Renji I actually had the decency to use something called a condom. To young to father any babies or die of AIDS.
Everything seemed under control for the night. Of course the exceptions of a few idiots who couldn't bottle their beer, but those were gone and gone thanks to yours truly.
"Ichigo!" I turned to the sound of the smooth voice calling out my name. In a corner crowded by a bunch of half dressed chicks was a man sitting at a cut off table, seeming to observe everything through his golden hair. He wore traditional green Japanese robes and a green and white stripped hat settled over his head. I smiled at the man, the second in command at this castle. Kisuke Urahara.
"How's it going Hat and Clogs?" I asked and went to take a seat by Urahara. The man dismissed the girls with a wave of his hand and looked at me with an amused smile. I watched carefully as he reached for the creme colored fan resting on the table and fanned himself with it, masking his smile.
"Ichigo you know I like ya' right?" I blinked a bit but nodded.
"Y-yeah why?" I couldn't help the stutter.
"And you know that because of Isshin I see you as a nephew right?" I nodded.
"So naturally I could never hurt you." Hurt me? Another blink of my eyes.
"What do you me–"
"If you ever go near my daughter again I'll just have to kill you." I gawked.
"With all do respect Kisuke, your daughters a slut and works at a night club." I had to hold back a growl. How dare he threaten me? And what annoyed me the most was that amused tone he always seemed to have.
"I am very much aware of that." Urahara then put the fan down on the black cloth over the table, turning to look at me with a gleam in his olive eyes. A gleam that screamed anger.
"And I want to snap each dirty scum bag that even laid a finger on her in half. But I can't, and why is that?" I stared back. I was able to feel the heat of hate glowing in his eyes.
"Because the boss won't allow it." I answered in a defensive tone.
"That's right. However..." He paused for a moment and reached out for his glass of liquor, chugging it's contents down his throat.
"If you, a man I know and care for, touches my daughter like those slime, I will hunt you down and make sure you suffer the ultimate consequences." I winced as he crushed the glass with his bare hands and an oops fell from his mouth. "I–" However before I could defend myself I was called by Renji.
"Ichigo! I've been looking all over for you." I snapped and turned my head in the direction of the red head. "Well you found me. What's up?" I asked and got to my feet, glancing at Hat and Clogs for a moment before returning my full attention back to Renji. "Nothing much but the boss wants to see us." I nodded and turned back to Kisuke. "See you later." The man just threw me a wide grin, his almost childlike and carefree attitude returning. "See ya' strawberry."
–Gin Ichimaru–
"Gin!" I broke my concentration away from the computer screen to stare at my fellow officer, Aizen. His eyes held a heavy mist of stress and exhaustion. Oh my poor little kitty, he must be exhausted from the long hours he was working. Keeping my signature grin I stood and glided over to the man. I could smell his scent, a mixture of coffee and vanilla, so sweet. It tickled my senses and I could barely control myself. Oh this man drove me insane, but no he would never know it.
"Maybe we should take a break sir..." I purred out in that silky voice I used so much. He sent a glare in my direction, but let it drop. "Maybe... we should..." I titled my head to the side, the grin still pulling at my long lips. I moved behind Aizen and snaked an arm over his chest while the other curled over his waist and pulling his body close to mine. Oh how lovely it fit. I wanted nothing more but to tear of these pesky clothes and just pound into my little kitty... but no. Self control was my main ability and I would not falter.
"And what would... let you re-oohh-lax?" I questioned in a whisper as I settled my head atop his shoulder, letting my hot breath tickle the exposed flesh on his smooth neck. I roughly ground my hips into his frame from behind, an exaggerated moan falling from my parted lips.
However before we could get to any fun things our monkey boy appeared. Tousen glared at us through his glasses and even though he was blind I was damn sure he knew what Aizen and I were doing, or about to do. "You two can't keep it in your pants for more than five minuets?" Came his retort and I could only smile. "We only wanted some fun. Besides taicho Byakuya isn't in his office tonight." I released my grip on Aizen and made my way towards Tousen.
"Gin it's only right that we continue our search for the dealer, you both know how important this is for taicho Kuchiki." I heard Aizen shuffle a bit behind me and I turned to look at him. I hadn't noticed the vanilla folder in his hands until he held it up. I only groaned, smile still in place. Oh work was just boring! "We've been at it for a while now. I was thinking that maybe a break would do us good." I commented before going back to my desk, scribbling a few things down on paper. "I understand taicho is heart broken, losing his dearly beloved because of drugs... but it's been months. And not a single hint of progress has been made."
"Actually I beg to differ." Tousen and I both snapped our heads towards Aizen who waved the vanilla folder back and forth. I raised a blue brow. "And what is that?" A smirk raised over Aizen's face as he ran his fingers through his chocolate hair. "Wouldn't you like to know?" He answered and went to sit at his desk. Tousen and I quickly went to huddle around our companion, watching as he opened the folder before him.
"How did Mrs. Kuchiki die exactly?" Aizen asked us as he rummaged through useless files. "A student going to her school appeared with a water containing a new kind of drug." Tousen began. "The student ever so carelessly left the bottle behind and she took a drink of it. Her body didn't respond to well to the drugs affects." I finished, still grinning. I had to admit her stupidity made it all the more amusing. What kind of teacher takes a drink from a students bottle?
"Correct and when interrogating the student what did he say?" I knitted my brows a bit. What was with the questioning? "That he hadn't a clue as to why such a drug was in his water." I replied, wanting to know where exactly this was going. Aizen then pulled out a picture of the boy, Toshiro Hitsugaya. Snowy wild hair and teal glaciers for eyes. "At the time his record backed him up, proving that he was a smart boy who would never do such a thing..."
"And he was let go because of your claim on his innocence." I finished up for him, growing somewhat impatient. "Now get to the point." Aizen smirked and pulled out a few other papers. "I only asked for him to be released because he and I had a little... deal if you would." Now it was Tousen's turn to speak. "Deal? What type?" Aizen chuckled a bit and brought out a single sheet of paper with the picture of a man, a man with untamed blond hair and a light bit of stubble gathering at his chin. His eyes shown like round olives and I turned to Aizen. "And who is this?"
"Kisuke Urahara. Toshiro agreed to help do some 'undercover' work at school. After talking to a few people he discovered that most of the drug sales took place by this mans shop." I glanced over at Tousen who seemed to be deep in thought and back to Aizen. My grin now widening. "Ah so I do believe it's time to pay Mr. Urahara a visit." Aizen nodded. "The first thing on the agenda for tomorrow. Now lets go, they're going to close the office down in a few."
–Ichigo Kurosaki–
"Ready Strawberry?" I looked into the mirror of my room, grinning wickedly at my appearance. Draped over my hips were a simple pair of black dress pants, a few chains hanging from the belt loops to give it a bit of edge. I had on a light blue tie and black dress jacket over my torso, unbutton and no shirt. My well etched torso and abs open for the world to see. I ran a hand through my orange hair and turned to Renji, him wearing the same attire as I.
I quickly looked the red head over. His chest was decorated with strange black tattoo's, giving him an exotic image. His hair was styled to flow down to his shoulders instead of being held up in it's usual fashion. I grinned at him and nodded.
"To rock the house? Hell. Yes." I exited my room and hit the lock, not wanting any club strays to wonder in and leave a mess. Renji and I climbed up the stairs and walked down a dark hallway before coming to two black colored doors. We pushed them open and scanned the settings, both of grinning like idiots.
The room was clouded with a mist of fog, the colorful array of lights slicing through the darkness and lighting up the black, white, and blue checkered dance floor with life. The walls were colored black decorated with blue ink blotches. In one corner of the large room was a long stage set with a few poles. Grinding against one of them was the night's best dancer, Rangiku Mastumoto. She wore blue daisy dukes and a black bikini top, her orange hair falling to her waist as her long legs wrapped around the pole.
At another corner was a large bar decorated with various liquors and 'treats' if you will. Cleaning the lavish cups and serving the drinks was my good friend, Ukitake. His long white hair was pushed back behind his ears as he served many familiar faces and chatted away, wearing a white dress shirt and black dress pants along with a black apron over his waist.
Opposite from that bar was another, decorated with the same format. Only this one was crowded by more men seeing as the lovely bar tender was Rukia Kuchiki. Ah she looked beautiful this night, which came to no surprise really. This lovely delicacy always managed to look... ravishing. Her obsidian eyes shined through her raven hair and lit up her pale features. She wore an outfit similar to Ukitake's, only hers looking delicious on her frame. Oh shit, heart turning to butter here!
My eyes quickly continued to scan the room until they fell over Orihime Inoue, one of the few waitress we had. It was a shame really, to see such a nice girl as herself working at such a place like this. However, she did match her surroundings rather well. Orihime wore a mini black skirt that hugged her full hips well, a white dress shirt to go with it. I grinned, the dress shirt not buttoned up the entire way leaving her blue lace bra in full sight. Her orange hair spilled down her small shoulders and her dark eyes radiated with a glow of life that could leave me almost blinded by just a glance.
Continuing my glancing, I spotted another waitress. Or rather said waiter. Hisagi Shuuhei was busying himself up with orders from our costumers, a rather sexy smile gracing his amused features. His sleek black hair was fashioned in it's normally spiked out style, dark eyes shining with a light of dark desires in the pit of his tanned face. Decorating his face was a tattoo reading '69', and a band aid crossed his nose. He wore the same thing as Rukia and Ukitake. Only his black pants were probably a size smaller than his usual. His white dress shirt was also unbuttoned, showing off those well developed abs. Hanging on his side was our other waiter, Izuru Kira. Izuru was a very attractive man, his blond hair falling to his shoulders and going a bit past. His long bangs masked one of his crystalline eyes and his skin was a flawless creme color. Izuru wore the same thing as Hisagi, only his pants not looking so painted on. His shirt was buttoned up mid way, showing off his toned chest which was covered with a thin sheet of sweat. Ah I'd take Izuru to bed any day, to bad he's with Hisagi. Hm... maybe they'd be willing to do a foursome with Renji and me?
Ah this was hell alright. And it comforted both Renji and I to know that we also had power over this little spot for sin. We entered the dance floor like the gods we were, or so we thought.
"Kurosaki! Abarai!" Renji and I turned our heads in the direction of a set of stairs going up the main stage that was located on the northern wall. Quickly we made our way up the stairs and came face to face with out beloved boss, the very founder of this dirty little city. He wore simple black pants and a matching dress shirt, a lose blue tie hanging from his slim neck. His teal eyes lost the barrier of iced glaciers they held through out the day and were replaced with amusement, his snow colored hair fashioned in its normal style, spiking out everywhere and a strand of bangs falling in his face.
"Yes Toshiro?" I asked with a grin, wanting to preform our little show for the night. It was customary for Renji, Toshiro, and I, to put on a little show for our beloved guests. Our young boss glared and huffed. "That's Hitsugaya to you Kurosaki." In response I rolled my eyes. I don't think I ever once called this man, teenager, by his last name. He was always Toshiro to me. Little seventeen year old Toshiro, my boss.
"It's time for the show." A grin then snaked it's way onto Toshiro's icy features and I couldn't help but chuckle and turn to Renji, who mimicked my actions. "So for tonight it's Vertigo by U2 right?" I nodded in reply to Renji and turned to Toshiro, who went up to talk to the music technician, or DJ Uryu, telling him to cut the music for the moment.
Renji and I both assumed our positions by the stage, me picking up my orange electric guitar and Renji his black one. Soon enough the blue curtains were being pushed aside and the clubs beaming lights blinded Renji and I for a brief second. The cheering of the room was silenced by Toshiro speaking into his microphone, smiling wickedly at his crowd.
"Hello and welcome to Hyourinmaru!" As Toshiro spoke his binding words into the mic I busied myself with tuning my guitar, trying to go over the riffs of the song we were going to play for tonight.
"Uno, dos, tres, catorce" I felt the adrenaline pump into my body as Renji started the song, shouting his line into the microphone by him. And now It was my turn to go.
"Turn it up loud, captain." I sang and let my fingers glide over the strings on the guitar, letting it sing it's beautiful song into the amp and fill the room. I glanced at Toshiro who was tapping a foot to the music before grinning and singing into the microphone. It was then I noticed the teen had put on a pair of black sunglasses, his collar popped out and the first few buttons on his shirt undone.
"Lights go down, it's dark. The jungle is your head, can't rule your heart. A feeling is so much stronger than a thought. Your eyes are wide and though your soul it can't be bought, your mind can wander." The flashing lights disappeared and only a single blue light was positioned on the stage, the light dancing off Toshiro's white skin as he danced around with the microphone close to his lips.
"Hello, hello?" He continued and Renji and I added the '¡Hola!', my heart racing along with the riffs of my guitar as Toshiro continued. For the moment my mind seemed to be lost and all I could focus on was the wild noises around me, my body moving to the sweet beat.
"I'm at a place called Vertigo."
"¿Donde esta?" Renji and I asked loudly into the mic, going insane on our guitars as Toshiro stood close to the stage and rocked his head to the smooth rhythm created.
"It's everything I wish I didn't know, except you give me something I can feel, feel." Toshiro smoothed out his voice and held the note used, Renji and I swaying our hips roughly while still rocking out on the instruments. Oh god it was getting hot, and we were only in the first few seconds of the song!
"The night is full of holes, these bullets rip the sky of ink with gold. They twinkle as the boys play rock and roll, they know that they can't dance at least they know." Toshiro moved back up the stage then down, his finger curling around his glasses to bring them down for moment, allowing his teal eyes to shine in the light.
"I can't stand the beats, I'm asking for the check. The girl with crimson nails has Jesus around her neck. Swinging to the music, swinging to the music." Toshiro pulled his glasses back up the bride of his nose and let his free hand roam up and down his chest, his hips rocking back and forth with a lovely rhythm that was driving more than half the crowd insane. Renji and I added our voices at the end, creating a nice harmony that added to Toshiro's.
"Hello, hello." As the chorus was sung again I hit the same riffs as before, Renji and I know standing back by back, our fingers working the guitar like never before. "¡Hola!" Renji cried, and Toshiro sang, "I'm at a place called Vertigo"
"¿Donde esta?" I asked with my part.
"It's everything I wish I didn't know, but you give me something I can feel, feel."
Renji and I road out a guitar solo for a while, Toshiro muttering some words into the mic before we slowed down and Toshiro began again.
"All of this, all of this can be yours. All of this, all of this can be yours. All of this, all of this can be yours, just give me what I want and no one gets hurt."
After a small break in the lyrics and guitar we started up again with the chorus, Renji and I burning with heat at how hard we worked. A heavy sheet of sweat dripped down our exposed torso's and slid down, making us shine under the spot light as we continued.
"Hello, hello"
"¡Hola!"
"We're at a place called Vertigo."
"¿Donde esta?" We were hitting the final notes hard as if our lives depended on it... no, it felt like our life line was embedded into the song and in order to live we couldn't miss a single note. And so we played loud and hard.
"Lights go down, and all I know is that you give me something I can feel your love teaching me how, your love is teaching me how. How to kneel, kneel..."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yea..." Finally coming to the end, we sang along with Toshiro and rocked our bodies with the rhythm. I could hear my partners heart beats against their chests as the people in the crowd roared with us, the workers mingling among them. With a final long riff we were done and Toshiro grinned at the crowd, loving the control he had in the palm of his hands. You could see the gleam of power burn in those teal eyes and I couldn't help but smile.
There was no doubting it, Toshiro, Renji, and I were the top dogs of Karakura. Simply because we ran the fountain of sin at night.