~As always, I only own the plot. I don't own the series or characters so don't sue me.

God Only Knows

A familiar vibrant head of orange entered the trailer reserved specifically for him and headed straight for the mini-fridge. Grabbing a bottle of water, he quickly twisted the cap off before chugging nearly half the bottle. Setting the bottle on the nearby counter, the orangette moved to the small bed and flopped heavily onto it, burying his face deeply into the soft pillow. His arms pulled up to wrap around the pillow as his eyes peeked out from the fluffy object.

Those eyes. Those crystal blue eyes he had spotted at the end of his final song. They were sure to haunt him for the rest of his meager life. There was no way he'd ever be able to forget something so beautiful and mesmerizing. Especially considering the man had bright blue hair. He stuck out like a sore thumb. The singer just wished he would have stuck around after the promo performance. He would have happily given him a free ticket to his upcoming concert in exchange for his name and maybe a cup of coffee. Sighing, he buried his face deeper into the pillow. He didn't have time for love or relationships. The orangette was just getting his singing career started.

The once silent trailer filled with the soft sound of someone knocking on the door. The door opened shortly after to reveal a blonde man decked out in a striped bucket hat and geta.

"That was a wonderful performance Ichigo!" the man cooed, a small smile plastered on his scruffy face.

Ichigo Kurosaki, aged 19, and still a virgin. He had lived a hard life, constantly being teased for his hair while in school not to mention money was always tight at home. His father, although a doctor, ran his own clinic for those who weren't fortunate enough to afford proper health care. Many times his father accepted payment in the form of food or clothing. Upon finishing high school, he had no idea what he wanted to do with his life. His father suggested becoming a doctor, but it didn't interest him in the slightest. He tried college for about a semester as an art major before giving up entirely. Nothing seemed to call out to him. Then one day out of the blue, his uncle showed up and offered to take him away from the small town he grew up in to the city where he would be able to do something with his life.

Ichigo never pictured he'd be an idol. Well, he wasn't one yet anyway. He was thankful to inherit his singing and acting abilities from his deceased mother. After making a successful single, his uncle became his manager. It only took six months for him to get as popular as he is now, but it was a hard six months. Performing at nearly every small gig offered to him as well as a few promo performances in parks and malls to help promote his music. And now, after all that hard work, his very first concert was rapidly approaching. It was a mere month away. Ichigo was so busy preparing for the upcoming event that he hardly had any time to himself.

"Mmph," Ichigo moaned into the pillow.

The blonde's smile widened as he entered the small trailer. Walking over to the teen, he grabbed the pillow and roughly pulled it out from the boy's grasp. He was rewarded with a dark glare. "You still have to sign autographs before you can sleep," he sighed, smile fading completely.

Ichigo sat up and scowled as he ran a hand through his hair. "What's on the agenda for tomorrow?"

The blonde looked up as he grabbed his chin lightly in thought. "Well, you've got a script reading for that drama in the morning. After that you've got a TV promo on an afternoon talk show. Then you have a photo shoot in the park a bit after that."

"Will I get to eat this time?" He received the pillow in his face as an answer. Chuckling he set the pillow back on the bed as he stood. "Thanks Uncle Kisuke." With that the teen exited the trailer to spend the next hour signing autographs non-stop.

Shortly after Ichigo had left, another blond entered the trailer. Gray eyes shifted to gaze seriously at the newcomer. "Did you find anything?"

The other blonde merely shook his head as he crossed his arms. "The place was completely empty."

"Aizen is a hard man to find," said the manager with a sigh. "We'll just have to wait for him to make a move."

"He may have already."

Gray eyes narrowed slightly at that. "What do you mean Shinji?"

"Kensei says he had the personal pleasure of keeping the Sexta from getting too close to the stage tonight." Shinji smirked.

The manager frowned slightly at this as he lowered his head to hide his eyes under the brim of his hat. "We could use this to our advantage." The other blonde raised an eyebrow at this. "Keep an eye on Ichigo. However, do not interfere unless his life is in danger."

"Urahara, are you sure you want to use your own nephew as bait?"

"I'll do whatever it takes to stop Aizen." Urahara walked past the other blonde as he began to exit the trailer. He paused for a moment to add, "Besides, Ichigo is a tough kid. He can take it."

The next day Ichigo found himself in a car ride to the other side of town for the afternoon talk show after completing the script reading. His uncle was briefing him about what they'd discuss, what he would be wearing, and what he would be performing. Ichigo was barely paying attention as his amber eyes stared blankly out the window completely lost in thought. He just couldn't stop thinking about the blue eyed beauty from the performance last night. However he was rudely torn from his thoughts as his uncle leaned over and let out a puff of air against the back of his neck.

Ichigo jerked noticeably in his seat as a shiver ran quickly down his spine. "What the hell?" he shouted as his amber eyes turned to glare darkly at his uncle.

"Perhaps now you'll listen," Urahara teased. "As I've already told you three times now, you'll be appearing on the hottest afternoon talk show for girls, Lunch with Rangiku. And no, you won't actually be eating," he quickly added as the teen opened his mouth. "Anyways, she's going to be asking about your role in the upcoming drama as well as discussing your debut concert. After that you'll perform Summer Colored Surprise. Understood?"

The teen nodded and allowed his gaze to shift out the vehicle window once more. Suddenly, a patch of bright blue caught his vision. Amber eyes widened as time seemed to slow in that moment. It was the exact same blunette he'd spotted at the performance the previous night. The man wore a black tank top and jeans in the hot summer heat, displaying his muscled torso. As the car quickly sped by, he wished for all the world that he could just jump out and speak to the man. However, his uncle would be furious if he were to do such a thing.

Rounding a corner, the car slowed to a stop as they reached the studio. Ichigo was quickly pulled from the vehicle and pushed and shoved into a tiny dressing room so that he could get ready.

Grimmjow wondered the streets, blue eyes hunting for the informant that he was supposed to meet around one. No one appeared to stick out let alone fit the description Ulquiorra had given him. The only information he had to go on was that the person was fairly short and had black hair. Hell, Grimmjow didn't even know what their gender was. Sighing he leaned against the window of the nearby electronics store, making his presence known. Unless this informant was a total idiot, they would most likely find him first and make the first contact. It'd be easier that way, especially considering he had barely anything to go by.

The blunette checked his watch as he waited impatiently. Still fifteen minutes to go. It was at that moment a familiar voice drifted into his ears. Turning to look into the shop s window he spotted the orange haired siren from the night before. Blue eyes widened slightly as he watched the talk show program.

"Well, it's your typical girly romance drama," he smiled a bit causing the busty strawberry blonde host to smile widely.

"Is it true that your co-star is the talented Orihime Inoue?" Rangiku questioned.

"It is," the teen responding. "She's fun to work with, but she has the weirdest taste in food." The woman raised her eyebrow at this. "I'm serious! Just today she had brought bread, bean paste, and honey for lunch!" The two laughed heartily at this causing Grimmjow to smile slightly.

"So Ichigo," the woman leered. "Are you seeing anyone right now?" The orangette sputtered as his face turned a bright red from the rather personal question. "Oh that's so cute," she teased. "She must be very pretty to get you all flustered like that."

"Actually, I'm not seeing anyone," he mumbled as he stared at his lap intensely while wringing his hands.

"Oh," she moaned happily. "Hear that girls? He's single!"

In response to the loud cheering from the audience Ichigo's face just darkened even more. Grimmjow felt himself smirking as he watched the television in the window. Not only had he learned the boy's name, he'd learned that he was highly available. Gender wouldn't be an issue. It was obvious upon seeing that blush that he was incredibly submissive. Just as thoughts arose of dominating the boy, he shoved them to the back of his mind. The kid was a singer, a fairly popular one at that. Grimmjow was part of the yakuza. There was no way they could be together. Not to mention, he highly doubted that the orangette would want someone like him. After all, he'd been tossed aside countless times.

"You excited for your first concert?" The talk show hostess broke him from his brooding thoughts by changing the subject.

"Ah mmm," Ichigo nodded, still blushing lightly from the previous set of questions.

"How about you go ahead and sing a song for us?" The audience cheered at that.

Amber eyes took on a slightly distant look before he spoke slowly. "Instead of singing the song I originally planned, I'd like to sing a different one."

"Sing whatever you like," Rangiku smiled.

Grimmjow's ears were suddenly filled with that familiar melody he had heard once before; when the boy was first calling out to him. The blunette remained glued to the window as he watched the teen perform the whole song. It was beautiful. It was just as perfect as it had been last night, but it was better this time as he was able to watch the orangette the whole time. Just as the song finished, he felt a tapping on his shoulder and turned to face a very short woman, her raven hair pulled into a tight bun. Eyes narrowing slightly on the girl as he realized she must be the informant. Without uttering a single word, she handed Grimmjow a small unmarked package.

He watched carefully as the girl merely walked away. Blue eyes stared at the package for a moment before he headed in the opposite direction. Obviously he needed to deliver it to Aizen.

Ichigo bobbed slightly to the music playing through the headphones resting in his ears as he sat against a tree in the park. He was finally on a much needed break from the photo shoot. He liked to listen to his music while on breaks so that he had the chance to practice seeing as how he hardly had any free time. He sung softly to the music playing.

His uncle had lectured him thoroughly for changing the song for the talk show literally last minute. Although they were prepared for such a change, he didn't want the teen getting used to it. Thankfully, the photo shoot location wasn't too far from the studio so he only had to deal with his chiding for a short time. As soon as he got out of the car, his uncle waved and informed him he would have a break in the afternoon tomorrow to do whatever he wanted. After that the car drove off, but not before Urahara left Shinji to watch over his nephew. Ichigo realized the man probably had a meeting of some sort and that they would see each other tomorrow morning.

Standing, he stretched before turning to head back to the photography crew. He stopped the moment his eyes fell upon a familiar head of blue that had plagued his thoughts all day. How did he get past security? But more importantly, why was he here?

Grimmjow sighed heavily as he plopped down on a nearby bench. Aizen had dismissed him the second he handed him the package, so the blunette was rather bored. The sun was beginning to set, coating the sky with lovely shades of orange, pink, and red. He really wished he hadn't seen that talk show earlier in the day. His urge to see the orangette had only increased from then and he just couldn't get the boy out of his head. No matter how many times he told himself it wouldn't work, he just couldn't stop himself from wanting it. His eyes slowly shut as he tried to relax as best he could on a park bench.

"I feel that my spirits rise."

Cyan orbs snapped open at that familiar voice singing a different melody. He scanned the open area of the park to see a small crew of people off to the left in a taped off area.

"I will survive and just stay alive."

His head jerked to the right. The voice of his siren was coming from a grouping of trees to the right of the taped off area. His gaze fell upon a few big guys that screamed security. Grimmjow smirked, they were push-overs. Nothing he couldn't handle if necessary.

"Enjoy being alone, the isolation is not always so bad."

Darting into the trees, Grimmjow quietly weaved between them, always staying in the blind spot of anyone who would glance over into the area. "Another day has gone by, every day goes by." The voice was much louder now, indicating that he was close. "In the sky there'd be a bridge to a bright tomorrow."

The song sounded incredibly sad and lonely. Perhaps they had a lot more in common than he had at first assumed. After a few more lines from the song, Grimmjow spotted a head of orange leaning against a tree. His breath caught in his throat at his sight. He was even more beautiful up close. The blunette was frozen to his spot, even as his brain registered the boy moving to stand. Suddenly he found himself staring down a bit into amber eyes that widened slightly before glaring at him.

"Who are you?" that melodic voice snapped out as he pulled his headphones out of his ears.

"Grimmjow," he merely replied.

"How did you get past security?"

It was in that moment Grimmjow decided he had to have the boy. He d deal with any consequences that would come as a result. Summoning all his sexual prowess, the blunette smirked devilishly as he responded. "You call a couple beefy guys glancing at you security?"

The boy continued to glare before it slowly crumbled and he began to laugh lightly. Grimmjow's heart melted at hearing that laugh in person. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

"How bout I take you out for coffee?"

"Are you... asking me out?" Amber eyes widened and blinked a bit as he tried to process the information.

"Not really," the Sexta replied before leaning in incredibly close, a feral grin plastered on his face. "That is, unless you want me to."

Ichigo swallowed hard at the perfect face mere inches from his own. A light blush began to creep onto his cheeks as he responded softly. "I-I'm free tomorrow afternoon," he stammered.

Grimmjow leaned in further to whisper into the blushing idol's ear. "Meet me at Kuchiki Coffee House tomorrow at two." Reaching into his pocket, he withdrew a pen and grabbed Ichigo's hand firmly as he scribbled his cell phone number onto his palm. "Feel free to call me whenever. I'll always answer just for you."

With that, Grimmjow took his exit, leaving poor Ichigo blushing as deeply as he had during the talk show earlier. It was a dream. It had to be. Sure he would admit he was attracted to the blunette, but for the feeling to be mutual was completely unexpected. Ichigo willed the beating of his heart to slow down in order to get rid of his blush. As soon as his cheeks felt cool once more, he headed back to the photo shoot on cloud nine. But not before he put the incredibly attractive man's phone number in his cell phone.

(A/N: The lyrics used here are God Only Knows. It's the first opener to Kami Nomi zo Shiru Sekai. If you couldn't tell, I really like the music for that anime. It's lovely, but sad at the same time. It's obviously not the whole song. The whole song is 8 minutes long! It's an oratorio which is basically a story being told through song. These lyrics are toward the end in the Chapter Four part.

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