Who Woulda Guessed?

First off, I'm really, really sorry for how long it's taken to update. *hangs head* I don't deserve the loyalty some of you have shown me with my stories when I can't even update them consistently. Second, I realized just as I was writing this chapter that I don't know where I want this story to go. At all. If you have any ideas, suggestions, anything, please let me know. This was kind of a on a whim thing for me so yeah…*sweat drop* ANYWAYS! I need some suggestions for the songs Ichigo and co are going to work on for the next couple of chapters. If you have an original song and wouldn't mind me using it, please let me know! I need suggestions from everybody!

Edit: I've made the addition of some details that should clear up some of the questions you guys had. Enjoy and let me know what you think!

Just as he was starting to allow himself to relax and enjoy the evening, Ichigo's pocket vibrated. He could barely discern the ringtone over the sound of the club music, and when he did, his scowl returned and he marched over to a semi-quiet corner by the bar to deal with his manager.

I've got a big fat fuckin' bone to pick with you my darling
In case you haven't heard I'm sick and tired of trying
I wish you would take my radio to bathe with you,
plugged in and ready to fall…*

Ichigo pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and growled into it angrily. "What do you want, asshole? I'm busy."

'Ichigo, is that any way for you to speak to me? Here I was going to do you a favor too…'

Ichigo rolled his eyes and glared at random passerby as he grumbled at the phone. "As if you'd do anything that wouldn't get you some benefit first."

'I didn't say that it was a favor for only you. It's kind of a favor for me as well. Anyway, I want you to come back to the studio. I have to talk to you and the guys about something important.' Urahara said in a singsong voice that irritated Ichigo and got on every single nerve that he hadn't killed yet.

"You couldn't have told us while we were all still there?"

'Ichigo! You would accuse me of withholding information?'

"Yes. Besides, Renji's a little busy with Shuhei, and he's not going to come unless Byakuya tells him to. Since both of us know there's no chance in hell of that happening, Byakuya hasn't had a night just for him and Hisana for a while, and I'm not going to sit down with you without the one person who's kept me out of jail for the past couple of years."

'You think Renji and Shuhei aren't here already? Don't you know that I always anticipate every one of your loopholes? One second…'

Ichigo jerked with surprise when Renji roared into the mouthpiece.

'ICHIGO! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE NOW! IF I HAVE TO BE HERE, SO DO YOU DAMNIT!'

"Alright, alright! Geez, I'm coming." Ichigo ended the call with a sigh. "Damn it all to hell and back. I really hate it when he does that."

"You have to get better at hiding who you are if you expect people to believe you when you say you aren't Kurosaki. You might want to consider not using the names of My False Reality's guitarists so casually."

Ichigo whirled around, only to come face to face with a tall, teal haired man. The stranger finished his shot and stood up, grinning toothily. He raked his eyes up and down Ichigo's form.

"Anyway, it's not like I care. Get yourself jumped by the rabid groupies if it makes you happy." The man turned to walk away, the cut of his shirt revealing a gothic style six tattoo on his lower back. "Just be a good boy and do as you're told like you always do. That's all you're good for anyways, isn't it?"

The man left before Ichigo could retort, leaving the auburn haired singer alone in the bar. "Jack ass," Ichigo snorted, pausing only to say good-bye and thanks to Moriko and her boyfriend before he left as well. He trudged back to the recording studio, hands in pockets and grumbling the entire time. The distance between the bar and the studio seemed longer without someone to walk with, to talk to on the way, leaving him plenty of time to grouse about the idiotic asshole at the bar. The slightly sexy asshole. Ichigo groaned and clapped a hand to his forehead. It was a clear sign that he needed to find better ways to occupy his time when a man started to find rude, outspoken bastards interesting. Ichigo walked past the reception desk without comment other than to tell the girl at the counter his floor with a surly tone. When the elevator opened with a small ding! Ichigo was greeted almost immediately by a gruff, "What the hell took ya so damn long?"

"Well hello to you too, Ikkaku. What's the matter with you? Yumichika making you sleep on the couch for flirting with all those girls during the tour?" Ichigo asked, eyebrow raised as he fell back into a chair.

"Shut the fuck up, berry head and answer the question."

"Can only do one or the other cue ball, so make up your damn mind. Though, since I'm in such a great mood, I suppose I'll spare you the time it'll take to contemplate your decision. I'm late because I was dreading having to look at your ugly mug AGAIN today. Once was enough for me, but apparently someone upstairs isn't happy with me, because they're making me do it again." Ikkaku growled angrily, and Ichigo smirked.

"Got something to say pissy bitchy? C'mon, bring it," Ichigo taunted. Ikkaku flipped him off.

"Now Ichigo! That's not a very nice way to treat your band mates, hmm?" Urahara Kisuke asked from the doorway, fanning himself with a handful of printouts.

"Yeah whatever. Their antics amuse you almost as much as interrupting me at home," Renji snorted, arms crossed angrily. "Just get on with it you creepy old man."

"Hmm, seems Ichigo isn't the only one in a bad mood tonight. Well, I've decided that in order to make things interesting, instead of having the battle that I discussed with each of you consist of songs from the competing bands themselves, it'll basically be a karaoke night. Won't that be fun? Well, the last song will be an original piece from the bands left in the finals, but we know that you guys will get first place so you better be hard at work with that original piece. I want a new song that has never been heard by anyone." Kisuke continued fanning the printouts back and forth.

"That's all Ichigo. We've got nothing to do with that," Shuhei said from his corner. He ran his thumb across his cheek in an absent minded gesture. "He's the damn genius that holds us all together."

"Fuck you. We're all in this together. I'm not responsible for our success, we all contribute to the band." Ichigo growled, slouching in his seat. "Anyway, I need Shuhei for the piece that I've been thinking about doing. He's the only one I need for that song, so the rest of you get to sit around and look pretty."

"Why is only Shuhei helping? You wanna spend more time with him or something? Renji, watch out! Ichigo's tryin' ta steal your boy toy!" Ikkaku grinned. Renji threw his cup of water at him, causing the bald man to curse when the liquid spilled over his clothes.

"I'm helping Ichigo because I'm the one who helped him write the song originally, if it's the same one that I think he's talking about. Even before we made the band, it was only meant for two people to play. One singer, one guitarist. He just wants to keep it the same that's all. I don't have time for anyone who's not a red head for anything else," Shuhei said, raising an eyebrow to Ikkaku.

"Ichigo's close enough to bein' a red isn't he?"

"Doesn't meet my standards." Shuhei casually reached over and pulled an embarrassed and happily disgruntled Renji closer to him, smirking in Ikkaku's direction when he kissed the red head's neck. Ikkaku made a mock gag expression to Ichigo, who laughed and made kissy faces in return.

"As happy as I am that you all are getting along now, you need to run along my children! I'm very busy and-"

"Who the hell are you calling 'children'!"

"Fuck you old man!"

"Creepy son of a bitch! I'm not your kid!"

"We don't even like you asshole!"

*Radio- Alkaline Trio