A/N: Sorry I forgot to put my notes in my first chapter, (This is my first fanfic so I kinda got excited in posting. wink) Thank you for all the wonderful reviews, they sure inspire me to update more often.
Disclaimer: Even if I ask Kubo to marry me, I'm afraid I still can't own Bleach.
Notes:
CEO- Chief Operating Officer (its like the president/owner of the company)
Kami- God
FBI- Federal Bureau of Investigation (US)
Oprah- Duh.. Don't tell me you don't know her??
Tyra Banks – Super Model turned talk show host (see "America's Next Top Mpdel")
"If you have no more questions, then the meeting is adjourned" exclaimed the orange haired CEO as he collected the folders that he will be studying the rest of the day.
The executive officers of Tokyo Zangetsu Television, is mostly composed of his father's colleagues – his godfather, Urahara Kisuke, regarded as "The Steven Speilberg of Japan" is the Vice President for Entertainment, Kurochi Mayuri, a total techie weirdo is the Vice President for Engineering, Shiba Kuukaku a former FBI agent is the Head of Security (despite her very feminine appearance, she sure does know how to kick some serious butts), then there's Unohana Retsu, Tokyo Zangetsu TV's "motherly figure" who handles all the financial aspects of the company. Uryuu Ryuken, one of his father's best friends is in-charge of the News and Current Affairs Department – he is also Uryuu Ishda's dad, one of Japan's most popular news anchors and Ichigo's high school friend. Last on the list is Ukitake Jushiro – who despite of his personal businesses still chose to stay as the Vice President for Marketing and Communication.
"That ain't bad my boy, that ain't bad" a grinning Urahara Kisuke caught Ichigo's attention.
"We've never had a meeting this serious before, I remember your father trying to prank each and every one of us every meeting! Well, it's a good thing you are not like him but it sure won't hurt if you will try to smile, Ichigo-san" a smiling Jushiro said, earning a chuckle from Unohana Retsu.
"Well, I'm sure Ichigo-san is into a lot of pressure right now, but you don't really have to put everything in your shoulders." The soft spoken Vice President for Finance said.
"Remember Ichigo-boy, we are being paid some hefty amount of cash every month just to make sure that we make your job, a lot more easier – ne? Besides, I heard that Kuchiki girl is in town, maybe you should pay her a visit or something. Aren't the two of you friends or whatever?" with a mischievous smile, Kuukaku winked at the young CEO – who is now obviously being pissed with the sudden outburst of love and support from his father's colleagues.
Its not that he didn't want their advice and support – its just that he's been desperately trying the whole damn week to keep his mind busy at work so that he could forget a certain raven haired midget who has been lingering in his freaking mind since that Fashion Night Event – and talking with his father's friend wouldn't help at all. They all knew about Rukia and he'll be damned if she'll be dragged into this conversation – which unfortunately for him, is happening right now.
"We used to be friends, yes. But we got busy about college life then she went into that modeling thing and I trained for management in Europe, so that makes us I don't know, old acquaintances – of some sorts." Damn these nosy old hogs. Ichigo tried his best to sound calm and dismissive hoping that the old people would just drop the subject and leave him alone. But to his dismay, Urahara, Jushiro, Unohana and Kuukaku stared at him with much interest; they even ordered another round of coffee as they sat comfortably in their chairs. You've got to be kidding me. Ichigo told himself as he stared questioningly to the four nosy old people.
"Old acquaintances ne? You've got to try harder little Ichigo!" Kuukaku chuckled sipping her fresh coffee.
"Wha..? What's this?! Truth or dare with the new CEO?!" confused, Ichigo looked at each one of them trying to decode what they are up to.
"We saw you and Rukia at the Fashion event last week – at the garden side to be exact" Unohana said looking intently at him.
Suddenly feeling very uneasy, Ichigo felt his face heating up – turning as red as tomato wishing that the great Kami would send a tsunami to eat him alive - right here, right now. Kami! Why does it have to me??
Ukitake, feeling a little embarrassed for his "boss", simply looked away. "We (cough) saw you kissing her".
"Sowhatwearefriendsanyway" the youngest man glared rather too fast and too defensive, much to the amusement of the four executives.
"Oh, It sure looked like that to us!" the black haired head of security assessed with a chuckle.
Reaching his limit, Ichigo sighed and stood up to collect his things. He had enough of the day's torment. "Whatever! Just think whatever you like, Kuchiki Rukia and I are just old friends and it is just as simple as that. I don't give a damn if she's in Japan or in Pluto, so please, spare us of your match making hobby". He concluded as he headed towards the door.
"But we are not match making my godson! You see, Ms Kuchiki agreed to host a show in our television, we are meeting her tonight!" Kisuke coyly retorted flashing his "Im-an-evil-genius" smile.
Kurosaki Ichigo banged his head at the glass door.
"You have to be kidding me! No way!" Kuchiki Rukia slumped in her couch with utter disbelief. "There is no way I'm hosting a talk show in the friggin' network! How could you do this me?"
"Rukia, calm down! We are talking about good bucks here. Besides, the concept is really good it's a bit of an Oprah and Tyra Banks show something. They have been cooking it for quiet sometime and you are the only person they have in mind to do this. Come on! What's the big deal?" Hiyori rolled her eyes, unfazed by the petite super model's outburst. She won't be her manager for almost seven years if she's not accustomed to her tantrums every now and then.
"I.. I have to go back in Paris! ..I..I still have modeling there, remember??"
"It's a once a week show, you will have to tape in advance while you're here in Japan, for the rest, you can tape in Paris, they even offered the personal jet of the Kurosaki's to fetch you anywhere in this freaking world!"
"But.." the raven haired Kuchiki princess resisted
"No buts Rukia! I've already said yes, we will meet them tonight at Gotei Hotel, be there by 7, okay?" the blond girl glared at Rukia, who was left with no other choice but to agree. It doesn't really count that they are almost at the same height; Hiyori can scare any eight footer guy by just raising a eye brow, although she may look rough and ruthless, Hiyori is such a kind hearted person. Rukia knows too well that she will not do anything that will cause her harm – atleast until today. Screw Kurosaki in Hell!
6:30. Damn, what the fuck am I going to wear?? Long sleeves polo? Nah, too formal. Shirt? Too casual. This one and a vest? Argh..
Frustrated over his clothes, Kurosaki Ichigo massaged his with apparent dismay. Why on Earth am I too conscious with what I'm going to wear? Its not like we'll be on a date or something! But she's a super model! A tiny voice whispered inside his head. You don't want to her the luxury of mocking your choice in clothing. Yeah, and what kind of people would chose a midget for a super model anyway?! The carrot top scowled, still trying to calm his nerves. I guess this one might just do the trick. The young CEO smirked as he pulled something from his closet.
"Rukia, don't ever try to wear that dress again". A scowling orange head blurted out one Saturday night while they are walking at mall.
"Huh? Why?! I like this dress!" An unbelieving Rukia exclaimed crossing her arms around her chest.
"Because I said so" Kurosaki Ichigo looked away increasing the pace of his walking.
"What's your problem strawberry?!" Obviously pissed, Rukia smacked Ichigo with her shoes.
"Ouch! Why do you have to that? Damn it hurts. You may have killed some of my brain cells you know" Ichigo glared at the raven haired midget who is now smiling triumphantly.
"If you don't wanna get hurt, answer me properly the next time I asked you a question – pea brain! Now stop whining and tell me why you don't like this dress!" Now holding the other pair of her shoes, ready to attack anytime, Rukia menacingly glared at Ichigo – both oblivious to the concerned stares they are receiving from the people passing by. "Don't I look nice Ichigo?" she added in a dangerous tone.
"Y.. you look nice.. G-great actually, but.." The orange haired teenager stammered.
"But?!"
"But all these stupid perverted bastards kept looking at you the whole day, Kami help me or I'm gonna send them all in the infirmary!!!" Ichigo ranted exasperatedly glaring with every word that he said, leaving Rukia staring at him dumbfolded.
"I-Ichigo…"
Rukia tenderly smiled as she recalled that incident with Ichigo. That guy really has some temper issues. She fondly recalled. But I liked it when he goes berserk like that. Although he never admitted it, he was really the overprotective type. Her sweet smiled turned somewhat mischievously as she examined her walk in closet. If he thinks I can easily forget our little reunion last week – then he is absolutely wrong! I will make sure that you will never be able to forget this night. We have a score to settle Kurosaki. Rukia thought, as she muses over her clothes.
-to be continued-
A/N: So it's a bit short and a cliffhanger too, I'm sorry (dodging the cream pies).. I am rushing some reports in the office, but I promise to update again, if not this week, then next week.
By the way, I've been lurking around this website for quiet sometime, and I should say that I have been really amazed by the wonderful wonderful creations of fans like me, there's, Alaena Night, Kittikat, Rukiahana, Rabbit.. among others. You guys inspired me a lot (so pardon me if some of the twists and plots may seem familiar to some of your works.. but I really try to be original. I hope its okay with you guys) ..and oh, before I forgot, thanks for the cookies!!
PS: bear with some technical/grammatical errors (if you ever find one) I do try to be grammatically correct – Its just that, I'm too excited to upload that I get too stubborn to proof read my works. (yeah I know.. excuses, excuses) Anybody wanna share my cookies??