Chapter Two – Guilty Shirts

Disclaimer: I do not own, nor am I making any money off of this fanfiction. Please enjoy responsibly, and do not try in your own home. ;D

Warnings: This will probably get pretty adult, so I'm rating it M. So if you don't like hardcore, please do not continue, or just skip those parts. Except I can get pretty grungy, without realizing it. There will be swearing. I do like typing 'shit' a lot. Haha.

AN: Note on Ichigo. You may notice he's more cheerful and open. Well, I'm writing him without his mom dying and him being all guilty and stuff… :D So he will be more cheerful. The joy of AU. If you don't like Ichigo NOT being guilty and depressed and this annoys you terribly, then you are looking at the wrong story!

On another note, looking things up for this story caused me great angst. As in, I found some shoes that I have been wanting desperately for a while – the hitch? The site was all in Japanese, and then after consulting with a friend, they don't ship internationally. So basically, it was a horrible angst fest of me greedily looking at those Belly Button shoes, and then crying during the night for being unable to attain them due to silly things such as language barriers, shipping, and all the rest.

So be thankful I continued this story! XD It has caused me random grief!

On another character note, Shuuhei has taken me over so whatever comes out may or may not be in character despite my best efforts. His sly wit, and humour has taken over.

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Part One: Renji

"You're late."

Her violet eyes snapped across him, and Renji froze.

He took in her small form, lounging atop the counter, as if she owned the store, her irritated expression a strong counterbalance to the pink bunny hoody she wore, to match her pink plaid skirt, loose socks and pink mary janes [with fashionable white lace bow of course].

"R-rukia!" Renji sputtered out, "What are you doing here?"

Hopping off the counter, she marched up to him, and angrily poked his stomach.

"You! Didn't answer your phone! You! Disappeared! You!!!!! Didn't inform me why you disappeared!" She angrily shouted.

"Eh? My phone?" Renji sputtered, before pulling the item out of his pocket. "Oh ah… guess I didn't hear it… or notice it…"

Rukia growled. "Where were you? We came back to see how you were doing and you were completely gone! Don't you know what could have happened! You didn't go off with any strangers did you!"

Renji stared at Rukia with horror, before uttering, "I got too hot and left the club… I didn't get home; I ended up crashing at a hotel I was too tired."

He thought semi truth was better, because he knew that Rukia no doubt would have checked his apartment, speaking of which… "Why didn't you wait for me at my apartment?"

She hmphed, and looked away, "I checked, but then I realized that you might not get back to your apartment, and the only thing you were bound to show up for would be work."

"Look Ruchan, I'm sorry for making you worry," Renji honestly replied, while attempting to cover the major relief he felt that she didn't stick around. How would he be able to cover up all of those marks?

He reached out, and ruffled her hair, "Now, I need to get to work, or else the boss will be mad."

Rukia kicked his leg, before suddenly hugging him.

"Don't make me worry again Renji." She mumbled.

Feeling intensely guilty, Renji rubbed her back, as he replied, "Promise."

Pulling away lightly, Rukia then added, "As recompense you will come to the concert for the new band my brother is producing."

"Oh.. when is it?"

"6. It's outside Seireiti Tower, on the outside stage." Rukia informed him.

"Ah alright…who is the band?" Renji asked half interestedly.

"Illicit Actions." Rukia said with some pride.

Renji just stared at her. "New band huh?"

A sort of explosion seemed to erupt behind Rukia, as Ichigo, Renji's orange haired coworker, seemed to explode out of nowhere.

"Your brother is producing Illicit Actions?!" came his squeak.

Rukia looked over to Ichigo and nodded smugly, as she let go of Renji.

"At least someone knows who they are, unlike this baka."

"Uhm.. who exactly is this band?" Renji asked, not liking how Ichigo was giving him a death look.

"The hottest new thing!" Ichigo proclaimed, "It's a band full of dreamy guys!! Their lead guitar is so sexy!! 3 Their single 'Touch' is the top of the oricon!!"

The whole, Ichigo coming out as a bisexual, never really sunk in, until Ichigo had these rather 'queenish' moments, especially concerning his favorite bands.

Renji had worked with Ichigo at the shop for well over a year now, and at first Ichigo had been a rather surely boy… however, when he got excited over something, or when he felt safe, his surliness disappeared.

"Great! You can come too Ichigo!" Rukia added, excitement in her eyes, "I don't want to be with this baka who doesn't even know how to tie his shoe laces!"

Ichigo excitedly looked at Rukia, "Can we meet them after!?"

Rukia frowned, but then, her expression got super determined, "I will try! I'm sure if I ask real nice, oniisama will cave in."

"You're awesome Rukia!" Ichigo cheered.

"I know, I know, praise me all you want!" Rukia replied.

Renji felt a little violated by the amount of cheerfulness happening, and his eyes slid over to the one other person, who seemed mildly sane – Izuru Kira, Rukia's body guard.

Instead of the relief he sought, Kira's aquamarine gaze were glaring daggers at him.

Shit.

He must know something.

Weakly smiling at the smaller man, Renji walked towards the back room, to set his bag down and to get ready.

Popping a few painkillers, Renji looked up as someone entered the backroom, and his heart sank as his eyes fell upon the blond man.

"Hey Kira."

Kira looked at Renji. "Where were you actually last night?"

Renji frowned, "I told you, I danced, got lost, went to a hotel."

Kira's voice was low, as he stepped closer, obviously not wanting Rukia to overhear, "When I inquired, they said you left with someone… a man… is this true Abarai san?"

Renji felt his blood congeal, somewhere in his left ventricle.

He decided, that honesty, with a little white lie would be the right answer, "Yeah, it's true Kira." Renji let out a breath, "Don't tell Rukia k? It's sort of embarrassing that I got taken out by some smaller guy…"

Kira eyed Renji with caution. People usually ignored Kira, he was very good at his job, to be honest, he was more like Rukia's shadow. Always there, always silent, always observing. Kira, had been assigned to Rukia ever since she had been born – however, Kira had also been a child at the time, only four years older.

His assignment was to serve Rukia, as was custom in the higher families, and Kira, hadn't once complained. Instead, he took to his duty with relish.

"Taken out?"

"Yeah, got in a fight," Renji sighed, "Got beat up bad, shouldn't have drunk."

"Oh… right…" The atmosphere seemed less tense, "We should go see how Rukia is doing."

Renji nodded, glad that his white lie worked. For some reason, he felt that Kira had it out for him, and if he ever fucked up, and Kira found out, his fuck up wouldn't be kept secret for long.

Reentering the main shop, Renji cringed as he realized the shopkeeper had popped up.

The man was conversing with Rukia and Ichigo, excitedly over something, and Renji felt a dread come over him, that Rukia probably invited him to the concert as well.

"Aaaah~~~~ Sorry I can't come!! Tonight is dedicated sex times with Yoruchan!" drifted the response.

Renji twitched. It didn't help that the shopkeeper was also totally insane, shameless, and the most perverted man he had ever met – well, that is until he had come across The Fucker of course.

After a few more minutes, Rukia and her shadow left the store, and, after chancing a glance over to a rather enamoured looking Ichigo, Renji knew that today would no doubt be one of those long days.

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Part Two: Shuuhei

"Hisagi san! Don't tell me that you lost the limited edition RadBoyz shirt that you wore out last night!" Nanao's panicky voice drifted across the tired superstar, and he focused his grey eyes upon her.

"Eh? Isn't it the shirt I'm wearing?" he looked down with some concern at the black shirt, that was a little loose, and long. However he liked it.

"No! How could you lose your shirt!" she narrowed her eyes as she crept closer to him, no doubt attempting to keep her sanity. "Is there anyway you can somehow unswap your shirt? I mean, that shirt, cost around 50,000 yen!"

"Hmmm…" Shuhei replayed last night, thinking that he never really got the guys name. Or anything. The only evidence remaining were the bite marks, and long deep scratches down his back, ass and sides. "Naw. Didn't get a number."

Nanaos purple eyes widened in stress. "Oh my god Hisagi san, we have to return it to the creator!! We had it on lease! Ohh my god, I knew that listening to Kyoraku san wasn't a good idea!!!"

Nanao looked ready to pull out her hair. No doubt being the wardrobe managers assistant had its downfalls.

Like unconcerned stars.

Except, right now, Shuuhei was beginning to feel bad.

"Look… you can take the damage out of my paycheck, since it's my fault."

Nanao's bulging eyes looked at him desperately, "What are we going to do about the music video!! We were going to use that shirt!"

"We can use the shirt I'm wearing.. it's similar.. right?" Shuuhei looked at the black shirt, how it seemed to hang and hug his ass.

Nanao groaned, "I don't know, maybe, but using some lame unknown designer shirt will go against the image we're trying to create for you…"

"Eh… I'm sure it's designer…" Lifting the shirt up a little, Shuuhei inspected the tag on the seam, and inspected the logo, "See? It's made by AmeraWeiss."

Nanao sighed, "Whoever they are, they haven't made the top one hundred list. My god, couldn't you have traded for a Vivienne Westwood at least?"

"Aaaah~~ Whats happening?" a voice drifted over them, and Nanao, if possible, tensed even more. "Is super cute Nanaochan upset?"

A neat elbow to the face stopped the imminent groping session.

"Kyoraku san, Hisagi san has lost his shirt, and exchanged it for this one. The music video we're filming today, we were planning to use the other shirt."

"Ah that's ok! That shirt looks fine too! Fits your look!" Kyoraku replied merrily. "If that's all that is keeping Hisagi san, then we should push him over to Orihime chan to do his make up!"

And with out further ado, the man in the floral kimono, pushed past his business attired colleague, and basically shoved Shuuhei towards a grinning red haired girl.

Shuuhei hated being a star. He had only got into the entire thing because of his fucking cousin.

His eyes fell to the girls overly large chest. However, he was disappointed to find it did not hold it's usual charm, as she fussed over his eyes, his hair, and then saying what a pity it was that he covered his face.

Instead, his mind wandered to last night. The look of pure passion on Akachans face- as he had taken to calling his one night stand. It was a pity he hadn't got the guys name… he wouldn't mind hooking up with him again.

He wouldn't mind looking at those amazing tattoos again either. Nor would he mind having another go at that tight asshole. The idea of pumping into him-

"Hisagi san?"

His eyes snapped up to her concerned face. "What is it Orihime chan?"

"It's time to put on your mask."

"Oh right… arigato."

He took the leather half mask from her, before focusing, and putting it on. Due to him have such distinctive tattoos on his face, the logical idea for him was to cover it up. Yeah, fame was all nice and good, but sometimes, when wanting to blend in, having a 69 tattooed on your face, might give people the tipoff that 'you're that star with the 69 on your face, can I have your autograph please?'

So, Shuuhei had got a mask made. It was a strange mask, that covered his cheeks, went across his nose, but it was more of a horseshoe shape on the face – it covered the pertinent areas, cheek, nose, but it was cut with a gentle curve so that the rest of his face, eyes, forehead mouth, what have you, was open and visible.

Which was all good. Since he was the lead singer. Having a covered mouth would fail, being the lead singer.

His fingers touched one of the silver studs embedded into the black leather mask, six studs, three on each side, where the cheek ran down, were put into the mask, to give it character.

Shuuhei quite liked the look, and as he stood up, he admired the transformation.

It was cut short however, by a shriek from Nanao.

"Hisagi san! What are those shoes you are wearing!!!!" she was looking at his feet with absolute horror.

"Eh?" Shuuhei glanced down at his boots, that came up to midcalf. They were black leather, and were not that remarkable, except for the large tongue that curled out onto the toe of the boot in a graceful curve hugging the shoe in a protective embrace. "My Bellybutton boots?"

Nanao's eyes bulged, "Hisagi san! Those boots have been three years out of fashion at least!"

"But they're my favorite." Shuuhei replied. "Anyways it works."

Nanao sputtered as he walked past her, to join the other band mates for filming the music video.

Entering the green room, Shuuhei took in his other bandmates.

Grimmjow was leaning against the wall looking pissed off as usual, his blue hair stylized. His open shirt revealed a welltoned chest.

His eyes slid over to Ulquiorra, dressed in ripped up blue jeans, and a black mesh shirt.

He pushed away some of his black hair, as he nodded towards Shuuhei.

"Shuchan!" a voice from right beside him called out enthusiastically.

"Muguchan." Shuuhei replied, as he looked over to his cousin, and band mate, Kensei Mugurama.

The white haired man pouted, "Don't call me that, it's not manly at all!"

Smirking, Shuuhei shrugged, "Can't get rid of old habits!"

Scowling, Kensei adjusted his black leather studded overalls.

He wore no shirt showing off his biceps, and he had black chained arm accessories to go with the chains and metal on his black overalls.

Clicking sounds were heard, and Shuuhei looked back over to Ulquiorra as he attached his black muzzle. Ulquiorra didn't need to worry about his voice carrying, because he did the drums.

"Shitty things," Grimmjow grumbled, as he adjusted his crossed belts, and then looked up. "Hope this fucking video doesn't take too long."

"You can't run away too soon Grimm," Kensei replied, "We have that promo concert right after."

"Aaah shit, I'm so fucking tired," came the grumble.

"That's what you get for staying up so late for no reason," Ulquiorra replied.

"Oh? You two get it on?" Kensei asked teasingly.

"Oh please, Grimmjow has the grace of a drunk elephant. I know this because he kept texting me useless garbage while I was sleeping. This morning my phone had over twenty messages of him complaining about how bored he is." Came the response.

"Alright everyone!! It's time to do the music video!" Ukitake's voice entered the room.

Small talk died, and Shuuhei let out a breath as he focused on the work ahead.

Ukitake was a genius. Despite him being sickly, and rather pathetic looking, when it came to him directing he was dubbed Mugabe of Music Videos.

Watching him drink tea, or comfort a sobbing little girl, you would never think of the tortures he put his stars through, including work outs, regimens that once had them all eating only grapefruit for three days straight, or the 72 hour taping drives with few breaks in between.

Due to Hanataro Yamada being the super awesome manager that he was, he had slyly scheduled an outside concert for the band, at the end of the day, in a way of enforcing Ukitake to 'call it quits' for the day, and let the band members have a little bit of respite.

But it sort of backfired.

Ukitake on a time limit was a worse sort of evil.

He drove them hard, until the band members were about ready to collapse.

But the video got done – amazingly.

By the end of the shoot, all of Illicit Actions were about ready to drop.

"Ano~ I'm sorry everyone that my scheduling is so bad!" Hanataro apologized to them in the make up room as they were getting refreshed for the concert. "But it was the only thing I could think of that would hurry up Ukitake sensei."

"Aaah fuck it Hana chan," Grimmjow growled, "Can't we just skip the fucking thing? I need sleep. So fucking tired."
Kensei nodded in agreement, "About ready to passout."

Ulquiorra also gave a little sigh. It was about as much of a complaint he allowed himself.

Hanataros eyes dodged over to Shuhei who was slumped against the counter, his shirt slightly riding up.

Now, Hanataro Yamada, although a small man, and usually very nice, also happened to be a bad bad daddy. Erm, well, that was what he liked his partner to call him during sexplay, but he liked to apply the term to himself in daily life – especially when larger douchebags liked to shove him aside, or steal the last melon bread by pushing his slighter form to the side.

And having a discontent band wanting to ditch their first freebie concert was not about to happen.

"Now you listen to me. You only have to play five songs, say hello to Rukia chans friends, and you're off. Two hours max, before you can pass out. I have made you all coffee, and you're going to drink it." Came the firm reply, causing the band members to have a chorus of moaning.

Hanataro left the room a moment, before coming back with the coffee. "I made sure it's how you take it. Now drink it. You're going to be famous, that's what you wanted when you signed on, and you're going to suck it up."

"Fucking slave driver," Kensei grumbled as he took his coffee.

Hanataro glared. "Being an idol is not easy work. You should have researched better into it. If you wanted a job where you can sleep you should have volunteered to be a patient in a sleep clinic."

Ulquiorra took his coffee, giving a nod in thanks.

Setting the tray down, Hanataro watched with a beady eye as his charges downed the drug, watching it work its way through their system.

"Wait…" Shuuhei managed to ask, "What do you mean about meeting Rukia chans friends?"

"Oh right, she texted me. She wants you to meet her friends. It's a great honor to meet Kuchikisans friends, so you ought to be on your best behaviour. It's just a nice meet and greet, probably no more than ten minutes." Hanataro replied with confidence.

"Oh.. great.. fuck. Hope they're hot." Grimmjow grumbled.

"I'm sure they're all cute and sexy," Hanataro replied. "Now, get your costumes refitted, and get your butts out onto the stage. The concert is about to start in a half hour."

Following the man out into the costume area, Shuuhei muttered, "No fucking way I'm sticking around for that bitches friends."

Kensei smirked, "Good luck on escaping her."

"You'll cover for me yeah?" Shuuhei asked.

Kensei sighed, "Yeah maybe. If you'll stop calling me fucking Muguchan."

Shuuhei grinned, "Yeah, I'll think on it."

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Part Three: Renji

"Holy fuckaroni, there's tons of girls." Renji gasped.

Rukia elbowed his side, "Stop oggling. I'm your fiancée, don't forget that."

Renji groaned, "I didn't mean it like that… I just.. I'm not used to being in a mass of excited girls…"

"Aaaah~ Its wonderful isn't it?" Ichigo chimed in.

"I guess." Renji grumbled. He was still sore all over and a day of pleasing customers, some of whom were foreign and knew fuck all about Japanese did not help make him feel better.

And the elbow on the side from Rukia had rubbed against a rather nasty scratch from the night before, leaving a rather distracting after throb that had nothing at all to do with Rukia's violence.

"When are they getting on stage?" Renji grumbled.

"Soon." Rukia replied. "You're very grumpy today Renji."

"Aaah it's cuz I have a hang over. And the pain killers are absolutely failing. I drank too much last night."

Rukia smirked, "I told you that you should have come with us."

"Yes Rukia, you are always right. I should have come with you, and then I wouldn't be in this situation." Renji replied a little grumpily.

The girls began to scream suddenly, and their attention was focused on stage.

The band was walking on, in some of the most ridiculous outfits Renji had ever seen.

Was that kid actually wearing a muzzle?

Was that white haired guy some sort of bad copy of Hard Gay?

And that blue haired guys tacky open shirt and crossed belts across his chest was the most retarded thing he had seen in a while.

And that main singer, with that stupid mask thing, who was currently positioning himself in the middle of the stage was..

"That's my fucking shirt!" Renji found himself saying aloud.

"Whaat?" Rukia shouted. "What did you say?"

Renji looked down at her, "Nothing!"

Kira, who of course, was squished up dutifully beside Rukia, no doubt protecting her from… Well, doing his best to protect her from a mad hoard of girls that she had willingly thrust herself into, shot Renji a suspicious look.

"Yeaaah!" Ichigo was excitedly shouting.

Following Ichigo's gaze, Renji watched as the blue haired man began on the lead guitar, and supposed that was… Grimmbop or whatever his name was supposed to be.

Except…

A low sensual voice washed out over the crowd, and Renji felt himself immediately begin to harden, and his ass begin to throb in earnest.

His eyes were drawn back to the main singer. Tacky mask or not, and eerily similar shirt or not, Renji felt that he had heard that voice before.

Rather intimately before.

But the chances that this was his one night stand, and Rukia's brothers big new band were about zero to none.

Life couldn't be that ironically cruel to him right?

But that voice…

Renji felt himself forget everything, as he began to sway to the music, being transported into a seriously sensual place, where he would let this man do all of the dirty things he was promising in the lyrics.

The intense grey eyes swept over in his direction, the messy spikey black hair adding to the 'just fucked, will fuck again' look that was seriously working for the guy… and the mask… well… the mask actually made him even more sexy. Gave him a sense of mystery.

And with how the girls were screaming, and singing along, Renji decided to let himself go.

All too soon the set ended, and the band left the stage.

The crowd, dispersed rather fast, and with Rukia grabbing his hand, Renji was allowed to be in a daze a little longer, letting her worry about where they were meeting.

She led them into the building, into the back parts where the band was no doubt getting ready to go.

"Rukia, is it really ok?" Ichigo was asking.

"Yup! They should be ready to meet us.." she opened a door, her eyes falling onto.. three out of four band members. "Eeeh!! Where's Shuuhei?"

Kensei cast a guilty look over to the petite woman, "He uhm… I don't know…"

Rukia frowned. "Couldn't he have stayed for five seconds?"

Renji felt extremely awkward, as apparently, Rukia knew these men very well.

He eyed the shorter black haired man, who was calmly taking off his muzzle.

He was a seriously good drummer. You wouldn't think that he was by just looking at him…

"Are you going to introduce us Rukia?" the green eyed man interrupted.

Rukia frowned. "Yes. This is my fiancé Renji Abarai, and this is his friend Ichigo Kurosaki. That blue haired man is Grimmjow Jaggerjacks, the one who spoke is Ulquiorra Schiffer, and the white haired idiot here is Kensei Mugurama."

"Nice to meet you." The preliminaries were over, but Rukia was still not happy that the lead singer had ditched out.

Noticing the frown, Kensei managed to offer, "Maybe he's in the change room?"

Rukia lit up, "Maybe! Renji! Come with me!"

Renji frowned, "Me?"

"Yes you… You guys take care of Ichichan ok? I need to grab the lead singer, and I need Renji to back me up."

Grabbing Renji's hand yet again, Rukia waved, before dragging Renji towards the change room.

"Rukia, you're being really rude." Renji protested, as he followed her forceful lead.

"I wanted you to meet Shuuhei, he's the weirdest lead singer I have ever laid eyes on..." she replied.

She stopped in front of a door, with Shuuhei's name on it.

Knocking once, she swung open the door without waiting for a reply, much to Renji's horror.

"Shuuhei? Are you in here? Why are you ditching meeting my friends?!" Rukia called out, as the door opened.

Renji's eyes widened.

He could make out a man pulling a black shirt up…

A man, whose entire torso was littered with markings… who had long deep scratch marks running down his back in obvious lines of passion.

Automatically, his hand clapped over Rukia's eyes, as he managed to wheeze out. "Rukia! I think we should let him get dressed!"

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AN: Hope you don't mind me being mildly acerbic while writing. :] The joy of AU is that you can place characters in really random settings and then let the ball roll. :3

Thanks for all the reviews! With out them I wouldn't have bothered writing this chapter! At the end I just sort of had a spurt, hope it doesn't seem too rushed.

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