Here ya go – another chapter and sorry if this one is not so good but next time we should be getting to the really good stuff (I hope) Review! :D

Ichigo looked down at his texts for the umpteenth time and sighed loudly causing the blunette next to him to turn and growl. "Shut up!"

"I only sighed," he mumbled, tucking the phone in his pockets, not bothering to read the texts.

At the minute they were both backstage, the make-up department sorting their faces before walking out on stage. The auditions had long finished but the mentors had argued that they wanted a week to get to know their 'students' before going into round 2. For the others, it was pure bliss, trying to get tips or for most of the girls flirting but for Ichigo it was living Hell. Not only was he with a guy he was forced to choose, that guy turned out to be a humongous pain in the ass. It was funny at times because the blunette was so easy to piss off but at the moment he was just a jerk who was acting like a girl on her period. Ichigo sighed again and gave Grimmjow a withering look as he glared before leaning against the wall; the make-up department now off to work on the others leaving the two alone. Great – fucking fantastic, he thought as he watched the blunette cross his arms in frustration. "Are you always this moody?" the berry grumbled, fiddling with the guitar strap in his hands.

"No – I'm normally a charm to be around,"

Ichigo snorted – Of course. "Why the fuck you like this with me then?" he asked, annoyed that he was the only one on the receiving end of his huge ego.

"Because you annoy the crap outta me!"

"What the hell have I done!"

"You're too fucking stubborn – and I'm normally the one to like the feisty!"

Ichigo chuckled and crossed his arms. Yeah – had he mentioned that the blue –haired jerk had tried to make a pass on him and several times at that? His flirting was way too obvious for Ichigo's liking – the other clearly thinking too much of himself. Sure he had a body like a God but his attitude stunk. Eventually, he had gotten tired of 'subtle' hints and had groped his ass whilst in the middle of rehearsals thinking he wouldn't get shit back because they were in a room full of other people. His black eye minutes later however said otherwise. "Is that seriously why? So what, I'm sure you've got lots of other people to go fuck,"

"That's another thing – ya too mouthy. What happened to the shy kid I saw at the auditions," he almost whimpered.

"That 'shy kid' had first audition nerves so back the hell off!"

"Ya mean ya were shy because it was the first time seeing Shirosaki in person?" he asked, his usual smirk now appearing.

Ichigo blushed slightly, hiding the smile he was now wearing when the albino popped to mind. All week, all Ichigo could remember was that breath-taking but unfortunately quick kiss. It was also just his luck that all of that following week the pair had not seen each-other once; not even in the lobby room where everybody hung out. To say he was disappointed was a big understatement especially since the promise he had made again. "What are you suggesting? That I have a crush on Shiro?"

Grimmjow threw his head back and barked, clearly amused at something the berry had said. "Oh it's more than a crush!"

"And how do you know that?"

"Oh a couple of things give it away – one for example is how you just called him Shiro," he grinned, plunging his hands into his pockets.

Ichigo averted his gaze, cursing his face that felt warm and was no doubt a bright red – if the bastard asked he would just blame it on the blusher. Luckily the blunette didn't even have a chance to snigger at the blush that was steadily getting brighter as a guy in black motioned for Grimmjow to help with something. Ichigo drew out a steady and calming breath once he heard the door click close and closed his eyes. "God, I hate him so much," he whined, running a hand through his vibrant locks.

"Don't we all,"

A smile slowly spread on Ichigo's face at the sound of the familiar voice and didn't even bother opening his eyes until hands rested on his hips, drawing small circles with the pad of their thumb. "Missed me?" he smirked, his face inching closer by the second.

"Maybe," he mused, winding his arms around the albino's neck. "Where were you?"

"Grimmjow, that mother fucker, changed ma timetables – I swear he's only doin' it ta get a shot at ya,"

"He already has – several times. Let's just say it didn't end well," he grinned.

"Ah," he laughed, dropping his head down to rest in the crook of the berry's neck. "So ya were the one ta give 'im a black eye?"

"You honestly thought he would get away with nothing?" he replied, idly playing with the white strands that ran over his fingers.

"Nah," he answered, pulling back up to look him in the eyes. "That's ma Ichi,"

Ichigo flushed slightly and pulled him closer, the close proximity killing him as the seconds went by. Sure he had him when they were alone but that was the only commitment he had shown so far - what if he was just using him for his talent. Oh stop thinking negative Ichigo just enjoy it will it lasts. "I'm not yours yet remember?"

"Ya will be soon," he grinned mischievously making Ichigo cock his head to the side in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"I just got the rules fer the second round in the arena – after ya sing ya get the chance to choose judges again,"

For a second, his heart stopped at those words. I'll actually be able to be with Shiro? He thought ignoring the other part of his brain that was reminding him of the consequences. He opened his mouth meaning to say something but closed it quickly when he realised that in fact he didn't know what to say making Shiro laugh. "Cat got ya tongue?"

Ichigo gave a small growl before crashing into him, his body fitting into his perfectly. The albino grinned happily against his mouth and leaned against him, pushing the berry further into the wall as his tongue dominated his mouth. Ichigo moaned in bliss, tugging gently on snowy tresses as his porcelain white fingers slipped beneath his waistband. They both pulled away when the need for oxygen was presented, both panting slightly as lust fogged over their eyes. "Just try ta win," he pleaded.

Ichigo stared into his golden pits and felt his heart clench at the raw passion in his eyes – it was now his mission to win this thing. He leaned forward capturing his lips again for a sweet moment before pulling away and resting his forehead against his. "I think that explains my answer," he whispered huskily.

Shiro grinned at the berry and gave a quick nip to his neck. "Definitely mine,"

"Or mine. . . ,"

Ichigo's eyes widened as a mass of blue entered the room, a psychotic smirk plastering his face. "Hello again . . . Ichi!"

Oh shit. . . .