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Talking: "..."

Thinking: '...'

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DISCLAIMER: Bleach characters the songs aren't mine!

Chapter 10: Chasing Our Tails

Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry. You don't know how lovely you are.

I had to find you. Tell you I need you. Tell you I

"Hmm..." A pencil was slightly shoved on the corner of a certain singer's mouth. His bright hair shook when he ruffled it, drops of water exploding out. Clicking his tongue when some the droplets of liquids fell on the notebook. There was knock on the door before it opened as Ichigo wrote: love you from the start...? He quickly erased the phrase and the intruder's bright blue hair blocked his vision.

"It's good, when you'd come up with this?" Grimmjow pulled back before Ichigo could push him aside.

"When I was taking a shower," He answered and glanced at the bright blue haired's sneer, furrowing his brows.

"Bet you were thinking of Kuchiki too— sonuvabitch!" Grimmjow tackled Ichigo to the ground after the leader of their band struck his face with the notebook and they rolled around, exchanging punches.

Hitsugaya entered the room with a hand covering his eyes. "Please tell me you guys aren't having sex."

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!"

"SONUVABITCH!"

Grimmjow threw a flip flop at the white haired guy, who apologized for yelling. Pinching the bridge of his nose to calm himself down, he closed his eyes. Ichigo exchanged a look with Grimmjow. "Did he just...?" The bright orange haired whispered.

The bright blue haired nodded slowly. "Oh, yeah.."

It may not look like it but Hitsugaya is the oldest among their band since he was born on December the year before them. "Let's forget about this unless you two want to feel my wrath. Anyway, dinner is ready." Hitsugaya whisked away before they could open their mouths.

"Why did you have to throw the flip flop?" Ichigo snarled and stood up, kicking Grimmjow's leg.

He kicked him back. "It was the spur of the moment."

"Spur of the moment your ass!"

"Ichigo, Grimmjow. Toushirou said he'll drag both of you to the dining room or have your father will do it."

Ichigo sighed. "Thanks, Chad. We're coming." And picked up the notebook.

The giant at the door saw this. "A new song?"

"Huh? Um, yeah." Ichigo scratched the back of his head, glancing at his notebook and then to Chad. Who was smiling. "What?"

"Nothing." He said and disappeared to the kitchen, pursued by Grimmjow then Ichigo. Who left the notebook on his bed, rubbing the lump on his head that was made by the purple haired manager earlier.

"So, how's your window?"

"What an awfully nice question, Momo! It's doing fabulous with its new look."

Renji and Shuuhei chortled, the former banging the table with his hand and got attacked by the back of a frying pan. Renji yelped and stood up, jumping to the sink to pour faucet water on his injured hand. "Don't mess up the table, you pineapple!" Yoruichi yelled and finished cooking up the last drumstick, which she placed on a plate with the rest of its hot pals. "Let's eat!"

"Itadakimasu!"

Rukia spaced out to recall the lines that she already memorized from the script while eating. The first scenes of the movie were scheduled to be shot tomorrow and she would be lying if she wasn't half nervous. Half nervous since she's been acting from when she can remember. The others at the table saw this and decided to let her be, exchanging proud smiles. Which Rukia saw. "What are you guys smiling about?" She inquired.

They chorused. "Nothing."

The short black haired actress narrowed her eyes at them when they exchanged grins, the landline phone rang. Renji was the first to stand and informed them that he'll answer it. The phone was just outside the kitchen doorway, they heard Renji exclaimed the name of the caller. "Rukia! Ulquiorra's looking for you." Renji shouted mildly.

She furrowed her brows slightly and rose, making her way to Renji. Who handed her the phone and went back to the dining table. "Hey, Schiffer, what's kicking?" Rukia tried not to laugh when she heard silence.

"Nothing, really."

"Deadpan much? Anyway, why'd you called?"

"If you don't mind, do you want to prepare for the shooting tomorrow?"

She was briefly taken aback. "Like do a few scenes?"

"Yes."

"But doesn't your role go out around part 5?"

"Yes. Are you indirectly rejecting my offer?"

"No! Sorry, I mean, I'm not rejecting your offer."

He chuckled. "Made you nervous didn't I, Kuchiki?"

"You wish, Schiffer." She stuck out her tongue as if he could see it. "Did you invite—?"

"Kano? Yes. And also, Inoue."

"Seriously, stop calling us by our surnames."

"You know you like it."

The smell of curry can be whiffed once you've entered the kitchen. Yuzu placed the pot on the coaster on the table as Karin arrived, briefly intoxicated by the delicious aroma of their dinner. "Where's otou-san?" Yuzu asked Karin, who was already seated.

"Probably rotting in a hole somewhere." She deadpanned and her sister exclaimed her name.

"I can smell Yuzu's signature curry from afar!" Isshin said in a sing song voice, skipping in the kitchen.

Karin groaned. "Our old man is gay."

"Madly gay for your mother." He winked and dodged the spoon that his black haired daughter threw.

"If you want to throw things at dad, please let it not be the utensils." Yuzu sighed, handing Karin a spoon for her soup. Karin apologized and they chorused an 'itadakimasu' before eating.

"So, we're going to Rukia-nee's house tomorrow?" The youngest asked, hopeful.

"Yeah, since we'll be helping this dumb oaf to fix her window."

"How can you call your father a dumb oaf?!" Isshin jaw dropped, teary eyed.

"Simple, I let the words roll out of my mouth. But anyways, she's probably busy tomorrow since they'll start shooting the movie." Karin said.

Isshin abruptly rose. "Then let's work on the window tonight!"

Karin head slapped him. "Baka, we'll wake them up. Do you want another from Yoruichi-san?"

Isshin sat back down, whimpering like a dog that wasn't fed. They were talking about the movie and halfway down with dinner when the doorbell beeped around the house. Karin reluctantly went, followed by Yuzu and Isshin. "If you were going to see who it is, you shouldn't have asked me to open the door." She growled at them and sighed, opening the door. "Konbanw-"

"Konbanwa, Karin-chan! Did you have dinner yet?" They blinked at the dark orange haired woman.

"Errr... Inoue Orihime-chan?" Yuzu asked, she nodded vigorously and clapped her hands.

"That's me! Have you guys eaten yet?" She beamed.

"We're just finishing dinner, why?" It was Karin.

"What's an actress like you treking in the night?" Isshin glanced around out the door.

Inoue giggled. "Don't worry, Kurosaki-san, I'm with my manager and guards."

They exchanged glances and looked at the bubbly woman. Knowing her reputation for being shipped to Ichigo but was rejected. "So, um, what brings you to our temporary residence?" Yuzu smiled, anticipating. It's not that they hate the woman, it's just that she was too crazy for their brother that makes them wry for some reason. Bottom line is, she doesn't make him happy. Not like a certain violet eyed actress.

"Awww~ where ya going, orangutan? Can't stop your face from glowing red at the mention of Kuchiki?"

Ichigo glared. "Shut. Up."

Grimmjow barked out a laugh, hands on the couch and feet on the coffee table. Fighting Hitsugaya about his feet on the table, Chad tried to back up the white haired pianist. Ichigo shook his head and just left without another word. Ramming the duplicate keys of the house and his room in the pocket of his jeans as he adjusted his guitar strap that held his instrument behind him. Clutching a notebook and a pen in one hand as he eyed his surroundings, treading to the nearby park. Replacing stubborn thoughts about a certain actress with the song he was writing, Ichigo mentally punched himself.

He still hasn't thought of the next lines and was frustrated because the words he thought for the lines weren't great enough. A long sigh flew out of his mouth and he stared at the star filled yet moonless night sky. The stars were set apart from each other and far away from them, still they brightly shone in the night sky. But with hidden secrets, making anyone question what they were after they told theirs to them. Wanting, wishing, just to get back to before. He wondered about the dreams he had and the same that Rukia had. Ichigo stopped and looked at his notebooks, quickly adding the next words.

Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry. You don't how lovely you are.

I had to find you. Tell you I need you. Tell you I set you apart.

Tell me your secrets. And ask me your questions. Oh, let's go back to the start.

"Nice," He nodded to himself.

"Just get away from me!"

A shout froze him in place, recognizing the voice. Which was coming from the park."Rukia!" Ichigo hollered and ran, anxiety rushing through his veins. Various of scenarios played in his mind and they were far from good. He jumped over a rail and landed onto the grass, he froze when he saw the black haired actress. Even with the dim light in the park, he knows her figure. She was pressed against the monkey bars with a guy holding her wrists above her.

Ichigo didn't have time to see the two other figures on the slide when everything he saw turned red. Rukia was about to kick the guy's shin, remembering the script, when she caught sight of a figure zooming to them. She recognized the bright orange hair when the streetlight shone on it and realized why. "No, Ichigo! This is not wha— Ashido, look out! " She screamed but it fell deaf on the band leader's ears as he swung his guitar. The guy holding her turned, blocking his face with his arms just in time.

Ouch~ that's gotta hurt. So sorry for not updating! I'll finish Speak Now and Love-A-Like first before this and THG (The Hollow Games). Thank you for all your reviews~ and for supporting my fics! Love ya~

I'm sure ya'll have read the last chap of Bleach, right? So~ yeah, it's a real bummer and I'm trying to move on from that chapter but I'm proud of IchiRuki, not the maker. I'm a bit disappointed at Kubo but who could blame him after what SJ pushed him off his edge? Right now, my anger is directed at SJ. Anyways, if you want me to continue typing these IR fanfics, I'll gladly do. I'm staying loyal to IchiRuki because we have much more than other shipps have, will you too? If you don't want to then okay, I'm lacking motivation and inspiration.. that's why I need to hear from ya'll.