Disclaimer: I do not own BLEACH but like many fans am highly looking forward to the blood arc being animated especially the re appearance of Grimmjow but still once again I do not own BLEACH! Everything is Kubo-sensei's.
A/N For once I don't think I have any author notes. Wait I do have one, The eventual end game when it's all said and done will be GrimmjowxIchigo...but the panther king is in the US right now so the berry boy is going to connect with others for a while...starting with Ishida. This story/series is nowhere near the end. The pace will pick up when the time skip happens but it's still not gonna be overnight.
Warnings: AU, uber OOC-ness, berry chasers/admirers, side pairings, side plots, etc etc...
On wards...
Skirting Through Life
009 Open Mic Night and All That's Before After and In Between Part 3
Friends? What the hell was Inoue talking about he and Ishida weren't friends. And they certainly weren't boyfriends either. They were...well there wasn't really an exact definition for his connection with the dark-haired teen just yet since they hadn't known each other all that long.
Not that Ichigo wouldn't like to get to know Ishida a little more because he would. He was curious, he wanted to know why even though it was embarrassing to have his ass fondled he also kind of enjoyed it a little bit. Or was starting to enjoy it. The berry teen frowned not quite sure what to make of his thoughts. They were a jumbled mess really.
Ichigo should punch Ishida. Or at the very least slap the other boy. Patting his behind a little bit-fondling him in public was one thing but referring to himself as his boyfriend was just well it was going too far. Where on earth had the bespectacled teen got such an idea anyway. Sure, they had a moment or a little bit more than a moment up in his bedroom but-
The berry teen wasn't ready to date. Had no desire to date. While it was true that he had enjoyed the not-so-casual conversations and all of the unplanned but not entirely unpleasant random encounters with different guys (if only in the privacy of his own thoughts) lately dating was a road he wasn't quite ready to go down just yet.
Because being someone's lover or boyfriend or whatever would mean certain things would be expected of him. Things he couldn't even bring himself to think about without turning 50 shades of crimson let alone speak of it out loud. Little fantasies in his head was one thing real life was something else entirely.
What exactly did Ishida expect of him?
The other boy wasn't exactly an open book. Something lurked behind his designer spectacles, something playful and also something Ichigo could not define at the moment. He took a few minutes to study Ishida.
He reached a quick decision. White was a good color for the other boy. Sure, Ishida usually dressed in white but it was always stuffy dress shirts or light and airy tunics, in other words clothes that made the dark-haired teen look stiff, uptight and prudish. The creamy white V neck sweater and dark grey slacks he selected tonight was much more appealing.
"Excuse us for a minute Inoue."
Mind made up, at least partially, Ichigo grabbed Ishida by his arm none too gently and dragged the other boy over to the corner (because he really didn't want to watch as Inoue's mouth dropped open like a cod fish and tears sprung to her sparkling starlit eyes) as he smashed his mouth against dark haired teen clumsily. Not caring in the least that he had no real skill finesse or experience because while he wasn't ready to be the perverted fashionista's boyfriend, he wasn't entirely opposed to kissing him a little.
Maybe he was a bit of an asshole after all. Oh well. Maybe he could make it up to the cheerleading princess by offering to take her home later that night or something.
Deciding it was too much of headache to worry about at the moment Ichigo doubled his efforts and made a slight squeaking sort of noise (which he would totally deny later) as Ishida patted his butt once more and slipped his tongue past partially open lips.
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Uryu didn't know what had suddenly come over Kurosaki but he sure as heck was not going to complain or question it. Rather he just decided to enjoy himself and pulled the berry teen in even closer. Kurosaki might not want to be his boyfriend just yet (he was most likely sorting out his feelings or trying to come to terms with something or many things) but he seemed to be on board with kissing and even though he grumbled, hissed and snarled about it he didn't push Uryu's hands away from his skirt clad behind.
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Orihime had had about all she could take of being brushed off by HER strawberry boy. Not that it was Kurosaki-kun's fault of course not he didn't know any better. He'd been drugged. Yes, clearly someone was leaking some sort of drug through the vents inside of the Smoked Boar and the only reason no one else had been affected by it was because they were un pure. All but the strawberry boy himself everyone else was tainted. Tainted and perverted in every way possible. Utterly corrupt.
Yes, and it was her duty to save Kurosaki-kun! And save him she would.
Gun-metal grays burned with conviction.
"Oi Orihime!"
"Hime-chaaaaaan!"
The princess blinked and a minute later found herself being smothered in a tight embrace. "Chi-Chiruzu-chan, Tatsuki-chan?"
After a moment the duo released their hold on her, well actually if the redhead had it her way the "embrace" would have stretched out for a longer time but the tomboy wasn't going to let that happen.
Thoughts of rescuing Kurosaki-kun tossed to the side for the moment Orihime smiled at Chizuru and Tatsuki.
She didn't spend nearly as much time with the other two girls as she used to but she still considered them special.
Even missed them sometimes. Especially Tatsuki-chan. Because she knew that even if Tatsuki-chan ever caught wind of her appetite the tomboy would never hold it against her. Knew that even if Tatsuki-chan didn't approve of her methods in eventually getting Kurosaki-kun to purify her the other girl wouldn't hold that against her either.
Tatsuki-chan was a good person. A good friend. And she fully supported/encouraged Orihime to go after what she wanted.
As a new idea sprung to mind, the princess smiled even brighter, "Now that you're here would you be up for singing a song with me on stage?"
Hearts dancing in her eyes, "Say no more Hime-chan I'd love to sing with you!" Chizuru responded enthusiastically and made a move to smother the princess once more but Tatsuki's fist effectively landed on top of redheads' head.
"Can't you go one damn minute without trying to molest her!"
Chizuru rubbed her sore noggin and scowled. "I wasn't doing anything more than express-
Tatsuki cut Chizuru off, "We'll both sing with you Orihime, or rather I'll rap and Chizuru and you can sing."
"Rap? You know how to rap Tatsuki-chan?"
"I'm decent enough."
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Ulquiorra didn't appreciate being blown off by not just one but both of his new friends. Neither Asano nor Kurosaki had bothered to return and even though it shouldn't have mattered it did. The green-eyed youth rubbed his chest and frowned. 'What is happening to me?'
He couldn't understand it. He'd never been without emotion per se but-
"Hi ya, this seat taken?"
Ulquiorra looked up and blinked. It was the albino from earlier standing before him looking too damn pretty in his platinum ensemble, long hair free from its pony tail and now flowing loosely down his back and shoulders.
It wasn't often that other people willingly approached him. His downturned mouth and heavily decorated face tended to unsettle many.
Not that Ulquiorra cared as he preferred his own company.
"You may sit if you wish."
"That's just what I was hoping ya'd say!" And without further warning and to Ulquiorra's greater surprise the golden-eyed albino didn't just sit down in a chair he settled himself right on top of the younger teens lap. "Some call me Shiro, others call me Shi but you can call me whatever you want."
Ulquiorra didn't have time to react or protest as Shiro grabbed a fistful of his dark locks and kissed him.
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Lilinette Gingerback was a bit curious about the highly energetic boy who had been blathering her ear off at a mile a minute for the past hour or so. Or had it been closer to two hours. Whatever.
Her latest fan was the kind of person who spoke with their hands, the kind of person who would fill a silent room (not that the lounge was quiet at the moment) with a lot of unnecessary noise. This "Keigo" guy was thirsty for attention.
Normally these types exhausted her but for reasons she couldn't understand, Lilinette had no desire to tell him to leave.
"I always wanted to learn how to play the guitar but my sis would often tell me that I lacked the patience and discipline required to do so. I guess she's partially right 'cuz I do tend to get easily distracted by a lot of things but if I had you for a teacher my focus would never waver."
Lilinette wasn't sure how to respond. "Uh well-
Teacher? Her? Ha! Never! The idea was just laughable. The 16-year-old guitarist had no interest in being an instructor of any kind. Lilinette played guitar because it soothed her soul in a way that dancing and playing tennis never could even though she enjoyed those activities as well.
"I'd be the best student you ever had and each day after spending an hour or two practicing inside of a stuffy and musty music room we could take a break and go down to the park with the fountain and I'll serenade you underneath the cherry blossom tree while you work your magic with your guitar and-
A pencil thin brow twitched, "You say that and yet you keep trying to look down my dress."
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While Keigo did his best to not be a total horn ball he was a teenage boy so it was only natural that he'd try to peek a little. "Well, your body is pretty hot but it was actually your face that drew me in."
"Oh? That so? Then what color are my eyes?"
The brunet frowned wondering if it was a trick question since only one eye was visible while the other was shielded. Was his dream girl teasing him? If so then he was even more excited. In a rather bold move, he closed the space between himself and Lilinette at last and carefully swept the chunky moss green colored bang to the side and stared into her eyes before declaring, "Your eyes are like the color of pink champagne, if I was legal, I'd surely get drunk from one sip."
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WTF? Was that poetry. Lilinette almost snorted. But refrained. Pink champagne huh? Well, it was certainly a lot better sounding color then what other guys had compared her eyes to. Favorites being "Tongue" or "Cooch."
"I'm about to head out for the night but you if you'd like to give me a hand with carrying my guitar, I'm parked out back."
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Keigo didn't even have to think about it. As far as he was concerned a simple "assist" equaled a potential first date. Straining just the slightest as he lifted the guitar case and strapped it over his shoulder, the brunet grinned at Lilinette. "Lead the way, my lady."
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If anyone told Rukia that her favorite berry friend would willingly be letting another boy suck all the air out of his lungs and playing the bongos on his ass the ravenette would have snorted with amusement at the very notion. She didn't know what had suddenly come over Ichigo but it was clear that putting on a skirt had brought about a change in him. Not that this was necessarily a bad thing because it wasn't but it was just a bit surprising is all.
Rukia had always teased the orange head for being different but she never could have quite imagined this.
She almost felt guilty for interrupting-almost.
"Ichigo!"
The berry teen jumped as if burned and then sprung apart from the dark- haired teen, face a brilliant red color, "R-Rukia!"
If it had been a normal night Rukia might have made some sort of comment about what her not so-little orange headed friend had been doing but it wasn't a normal night.
It was a strange night and right now the ravenette needed something to distract her from her wildly spinning mind. She had no idea what was going on with Renji because he still refused to tell her but he had begged and pleaded with her to sing for him and she agreed. And maybe it went against her better judgment but she didn't care-she couldn't care she just wanted to end the night on a positive note.
"Ichigo you mentioned you wanted to sing earlier, do you still want to?"
Furrowing his brows Ichigo looked utterly baffled then it dawned on him a moment later. "So, you'll do it then, you'll sing the song my mother used to sing with me?"
"I'll give it my best shot. What exactly is the song? The lyrics aren't difficult, are they?"
"Nah. They are pretty basic actually similar to a nursery rhyme or at least this is the way I always used to associate it."
"Nursery rhyme? That seems like an odd choice Ichigo."
"It's not an actual nursery rhyme it's what my mother would sing when I had difficulty falling asleep or I was upset about something."
While Ichigo wasn't exactly tight lipped about his mother it wasn't often that the berry spoke of the woman.
Having lost her own mother at a young age, shortly after she was born, then losing her sister a few years later and being dumped rather unceremoniously off on to the door steps of the Kuchiki's because her deadbeat father simply couldn't handle raising her alone, Rukia's image of parental figures wasn't all that positive.
Not that the Kuchiki's hadn't treated her like one of their own but-well it was complicated. Ichigo didn't know any of this. And Renji had been sworn to secrecy.
"Has she tried to contact you at all since she left?"
Ichigo hesitated a moment before answering, the light in his eyes growing a bit dim. "I know she'll reach out to me again when the time is right."
"Then what are we waiting for, let's make her proud!" The ravenette punched the berry lightly on the shoulder and smiled at him.
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Uryu watched the exchange between the two friends and couldn't help but smile a little himself. Unlike the cheerleader with the demon like appetite and the perverted Coyote with stoner eyes, the slim ravenette appeared to be pretty harmless. The energy she gave off was like an older sister never mind that she and Kurosaki were the same age.
They were going to sing a song together. All the things he could have imagined his berry doing, singing was not it. Interest peeked even more, Uryu gave his future boyfriend (they had made-out for well over 15 minutes) so it was only a matter of weeks before Kurosaki gave in and agreed) a smack on the butt (yes not a light pat this time but a smack that echoed throughout the lounge) "Don't keep me waiting in suspense Kurosaki, get on up there and start singing."
Flushing a brilliant crimson, the berry shot the bespectacled teen a glare, "Bastard I thought I told you to stop doing that!"
"Ichigo please stop flirting with the pretty megane boy and focus!"
"W-what the hell Rukia?! I'm not flirting!"
The ravenette's silver blues sparkled and her tone turned sing-song-ish "Don't worry I won't tell Ukitake-sensei, it'll be our little secret right um, what is your name?"
"Ishida Uryu, but you can call me the soon-to-be boyfriend."
"Oh? Well, I'm Kuchiki Rukia, you can call me the best friend of your soon-to-be boyfriend."
"Arghhh he's not my boyfriend he's just-whatever come on Rukia let's go find a place to practice a little bit, Ishida I'll um maybe I'll call you later."
Kurosaki was almost shy as he mumbled out the last part. It was cute to say the very least.
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While Rukia had never been to the Smoked Boar until tonight she figured the lounge had a similar layout that most buildings would have. Granted a storage closet wasn't exactly ideal but she couldn't afford to picky right now. Not bothering to shut the door she simply plopped down on one of the boxes in the corner. "Have a seat Ichigo."
"Rukia what the hell why are we in a storage closet?"
"It's either this or the bathroom Ichigo and while I certainly have no objections, I think other girls would feel differently."
It was a good point. Made a lot of sense actually.
Still Ichigo had no real desire to sit down. "I'll just stand."
Rukia shrugged, "Suit yourself. Anyway, what is this song that you want to perform called?"
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Uryu brushed his fingers across his lips and released a dreamy sigh as he made his way back over to Halibel and Nel.
The sea green-haired sugar fanatic was already half way through her 3rd slice of cake and the blonde looked like she was just itching to take the plate away from her girlfriend.
It was a little bit amusing.
"What are you smirking about?"
Even without turning Halibel seemed to have sensed his return. Uryu slid back into his seat and feigned ignorance. "I have no idea what you're talking about Halibel, I'm just in a good mood is all."
"Hm yeah I'll bet. That muse of yours must really be quite something."
"He's become so much more than a mere muse, Hali-chan."
"Oh?" Halibel cocked a blonde brow, "So am I to conclude that when you fled like someone had set fire to your ass earlier you decided on a different route and just went for it?"
Damn Halibel was so perceptive. Spot on really.
"Well, what can I say Kurosaki just has that effect on me or rather he's starting to."
"And did he reciprocate? Or is he one of those types who plays hard to get?"
"I'll put it this way he abandoned his date in favor of deepening our connection." Not entirely true but not exactly false either. It was a complex situation almost as complex as the berry himself. "Introduced me to one of his best friends which is a pretty big deal in itself."
"Best friend you say? Male or female?"
"Female. Why?"
"No particular reason. When do I get to meet this Kurosaki?"
Uryu did his best to not show his surprise on his face. He knew Halibel was a little curious about the one who caught his attention but he never would have guessed that the older girl would be almost anxious to meet the berry teen. It was rare that the blonde was anxious about anything.
"I guess I could introduce you."
"Guess? What do you mean guess Uryu? Need I remind you that I agreed to your ridiculous request to borrow my Nelliel."
"Yes, you did but seeing as I didn't actually end up borrowing her, I don't really see why-
"Uryu it's not like you to be secretive. At least not with me. We are friends are we not?"
"Yes of course."
Halibel's grin was positively shark like. "Good then call him over."
"Well, I would but see he's about to perform on stage and-
"Perform? So not only is this new muse of yours fond of wearing skirts but he's musically talented as well?"
"I well-honestly I have no idea if he's actually good at singing but I'm looking forward to his performance all the same."
The lights in the lounge went dim signaling that another performance was about to start.
It wasn't Kurosaki and Kuchiki instead a shy timid looking boy with big blue had eyes stepped on the stage. He was dressed in a basketball jersey and matching basketball shorts which was 2 sizes too big from him and his face was slightly green and his dark hair was matted down with sweat.
Honestly, he looked like the last thing he wanted to do was perform. Most likely been forced up there by a friend or a bossy older sibling.
"T-thank you all for coming out tonight. I'm Yamada Hanatarou and I'm not very good at well much of anything but I'm also not the type to back out of something I've already agreed to so that being said, please be gentle with me."
Music started...most of the music that night had been mainly pop so the sound of electro funk and heavy bass was a nice change up.
And it seemed that even though this Hanatarou guy was uncertain about himself he was quite skilled with his feet and hands. Clearly at home on the stage once he got in the zone, he tore up the floor with a series of different side steps, back flips, kicks, spins and shuffles. While not entirely familiar with this particular style of dance Uryu knew enough to appreciate the performance. (2)
Halibel who hadn't said much in the past few minutes finally voiced her opinion. "Hmm, not bad. Certainly, better than that loud redhead was."
Nel had only paused momentarily in her eating to grin at the two of them and said, "Nel always said Hana should have more confidence in his abilities."
"Hana? You know him Nel?"
"Course Nel knows Hana, Hana is Nel's next door neighbor. Nel's the one who told Hana he should come out tonight."
"You did? But Nel I didn't even tell you where I was taking you tonight until we were in the parking lot." Halibel was mildly miffed. Seemed her "surprise" hadn't been much of a surprise at all.
Nel paused to lick her fingers and then continued, "Doesn't matter. Even if Nel couldn't make it here tonight in person, she's got Hana on camera." Then grinned brighter, "I got Ishi on camera too, wanna see?"
"You what?" Uryu wasn't sure how he felt about this. He didn't even know Nel all that well. "Wait how exactly do you-
"Shhh! We're being rude! Let's stand up and clap for Hana!"
Clap? Well yes, they probably should clap for the guy. It was only right.
The lounge erupted with applause and poor Hanatarou looked like he might pass out after his performance. Thankfully someone took pity on him and quickly ushered him off stage.
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Orihime decided to pointedly ignore everything that had happened during the night as well as everything that hadn't happened as Chizuru fiddled with the sound system and Tatsuki tested out the microphone.
Kurosaki-kun might be under the influence of whatever drug was being pumped through the vents of the Smoked Boar but once he heard her voice that would all change. Her strawberry boy would be putty in her arms at last.
She was so damn excited now she almost pissed herself. But of course, she wouldn't do something so disgusting.
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While Ichigo had been going over the song lyrics with Rukia, he noticed that his friends' energy was off and asked her about it.
"Rukia is everything okay you seem sort of I don't know, sad maybe?"
The ravenette released a deep sigh. "It's Renji, he's acting very odd lately and I keep asking him about it but he swears its nothing but I know it's something because well I can just tell ya know?"
Ichigo frowned. And inwardly cursed. 'That idiot don't tell me he actually let his urges get the best of him.'
Rukia did not miss the slight flinch from her berry friend. Just as she figured, Ichigo knew something. "Ichigo what happened? What is Renji hiding from me?"
Ichigo rubbed the back of his neck, not feeling comfortable in the least with what he was about to reveal. "It's not really my place to say Rukia and to be perfectly honest I don't even completely understand it since he rambled his way through it but I think he's struggling with uh well these dreams."
"Dreams? What kind of dreams?"
The berry teen flushed bright red before muttering out "Uh wet dreams or something."
"Wet dreams? Is that what he told you?"
"Yeah, um that's pretty much it well I mean there's a bit more to it but since I don't really understand everything, its better if you just ask him."
Rukia released another sigh. "Fine. I mean thanks for-well anyway let's just forget about Renji and his dreams and go over the song once more."
"Are you sure I mean-
"Yeah, I'm sure. This is important to you Ichigo and even though I give you a hard time about well just about everything you are my best friend."
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Renji sat at the booth grinding his teeth. He couldn't understand what the hell was taking Ichigo and Rukia so long to come out and perform already.
Quite against his will, images of his friend and his girlfriend start playing out in his mind. What if Ichigo's "skirt-wearing" experiment was just a decoy or something, what if underneath all the blushing and stammering and yelling and cluelessness lurked a playboy who was anything but innocent? What if his berry best friend had dragged Rukia off to some secluded corner and decided to drop the façade and was now leaving the petite ravenette, Renji's petite ravenette girlfriend practically breathless as he brought her to paradise with questing fingers and talented tongue and fuck!
Renji snarled and cursed viciously. What the hell was this shit? Since when did he think like this? Was a part of him dreaming up such an awful scenario to ease some of his guilt, is that what this was?
Had to be the reason. Yeah. Ichigo didn't know the first thing about seduction or navigating the grand landscape better known as a women's body-and even if Rukia was willing to show their berry friend a few tricks, Renji doubted it would result in a casual hook up.
Most likely Ichigo and Rukia were just having a normal conversation.
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The sound of lively music reached Ichigo's ears. Curious to see who the next performer might be he grabbed Rukia's hand and raced out the door of the storage closet and headed towards the lounge.
"Oi Ichigo where's the fire?"
"No fire Rukia, I'm just curious to see which of our classmates is going to sing next."
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So far Ichigo had enjoyed every performance and he was looking forward to more. He came to an abrupt halt when he realized it was Inoue. Along with Tatsuki and Chizuru.
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Orihime frowned at the sight of Kurosaki-kun reemerging from wherever he had disappeared to with Kuchiki-san. While she didn't exactly have anything against the raven-haired girl, she wasn't all that fond of her. It just wasn't fair that someone else could make the berry boy smile like that. It wasn't even a large smile. But it was a sweet genuine smile that softened his features and-
Orihime felt one of her friends lightly poke her. It took her a moment to realize it was Tatsuki-chan.
"Ready Orihime?
The princess slapped her cheeks and plastered a bright smile on her face. "Ready!"
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"Oh, now I see what the big rush was about, heh Ichigo there might just be hope for you yet."
"What the hell are you talking about Rukia?!"
Ichigo groaned inwardly when Tatsuki winked at him and felt Rukia shove him closer to the stage. A moment or two later Chizuru (red haired demon from hades) grabbed him and hoisted him up on to the stage with freakish strength that had come out of nowhere.
Together Tatsuki and Chizuru forced the orange haired berry into a chair.
"Just in time Ichigo."
"Idiot! You could have dislocated my shoulder just now or something.
Ichigo grumbled and rubbed said shoulder.
Tatsuki and Chizuru ignored him and then Inoue burst into song.
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Another short night, lost in your email
Alone in your room with nothing but the screens glare
Feeling happy but hurt at the same time goes on all night...today is long gone
futari deatta koto ima wa tooi kako
nigitta sono te no nukumori ni nareta koro
kuuki ni tatoe hajimeta koto de miidaseta kanjou shinjiaeru kokoro
ima KIMI ga egaitai yume no ue
soko wa hate shinaku hiroku mayoi sou de
KIMI ga inai to naki dashi sou na watashi, mou kono te hanashita kunakute...
It didn't take the berry teen long to conclude that the song the trio of girls had selected was about him especially with the way Inoue kept sneaking glances in his direction between each verse. It was a catchy song that much he could agree on at the very least.
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But when Tatsuki started to rap he didn't care much for the way the cheerleading princess started dancing around the chair he'd been forced to sit in while the crowd whooped and hollered.
He could be grateful that Inoue wasn't actually psychically touching him with her perfectly manicured hands but was it really necessary for her to lean in so close? He could practically see her damn bra!
samishisa no ITAZURA sunao ni narenakute
kizutsuke kizutsuite mata asa naki asa
surechigau mainichi hagurenai you ni
tsugi aetara gyutto kono te wo nigitte
naki warai SUKI kimi no kokoro wa ima donna e no gu no iro shiteru no?
naki warai SUKI yuuhi ni tokechaisou
namida made yurari yura ORENJI
Well considering he'd blown her off all night long the least he could do was pretend to enjoy Inoue's little performance. Ichigo forced himself to smile even though his face was probably redder than a hot chili pepper and all he really wanted to do was flee to the nearest exit.
Smiling on the outside, crying on the inside, the future comes along
Will it bring arguments or compromise?
Smiling on the outside, crying on the inside, looking serious and moving on
I want another bite of this bitter sweet orange (1)
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Ririn missed the glass completely as she watched on in horror as the shameless twat of a cheerleader "Hime" something or other nearly suffocated HER beautiful skirt-wearing boy with eye-popping bazooka's.
Why had the other girl even bothered wearing such a skimpy cocktail dress, the flimsy fabric might as well be lingerie!
Poor Ichigo! If only she weren't on the clock right now Ririn could rescue the berry from his temporary hell.
"Oi oi what the hell do you think you're doing this is designer, designer."
Ririn snapped out of her daze and apologized profusely to the customer she'd just accidentally spilled beer on. Ririo-sama would not be pleased since Charlotte Chuhlhourne was one of the Smoked Boar's long time and loyal customers. Never mind that Charlotte was no longer a teenager or young adult, the heavy eye-lashed drag queen was nearing 40. But Ririo-sama didn't discriminate. Plus, Charlotte always tipped well.
"What are my fans going to think when I the most beautiful, most marvelous, most fantastic, most elegant, sexy rose in all the land have stains on my blouse?" Charlotte cried out dramatically.
"I'm really very sorry Charlotte-san, to compensate I'll tear up your bill."
"Tear up my bill you say? What good will that do? I don't care about money. The only thing that matters is that I look my most glorious, most sparkling, most wonderous, most alluring, most perfect self."
Ririn resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "You are as beautiful as ever, Charolotte-san," the blonde lied through her teeth as she quickly moved to wipe up the mess she'd made and poured another glass for the dramatic "woman".
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TBC
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Next time teasers!
A punch!
"What the fuck was that, huh?"
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Sometimes a cheerleader just has to do what a cheerleader has to do.
'Hime will thank me later.'
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'Close your eyes and just let me do this.'
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"Hush now, everything will be okay."
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Notes...
(1) "Bittersweet" Orange ~ Lil' B. I actually love this song a lot. Great song. Catchy. Fun. Even though I hate her a lot waaaaay more than I've shown in my stories I will say this...certain things like this song do seem to fit Ichigo's personality and a certain big-boobed princess' obsession with him.
And it seemed that even though this Hanatarou guy was uncertain about himself he was quite skilled with his feet and hands. Clearly at home on the stage once he got in the zone, he tore up the floor with a series of different side steps, back flips, kicks, spins and shuffles. While not entirely familiar with this particular style of dance Uryu knew enough to appreciate the performance. (2)
Yes I realize that Hanatarou would properly be the last person to break dance but seeing as this is an AU and most (if not all) of the characters are uber OOC why not. I also felt inspired by several past conversations with Cas. I do not know much about B-BOY's and break dancing outside of it's a really cool style. LOL. But that pretty much goes for most styles of dance I know no nothing or very little. Still I'm the kinda person who appreciates dance, art and skills/talents, languages/knowledge etc... that I myself do not have/know. Cas has two other people in mind for B-BOY style dancing but they will not show up until later chapters. Cas wrote an awesome scene featuring said character/well characters actually. Anyway I will say more about this scene and characters when the time comes.
A/N I realize I said this would be the final part of open mic night well...obviously it's stretching on to another part. Never fear dearest readers (whoever you are) the next part will show up soon
Thank you for your patience, thank you for your read/follow!
~SLY~