Disclaimer: Why do birds suddenly appear every time BLEACH is near, just like me they long to be KUBO-SENSEI!
A/N And this is where SWITCHING VIEW POINTS really comes into play. Also this is where it helps to be familiar with SLY's stories…she's known for flashbacks…she has done her best to make it as un confusing as possible…So Ishida was supposed to appear in this chapter…but by doing so he would have had to share the spot light and he didn't want that…so he'll appear in chapter 005 'TRIPLE THREAD' which I promise will be coming a lot sooner than this chapter did…anyway right then that being said let's get on with it shall we?
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SKIRTING THROUGH LIFE
004 "BOY" AND "BRO"
LAST TIME….
Unbeknownst to Ichigo at that exact same moment 3 pairs of eyes were watching him from the backstage curtains.
3 pairs of eyes belong to a trio of best- friends.
This trio specialized in stage production, mainly painting and building the back round scenery. And this trio normally did not bother with the actors because they didn't care much for their personalities.
The trio felt that the "official" members of the drama club were too damn materialistic and self absorbed well…all with the exception of the goateed teen but then again he slept most of the time so the trio hadn't really gotten a good enough read on the guy.
The trio preferred to keep to them selves, keep to the shadows unless of course it was necessary to attend class. Or a beautiful being came along…
OKAY NOW REWIND BEFORE ICHIGO ENTERED THE DRAMA ROOM
But on this particular day the shortest member of the trio and also the only girl in their small group decided that taking a break was in order. After all they'd been at it for almost 2 hours straight and hadn't eaten anything since noon on top of which…
"The hell? If I have to listen another minute of that skinny bitches caterwauling I'm gonna grab that prop gun over there and load it with some real bullets."
"Be sure to save at least one bullet for the director."
"Violence is not the answer Ririn-chan. While I do agree with you that Momo-chan doesn't exactly have the greatest singing voice it is probably not her fault. And Noba don't encourage her."
"Hmm."
"What are you trying to say Baka-Cloud! You startin' to like that munchkin bitch?"
"I never said that I merely said-
"Guys this is ridiculous! Let's not waste our time fighting-if we don't hurry up all the sweet bread will be gone."
"No way!/Baka-Noba! Why didn't you say something sooner?"
The trio gathered up their belongings fully intending to head for the nearest exist when the sound of footsteps reached their ears.
Rinrin, Cloud and Noba instantly froze up fearing the worst. It happened quite often that Principal Bach would make one of his "unexpected drop-ins" to check and see how the latest production was coming along, drilling the young actors/actresses with a series of different questions.
And once Bcah received answers that he deemed satisfactory enough he would set off towards the back stage and have words with the trio.
If Bach felt Cloud, Noba or Ririn were slacking off in anyway or found their answers to his questions lacking in some way the man would not hesitate to issue each of them a detention in addition to demanding that they stay an extra hour long after everyone else went home.
The trio didn't really know why Bach disliked them so much-they'd never done anything to warrant the man's anger or disgust.
Perhaps Bach simply did not care much for antisocial types.
Or maybe the man didn't care for their style of dress. Whatever his reason, Ririn, Cloud and Noba went out of their way to avoid Bach at all costs.
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FAST FORWARD…NOT TO FORWARD…BUT FORWARD
The door opened and Ririn peeked her yellow butter-cream colored head out from behind the curtain and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that it was not Bach who had entered the room but another student.
"What's happening Rinrin-chan, is it Bach?"
Ririn did not answer Cloud's question right away for she found it was difficult to properly formulate a sentence just then.
Ririn never thought it was possible for a boy to be beautiful outside of fiction. Those kinds of things just didn't exist in reality. And yet, there he was all bright orange spiky locks and clueless expression.
Ririn didn't really know why he was bothering with a skirt when he already stood out among the rest, shining like a bright beacon of light.
It was a subconscious thing, Ririn noticed a moment later and this simple conclusion made the blonde girl like the boy in the skirt that much more.
"Ririn is it Bach?"
It wasn't until Noba repeated Cloud's previous question that the blue-eyed blonde finally snapped out of her daze.
"Somebody pinch me."
There was a moment of silence and during this moment Cloud and Noba exchange baffled looks.
"Pinch you? We do not understand what you are talking about Rinrin."
"Just answer the question, you silly girl! Is it Bach or not!"
Not wishing to pull her eyes away from the beautiful boy Ririn motioned Cloud and Noba to come closer.
Still confused (and perhaps a little disturbed?) by Ririn's unusual behavior, Cloud and Noba were almost hesitant in their approach.
"What is it Ririn?" Noba stage whispered.
Ririn did not answer, her mind was quickly spinning tales as to why the boy in a skirt had decided to enter the drama hall on today of all days. She doubted very highly that his reasons were something as painfully dull as pure boredom. No…no there had to be a greater, far more exciting reason.
"Ririn-chan!"
"Shhh!" Ririn hissed. She was growing quite tiered of Cloud and Noba bothering her during her moment of deep thinking. "Stop talking and just look and see for yourselves!"
"Look? What exactly are we looking f-Ohhhhh!" Cloud and Noba gasped in unison once they followed their leaders direction/demand and peeked their heads though the curtains.
Immediately the two boys understood what had warranted Ririn's excitement.
Cloud was particularly vocal in his appreciation of the orange-headed boy. "Now I see what all that commotion was about tut, tut," he chided the girl before continuing "You really should have said something sooner Ririn-chan."
He glanced over at Noba and noticed that the shorter boy was attempting to pull his multi-colored striped beanie hat down over his face, his white cheekbones flushing brightly matching his ruby red colored hair perfectly.
Cloud grinned and wrapped his arms around his two companions, an idea quickly forming in his mind. "Ririn-chan, Noba what are we waiting for let's go introduce ourselves, yes?"
Ririn shrugged off the hand and distanced herself a bit away from the boy with two-toned colored hair. "Don't be thick Cloud, we can't just go out there."
"That's right. The actors are still performing and you know that damn director doesn't like interruptions." Noba added.
"Oh come on! Since when do we care what some hot-tempered snow-haired chibi director thinks? I wanna know who the carrot top is and I'm not going to wait!" With this declaration Cloud made a motion to pull back the curtain further and flee the stage only to have Ririn and Noba pull him back.
Despite being a great deal taller than his friends, Noba and Ririn were strong and so it didn't take much to restrain Cloud.
"No! We will introduce ourselves soon enough but for now we'll just stay back here and observe." Ririn decided.
"Yes I think that would be best." Noba agreed.
Cloud considered arguing with the duo but decided against it. 2 against 1 pretty much spoke for itself. "Fine since we're apparently not going anywhere any time soon, does anyone want a rasinette?"
Ririn held out her hand.
Noba shook his head before turning his full attention back to the boy in a skirt. He was flipping through a copy of the script now, a slight frown on his face as he turned the pages- his right leg shaking it was a sign of nervousness or agitation maybe? Whatever the reason Noba's heart went out to the other boy just then, suddenly getting the feeling that said "boy" didn't really want to be here.
'If only I were out there instead of back here.'
No sooner had the thought crossed Noba's mind then the Coyote sleeping just a little bit away from the orange-haired boy had opened one of his smoke gray colored eyes, a lazy grin pulling at his lips as he took note of his company.
Noba felt an unnatural feeling come over him as he watched on.
Clenching his fingerless gloved fists and feeling his face heat up even more (this time anger mixing in with the lust) as the slick Coyote danced one of his long wiry-muscled arms towards the very same leg that had been shaking uncontrollably.
The orange-head probably didn't even know what was coming his way. Noba was not amused. Once again he felt an unnatural urge/desire to go out there-to save the other boy.
But he could not. It was not his place to interfere.
"Huh, so that's why they call him Coyote."
Noba jumped. He had completely forgotten that Ririn and Cloud were still with him.
"Shut up! It's not funny he's about to soil OUR boy." Ririn sounded clearly upset no horrified!
"OUR boy?" Noba blinked.
"What are you talking about Ririn-chan? Such a thing is not possible."
Ririn rolled her eyes. "The three of us do everything together. We have the same tastes and so when I say he's OUR boy then he's OUR boy." Her eyes burned with fire "I should've known the Coyote was just like the rest of them, nothing more than a greedy selfish shameless pervert."
"Now, now Ririn-chan such language is inappropriate for a young lady. Perhaps the Coyote is just planning to give the carrot top a friendly greeting?" And yet as if to mock Cloud or further confirm Ririn's accusation, the Coyote's hand was slowly creeping higher and higher-another minute more and he'd be under the carrot top's skirt-
"That Bastard!/ Noooo!/ Enough!"
Although the trio had issued out three different exclamations just then, their hearts and minds were in sync. It was decided.
They would save their boy!
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FAST FORWARD…OKAY REWIND JUST A LIL' BIT AND RESUME
Still no one was paying any attention to him, Ichigo decided to do something to pass the time since he was so bored out of his mind.
Slowly, carefully and with timed precision he extracted the copy of the script out from under the sleeping man.
Yes Ichigo had taken note of the light goatee and fine hair on the man's knuckles to conclude that this guy must be one of the older students.
Perhaps he was one of those types who failed his final year 3 times in a row and was actually like 22 years old or something?
Not that it mattered or had anything to do with Ichigo, he was just momentarily borrowing the man's script so if the director decided to randomly call on him he'd be at least some what prepared. But it was difficult to focus when Hinamori's voice grew louder and louder with each passing moment…
And you ask me
Why I've come here today
I give you the answer (my answer)
Tell you the world shouldn't
Be this way
Sugar, Salt is all around us
In our bloodstream (bloodstream)
And yet you still ask me why
I make such a fuss?
Well I'll tell you Mr. Cooperate man
Tell it to you straight
The end is upon us
Trust me
Just you wait
And as I take my final breath
My skin bubbling like up like
Month old dairy
I'll fight no longer
And embrace my death
With open arms
Ichigo shook his head. More and more he was convinced that he just wasn't cut out for this "acting" scene. Perhaps he could convince goat face to gather the members of the school board and sign a petition so he could wear a skirt if he felt like it?
Not that Ichigo was all that sure that his father would support his decision when Isshin had barely said a word to him when they sat down to breakfast earlier that same morning.
Ichigo sighed and flipped through the next few pages in the script, his brown eyes drawn to the lines highlighted in yellow.
'It's all in your mind, the irrational fears, the dreams-no one is wasting away Keri-dee, please stop this you're starting to scare me.'
'It is my right as your brother. I must stand by your side if only for a few minutes.'
'It is not a matter of believing or not believing at this point-you've declared war upon the cooperate run factories!'
Ichigo raised a brow. This was by far one of the strangest play-scripts he had ever skimmed through-not to mention the plot itself didn't make a great deal of sense.
'I'm really not cut out for this.'
Ichigo released another sigh and looked up when at last the music had stopped. Good it seemed Hinamori was finished so maybe now the director would pay attention to-
"Gah!"
Ichigo screamed and bolted right up off the plush couch when he felt something brush his stocking clad thigh. It took him a moment to recognize that "something" as a human hand-a masculine hand and then he screamed a second time and punched the owner of said offensive hand right in the man's goateed face with the kind of power that his father and uncle Kai always claimed he had in his blood but Ichigo had never believed or thought he was capable of up until now.
'How did I?'
"You pack quite a punch for such a small guy, had I known you'd react that way I wouldn't have touched you,"-
The pervert's tone was a lazy sort of drawl, sounding as if he had just woken up from a nap (which he had).
Ichigo flushed brightly both at the insult and the reminder of what had just occurred and then shot the older student a vicious glare but it seemed that the man was not finished as his butter cream lips curled up just the slightest and he added
"-Not that I regret it."
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Cloud, Ririn and Noba quickly found that there interference was unnecessary-the trio had literally been just mere seconds away from dog-piling the Coyote (no pun intended) so that their BOY could get away but the orange-haired beauty had shocked all of them when he whirled back his fist and punched the Coyote straight in the nose.
So it was decided at that moment that Cloud, Ririn and Noba would introduce themselves to the cutie in a skirt at a later date.
Down on all fours the trio of friends crawled to the exit doors, only looking back long enough to release wistful sighs before they officially took their leave.
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Ichigo's eyes widened to a comical degree and he felt his cheeks burn even more. He couldn't decide what angered him more at that moment, himself or the goateed pervert? It was about even.
Pulling his skirt down and smoothing out the wrinkles Ichigo shot the Coyote another glare and then stormed away.
This time deciding to sit beside one of the girls, mentally cursing himself for not realizing it was the smartest choice he could have made since chicks weren't known for being perverted (well except Rukia but his petite raven haired friend had always been a bit of an oddball.)
Ichigo shook his head, crossed his hands over his chest and scowled at nothing in particular.
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Coyote Starrk rubbed his cheek and fell back further on to the plush cushioning and smiled to himself.
Here he had been thinking of quitting drama this year-this was supposed to be his last day and then all of a sudden a lovely little orange fire flower comes along and-
Starrk closed his eyes and released a dreamy sigh. He had no idea who the guy was but he would be damned if he didn't find out.
Reaching into the pocket of his silk lined suit, Starrk pulled out a phone and dialed a number.
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"You there! Boy in the navy skirt get up here now!"
Ichigo's scowl only deepened when the director took notice of him and rather than offering some type of apology or explanation, the chibi-like looking guy snaps out commands at him like a drill sergeant.
Just for that for that Ichigo decided he was going to be a bit stubborn. Yes perhaps it wasn't the smartest choice at the moment or so Ichigo found out less than a split second later when Toshiro stormed off the stage and came right for the berry like an angry blizzard.
Ichigo winced as the snow-haired director stopped right in front of him and grabbed a fistful of his orange locks forcing him to his feet.
The tone in Toshiro's voice was colder than the frost on the window. "Listen, when I tell you to do something, you do it!"
Not allowing the berry teen a chance to offer an explanation or a protest, the director tightened the grip on Ichigo's hair and marched him up to the front steps of the stage.
Ichigo did his best not to cry out at the unfair mistreatment the snow-haired director was inflicting on him while he waited for further instruction.
Toshiro, already in a foul mood barked out another command. "You have a slip to be here, let's see it!"
Ichigo's fingers fumbled inside the pocket of his mother's jacket for a few minutes before he produced the small slip of paper Principal Bach-Zan handed to him earlier that day.
Toshiro's icicle blues swept over the small paragraph written on the colorful slip of paper and then flickered back over to Ichigo.
Ichigo gulped, suddenly feeling more unsure of him self than ever before. "Uh I don't know anything about acting but I'm a fast learner and a decent enough dancer I-I think."
Icicle blues narrowed and then Toshiro snorted. "Whatever. Just stop talking and show us what you can do."
"You um want me to dance?"
"I want you to stop wasting my time. Recite lines. Dance. Sing. Whatever just do something before I really lose my patience."
"Um?"
Even though Ichigo had skimmed through the script once or twice while he was waiting for the director he hadn't memorized any of the song lyrics and even though he said he could dance decently enough it had been awhile and…
The thin vein between Toshiro's brows twitched, "What? I can't understand what you're saying if you mumble. Hurry up and spit it out! We'd like to get home before sundown."
"I haven't um I haven't memorized any of the-
Icicle blues rolled and Toshiro looked at the berry teen like he was single biggest idiot who had ever stepped into the drama hall.
"Um Shiro-chan?" Hinamori piped in just then, "Who is this boy and why is he wearing a skirt?"
Toshiro turned to his adopted sister and spoke to the brunette very slowly as if she were nothing more than a small child.
"Hinamori I do not have time for your pointless questions. We are already weeks behind schedule because Matsumoto decided to go on a sporadic maternity leave, the useless woman, and now I have to work extra hard to ensure that all of you will be ready for opening night 2 weeks from today."
Two weeks? It was at this moment in time that Ichigo wished the stage floor would open up and swallow him whole. There was no way he could learn an entire musical in just 2 weeks. His face turned unnaturally pale as he imagined being on stage in front of hundreds of people.
"But Shiro-chan," Hinamori continued, "That still doesn't answer my question about who he is?"
As if on cue at that exact same moment not just Hinamori and Toshiro but the entire room turned to stare at Ichigo.
The berry teen's momentary meltdown was forgotten for the moment as irritation crept back in.
'Oh now everyone notices I'm here.'
"This is," Tosihiro snapped his fingers, "Boy what's your name?"
"Ichigo."
Ichigo's honest reply received several brow raises and a few snickers.
"We're having a strawberry-short cake join the play at the last the last minute? What exactly is he supposed to do, put Keri-dee into a sugar coma?"
The lame joke had come from a tall wafer thin blond boy wearing a silver shaped bull pendant around his neck. Ichigo didn't recognize the kid but he mentally concluded that it would be best to steer clear of him.
Toshiro continued on as though he had never been interrupted in the first place, "No Ichigo is here to try out for the role of Keri-dee."
"WHAAAAAT?!" Hinamori screamed and stomped and carried on like a child, "You can't be serious? Shiro-chaaaaan I thought we already decided that I'm your Keri-dee."
Toshiro's tone dropped to another chilling degree, "Hinamori I won't have any more of your unnecessary outbursts!"
Hinamori's bottom lip quivered and tears sprung in the corner of her doe brown eyes. "But Shiro-chaaaan I-I-
"Enough! I never said Ichigo would replace you," a snort, "At best he'll be your understudy in case something comes up and you can not perform."
Understudy? Hmm well considering how little experience he had, it made sense to Ichigo still…
"Um excuse me but even as an understudy I'll still be allowed to wear a skirt, right?"
It was a perfectly reasonable question. And the real reason he had even agreed to come here.
Toshiro and Hinamori turned their attention back to the berry teen and the brunette girl stuck out her tongue while the chibi director practically bellowed out-
"Are you some kind of idiot? Of course you can still wear a skirt! In fact let's stop wasting time-Hinamori hand Ichigo the skirt you're wearing so he can try it on."
Hinamori looked like she'd rather swallow a mouthful of chloroform just then as she clutched the hideous looking garbage-bag-like skirt tightly and snubbed her nose down at Ichigo. "Like hell I will! This is mine go get your own!"
It was at this moment in time when Ichigo concluded that the drama club was apparently filled with a bunch of unstable weirdoes.
'I really gotta think of another way to wear a skirt at school because I don't think this is gonna work.'
"Hinamori! This isn't a game just give him the damn skirt!" Toshiro's voice thundered and both Ichigo and the brown-eyed girl jumped back a few feet.
After a moment or two Ichigo found his voice again, "Uh is there perhaps another skirt I could try on so you know you can get a general idea of how it might look on me?"
Toshiro let out a sigh that was a combination of tiered and irritated, "Yes actually there is a second skirt but it is not ready yet."
What did that mean?
Ichigo opened his mouth but the snow-haired man cut him off with another bellowing command of-
"Hinamori I've had enough of this-hand the skirt over now!"
With a great deal of reluctance Hinamori finally surrendered the skirt. She shimmied out of it and then kicked it over to Ichigo.
"There, happy?"
Toshiro was far from happy. If looks could kill his half sister would be lying in a puddle of her own blood. He returned his attention to the orange-haired boy and raised an expectant brow.
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Despite how ugly it was on the outside Ichigo could say one good thing about the skirt. The feel of it, the moment it touched his skin-oooooh so soft. Yes he could easily fall asleep in a skirt like this one.
"Hmm not bad."
Ichigo blinked not quite sure if the director had finally actually said something slightly nice about him.
"It will need to be adjusted of course-taken in at the waist and around the hem but yes this could work."
The students in the drama hall murmured in agreement. Not even the blond guy who'd made the crack about his name could seem to find anything negative to say about Ichigo wearing the puffy white ensemble.
"Um thanks."
What else was there to be said?
"The hell it is! He looks stupid-no awful-yes awful in my skirt!" Hinamori marched on over to the berry-teen and tugged at the skirt and snarled out a vicious "Take it off you strawberry attention whore if that is in fact your real name? Bet its not really your name," a sneer "Hell that's probably not even your natural hair color."
Apparently Hinamori had quite a mouthful to say.
Ichigo had heard more than enough insults for one day and since his mother had raised him right and he didn't believe in hitting girls, he did the only thing he could do at that moment.
Ichigo took off the skirt, tore it in a half and threw it back at the angry doe eyed girl. Then he turned and half bowed to the director, stepped off the stage and stormed out of the drama hall inwardly vowing to never come back.
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Putting his shit kicking boots to good use, Ichigo stomped his way back up to the first floor, so aggravated and agitated as he was, the berry teen failed to realize the hurried set of footsteps following him. And it wasn't until a hand settled on to his shoulder and forcefully spun him around that Ichigo stopped.
"You're pretty fast strawberry-shortcake-bro."
Ichigo's eyes snapped upwards as he instantly recognized the voice. He would not soon forget it.
"YOU!"
The wafer thin blond with the bull pendant necklace grinned down at the berry. "ME."
Ichigo glared up at the other boy and he half debated whether or not he should try his luck at socking a punch? There was no guarantee that his shot would connect-in fact the more the berry teen thought about it the more he reasoned that the power punch he'd thrown at the goateed student earlier had been nothing more than a burst of pure adrenaline.
"What do you want, did you follow me out the door just to hurl more insults at me?"
"Insults?" The blond looked mildly perplexed for a few minutes and then waved his hands when it clicked, "Oh no no no you got all wrong strawberry-shortcake-bro."
Brown eyes flashed and Ichigo practically spat out "I'm not your bro!"
The blond stepped back a few steps and then snickered lightly, "Calm down I didn't mean it in the literal sense its just uh," fingers fiddled with the cord around his neck, "It's how I get to know people you know, being friendly."
Ichigo was neither impressed nor convinced.
'Bull-boy' as the berry teen had decided to temporarily dub him was now rubbing the back of his neck.
"Look strawberry-shortcake-bro I meant no harm by it honestly," he took a step forward and placed his hand on Ichigo's shoulder again,
"It was just you know playful teasin' I do it to all the new guys who come to play in my back yard." Red wine colored irises raked over Ichigo's slim form just then and the blond cocked his head to the side, "You are a guy right? I mean all jokes aside I'd feel like a real dumbass if I was callin' a chick bro the whole time."
Ichigo blinked up at 'Bull-boy' in confusion half wondering if the kid was on some type of drug. "Er um no I'm a boy and like I said my name is Ichigo not bro but it doesn't mean strawberry and anyway I don't know why I'm telling you any of this but I really have to go now so-" He moved to step around the other boy but the blond blocked his path.
"Wait! Not yet strawberry-shortcake-bro I mean Ichigo 'least let me tell you why I chased after you just now."
Ichigo sighed. Honestly not sure how much more "abuse" he could take in one day. Well perhaps abuse was too strong of a word to use but whatever-he was tiered and wanted to go home! That's all!
"Fine, what is it?"
"You uh got a pen?"
A pen? What the hell did 'Bull-boy' need a pen for?
Ichigo studied the blonds' face searching for some type of explanation or answer.
"Look I'm not gonna ask for your number or your address or anything weird like that I'm just gonna write down some information."
The berry teen blinked. "Information?"
"Never mind, look just give me the pen and I'll let you continue you on your way, kay Ichi-bro?"
Ichigo still wasn't sure he should trust the other boy but he had wasted enough time as it was so…might as well move things along.
"Fine, here," Ichigo handed over his ballpoint pen and waited for the blond to write down the information or whatever but 'bull-boy' seemed to be waiting for something else.
"What? I gave you the pen."
The blond rolled his eyes and then without further warning he grabbed the berry teen's arm with a surprisingly gentle grip and scribbled down the information.
"Be sure you go here before four-thirty, knock twice before entering and then once you are inside you can tell that guy that Hitsugaya wants both skirts ready for the dress rehearsal next Friday, not just the one." With these words the boy showed the torn skirt into Ichigo's arms.
Errr what? Since when in the hell was Ichigo some sort of errand/messenger boy? And for the drama club no less?
'Is this what I've been reduced to?' After a moment the berry teen shook his head and mentally berated himself 'Wait! What the hell am I saying I'm the one who stormed outta there. Why should I care if-?'
"Ahem Ichi-bro still talking here."
Ichigo snapped out of his inner thoughts and his eyes flew upwards to the blonds' red ones one more time. "Um sorry I guess?"
The blond gave a careless shrug, "No harm, anyway that should do it Ichi-bro, no hard feelings bout earlier and all that right?"
"Um yeah sure I mean no I guess not."
Too much was happening. Too much had happened. Ichigo's mouth and brain were pretty much running on autopilot now.
'Bull-boy' seemed content with this answer, "Good, good well before I officially depart from you, I'm gonna let you know my name," he stepped forward into Ichigo's personal space and leaned forward just a little bit too close for comfort and Ichigo felt his breath hitch-he knew it was stupid but for a second it almost seemed like the other teen was going to kiss his cheek or his mouth or something.
Luckily he did not, rather the blond moved straight past and went for Ichigo's ear, "The name is Grantz, Ilfort Grantz I'm sure you've seen my twin roaming the halls a time or two. Not that it matters since he and I are as different as night and day."
And just like that as quickly as Ilfort had come, he left and Ichigo felt more confused then ever.
'What the hell just happened?'
Releasing a sigh Ichigo glanced down at his palm and read the message that Ilfort had written there.
Ishida Uryu
"TRIPLE THREAD"
Room 4-6-7, Fashion Club
Be here at 4:30pm no later
'Ishida hmmm for some reason that name sounds kinda familiar.'
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TBC
TEASERS/CLIPS:
BECAUSE YOU'VE EARNED IT!
Ishida Uryu was fully convinced that the best ideas came to him when it was just himself inside the room and the fabrics as his only company. Talking to fabrics might sound a bit strange but then again the bespectacled teen had always been a bit of a strange guy. Rather than thinking it to be a bad thing like most, Uryu enjoyed being strange because it meant he was unique and not a carbon copy clone.
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Whoever said it was impossible to have a hobby and a dream at the same time was a damned idiot.
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Uryu still talked to his mother on a daily basis and still joined her for tea and cake hour once a week.
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When Uryu first arrived at the fashion clubroom it had been nothing more than a storage closet.
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Not that Halibel would ever admit it out loud because her pride prevented her from doing so but she had a great deal of respect and admiration for the younger teen.
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SEE U AGAIN SOON. THANKS FOR READING AND YOUR PATIENCE
~SLY~