A/N Hello again :D First things first, I noticed at least 3 mistakes that were pretty obvious last chapter and I would like to apologize. I fully intend to go back and fix them later on, but my main focus at the moment is just getting the story out there, so please overlook them. I would just kill to get Word that corrected my mistakes, but sadly all I have is me ;-; Thanks for your reviews again! I think I had a slight heart attack from happiness! Everytime I get a new one I do my little happy dance, so be glad that you're part of that!
SoulReaper1975: Yes, I do intend for this to be a ShiroxIchi :)
Bleach: No matter how much I wish I did, I do not own Bleach :( It belongs to Kubo Tite. Only this story's plot is mine.
Day One (After school, around 10 P.M. )
Downtown Karukara
Ichigo's POV
I had changed from my black skinny jeans and black tee into what I call my 'second skin'. I made my way to the bathroom, my now black bangs falling in my face and I brushed them aside. I could hear the clink of metal as the chains that hung from the pockets on my white skinny jeans met together with each step. I pulled open the top drawer, reaching to the far back and felt the cold smooth texture of my contact container. I pulled it out and popped it open, sighing when I saw the contacts with red irises. Holding my eyes open, I popped each one in and blinked a few times, making a desperate attempt to ignore how uncomfortable they were. When my eyes finally adjusted to the unwanted intrusion I glanced up.
There in the mirror was me, just a different me. Ichigo no longer existed, replaced by Tensa. Black hair that fell slightly longer down past my shoulders, due to temporary hair extensions, settled around a face with red eyes that had a slight brown tint to them, thanks to my natural eye color. A white shirt with a black cross design clung tightly to my torso which sat under a black leather vest that slightly hung over my white skinny jeans. It was no surprise that nobody had recognized me as Tensa yet, we looked absolutely nothing alike. The real me being full of bright colors with a bad-ass personality while Tensa was calm and not easily riled up with dark features. Snorting to myself in amusement at how everything was opposite of normal circumstance, I grabbed the bottle of eye drops, stuck them in my pocket, and headed out the door.
Upon arriving at the back door I was suddenly tackled by a lady with purple hair. Groaning from my new found spot on the floor I looked up to see Yoruichi on top of me, giving me a back breaking bear hug. When she finally looked up to see if I was still breathing, which I barely was, her yellow eyes suddenly filled with concern at what, I was sure, was the unhealthy color of my face.
"Ichigo, whats wrong? Your face is turning blue," she asked with a curious look.
"Geez, I don't know. Maybe it's the fact that you're trying to choke the living daylights outta me! Now get off me, I don't have this kinda time to mess around!" I yelled, effectively convincing her to get up.
"Now, now, Kurosaki-kun! There's no need to fret. Your limousine is waiting just a block down with your usual driver. Now go on, we'll see you there," Urahara, my manager, winked at me, fidgeting with the cuff of his sleeve.
Sighing with relief, I rushed out the back door. Black hoodie covering my face and hair so that nobody could recognize me and blow my cover and reveal that Tensa was spotted in the area. After a slight jog I spotted the familiar limo and exhaled a sigh of relief. Jumping into the back of the car I looked up to see Kenpachi laughing, his hand over his face, covering his one eye that had an eyepatch over it.
"I'll never understand why you don't just tell the world who the hell ya are. Blows my mind, Ichigo," he someone managed to get out.
Before I had a chance to respond Kenpachi stepped on the gas, leaving me to fall back in my seat with a quick curse, causing him to laugh even more. Silently shaking my head, I reached over to grab my black sunglasses to slip them on and pulled my IPod out. Sticking my earphones in I turned to some random song with a good beat and relaxed, letting the music lull me into pleasent unconciousness. It felt like it was five minutes later, though it was probably closer to half an hour, that we were pulling up in a line of limousines. Sighing, I noticed that people were starting at ours for obvious reasons. I was the only singer out there with a black limousine with red accents, so it wasn't very hard to miss. I could see people pointing and whispering about it and I just ignored it.
When we finally made our way to the front of the building the door was opened for me and I mentally prepared myself for the onslaught that was sure to follow the moment my feet left the car. Stepping out of the car, I was suddenly blinded by the flash of over expensive cameras, the shouts and squeals from fans, and the media yelling questions and congratulations over everyone else. Weaving myself around the mess of people I finally saw a dead shot to and through the door. Making my way towards it I felt something latch onto my arm and was relieved to see my girlfriend hanging on my arm with a smile.
Now, I know you're probably thinking "Wait, he's gay!" and that is indeed true, but if you also remember he doesn't want anyone to know. So, to keep it under wrap, he dates girls as Tensa so that nobody gets suspicious and, besides, they all eventually end up breaking up, letting the media make assumptions as they pleased.
My current girlfriend, Nelliel, her name is too long, was hanging onto my arm for dear life. Smiling down at her I slipped my arm around her waist and lead us inside, pushing all the sounds of whines from other girls to the back of my mind. I didn't hear that for long, as I soon heard the media starting up again and I heard the click of cameras shooting more pictures of the next unlucky victim, or victims in this case.
Looking over my shoulder, I saw that Yourichi and Urahara had finally arrived. Urahara was wearing a normal black suit, while Yourichi had a crimson red, one strap, floor length dress on. Smiling like I had first saw them for the night I turned around gave them a wave. Urahara saw it first and let a full blown grin stretch his face and he dragged Yourichi along with him over my way.
"Hello, Tensa-kun! You know, you really shouldn't be wearing your sunglasses at such a high class event. It could almost be considered rude," he smirked, knowing that the last thing I wanted to do was take my shades off and have people stare at my unnatural red eyes.
Just before I could manage a response that didn't sound like a smart ass, since I couldn't give my true personality away, a pure white limo pulled up. Not having a single doubt in my mind, I knew who would emerge from that limo. As expected, Shiro in all his white glory stepped out and smiled a feral grin right before the cameras flashed. He was wearing torn blue jeans that looked a little too tight, even for skinny jeans, and a white jacket over a black dress shirt and a white gold chain hung down to the middle of his torso. Fan girls pretended to have a heart attack and faint into their friends arms. Obviously pleased with himself, a smirk forming, he looked forward to meet my eyes, smirk falling away. I know I said that I shouldn't give my personality away, but sometimes I let myself slip through the act.
I barked out a laugh, looking away from those golden orbs lurking in black that was darker then the sky. Trying to save the situation, I brought the back of my hand in front of my mouth to make it appear as though I had merely coughed, but apparently it wasn't as convincing as I would have liked it to be. Urahara gave me a knowing look, Yourichi gave a slight chuckle, and Nel looked up at me, her brown eyes swimming with confusion, but I just shook my head at her, patting her sea green hair, effectively stopping the question before it was ever asked.
I knew that stopping Shiro would be alot harder to placate than Nel, though. I looked back to see him already making his way toward me, eyes screaming rage, white fists clenched to the point it looked painful. Oops. Guess he was still pissed about earlier today. That made me give another chuckle, not stopping myself in time. Crap... this was not going well. Maybe I should ask for a homeroom change? That definitely wouldn't help now, but it might stop future situations like this. Oh well, I'll ponder that later, here he comes, and is that a blue limo I spot? I hope not...
Shiro's POV
What the hell had that fucker laughed at? Just a look at me and he had laughed, no matter how hard he tried to cover it up. Does he seriously think that I would believe that little pathetic act of him just coincidently coughing when he looked at me? Bullshit, that's what I think that is. I was a few feet away when I heard the screech of tires abrubtly stopping. I looked behind me to see a huge, blue limo. Why not? Thank you, whoever is up there, for managing to fuck this up even more! The door was thrown open and there stood Grimmjow. He was wearing black jeans that were a whole hell of a lot skinnier then normal skinny jeans, a black shirt that fit him to perfection, and his hair was in his normal disheveled look. I had to admit, even though he was an asshole, he was one hot asshole, but I didn't go for that.
Deciding it better to pester Tensa then to deal with Grimmjow and his teasing about today, which I was sure was the reason he was grinning at me. My interest now focused on Tensa, I didn't miss the groan that he let loose, which was surprising since, normally, he was about as emotionless as Ulquiorra, one of my friends. Now, don't get me wrong. At least Tensa talked without practically being forced to; where as, Ulquiorra only talked when he felt it was necessary or when he was acting. Yes, I know. The most stoic and emotionless person I have ever met is one of the top actors today, ironic, right?
My curiosity now reaching new highs I started my advance on him again, only to be stopped with a hand to my shoulder. I looked down and, speak of the devil, Ulquiorra stood there. His raven black hair and green eyes with green tear marks etched onto his skin stood out against his pale white skin, exactly like mine. He shook his head, silently telling myself that whatever the hell I was going to do wasn't worth the trouble. Grumbling, I started walking to go around the man with now knowing eyes that, for some reason, really pissed me off. Right when I was standing next to him I heard someone calling my name from behind.
"Yo! Shiro! Wait up! I want to talk to you about our lovely day at school today! I think it's been the best first day yet!" Grimmjow yelled at me from behind, his voice practically dripping sarcasm.
Grimmjow jogged over to stand in front of me, completely ignoring Tensa and his friends, the former watching them with an amused expression. I internally groaned to myself. This is so not what I needed right now.
"So, how bout that Ichigo kid, huh? Quite the firecracker if I dare say. Not bad looking either," Grimmjow commented with a finger on his chin, like he was seriously debating something.
I snorted, greatly amused. "Ya', he's just one fine piece a' ass. Now if ya don't mind, I'd like ta be gettin' on my way," I tried to step around him, only to be blocked.
"Ah, there's no need to be so pissy bout it. I saw you staring at him while he was sleeping. I know I didn't mistake that look for something else. You were practically eye-raping the poor strawberry."
Knowing I couldn't really deny it, except for that last part, I worded my response carefully. "I wasn't eye-raping him. I was just observin'. Big difference thar', blueberry. Besides, ya look like you were enjoyin' tha' show just as much as me. Now, if you'll excuse me, I really should get going, unlike ya, I've got somewhere ta' be," I started trying to get around him again, only to be stopped once more.
"What the fuck do ya' want, Grimmjow?" I snarled, not being able to contain my rage anymore.
Holding up his hands in a sign of defeat he laughed, which only add fuel to the fire that was my anger and irritation.
"Whoa! Calm down there, snowflake. I was just trying to make friendly conversation. Nothing wrong with that, right? Besides, I just wanted to know why you were so frustrated in the first place. It's not like he did anything extrodinary or uncalled for, ne?" He threw his arm on my shoulder.
Suddenly from next to me Tensa started actually laughing. Not a chuckle this time. He bust out laughing. That was definitely a first. I had never seen him laugh before and for some odd reason it struck me as familiar. Knowing that there was no possible way that I had heard that laugh, I ignored the feeling, pushing it into the far side of my mind, more concerned about focusing at the miracle in front of me. It hardly took any time at all before he had composed himself, wiping a lone tear away from the corner of his right eye with the back of a finger.
"You guys really don't know how to hold a private conversation, do you? I knew that you guys didn't care who knew your personal life, but I would have never imagined that you would state it at such a public, crowded, high scale party. My, my. You two are just full of surprises. I can't remember the last time I laughed that hard," giving a final laugh he removed his sunglasses, hooking them on the pocket of his jeans.
"Look here, ya' little shit. I don't know who you think ya' are, but trust me, you aren't the big shot ya' think ya' are. Get that through your head," I sneered, noticing that by this time everyone was staring.
"I'll try to remember that. Oh, that does remind me. I believe a congratulations is in order for the both of you. Congratulations on second, Mr. Ogichi," now turning to Grimmjow he spoke in the same over polite manner, "and congratulations to you, too, Mr. Jaeggerjaques. Now, I am afraid I have to take my leave. I do hope to see you two gentlemen later on. My goodbyes," shooting them a quick wave he departed and dissapeared into the door with his friends.
"I really fucking hate him," I heard Grimmjow mutter seconds later.
I rolled my eyes, "Finally somethin' we agree on," and with that I finally managed to get around him and made my way to through the door, Ulquiorra by my side.
Approximately Thirty Minutes Later
Party Room
Urahara's POV
Here I was, not wanting to really be here, but unable to leave. I heard Yourichi yawn next to me and felt her shoulders relax as her breathing evened out. Slightly envious that she could fall asleep with all the noise in every direction, I scanned the room looking for Ichigo. I saw him over to the side, his arm wrapped around Nel's waist as he talked to other major people in the entertainment industry. One of them being Hisagi Shuuhei, a big time DJ that could be found in the center of everything at every party. Next to him there was Izuru Kira, a silent guy on all accounts. He never really talked much, preferring to stay to himself. He could only dream what the four of them were talking about since they hardly had anything in common.
Looking to the right of him, I saw Grimmjow sitting on a black leather couch with a clearly pissed off facial expression. I guessed it was due to the femenine boy that was known as Luppi. Hmm, guess the rumors had some truth to them. I had heard around that Luppi had taken an interest in Grimmjow and there was the evidence right in front of me. I smiled to myself, feeling a bit of pity toward the teal haired singer.
Looking to the left of Ichigo I spotted Shiro. I couldn't help but chuckle. He was at the bar arguing with the bartender, clearly frustrated and arguing about something, probably about how his drink hadn't been made right. It was widely known that Shiro was very meticulous with his drinks and refused to drink them if they were not perfect. Poor bartender, he couldn't have possibly known that he was going to feel the wrath of the albino.
Yawning, I stood up. I groaned softly when I felt the stiffness in my legs from sitting down too long. I looked down to see Yourichi stirring on the couch, her yellow eyes appearing from caramel colored skin. Smiling in apology I started to make my way toward the bar to see if I could do anything to help the scared bartender. Upon arriving, he immedietly rushed up to me, nervously cleaning a glass. Immedietly seeing his face up close I recognized him as HanatarÅ, a shy little guy with black hair with gray eyes. Smiling sheepishly, he asked if there was anything I wanted to drink.
"Hmm, not really. If you don't mind I would like to just sit here and relax. I actually saw you were having some trouble with Shiro so I came to see if I could be of any assistance," I smiled when he threw a grateful look at me.
After sitting there for some amount of time I felt like he was safe, since Shiro was gone, probably off to pester someone else. I spotted Ichigo still talking with the same two, Nel gone off somewhere, probably to go seek out her best friend, Harribel. I looked back toward Yourichi and let a small smile grace my lips at the sight of her passed out on the couch.
I started making my way over to Ichigo when I noticed a very drunk Ikkaku, a bald DJ that was on par with Hisagi, stumbling his way over to Ichigo and his group. Deciding that it was probably nothing, I shrugged it off and stayed at my leisurly pace toward my target. Just when I was nearing I heard shouting, so I finally focused in on Ikkaku who was now wearing a furious expression, his fists clenched at his sides. Just when I felt like it would be wise to step in before anything happens Ikkaku raised his hand, aiming it toward Hisagi's stunned face.
Everything started moving slow motion. I saw Ikkaku's hand flying toward Hisagi and a mere moment before it hit it's target someone had stopped him, catching his wrist. Everyone was looking by now, since Ikkaku had not made any effort to keep quiet. I already knew who had stopped the punch, but that didn't stop me from following the iron grip he had, up his arm, and to his face. Of course, Ichigo would have been the one to stop it. I looked around to see very stunned expressions, especially on Grimmjow's and Shiro's faces.
"Tsk, tsk," Ichigo shook his head, his voice calm and collected, "violence at a party? Where are your manners? I'm afraid that if you can't control yourself I'll have to ask you to leave."
Ichigo looked down at Ikkaku now, his swirling red eyes silencing any retorts and demanding obedience. I sighed. If Ichigo had it under control, I doubted that anybody else would need to step in. He let go of his wrist and I watched the clearly drunk men stumble away, probably to go lick his wounds and to try and repair his broken pride. Well, guess it's about time to go home, I mused to myself, feeling a smile appearing.
Grimmjow's and Shiro's POV
What the fuck was that? What the hell? How did Tensa do that?
First off, thanks to all my reviewers... again. I went out into the living room and did a little dance singing "Five reviews, who's got five reviews? I do, I do!" and my mom looked at me like I had lost my mind :D Oh well! Secondly, I apologize for any OOC that might have appeared. This chapter actually gave me a bit of a problem, bad sign for only the 4th chapter, ya? I finally get on a role and my mom comes in and tells me to get off -_- BAH! Stupid school. Good news though, I finally got an idea for some drama, hopefully I can use it :D Muahahaha! Hopefully I can get another chapter out tomorrow! And I think I got over 10,000 words! Wooh!
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