A/N Most of this is at the bottom, and I'm sure you are relieved about that XD Now just with the basics.

Disclaimer: Simple. I don't own Bleach or any of the songs I have used. That is all.

Warnings: Major OOC it seems like these past few chapters ( Sorry D: I intend to fully be more alert with this and more accurate ), Yaoi ( m x m ), random acts of stupidity, drama, cursing, and whatever else my seriously messed up imagination can come up with.

Next Day
Ichigo's House
Normal POV

Breaking News! Tensa gay? Stay tuned for more on this unexpected development! After this short commerci- 'Click'

The TV is turned off by a very irritated orangette nursing a heavy hangover that is currently sneering at the screen.

"I don't believe this. I don't fucking believe this. How could I be so stupid," running his hand through his hair, still not alive to the world completely, he makes his way to his closet and throws on some random clothes.

Once he's dressed and presentable, he curses when he realizes that he doesn't have this book bag with him. He shakes his head, but walks out the door on his way to school. There was no way in hell he could miss school today, or Rukia would kill him. Flinching at the thought that even if he somehow did survive Rukia there was still Shinji to deal with. What a fucking disaster. Glancing down at his watch, he frowns when he realizes that he's going to be late today.

Hisagi's POV

"I want you all the welcome Hisagi and treat him like you would any of your other peers. Now, please, take a seat. Anywhere is fine, as long as it's open," the teacher waves her hand in a bored fashion before writing something on the board that unfortunately resembles math.

Cringing at that fact, since I've never been too good at math, I make my way towards a seat near the window so that I can drift off into my own world whenever I want. It's not long before my mind wanders back to the incident last night. After the blonde had screamed out his surprise and the two of them had fought off the frenzied reporters, Tensa had finally seemed to snap out of whatever daze he was in.

"Oh my God... Don't tell me that..." Tensa asked in horror as he covered his mouth. "I shouldn't have... I just... Oh, no."

Before I even had any time to react to what was going on, Tensa has his cell out dialing a number, and yelling into the phone for whoever was on the line to 'Hurry and pick me the fuck up'. In all honesty, it would have been quite comical if I knew that he wasn't freaking out over the fact that he had kissed me. I had tried to help him get out and clear a way to his ride, but he seemed to flinch away anytime I got even remotely close to him. Guess I really did fuck that up.

Mentally slapping myself for being so fucking stupid, I actually try to pay attention to what the teacher is droning on and on about. I had heard that the other class was lucky enough to get a teacher that was having them write a song and perform it, and at this moment I was insanely jealous. While we're here learning how to do some shit that we'll most likely never use in life, they're over there working on an exciting project that doesn't require you to find exponent 'x'. Life is such a bitch sometimes.

Out the blue, whispers break out from the kids near the door. The teacher turns around, about to scold them no doubt, but then she also apparently sees what they're talking about as she stops mid yell looking out. Curiosity peaked, I look out and nearly gasp at the sight I'm met with. This had to be some kind of sick joke, it had to be. There was no way he could be here.

Ichigo's POV

Why the fuck is everyone staring at me like I have two heads or something? I force myself to come to school and this is what happens, people stare at me. Releasing a sigh, I go to walk in only to finally notice something. Was my hair always this long? My eyes widen when I realize why everyone is staring at me right now.

Shit.

I forgot that I didn't change back to my normal look. My hair comes to rest on my shoulder almost tauntingly, the black prominent against the white tee that I randomly chose in my rush. I blink and notice that the contacts are still in, also, completing the whole Tensa look. This is just great. Suddenly all the stress from last nights blowout over my secret being blown and the fact that I just possibly made the biggest mistake of my life crashes down on me and I do the one thing that I've rarely ever done before. The last thing I comprehend is the fact that I'm falling backwards towards the floor and that a voice strangely familiar, yet not one I hear everyday, yells my name and I'm out.

Hisagi's POV

Ok, so Tensa really is here. The reason why I'm not too sure, but I'll worry about that later. Right now the only thing that is important is the fact that Tensa just passed out and I don't think that awful sound that I heard when he hit the ground was a very good one.

"Tensa! Hey!" Pushing through the crowd that somehow gathered around in such a short period of time, I lean down and shake his shoulders, but I don't get any response. Searching frantically for someone I know, I pick out Shirosaki's stunned face among the people in the room. "Shirosaki, where's the nurse?"

This seems to catch him off guard as he looks at him, but he quickly recovers. "I'll take ya. Fallow meh," Shirosaki nudges his way around the students before calling out behind him. "Aizen, I'mma gonna take Hisagi and Tensa ta tha' nurse. Tha' ok?"

"Go right ahead. Make sure that Tensa isn't too badly injured," who I assumed is Aizen replies with a clearly fake look of concern as he watches us.

Picking up Tensa bridal style, earning a few gasps that I choose to ignore, I follow Shirosaki as he strolls in what seems a time consuming way towards the other side of the school. For some reason the air is tense and I feel like he's very uncomfortable being anywhere near the two of us.

"Is there something wrong?" I ask after a few seconds, watching carefully as he shrugs nonchalantly.

"Nah, it's nothin'. Just something tha' I'm tryin' ta figure out," he speaks slowly as if he'll miraculously find the answer he's looking for within that statement.

"You can talk about it if you want. I'm fine with listening," he looks over at me and stares me down for a few seconds before patiently shaking his head.

"It's fine. I'll figure it out eventually."

"If you're sure."

"I am."

Our conversation drops there and I huff. So much for trying to start a conversation with the guy. Thankfully I see a sign above a doorway indicating that we finally arrived at the nurse's office.

"I'll take it from here. You can go back to class, Shirosaki," he nods and slumps back towards what I figure is his classroom.

Managing to pull the door open, I look around inside for any case of life. I hear the squeaking of wheels before I see a lady roll out from behind a white curtain. The woman has black hair tied into a braid down her front and she smiles at me as she stands up from her chair.

"Hello. I am Unohana. What seems to be the problem?" The lady immedietaly cuts to the chase, not wasting any valuable time on a greeting.

"He," forcing my arms a bit higher to indicate who I'm referring to, "fainted out of nowhere. I think he hit the back of his head pretty hard on the floor," this information seems to catch her attention as she ushers me in and points to a pristine bed near the window.

"Lay him down there while I go get my materials," with a swish of her long white nurse coat, she turns and disappears behind another small door and I vaguely heard the sounds of doors opening and closing.

Without really a second thought, I lay Tensa down on the bed, careful not to jostle him or touch the back of his head in case he really did receive an injury from the fall. Within seconds the nurse returns with a handful of things, a few I recognize, like the gauze and the cotton swabs.

"This boy doesn't look familiar. Does he go to school here?" Although she seems to already know the answer, she proceeds to help Tensa anyways, lifting his head up and gently pressing a cotton swap to the back of his head, pulling it away to see if there is any bloodstain left over.

"No, he's not a student. He's Tensa. You know, the popular singer," she hums as she listens, indicating that I still have her attention.

"So what is he doing here?" I'm relieved to see that his head isn't bleeding, but that doesn't mean he isn't hurt.

"I'm not quite sure actually..." trailing off, I watch as she wraps some gauze around his head deep in thought.

"It appears as though he's just fine. Just in shock if I guess correctly. I'll send a note with you to the office to inform them of this incident," standing up, she walks over to her desk and pulls out a piece of paper, jotting down a few things before returning and handing me the piece of paper.

"Alright. Thanks Unohana," she smiles at me as I walk out the door, letting it shut with a silent click behind me.

On my trip to the office, I notice Grimmjow walking in my direction so I stop and wait for him to catch up to me.

"What are you doing out of class? Wait, I didn't even know you went to school, let alone this one," the realization hits me that I never really considered any other singers or other people in the entertainment industry actually attending school like me.

"Of course I go to school. Not like I have a fucking choice," Grimmjow growls out as he glares at me from the corner of his eye.

"Woah! Sorry! Didn't mean to say something to upset you. I was just asking," I shut my mouth when Grimmjow growls at me in obvious annoyance.

"If it's that fucking important," I vaguely notice how I never realized he used such language before, "the computers apparently aren't working so all the teachers have to send attendance down to the office. Aizen said I was being too loud so he made me do it. Stupid fuck..." he mumbles under his breathe the last part and I just roll my eyes.

Not really able to think of a reply, I merely keep quiet and the two of us walk in peace before Grimmjow decides to ask me something.

"So did you find out why Tensa was here?" Keeping my eyes forward, I keep a straight face.

"I know what you're thinking. No, I didn't tell him to come here and no, I don't know why he's here. He randomly showed up," Grimmjow sucks his teeth at the lack of dirt and goes back into his own little world, and I'm not about to snap him out of it.

It's not like I need people assuming that Tensa came here just to visit me with all the already unwanted attention that he seems to be getting. I tried to ignore all the little peeks people take or the whispers that they think I can't hear. Everyone's wondering why Tensa suddenly turned gay, or bi as most now believe, and most of the human population has decided to blame me. Even at my house this morning reporters swarmed me, trying to squeeze any information they could out me. Shaking my head at the horrible images from earlier today, the closest I could come to accurately describing them would be like a pack of hungry wolves.

The next thing I know, Grimmjow is throwing open the office door, quite violently it appears, and marching in with a deadly look in his eyes. I watch in interest, and slight fear, as he slams his hand with the paper down on the desk, the receptionist jumping nearly out of her seat.

"U-um... Is there a-anything I can help you with?" The small girl behind the counter asks, stuttering slightly at the vicious sight before her.

"Yeah, there is. I want to know why this one kid isn't here today. Ichigo Kurosaki. Know why?" Cocking my head to the side and folding my arms, I watch as the girl's eyes widen before she coughs slightly, effectively breaking eye contact.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know why he isn't here. We haven't received a telephone call and the computers are down so I don't know if an e-mail was sent," Grimmjow scratches the back of his head with the hand not on the table and pushes off, breezing past me as if I'm not here.

Smiling as I watch him storm out I step forward and hand her the paper from the nurse. Her eyes widen impossible wide as she looks down at the paper than back up at me, then back down at the paper once more before glancing up again.

"This isn't fake, right? Tensa is really in the nurse's office... right?" The girl's excitement at the chance that an idol is somewhere in the very building where she works begins to rub off on me as I nod, a stupid grin no doubt plastered on my face watching the girl practically bounce in her chair.

"Yeah, he is," the girl squeals and starts to stand up as I watch her call to the back about taking her snack break early.

"Oh, I can't believe it! I really want to know if what they said on the news was true," at this my grin starts to falter, a frown trying to peek through.

"What do you mean by that?" I venture cautiously in case she starts to, as most people call it, 'fan girl out' at the prospect.

"I'm sure you've heard the news that Tensa is actually into guys, right? It's a whole big thing on the news and everywhere! I mean, they found him last night with His... a... OH MY GOD!" The girl practically throws herself on me, but I manage to move to the side before she can grab me. "You're Hisagi! You're the one that kissed Tensa last night, aren't you! Oh, I can't believe it! The two celebrities that are supposedly 'more than just friends' are here! At my place of work! This is too good to be true!" I watch as she, for lack of better words, skips down the hallway to find and no doubt interrogate Tensa.

"Hey! Wait a minute! He's injured! You can't just go and..." I stop trying to yell down the hall at her as she's already skidded around the corner and took off, feet flying a mile a minute. "That's just perfect... Now everyone thinks that the two of us are in some sort of relationship..." muttering that under my breathe as I head for my classroom, I frown when I remember early this morning.

I don't even think he wants to see me or speak to me ever again, let alone be in a relationship. Stupid media and paparazzi are making it seem as though we've been dating on the sides for weeks. All I can hope for is that they don't discover that Nelliel and him broke up, or that would only add fuel to the fire. Accusations of me stealing him away from his girlfriend of almost a year would circulate like wild fire and be nearly impossible to keep controlled. Thinking about just how many things could go wrong, I realize that this whole thing is almost entirely hopeless. Everyone only wanted to hear what they wanted to believe, and that is exactly what they would do. This whole situation is utterly and completely hopeless.

Throwing the door open with a little more force than necessary, I check to make sure that my face is emotionless, hinting nothing at the internal conflict that I'm in. I ignore the stares that have only doubled after this afternoon crisis, taking my seat like nothing happened, but the kid next to me seems to have other plans. As soon as the teacher tells them to kindly 'Shut their mouths', he turns around and looks at me and I can practically feel him in my mind. I notice that the kid is playing with a gaming device under his desk, clearly not paying the least bit of attention to the lesson being taught.

"So, is what everyone saying in the news and around true or is it all just a hoax to gain attention?" The kid looks back down at the game, pressing a few buttons before he turns back to see me glaring at him.

"I don't know what you mean, and you can bet that I'm not going to tell you anything," the kid's expression doesn't change all that noticeably, but I somehow manage to barely catch a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

"Whatever you say. I'm sure I'll see something on the news before long anyways," mocking green eyes turn down back to his game.

I find myself turning to look out the window with a frown, but not at what the kid said. Ok, maybe a little, but mostly at what it was implying. It was almost guaranteed that something would turn up on the news before even a week goes by, more than likely a rumor or lie that someone made up just to keep the story hot and on the front of everyone's mind. I mentally cringe at all the possibilities. So many things could go wrong.

Suddenly, an ear splitting bell rings, causing me to flinch at the unwelcome sound. Closing my eyes and willing the pain to go away, I stand up and make my way outside to find something to eat as my stomach growled insistently since I didn't eat breakfast. It only took one time to eat breakfast with a hangover and spending a few hours later in the bathroom for me to learn not to mess with hangovers.

Rukia's POV

Rooftop

"CALM DOWN!" Patience finally snapping from Shinji's ranting and Renji's whining, I yell at both of them since they don't seem to show any sign of stopping their made tirades.

Shinji is walking from one side of the room to the other all while biting his fingernails like he's extremely worried, but I know better. Since this morning when I had ran into him as he was walking to school I discovered that Shinji's biggest problem with this whole outbreak was the fact that he didn't notice it, claiming that his 'gaydar' or something like that wasn't working.

Renji was just sitting with his back against the railing, practically pulling out his hair and screaming at us that we let his best friend turn into a real fruit and that he now had no manly friend, except for Chad, to fight with anymore. This of course led to Ishida challenging Renji to a sort of verbal warfare, arguing and fighting about pointless crap.

"Everyone here just needs to shut up so we can actually think about what has just happened," all eyes turn to me as I stand up and glare down at all of them, including Shinji who sat down in a pathetic lump almost in tears. "First off, Tensa is apparently gay, or bi, whatever. Don't even go there, Shinji. Second, he's no longer in a relationship with Nelliel. Last, and the most urgent for all of those who haven't been listening to me, Tensa is at our school and in the infirmary at the moment! Oh, and let's not forget that Hisagi carried him to the nurse like some sort of protective boyfriend," by now I'm screaming out my frustration at all of this as it turns out that it's all one big mess.

"Well what do you want us to do about it? It's more than blaring obvious that he doesn't need us!" Renji yells at me and before he's even given time to react, I kick him in the face. "FUCK!"

"Any more comments?" Looking around I notice Orihime start to mumble something softly.

"Where does that leave Ichi?"

Silence.

"I'm... not quite sure..." I trail off, really clueless as to where that leaves us.

"I'll tell you where it leaves him! As another fucking frui-" I kick Renji in the face again, blood trickling down his nose.

"SHUT UP ALREADY!"

"Ok, ok! I'm sorry! I just can't believe that he wouldn't tell us," the red head holds up his hands in a defense position as he peeks around them to see if I'm still a threat.

"I'm sure he's got some sort of good reason! Kurosaki-kun would never lie to us," Orihime pipes in as she looks at us with a sad look on her face and I feel truly bad for the girl.

Everyone, except Ichigo it seems, knows that the girl has had a huge crush on him since we were all in grade school together and all of us have seen her smile and endure through all the girlfriends Ichigo has had as Tensa. The girl is always smiling and happy, but it doesn't take a rocket scientist to know that she's more than just a little depressed at this whole ordeal. She's utterly heartbroken at the fact that Ichigo is gay.

"Still, he shouldn't have kept something so important from all of us," Ishida pushes his glasses back up the bridge of his nose and glares around, daring anyone to challenge his statement.

"The twig is right. He should have never kept that a secret. Does he think that we would think bad about him or something?" Shinji throws his hands up in frustration, clearly ignoring or missing the glare sent to him by Ishida.

"I don't know, but sitting here complaining about it isn't going to do us, or Ichigo, any good. Right now we need to be thinking up an excuse for him as to why he's here as Tensa. Anyone got any ideas?" Staring all of them down, I notice a light shine in Chad's eyes. "You got a plan Chad?"

"Yeah. What if he says that he used to go to school here and was visiting?"

Smiling, I skip over to him and pat his shoulder, which is extremely difficult to do since he's so much taller than me and I nearly have to jump to do so.

"That's a great idea! Now we just need to tell him! Renji, you can go tell him since you have a bloody nose and all-" the door to the roof is thrown open and I turn to glare at whoever it is, half expecting Grimmjow or Shiro to walk in like they own the place.

Imagine my surprise when it's not one of those idiots that answer, but a male with black raven hair. Dark gray eyes widen in shock at the sight he's presented with. Upon seeing the male that has been the main reason this whole mess was created, my control finally shatters. Shinji seems to have much the same problem as we both turn our sights upon Hisagi.

Hisagi's POV

Scratching the back of my head, I sigh and notice a staircase to my left. I decide it's a much more appealing option than trying to go back outside to find a spot to eat since as soon as someone sees me they immediately attack me and bombard me with questions about Tensa. The steps seem to lead to the roof and I silently pray that nobody up there will bother me about the Tensa problem. I reach the last step and throw the door open, my sights automatically zeroing in on the small group of friends situated in a small circle eating lunch. I notice Rukia Kuchiki is the only one standing up, pointing at the guy from last night with red hair. My eyes widen when I see the blonde from the night before and I begin to take a step back to leave them in peace, but before I'm able to make a safe run for it the blonde and Rukia lunge for me.

"I should murder you! How dare you do something like that to Ichi! It's all your fault!" The blonde drags me further onto the roof with the help of the petite girl, ranting on about someone that I don't even know.

"Wait just a minute here! I don't know what you're talking about!" Trying to save myself, I make a mad dash for one side of the rooftop, startling them since I don't head towards the door, and I miraculously manage to break away.

"Don't play stupid with me! You know very well what I'm talking abo-" A hand clamps over the blonde's mouth, effectively silencing him.

"I'm terribly sorry. We don't mean to be rude as I'm sure you've had a tiring day. Why don't you go to Ukitaki-sensei's room? It's always quiet in there except for his two assitants. Second floor, third door on the right," a guy with glasses and raven hair comments politely and I gratefully take that as my cue to leave.

"I guess I'll be going then," I quickly step around the Kuchiki glaring daggers in my direction and rush through the door and down the stairs, only stopping to catch my breathe when I know I'm a safe distance away.

After a minute of gathering my thoughts, I frown. Who the hell were those people and why did they seem so upset, more so than anyone else I've run across. But most of all, who was that 'Ichi' the blonde mentioned? Brushing it aside since it doesn't concern me or Tensa, I being to walk towards the classroom that the guy told me. Making a mental note to thank the boy later, I quicken my pace when I hear a chorus of girl scream somewhere behind me.

A/N So there ya have it :) The next chapter! Wooh! It didn't take an effin month to come out! What is this blasphemy?

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