AN: Sorry for the late update, I went out of town for one week (although its work related, I was able to enjoy the sun and get some tan.. wink) Anyway, I got inspired with my trip so I was able to write some things up, but they are all 'scketches' so far.. I'll be posting them as soon as I finish the details.
Anyway, here's the continuation, I hope you'll like it, because they will finally see each other after painfully thinking and planning what to wear.
Disclaimer: Until I marry Kubo, I cannot even co-own bleach (darn)
I mentioned some brands, just got lazy to re-write the here.. Anyway, you would know that they aren't mine either. (hihi)
Kurosaki Ichigo was the first to arrive at Gotei Hotel's restaurant, he was actually relieved to see an empty table reserved under the name of Urahara Kisuke. Of course, he wouldn't want to give that old hog the luxury of teasing him should he arrive late – especially if that midget super model would arrive before him – hah! He can only imagine the humiliation and embarrassment it would bring him! He smiled triumphantly as he glanced at his Rolex watch - six minutes after seven, he noted. They are late.
They have to be here any minute now. Japan's youngest television CEO told himself. Wait! What if that old man Kisuke is just kidding me?! What if there isn't really a meeting?! What if he's just playing with me all along?!
Feeling a sudden gush of panic, he tried looking around to see any familiar face. Of course, if Urahara Kisuke would play a sick joke on him, he would definitely ask people – people THEY KNOW to watch him as he stupidly fall for his evil plans. Hell, he might even videotape the whole thing and post it on youtube the next day!
Damn him! If this is a big joke, I swear I'm going to kill that old bastard! Godfather or not, I'm going to make Yourichi-san a widow before midnight tonight! A waiter who was about to give him the menu backed out upon seeing the murderous look forming in his amber eyes.
"Ichigo-saaaaaaan!!! I can see that you're quiet early! My, aren't we excited?" The pale yellow haired man, who was the object of his murderous thoughts a while ago suddenly appeared on his side, grinning under his favorite fan.
"I'm not early! You were late!" the younger man retorted, blushing a little bit. "And what's with that clothes?! We are going to meet a client! What kind of impression are you going to give them with that kind of rag you are wearing!" he added as veins started to pop out of his head.
Amused at his godson's rant, Urahara Kisuke grinned as he took the seat beside him. "Ouch. I'm being blasted verbally by my very own one-and-only beloved godson! I am soooo offended." The older man said in an overly dramatic voice and expression.
"You know how your godfather hate formalities Ichigo-san, what is so wrong with this shirt and slacks anyway? Well, unlike some orange head I know, who really went out of his way to dress up to impress a certain Kuchiki doll, I don't have the resources to buy Armani polo and Ralph Lauren jeans." He continued, glancing at Ichigo's white Armani polo and Ralph Lauren jeans.
Gritting his teeth and blushing tremendously, Ichigo glared under his breath, "You are Japan's 12th riches man, goddammit! And I DID NOT DRESS UP FOR THIS MEETING!!! I am just dressing up appropriately because we are meeting an important client and we are representing Tokyo Zangetsu – unfortunately for me, my genius godfather/Vice President for Entertainment seemed to have lost his mind and forgot that!" What have I done to deserve this man for a godparent?? He sighed, closing his eyes exaggeratedly – not wanting to look at the old man.
"Come on Ichigo-san, it is normal to feel the nerves and be a bit nervous – but you don't have to be jumpy like that. You see, she might notice! That wouldn't be pretty, isn't it?" ignoring his rant and obvious murderous state, Urahara Kisuke winked at his godson, with a malicious grin.
"Shut up!"
"Kisuke Urahara?"
"That will have to be me, Mi lady." Flashing a big smile, the skinny producer accepted the smaller girl's handshake, assisting her as she took her chair.
Ichigo's attention was caught by a blonde freckled girl, around Rukia's height. And who could this be? He thought.
"This is Kurosaki Ichigo, our "boss". The new Chief Executive Officer of Tokyo Zangetsu" Kisuke said casually, as he gestured them to shake hands.
"Oh. So you are the famous Kurosaki eh? I've heard so many things about you" Saguraki Hiyori said with a smirk as she shook the orange haired CEO's hand.
"He was very insistent to get your client for this new show. To tell you honestly, this was actually HIS idea, and the whole show was tailor made for Ms Kuchiki." His good-for-nothing godfather exclaimed even before he could greet the new comer.
"WHAT THE.. !! I DID NOT..!" Shocked at his godfather's remarks, Ichigo blurted out rather loudly. Enraged, Ichigo shouted, oblivious to the attention he is suddenly getting from the other customers. Which fortunately - or unfortunately for him, he was cut mid sentence by the arrival of a certain somebody whom, he was anticipating to see.
Come on Kuchiki.. deep breath.. deep breath.. you are here on a mission. Don't you dare embarrass your self in front of that Kurosaki. It took Kuchiki Rukia several seconds before she had the courage to step inside one of Japan's most coveted restaurant, taking several deep breaths before smiling to the valet, aware that everybody's attention is now on her 4'9 figure.
The smallest international super model walked up to the reserved table as if she is gliding on air, with her toes as if not touching the ground. Yes, she is using her signature walk in the catwalk, trying very hard not to look tensed and nervous – smiling at every adoring gaze she sees.
Wearing a white Grecian inspired flowing dress, long enough to be a night dress, but short enough to be a blouse. Her small delicate shoulders accentuated by golden brooches, holding the whole dress ensemble with three tear-like diamond drops sparkling shamelessly against the pure whiteness of the cloth. The dress is draped elegantly, emphasizing each delicate curves that the owner has, its neckline opening from shoulder to shoulder, giving off a fair view of her silky shoulders, back and upper chest, with its length stopping a few inches below the her thigh. A black satin shorts hiding just underneath the shimmery garment is a welcome surprise to the prying eyes, adding more mystery and seduction to the owner. To cap her outfit, Rukia elegantly gathered her hair up for an elegant French twist, her creamy white neck exposed, her ears hosts to golden chandelier earrings with amethyst crystals.
For the second time since the first time he saw her, Kurosaki Ichigo felt his world coming to a sudden halt. What is it with the petite super model that turns his world upside down, he doesn't really bother to think, swallowing three times to ease his uneasiness. No.. Don't look at her, Fuck. Don't look at her!! Don't give her the satisfaction that you actually are looking at her and finding her beautiful – wait, beautiful isn't even enough to describe her! She's gorgeous.. no, scrap that.. she's just too.. perfect..Aw shit. The orange haired CEO practically scolding himself for out rightly drooling over the Kuchiki princess. It took all his might and will power to snap out of his hypnotism and look away from her, trying to put his dwindling attention to the menu in front of him. That's it Kurosaki, think of food! Food! Food! …gaaaaah! Food!! Not flesh!.. Darn!FOOD!! Big droplets of sweat now forming in his tangerine nape and forehead despite the heavy air-conditioning in the Gotei Hotel.
"Ooops, I guess I need to apologize for being late, I should really have brought my driver with me but.."
"You mean you drove?!" Saguraki Hiyori glared, giving Rukia the "oh-no-not-again" look.
"Errr, He's got a family emergency and I didn't want to bother him Hiyori-san" the raven haired girl explained, trying to stop herself from silently examining the orange haired man seating across her.
Kurosaki Ichigo opted for a casual look. Donning a white Armani log sleeve polo, folded carefully, giving emphasis to his well-toned arms, a silver Rolex watch in his left arm, and a Ralph Lauren faded pants completing the laid-back, casual look. For Rukia, he looked so dashing, she would know a few male models who would go bankrupt should Ichigo decide to pursue modeling.
"Well, well, well, If I may introduce my self and my BOSS, mi lady" Urahara Kisuke strecthed his arms, poking the 'oblivious' Ichigo in the process.
"Urahara Kisuke, your humble servant, and this young guy over here, is my BOSS, the new Chief Executive Officer of TV Zangetsu, Kurosaki Ichigo. I believe you have already met?" the blonde haired producer/director smiled sheepishly as he offered his hand to the smaller raven haired girl.
"It is a pleasure to finally meet the genius behind many groundbreaking movies and projects" Rukia replied, using her 'adorable' smile that makes Ichigo winced of annoyance.
"And Oh, it is great to see you again Kurosaki-kun" vowing her head a bit, trying to avoid his gaze.
"Same here" the orange haired managed to reply in between glaring at Urahara and flashing his infamous scowl.
"So, maybe we could get down to business" a pouting Hiyori exclaimed, breaking the uneasy exchanging of gaze between the two youngsters.
"Ah, nothing beats dinner while discussing show business" Kisuke announced as called on the waiters.
All throughout the dinner/meeting, Ichigo can't help but be bothered by Rukia's dress. The dress was gorgeous – yes, and it fits her so perfectly that she looked like a Greek-goddess personified, the hardest part of it though is ignoring the fact that everybody in the freaking restaurant is looking at her with interest and fascination. Kurosaki Ichigo is not he jealous type – but he sure doesn't want to share his 'things' to everyone, especially if this 'thing' is a certain raven haired midget who happen to sit unassumingly across him. Screw that dress. As he tries to throw deadly glares to each and every man looking at her way.
"Is there something wrong with your steak Kurosaki-kun?" Hiyori innocently asked, as she watched him scowl at every male species in the room.
Rukia, who tried to be quiet most of the time shot him a quissical look her dark blue eyes finally meeting his auburn orbs.
"I… I…" Shit. Say something useful.. say something useful.. Fuck Kurosaki.. don't stammer.. don't stammer…Gaaaaah!! Ichigo felt his stomach twitching, never in his entire life had he stammered – and worst, in front of Kuchiki Rukia AND Urahara Kisuke.
"I.. I need to go to the comfort room…please excuse me" he finally said, only to realize the implication of his words afterwards, as he overhear Kisuke whispering something about the medium rare steak and upset stomach. Oh God!
Rukia knew that she was winning in their self imposed silent war. She smiles triumphantly as finishes her smoked blue marlin.
"Excuse me, Kuchiki Rukia?" A tattooed red haired man suddenly appeared on her side grinning shyly as he scratches his flaming red hair.
"I…I'm sorry for popping out like this, but I'm a huge fan. I'm Abarai Renji"
After a few minutes of composing himself, Ichigo decided to go back to his chair, only to find Rukia missing, and worst – talking to some tattooed guy on another table.
"Oh, I hope it's okay that Rukia-chan has to leave the table for a while." Hiyori informed him as he seated himself.
"Shush, its okay Hiyori-san. We are almost finished anyway. Let's give our Kuchiki-san a break, besides, its not everyday that you get to meet your long time crush ne?"
So, he is a fan. Hah. What kind of a basketball freak would go star struck over that midget, enough to bring her on his table. To think that I used to watch hi games. What a total bummer. Ichigo knew the guy, in fact, they have been introduced before. Abarai Renji is one of Japan's well loved athletes – being the only Japanese to make it in the NBA.
"Yeah, Rukia's been secretly going gaga over him. She's a big sports fan. She's been begging me to look for a project with him so they could meet up, but it seems like fate has its way on certain things and certain people" Hiyori smirked as she glanced over her shoulder to see Rukia gigling at something the red haired cager is whispering to her.
Kurosaki Ichigo felt his heart beating so fast. Never in his entire life had he felt this kind of emotion so close to rage. You are just mad because she's now flirting with another guy. A small voice inside his head taunted him, adding fury to his rage. No Rukia, you cannot get way from me – not this fucking time. With a dark shadow glooming over his face, he coldly said his goodbyes to the two figures in the table. Without looking back, he headed for the door. Kisuke smiled knowingly at his godson while Hiyori bade him goodbye, apologetic that Rukia wasn't able to thank him for the project.
Just before Ichigo reached his two-door Carerra, he reached for his phone and dialled a number.
"Ishda… "
To be continued
Yup.. he called Ishda, 'the news anchor' .. are you wondering why?