Title: Pose For Me: World's worst case scenario.
Author's notes: The characters are going to be a little bit OOC. Yaoi, smut, coarse language.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
Right there, behind the clothes rack, I saw something that I wish I'd never seen. It's something that I just want to un-see so badly, but it's been stained to my eyelids. Now, I have the fucking pleasure of seeing it every time I blink. Great! Wonderful, just fucking wonderful! At that moment, I should've walked out, put my resignation on Ishida's desk, gotten a green card, and left the country. But I didn't, and now I'm regretting it. Nope, I stood there, looking like a fucking prude, gawking.
"Oh, God, Grimmjow! You're so big!"
"I know, now stop struggling!"
…Is anyone else hearing this? Or am I only one that was doomed to be in this place at this time? The woman's orange hair was sprawled out at the bottom and I could see enough of her bust to know that I didn't have to see anymore. The rack was rattling and the girl squealed with what sounded like forced excitement as the man above her moved with quick, yet surprisingly erotic pulses. I was going to fucking vomit.
The clothes on the hangers tussled around, some of them falling to the ground or hanging one sleeve off of the hangers likes some earthquake was taking place. Then the words were cut out; the only thing you could hear then was a light squishing sound, slapping, and a lot of grunts and squeals. I can't believe I just described what I heard. That just proves my point: I should have left.
Strangely, I did see one thing, smoke. What, was the friction so much that there's smoke coming? It made me shiver just thinking about it. But really, smoke was coming from the scene of the crime. The whole dressing room smelled wholly of cigarettes. Sadly I had to interrupt the porno movie with a cough.
In response to my cough, I saw a head poke out from underneath a coat. It looked thoroughly irritated. That face… as soon as I saw that face, I realized why the company had someone like that as their top model. Blue eyes sharp, determined, and even had an ominous feel to them; they complimented his hair, also blue but lighter, jetting out in all different directions, falling all over his face. His nose was sharp and looked a little crooked but only crooked enough to give it a handsome, chiseled point. His mouth bent in such a way that it almost seemed like he was pouting.
Such an amazing face… gone to fucking waste with his shitty personality!
"Need something?" he asked, in the middle of sex, hands were pressed against the ground and the girl didn't seem the least bit disturbed by the fact that he diverted his attention. Such arrogance in his voice! I wanted to punch this guy. I tried not to notice what he was doing, I really did try. I even shut my eyes because I could feel all the blood in my body rushing to my cheeks and down to places I didn't want to have to deal with right now.
"Um…" I didn't know what to say. He saved himself from a lot of cussing just because I hadn't met him before but I knew I was going to hate him. Before I could say anything else, the girl under the clothes rack interrupted me.
"Sweetie… finish!" She whined like a bitch. God, I hated people like that. The two of them made me want to throw up. The dressing room shouldn't be used as a place to fuck.
"Wait, one minute, enjoy the show," He put his index finger up to indicate 'one moment'. With that, he slipped back under the clothes rack. And with a few more hard-hitting slaps, high-pitched squeals, and a final scream. He popped back out. He was pulling his jeans up… it was not pretty… I could see some of his junk hanging out. On the other hand, the girl was completely naked and putting on her underwear right in front of me. She put a dress on and left.
He was drying his hair with a towel.
"I just got out of the shower," he rubbed the towel all over his spiky sapphire-blue hair and it started shining in the lights in the dressing room, "Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez." Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, the man I had just met fucking a woman.
Did he bother to shake my hand or even look at me? No! How can someone who's so high on his horse see someone who's down to earth like me.
"I'm—"
Even when I tried to introduce MYSELF, he cut me off. Wow.
"Ichigo Kurosaki, yeah I know. You're the new guy."
"Were you just…" I was going to ask were you fucking in the dressing room, but he didn't let me. He snapped at me like I'd said something wrong.
"What?! The newbie's already fucking questioning everything I do? If you happen to have a better solution for my morning wood, I'd love to fucking hear it!"
I didn't say anything. I was really pissed. Really, really fucking pissed. I'm not very good at controlling my anger. I'll break out like the hulk. I'm serious, I won't hold back on the cussing. I don't care how high up you are, you will not insult my ego. Opening my mouth, I started to say something, but it didn't come out. I don't know why, it must be Grimmjow's intimidating nature.
"No, I j-just…" Cover up, c'mon Ichigo say something intelligent! "I-Ishida's looking for you."
"Oh, him," Grimmjow talked about Ishida like he was talking about some pest or nuisance. It's disgusting how little respect he gave his manager, "he'll find me soon enough."
I just nodded and still looked down at the ground. I needed to sneak out of there as soon as I found my outfit.
"I need to go… First photo shoot," I struggled to get out. My bad boy, gutsy show was short-lived, dammit.
"Where's your outfit?"
"R-Right there…" I pointed over to the clothes hanging on the hanger, separated from the rest.
"Ok, well, hell, put them on, kid!"
"…Here...?"
"Yeah, do I have to spell everything out for you? Here, in front of me!"
Grimmjow wanted me to strip in front of him, while he's watching. This is not good. I did not sign up for sexual harassment on my first day.
"Well, um, Jaegerjaquez-san, you see, I'm not really…"
"Shut up! Holy fucking shit, just do what I tell you to! And call me Grimmjow for God's sake!"
My eye was twitching with irritation. I don't think anyone has ever managed to make me this mad in such a short period of time. I guess I had no choice. Boy, this was a lot like highschool when we got bullied but I'm a fully grown adult and I'm still letting jerks like him kick me around. Pulling my shirt off, I grabbed the outfit, put it on. Then, I had to take my pants off. Unbuckling my belt, I realized that Grimmjow was staring at me, with a rock hard stare.
"Can you turn around?" I asked politely.
"Why?"
"Because… I'm taking my pants off." I didn't think I needed a better reason than that.
"Yeah, no, you need more confidence than that you idiot! That's what the modeling business is about," his large hands grabbed my pants and pulled them right off. I wish the earth opened a giant hole and eaten me. Or better, I died on the spot. All the blood rushed up to my face as I started screaming.
"What the fuck was that for!" I put the outfit's black pants on as quickly as I could. "Stop looking!"
For crying out loud, I'm stuck with an overconfident, pedophilic asshole! Busily, I hustled up the rest of my clothes and pushed them to the side and I got ready to make a run for it. It was almost like I could see the door getting farther and farther away from me.
"Tch, tch, tch," Grimmjow clicked his tongue, crossed his arms and moved towards me, slowly, "That's NOT how you do it."
Now, I was terrified that he might just end up stripping me down all the way.
"Huh? What are you talking about?" I looked down to see if I was missed a button or something went wrong but nothing was wrong. "There's nothing wrong with it."
"That's the problem."
"What." I was so confused. So he wants something to be wrong with me?
"Everybody likes a bad boy, Ichigo," already, he's calling me by my first name, "Just do this…"
He unbuttoned my shirt. He insisted on taking off the entire shirt but I slapped his hand away. Then he practically dragged the pants off of me. The pants hung ever so loosely over my hips.
"This is all your gonna get on your first day. This shitty outfit," he was carefully eyeing my outfit with a finger on his chin. Slim eyes slid to my arms as he rolled up my sleves on the simple white button up shirt. As soon as he turned around and crouched at the trunk that was placed conveniently in the dressing room. I started running but was pretty quickly stopped by Grimmjow.
"The fuck you think yer goin'?" his voice sounded harsher than before. Guess he didn't like it when people defiled him. He better get used to it because I'm a complete bad ass.
...
WHO THE FUCK AM I KIDDING?
"Uh... No where..." I gritted my teeth.
"Good, take this."
Grimmjow handed me a fedora. This is ridiculous! I'm going to get fired on my first day. Before he slapped it on my head, he messed up my hair. Then, I thought the let's harass the crap out of Ichigo time was over, so I started to move. Then he spun me around. Suddenly, his nose crinkled up and he started stabbing my crotch.
"CAN YOU FUCKING NOT?!" I finally fucking screamed at him. Do not, DO NOT, at any point in time, stab someone's crotch.
"Yer not hard?" he asked with a quizzical look on his face. I realized that he thought I was going to get hard from him fucking some other girl behind the clothes rack. No way in hell... to be honest, I was a little hard but it wasn't noticeable.
"You gay?" he asked teasingly. That prick. Why did he give two shits if I was gay or not? For his information, no I'm not fucking gay!
"No," I answered. Now I was getting really mad, one more push of a button and I was going to blow up. I was this fucking close to leaving. My eyes grew enormous at what he had just done. The blue-haired bastard's hand crept onto my crotch and unzipped my pants. I wanted to move away, so bad, I just wanted to punch him.
The sly sound that a zipper makes sounded like the cry of Satan in my ears. Large hands grabbed my member and his face drooped down and tilted itself right in front of me. With unreasonable amounts of strength, he pushed me into to the wall. Oh fuck, no Ichigo, tell him to fuck off!
"Yer cute..." Bloody hell, I'm not cute! I wished he'd just get his filthy hands off of me!
His spitefully skillful hands slid themselves into my underweaer and he almost got away with it all. Before he even had a chance to make any moves-
"Goddammit!" I yelled and pushed him away. Pulling on my pants, I zipped them up and never looked back. Right as I was about make a mad dash out the door, I turned around to finally flip my shit at him. The flame of anger burned intensely in my eyes. It burned so much, I thought I was going to cry.
"No! Fuck you! I'm quitting! You're the biggest asshole I've ever met, what the fuck is your problem! You stripped me, you bastard! For fuck's sake, the first thing I saw you doing was a woman in the dressing room behind the clothes rack and I'm supposed to be your co-worker?! Think again, asshole!"
I never want to see that face again. What if someone heard about what he did to me in the dressing room, while on shift? I could never show my face to anyone ever again. Despite what people might think, I didn't take things like this too well: too many love failures, that's all. I'm gonna be seen as the gayest fuck to ever hit the world.
Ishida's face was really surprised as I ran up to his desk, slammed my hands on the desk, and started blowing steam off at him to, "Assign me to another manager or department or some shit like that or I'm quitting!"
He looked really shaken up. My impact had moved some papers so he fixed that, pushed up his glasses, and asked, "Why?"
"Gr- You don't need a reason!" I wasn't about to tell him that I almost got raped by the agency's top model. I couldn't tell anyone what had happened. That could cause Grimmjow his job, like I cared, but more importantly, my reputation.
"I'm sorry, Kurosaki-kun, you can't quit! Urahara told me that you are to stay here, with me, in this department. Those were his exact orders. I'm telling your Kurosaki-kun, we can't even give you your editor job back unless you stay here."
"Fuck you! I'm not staying here! Tell his ass that I quit!"
Breathing like a wild animal, I stormed out of there with whatever dignity I had left, which, mind you, was not much. I purposely slammed the door behind me and didn't bother to take even one second to glance back. Unpatiently, I jammed the elevator's 'down' button. It took forever to get there and each moment felt really painful as I waited for it. God, I hated being judged or embarassed! So much stress on the first day at work, it's no wonder I broke out like that.
In the elevator, I pulled out my cell phone. The least I could do now is call up Urahara-san and apologize. Scrolling down my contacts, I pressed call on 'Kisuke Urahara'.
"Hello, Urahara-san?" Huffing into the speaker, "Urahara-san... I-I'm quitting. I can't take this job, please."
"Ichigo-san, Ichigo-san? Is that you? What happened, you sound awful." Awful I was.
"I-I can't do this, Urahara-san, I quit."
"Ichigo, what are you saying?" From the other side of the line, I heard a half-hearted laugh, "It's only you're first day."
The elevator door opened and I walked out, the phone still shaking in my hand.
"Ichigo, you there?"
"Yeah... Urahara-san, I am," I rubbed my temples, "I can't go back there."
"Ichigo, listen to me, you need to take that job!" His voice was a little more forceful. Urahara never forced anything on me as long as I remembered. Neither has he ever done anything to me that didn't help me.
"Why?!" I yelled into the phone, agitated at everybody's persistence.
"I'll explain everything to you. Where are you right now?"
"I'm getting in the parking lot under the building. I'm getting into my car."
I opened the car door when he said, "Ok, tell me when you're sitting down in your car."
Sitting down, I replied, "Now I am."
"Ichigo, take a deep breath. I'm going to explain why you're going to listen to me and keep your job."
Uneasily, I put a hand on the steering wheel and put my keys in the cup holder, "I'm listening." Anxious fingers tapped on the steering wheel as I waited for him to say something. There was a long pause before Urahara started talking again.
"When was the last time you saw your family?"
The last time I saw my family? What was with this random question? I started to think... The last things I remember were my sisters marriage, my dad's job relocation, and Yuzu's pregnancy. Days? Weeks? No, months, eight months to be exact.
"Eight months," I answered after long thought. I felt really selfish because I hadn't even given a single moment of thought to someone as important as my family.
"A lot has happened in those eight months," it was like I could feel the tension in his voice pulling on the line, "I mean a lot. Do you remember Yuzu conceived before you left for your work and your dad left for his work? Well, we found out that there's been some complications with the pregnancy. She's in serious trouble and she and her baby have been put on 24/7 hospital surveillance until the due date. There's a good chance that neither of them will survive."
My eyes grew enormous as he told me this. I hadn't heard anything about this! My family has always been my first priority, why did it change now? Ashamed... So ashamed that I almost let Yuzu slip away without even bothering to find out if something was wrong.
"You're dad was relocated to the scene of the nuclear explosions voluntarily because he wanted to help the victims there. It didn't turn out too well for him," Urahara's voice started shaking, and I was bracing myself for the worst case scenario, "His job caused him to be exposed to large amounts of radiation. Now, he has acute radiation poisoning and cancer."
The phone fell from my lifeless hands and hit the car floor with a soft thud. I could still hear Urahara's voice on the other side of the line.
"Ichigo? Ichigo! Are you there? Ichigo!"
After a minute of him calling and me just staring at nothing, the line was cut. I put my head on the steering wheel. My eyes burned, my heart was stinging and I thought I was going to have a heart attack. Droplets of salt water, tears, started dripping from my eyes. Before I knew it, I was crying like a baby. Caring about the people around me was the last thing on my mind. I don't think anyone saw me.
Finally, I started calming down. Putting the keys into the key hole, I started up the engine. I was just about backing out of the parking space when I heard a loud knock on the glass. Actually, I thought about ignoring it but I looked anyways.
There was Urahara with his green and white striped hat and black trench coat. I rolled down the window.
"Move to the passenger seat," he motioned for me to move over. I went around the car to the passenger seat and Urahara sat in the drivers seat.
"Urahara-san," I wiped any left over tears with my sleeves, "W-What are you doing here?"
"Hah," another half-hearted laugh as he pulled his hat over his face, "It wasn't easy for me to tell you this. I came running here because I didn't know what had happened to you when the line suddenly got cut."
"I-I'm sorry..."
"No, Ichigo, I'm sorry. I wasn't supposed to tell you any of this. The only thing I was supposed to do was get you a high-paying, honest job."
"I still don't understand, why couldn't you tell me?"
"Your dad's cancer and radiation poisoning can still be cured, it's just going to take a lot of time and money. Same goes for Yuzu. I offered to pay for both of their treatment but, Isshin said he'd die before ever putting me in debt or taking that much money from me. The last thing he wanted to do was trouble any of his kids whose life was going well. At first, your dad's plan was to use the insurance money once he dies to pay for Yuzu's treatment."
"T-That's insane!" Shit, I wanted to cry again. But I'd already cried myself dry.
"I know. So I was only left with one option, to put you in an honest, high-paying job. Because, if you paid for your dad's treatment or Yuzu's treatment, there's a chance that he'd accept it from you."
I didn't say anything. Some people put pride in front of their life. I do that, I probably got that sense of pride from my dad. Urahara pulled his hat even further onto his face but I saw a lone droplet slide down his cheek and hit his trench coat leaving a spot darker than the rest of the felt.
"Actually, during the nuclear plant explosion, most of my top models were on location for a very special, exclusive photo shoot. Most of them died on the spot or 24 hours later due to severe radiation poisoning. But my utmost important model didn't attend that photo shoot. Can you guess who that was?"
Oh no. Not him. Please don't say his name.
"Grimmjow, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez. My company is on a steep decline. He's basically the only thing keeping my company from going bankrupt but he can't hold bankruptcy off himself. You have the figure, the potential, to be our company's top model and get us back up there, so I gave you to the manager who Grimmjow managed by. If you do well enough, you'll be paid tons and tons of money. It's a fair trade-off. I knew your editor job couldn't be enough to pay this."
I was utterly shocked. It was a lot of information to take in at once. But this whole time, Urahara was thinking about him? The situation didn't seem as bleak as it did before. There's a chance that he can save his entire family even if it means...
"I-I'll do it, Urahara-san!"
... Having to put up with that asshole. Grimmjow.
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