Ichigo groaned and rolled over, trying to get his face out of the sun. Ichigo tried going back to sleep but he couldn't. His head was pounding too hard and his stomach felt too sick, the neighbours were also making quite a lot of noise. He groaned again. Fucking sun. Fucking light. Fucking Neighbours. Fucking hangover. Fucking Alcohol. Fucking Shinji.

Ichigo couldn't even really remember what happened last night. The last thing he remembered was dancing in a club called 'Purple' and true to the name everything inside was purple, everything from the glasses to the walls and chairs. The last thing he remembers, clearly, was that it had been hot and he had been grinding up against some random girl.

Ichigo groaned again and tried desperately not to throw up. He flung his arm over his eyes and spread his other arm out on the bed. Or he tried to but ended up whacking someone's chest. Ichigo sat up with a yelped and looked down to see who was sleeping beside him, panicking slightly.

"Wha' th' fuck man," Shinji grumbled from beside me.

Ichigo sighed in relief and laid back down. "Sorry."

Shinji just grumbled and turned over going back to sleep. Ichigo's mind was still too groggy to really comprehend anything so he soon followed Shinji and fell back asleep.

He woke up later feeling worse than he had before, if that was even possible. Ichigo growled and got up. He stumbled to the bath room and went to the toilet before washing his hands and splashing his face with water. Grumbling under his breath about why Shinji was still his best friend he headed to the kitchen and opened up their freezer.

Ichigo sighed in content when he pulled out his favourite snack, creamsicles. He pulled out the whole packet and walked out into the lounge room. Shinji was sitting there texting on his phone, his school books in his lap.

"Hey," Shinji said with a bright smile as Ichigo sat down next to him with a whole box of creamsicles. Shinji grinned at that, creamsicles had always been Ichigo's favourite treat.

"Hey," Ichigo grumbled pulling out a creamsicle and started to munch on it.

"How are you feeling?" Shinji said with a cheeky smiling. Shinji knew how much he had drunk.

Ichigo just grumbled and continued eating his snack. Why was Shinji in such a good mood? Ichigo was sure Shinji had also drunken quite a lot, even though he can take his alcohol really well he should still have a hangover. At least a little one. Shinji laughed and grabbed a creamsicle as well, much to Ichigo's annoyance. Shinji's phone went off again and he quickly picked up and read the text. Ichigo notice the small smile that slipped onto his face. This happened a few more times before Ichigo said anything.

"Who are you texting?" Ichigo asked.

"Huh? Oh, a guy I met last night," he said, distracted by his phone going off again.

"Really? A lay or BF potential?" Ichigo asked with a small smile.

"Definitely boyfriend potential," Shinji said with a smile.

Ichigo smiled and nudged Shinji in the ribs. Shinji giggled and continued texting. After a while Shinji sighed and shut his phone.

"So, what do you remember of last night?" Shinji asked.

Ichigo grimaced and rubbed the back of his head, "Not a lot. The last thing I really remember is dancing at the fourth club we had been at, Purple. After that I only have bits here and there but I can't make any sense of it."

Shinji tired to hold the giggle that started bubbling up in his throat but when a strange noise made it out of his throat and Ichigo raised an eyebrow at him he couldn't help but let the laughter burst out of him. Ichigo just stared at him, not understanding what was so funny. Sure, him not remembering what happened last night was funny but not funny enough to warrant a laugh like that, especially because every time Ichigo went out with Shinji he ended up trashed. It was the reason why Ichigo tended to avoid drinking with him.

Shinji was still laughing, clutching his stomach, his eyes watering. Why was he laughing that much? Unless...

"Shinji," Ichigo growled, panic starting to rise in him, "what did you do?"

He knew it would have been something that he, Ichigo, had actually done but he would have only done it because Shinji had planned it or had manipulated him. This wasn't very hard when Ichigo was drunk.

"Nothing," Shinji said, trying to sound innocent but failing tremendously.

"Shinji," I warned him, giving him my best glare.

A cheeky smile slid across Shinji's face before he said, "Fine but it will be easier to show you than tell you."

Ichigo raised an eyebrow then frowned when Shinji got up and left for his room. Did he take a picture of it? Or did that mean he filmed it? Or had some else film it and put it on the internet? Panic started spreading through him. When Shinji came back in with a smile on his face Ichigo quickly stood up and took a menacing step towards Shinji.

"It's not on the internet, is it?" Ichigo quickly asked.

"Oh, no! No, of course not! I would never do that," Shinji said shaking his head.

Ichigo sighed in relief and sat back down onto the couch, preparing himself for humiliation. Embarrassing scenarios went through his head as Shinji sat down beside Ichigo and opened his laptop. Ichigo sat there, anxious but also slightly curious to see what he had done. Shinji went through a couple of files before he opened a file called 'funny ichi'. Ichigo frowned.

"Here it is," Shinji said turning the laptop so that we both could see it easier.

Shinji had put the video on his laptop as soon as he had gotten home and hadn't watched it yet. Shinji hadn't wanted to show Ichigo this yet but he had given him a glare that even he, Shinji, had done what Ichigo had wanted.

Ichigo felt butterflies in his stomach as the video started. The first shot was of a Shinji with a huge, cheeky grin on his face. It then went blurry until it landed on a dimly lit stage with a familiar salute standing on it.

And then the lights came on.

Ichigo had never blushed so much in his entire life. He wanted to go and dig a very, very, very, very deep hole and bury himself. Everything Ichigo had imagined wasn't as bad as what he was seeing. Somehow, and he had no idea how, Shinji had manipulated him to get up onto that stage. There Ichigo was, doing some very cheeky moves that he was sure were illegal in some countries.

Where had he, Ichigo, even learned to dance like that? Why was he dancing like that? Ichigo was so embarrassed at what he was doing that he could have happily died right then and now. And to make it even worse Ichigo was pretty sure he was dancing in front of men. Ichigo groaned and put his head into his hands.

Shinji giggled again, which he got a hard punch for. "Awww, it's ok Ichi. It not that bad, anyway you were hot," Shinji said with a grin, rubbing his arm.

"Shut up," Ichigo growled, reframing himself from hitting Shinji again.

Shinji managed not to laugh again as he shut the laptop. Ichigo just sat there and tried to not die from embarrassment. Shinji patted his back and chuckled when Ichigo swatted his hand away.

"Stop laughing! This isn't funny!" Ichigo growled lunging for Shinji when he continued laughing.

Shinji squealed jumping out of the way. Ichigo chased Shinji around the house, Shinji squealing and laughing as he was chased.


"I'm here! No one panic!" Shinji yelled dramatically as he burst into the club.

Yumi, who was as the bar, just rolled his eyes.

Shinji smiled and bowed, "Please, please, no applause. No, thank you, thank you. You are too kind," Shinji continued saying with a large smile on his face.

"Shinji, stop making a racket and go get ready," Z growled sticking his head out of his office.

"Sure thing Boss," Shinji smiled and skipped to the back stage.

An hour ago Z had called Shinji up and asked him if he could do him a favour. Z explained that they were short handed and needed another person on the floor doing waitressing. Shinji didn't want to do, it would cut into his practice time but Z reminded him that he had done that favour for him on his birthday. When Shinji had protested Z said that he didn't care if it was his birthday or not and anyway it had been a big ask. Shinji grumbled but ended up accepting.

After Shinji changed into the (skimpy) outfit he went back out and started up setting the tables and made sure everything was in order. It didn't take long and he still had fifteen minutes until the club opened so Shinji went and sat down on one of the couches and got his phone out.

Hey Ichi, how r u feelin?

Terrible. Y?

Just wandering. R u still lookin for my laptop?

... I might be

Hahaha, u r neva goin 2 find it ;P

Fuck you

Language Ichi, language

Shut up

Hehehe, g2g, work starts soon

K, bye

Bye bye

With that Shinji shut his phone and checked the time. The club would open in five minutes.


Shinji had been working the floor for four hours and still had another five hours to go. Apparently there was no one to do the floor for the whole night. Shinji had grumbled when he had found that out but then he reminded himself that he got a free show so that made up for it. At the moment Shinji was talking to one of the customers.

"Yeah, I got to university," Shinji said with a smile.

"Really? What do course are you doing?" the man asked. He was quite attractive in Shinji's opinion.

"A veterinary course," Shinji said with a shrug.

"Really?" the customer sounded quite shocked.

Shinji smiled again, shrugged, and walked away to continue his rounds. People were always shocked when they found out that Shinji wanted to be a vet. And Shinji understood why they were shocked. Shinji knew that he didn't exactly look or act the part of a vet, and nor did he want to. There is not point pretending to be someone you're not just because you want to be accepted. In Shinji' opinion, if someone didn't like him for who he is then they were not worth his time.

Shinji also knew that to be a vet you had to be very smart, which shocked people the most. The first impressions people get when they meet him were that he was a bit flaky, definitely gay, and overly happy. In fact the first time he had attended class people had thought he had walked into the wrong room.

Shinji happily skipped down the corridor, slowing down when he reached the room. He flung the door open when he got to it and stood there staring at his new class. They all turned and stared back. Luckily the professor wasn't there yet.

"Umm, I think you have gotten the wrong room, fag," someone called out.

"No, actually I haven't," Shinji said and walked into the room.

"What? Are you telling me that you are taking the veterinary course? Why would they emit someone like you into the veterinary course?" a boy sneered.

"Why don't you shut up? I happen to be the honour student in here. I got 99.9 for my ATAR," Shinji said with a smug look on his face.

"What? You? Yea right," the same boy from before sneered.

"He is not lying," the professor had walked in and no one had noticed. All the students were quick to turn around to face him. Shinji had a bored look on his face. "Just because you are our honour student doesn't mean you are not included in the rules of my class room," the professor said looking at him over the top his glasses.

Shinji knew that look; the professor was totally interested in him. Shinji smiled and walked to a seat. The professor was actually quite young and handsome, anyway Shinji liked older men, they were more fun.

Shinji chuckled remembering that memory. He had ended up fucking with the professor, and they still do on a regular base. He was quite good in bed. He was taken out of his good thoughts when he received a practically hard slap in the arse. The skimpy material he wore didn't help with the blow one bit.

This was the worse bit about this job, he had only been called in one time before but he already hated it and was glad that he didn't have to work. He turned around to face the person with a fake smile plastered on his face. Shinji blinked in shock. Even sitting down the customer who had slapped him was almost eye level or the closes to it anyone sitting down has ever gotten.

How tall was this guy, he was practically a giant. Giant? That reminded him of something. That's when everything clicked. This giant in front of Shinji, a shit eating grin was spread across his face, was one the men who approached him and Ichigo the other night. He was the giant that had been standing next to the attractive blue haired man.

"Hey Blondie, long time no see," the giant (what was his name again?) said.

"My name's not Blondie, it's Shinji," Shinji said his tone scathing even though he still had a smile on his face.

The giants smile only got bigger. What was with this man? Shinji hardly ever got mad at a man and he has never been repulsed from a man this quickly before, not before he got to know a person. This giant was too forward, and was obviously an utter and complete prick.

"I know. My names Nnoitra," the giant, Nnoitra, said.

"That's lovely to know. Now would you like anything because if not I need to be getting back to the other customers?" Shinji said in a fake sweet voice, which clearly said that he wanted to rip Nnoitra's head off.

"That's all I wanted Blondie, just thought I should introduce myself, since you will be seeing me around more often," Noitra said, his smile never leaving. He stood up (Jesus Christ how tell was he, 7 foot?) and said the last few words as he walked away, leaving Shinji staring after him with his mouth gaping.

After Shinji recovered, he grumbled under his breath, "The fuck he will," and continued on with his rounds, more distracted then before.


Ichigo was watching 'Jennifer's Body' when Shinji came home. When Ichigo heard the door open he called out a greeting and all he got in return was a grumble. Ichigo chuckled, it was half passed six in the morning and Shinji had just gotten home from working at one of his friends clubs, as a favour for him. Shinji dragged his feet over to Ichigo and fell down onto the spot next to him with a sigh. Shinji sat and stared at the screen with a frowned on his face.

"What happened?" Ichigo asked after sitting in silence, apart from the screams coming from the TV.

"I had to work the floor all night," Shinji growled. Ichigo grimaced, he had heard how bad it got there on the floor. Shinji continued, "And there was this guy there. And he...he was...I don't know, annoying? Creepy? Repulsive? Too forward? I was distracted the rest of the night thanks to him."

"Really? Have you met him before?" Shinji never spoke about a man like this who he had just met. He usually gave them a chance in case they had lay or BF potential.

"Yeah but only briefly, and he hadn't said anything," Shinji nodded looking at the TV.

"Really? When did you see him? What happened?" Ichigo asked with a frown on his face. This guy must be a real prick if Shinji was so turned off him straight away.

"There other night on my birthday, him and this other guy hit on us just after..." Shinji stopped and gave Ichigo a wicked grin before continuing looking happier then before, "After you finished shaking your gorgeous assets off on the stage."

Ichigo growled but let it slide, "Two guys hit on us?" Ichigo grimaced at that.

"Yeah. One was a giant, he's the guy I saw again today, and he said his name was Nnoitra. I swear his like seven foot, and he's always wearing a bandana over his left eye. And the other guy had these amazing blue locks that matched his eyes. He was quite attractive, if a little cocky, and seemed to be totally interested in you," Shinji said with wink.

"Shut up Shinji. No matter what you say I will never like guys," Ichigo growled.

"But how do you know that if you have never tried it before?" Shinji whined.

"Because I just do," Ichigo said crossing his arms.

"But I just want you to try it once, I think you will like it," Shinji said pouting.

"No, no, no, no, and... no," Ichigo said, shaking his head slightly.

Shinji pouted but didn't say anymore. Shinji and Ichigo were watching the movie in silence until Shinji spoke again.

"What the fuck is this movie?" Shinji sneered.

"Jennifer's Body," Ichigo said shrugging.

"Well, it's shit," Shinji sneered.

Just then the girl on the screen attacked the guy she was with, tearing into him, his screams filling the room. Shinji grimaced.

"See this is why I'm gay, see what women do to men. That doesn't look to appealing in my opinion," Shinji said with a repulsed look on his face.

"That is not what really happens, this is fake," Ichigo said like he was talking to a child and patted his knee.

"I know, dumb arse, I was kidding," Shinji said, also rolling his eyes.

"I know shit face, I was being patronizing," Ichigo said with a smile.

"Arse wipe."

"Bitch."

"Whore bag."

"Douche bag."

"Slut."

"Fag face."

"Shit head."

"Man whore."

"Flower pot."

Ichigo's next insult didn't leave his mouth. There was silence for a few moments before the room was filled with loud laughter.

"F-flower pot?" Ichigo gasped in between laughs.

Shinji couldn't say anything between his laughs. After a few minutes of laughing they finally settled down. Ichigo finally let out a sigh, indicating that he had finally finished laughing. Shinji let out few more hiccups of laughter before he too had finished.

"Oww, fuck, my stomach hurts," Shinji whined.

Ichigo chuckled a little before grabbing his stomach and groaning.

"It's getting late, I think I will go to bed," Ichigo said after a while of just sitting there.

"Wait? You haven't slept yet?" Shinji asked, his eyebrows rising.

"No. I was waiting for you," Ichigo said with a smile.

Shinji squealed and hugged Ichigo with all his might. Ichigo just chuckled and waited for his friend to release him.

"Come on, let's go to bed," Ichigo said standing up.

Shinji nodded and followed him out of the room. They separated when they got to the corridor and went into their own rooms. Ichigo was too tired to change so he just stripped off into his boxes before falling onto the bed. It was silent except the distant sounds of the movie that they had left playing, and soon fell asleep.


The next one probably won't come out for a week or two, sorry ^^