Campus
I've just been thinking about this story ALL the time, and I just can't seem to stop writing it. Unfortunately, I have to work on my three other stories, The Results of Boredom (an AkuRoku KH fic), Place Your Bets… (an AkuRoku, LuxDem, Zemyx, Risu KH fic), and Who Woulda Guessed? (a GrimmIchi Bleach fic). I recently decided to start accepting beta requests, so I got that set up too. (I finally figured it out. Yay! XD). I have a poll set up for deciding who Ichigo gets paired with in the end of this story on my profile. Please, go and vote. Otherwise, I might discontinue this story. D: I honestly have no idea what to do for the pairing, so it'll just go on and on about how the various characters are interacting with each other until we reach a decision. By the way, Grimmjow's being a bit of an ass isn't he? Wonder how Renji will take that…
"This is Renji's class." Chad stopped in front of the door, waiting for Ichigo to enter.
"Aren't you coming in too?" Ichigo hesitated, glaring at the door fiercely. He looked to Chad when silence was the only answer to his question, expression reflecting the confusion he felt.
Chad shook his head. "No. I have art too, but with a different professor."
"Oh." Ichigo continued glaring at the door furiously.
"Ichigo."
The orange haired teen looked at Chad. "Yeah?"
"You're blocking the door." Chad looked at the students behind Ichigo, who were grumbling and glaring fiercely at him.
"Oh. Sorry." Ichigo opened the door and walked in, slouching and sticking his hands in his pockets, looking for Renji and finding him at the front of the room. Ichigo waved and tried to catch his attention, but Renji didn't look up. He stood to the side and was joined by a black haired man with feathers coming off of his eyelashes.
"Hi! My name's Yumichika. Are you here as a model too? Hmm, not a very beautiful model, but I can see why someone brought you in." He looked Ichigo up and down.
"Um, thanks? I'm Ichi-"
"Ichigo!" Matsumoto glomped the teen before he could finish introducing himself, pressing his face into her boobs. "I should have known Abarai-kun would have picked you!"
"C-can't- breathe!" Ichigo flailed his arms.
"Matsumoto, you shouldn't do that to everyone." Rukia walked up, waving to Yumichika.
"Ooh! Rukia-chan! Who'd you bring in?" Matsumoto clapped her hands together.
"I brought in my older brother of course! He- Matsumoto, is that a new ``` the rabbit accessory?! Where did you get it!"
Ichigo rolled his eyes and turned to comment on the idiocy of girls to Yumichika, only to find the feathered man was cooing over the toy just as much as the girls. He sighed and looked to his other companion. The dark haired man raised an eyebrow when Ichigo looked to him, but said nothing and turned away, joining a group of other models. Ichigo growled and opened his mouth to say something when the art professor who was with Professor Gin walked in.
"Kuchiki-chan, take your seat." The aqua haired man smirked as Rukia scurried to a seat near Renji. He turned toward the guests by the door and smiled.
"Thank-you all for coming in today. As you were told, the selected models receive extra-credit for the person who brought them in. We will be picking three of you for various poses, some will be with a partner, others with all three of you, and some with just one model. The portraits we are doing will consist of nude portraits as well as clothed ones, and you will select your pose." Grimmjow smirked at one of the students in the front of the group before continuing on. "Of course, sometimes we will choose what pose you have for the day, but that's only occasionally. The models chosen will be paid, but only if they cooperate fully and show up every day for their poses. Let's begin shall we?"
Grimmjow lined up the students, and after he passed Ichigo, the orange haired teen glared fiercely at Renji. 'You said nothing about nude portraits!' he mouthed, scowling when he only got an apologetic shrug in reply. He crossed his arms and huffed angrily, scowl deepening as the time passed.
"…and you. Kurosaki? Kurosaki!"
Ichigo looked up angrily, glaring into teal eyes. Grimmjow stared back pointedly and said slowly, "Kurosaki, I'll say this again. You, Byakuya, and miss Hinamori were selected. Please step out of the line."
Ichigo snarled and stepped out of the line. Grimmjow smirked and continued on. "The rest of you may file out of the classroom quietly. Thank-you for your time," he said dismissively, paying the other students no mind as he waved them out carelessly.
"We will be doing singular portraits to begin with, just to get you used to the process. Hinamori, you first."
The dark haired girl blushed and stood at the front of the room. She stood there awkwardly, for a few moments. Grimmjow sighed.
"No no. Loosen up a bit, relax." His eyes flashed around the room quickly. "Here, hold this." He gave her a book and opened it to somewhere in the middle.
"Why don't you sit down and read that page?" he asked, far more gently than Ichigo would ever have expected him to be capable of.
He leaned against the wall and slid down, closing his eyes. They flashed open when he heard movement to see Byakuya leaning against the same wall, staring out the window between them. His eyes closed again, slowly, and he faded into sleep.
Grimmjow smiled widely as he saw the boy sleeping. "Actually, change of plans. Hinamori-chan, if you would please sit under that window. No, Byakuya, remain where you are. That's perfect."
He set the class to drawing the three, noting how Ichigo still scowled, even in sleep. He paced among the desks and chairs, glancing at their progress and occasionally directing a student on what they needed to fix. He paused at Renji's desk, standing behind him quietly as he carefully drew Ichigo's features.
"You shouldn't focus on only one aspect of the scene Abarai," he said, leaning in to whisper in the red head's ear. "Although, he is marvelous to look at isn't he? You want to get everything exactly right, so you don't blemish the scene before you, the perfection of the pose and posture. I wonder what he would think if he knew you took such care with his portrait."
Grimmjow laughed as Renji's hand began to shake and he had to put his pencil down before he could mar the page. He picked it up again as soon as the shaking ceased, drawing fervently until the bell rang for dismissal.