Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. Ever.
As of 9/11/12, this story has been rewritten.
Toshiro had never once questioned about what went inside Ichigo's mind, not even during one dead winter night when Ichigo had dragged Toshiro out of their college hostel to go watch the sunrise near the west sea. Well, not till this moment.
"Well, I mean, she might be back before you found one, so why not just rent? It is much faster than trying to find a girlfriend from scratch." Ichigo continued, seeing how Toshiro just sat there, staring at him, as if what he had just said was something alien.
Moments of silence before Ichigo found himself being hit on the head by a second flying file.
"I just need to release some anger. Before I explode." Toshiro grabbed the file back from Ichigo, who had picked it up after it had hit his head.
"You need some anger management classes." Rolling his eyes, Ichigo went back to sitting on the black sofa.
"And…how do I rent a girlfriend?"
It took all of Toshiro's self-control, as well as the complications of not being to meet her agreement, to not walk out of this nightclub, which Ichigo had brought him here just half an hour ago, promising that the solution he had just proposed a few hours ago was here. But all Toshiro could see were seas of human, dancing, squeezing like sardines, with an orange-haired guy among them. The blasting music and noise was already giving Toshiro a headache, which adds to the countdown of Toshiro killing Ichigo for bringing him to a nightclub.
"What's with that killing face?" Appearing out of nowhere, Ichigo took a seat on the high stool beside Toshiro.
Resisting the urge to give Ichigo a hard punch on his face, Toshiro turned towards Ichigo, smiling.
"Relax, he's here." Giving a sigh of relief, Ichigo was glad that he chooses to come out this exact moment, where Toshiro was giving that look of going to kill him right now on the spot.
Turning away from Ichigo, Toshiro came to face with a red-haired guy having some weird forms of tattoos on his forehead, and instantly, Toshiro recognized the guy — Abarai Renji, one of his college best friends.
Abarai Renji was one of the weirdest guys Toshiro had ever met, well maybe apart from Ichigo, who seemed to have the ability to annoy Toshiro in every single possible way — from stationary to future dreams, well, if being the strongest person on Earth is considered as a future dream. Maybe it was the weirdness, or if Renji just enjoyed seeing how Toshiro became angry and flustered while annoying him every single time, they both managed to become good friends, along with Ichigo, who had picked up the skills of annoying Toshiro.
Raising his eyebrows, Toshiro could not see how the presence of his old college best friend could provide the promised solution.
Cutting straight to the chase, Renji smiled before beginning his preposition, the solution to Toshiro's problem.
Sitting on the wooden stool while sighing, she laid her head on the table, exhausted. Taking out her phone, she stared at it, wondering if anyone was going to call her. The feeling of desperation was catching up on her, seeing how the funds in her bank account are now down to a dangerous zone — the small apartment she rented, her phone bills, the government taxes etc. are all eating her funds away. She knew she had to get a job soon, but despite the numerous interviews she had gone, she was still unsuccessful in getting a job.
"You look troubled." A cheerful voice interrupted her concentration, and she glanced up, staring at her best friend — Matsumoto Rangiku. Rangiku had been her best friend since young, despite the fight they had when they first met at the orphanage.
Her first impression of Rangiku was that she was loud, maybe even annoying, the very reasons she gave Rangiku about why she started the fight. But truthfully, she was jealous of Rangiku, who was able to stay cheerful despite being thrown into an orphanage, and she wasn't able to do so. All she could do was appeared angry and annoyed to anyone who came close to her, which made everyone avoid her. All except her best friend.
"I need money. Desperately." Sighing, she went back to her original position, head on the wooden table.
"Well, I can help you."
Glancing at her watch, Rukia swear that if the guy were to walk in here now, she would hack him into pieces. She should not have agreed Rangiku, no matter how desperate she was, or how tempting this deal was. The guy was already late for half an hour, and if not for Rangiku working, currently wiping the wooden tables in this café, Rukia would have also hacked Rangiku for introducing her to this deal.
Click.
The door to the café opened, and in walked a guy with snow, white hair, who looked as if he should be an old man, instead of a mid-twenties guy. The guy looked as if he was an actor from Hollywood, ok maybe that was too exaggerating, but he had some sort of charisma, which attracted all the ladies in the café to look at him.
Is it him?
Rukia's suspicion was confirmed by the actions of Rangiku, who was ushering the white-haired guy towards where she was sitting, somewhere near the back of the café, where there were lesser people, which made it easier for any discussions, well if Rukia assumed there was one.
"Sorry I'm late." The guy apologized before taking a seat across Rukia.
Sipping her cup of hot mocha, Rukia resisted the urge of hacking the guy for being late and gave her nicest smile, despite all the anger in her.
He's a potential employer. Potential employer. Potential employer…
"It's all right. So what's the job?" Rukia asked, smiling while putting the cup of hot mocha down. How she wished she could just down the hot contents down him.
"Be my girlfriend."
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