DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN BLEACH BUT PLAYING GOD IN THEIR UNIVERSE IS WHAT I FIND FUN!
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Chapter 2
Really. It had to be the 69 tattoo. The moment the man walked into the club, his eyes were drawn to the man. Of course, the tattoo became… a distraction so to speak. But then again, if one took it out of the equation, the man was sexiness personified. He had a well defined body, he moved with an easy grace.
Time seemed to stop for him though when the man approached and asked his name. Of course Shuuhei had to make fun of it first but he was so used to that. If this ever amounted to anything, he'd have to thank Isshin for giving him such a name, not that he'd actually do it.
It also surprised him that the man was actually able to make him smile. Now, this man was good. Under normal circumstances, he would have come back to such an idiotic pick up line with a sarcastic retort. Was it just him, or was it too hot in the club?
He really did not know either what came over him when HE asked the man to dance. Of all people, HE had to be the one to ask. Maybe someone spiked the martini he was drinking? No, it couldn't be. Maybe he was just feeling lonely. Oh no, but he had a lot of friends, NOT one boyfriend though…
When they were finally on the dance floor, he could not resist winding his arms around the tattooed man's neck. Neither was he able to resist kissing the guy; the man's lips were just so… delicious. It was like being punched in the gut, it was not easy to forget. The temperature in the said club went a palpable few notches higher…
Okay, so all in all, he went hardcore insane that night (in his opinion, at least). He admitted that he acted maybe a little whorish but he also admitted albeit to himself that maybe, just maybe it was high time to ditch the wallflower image and finally get laid, erm, get a boyfriend. (But weren't they the same?)
Ichigo sighed. At the moment, he was standing in front of the fogged up wall length mirror in the bathroom, staring at himself, with nothing but a towel wound around his hips. It had been four days since. Numbers had been exchanged, yes, but Shuuhei had not gotten in touch with him yet. He was worried that he had sent the wrong signals to the man. Pride had prevented him from calling the man first.
"Sometimes Ichigo, you're too pretty for your own good." The berry dejectedly said to himself.
As he went out of the bath to get dressed for school, his mobile phone rang.
"You're such a delicate boy
In the hysterical realm
Of an emotional landslide
In physical terms..."(1)
"Hello? Ichigo? It's me, Shuuhei."
Ichigo's heart leapt. Finally, he called… after four fucking days!
What the fuck? What was wrong with him? They were not even an item yet and here he was acting like a ditched girl!
"What's up Shuuhei?" Keep your cool… Please keep your frigging cool…
"Um, I was just wondering if you're free this Friday. You see, I discovered this quirky little resto near the club we went to…"
"Resto? I don't think there's one near there…" Heart just skipped a beat.
"Silly, it's just a tiny little place. You could actually find it if you squint really hard. But the food's really good. I think we really should check it out."
"Okay, I get it. So what time are we going to meet?"
"How about around 7pm? That okay with you?"
"It's fine."
"And Ichigo, I'm sorry I wasn't able to call you in days. It's pretty hectic at work you know." Heart practically galloped out of his ribcage now.
"You really do not have to apologize; I mean I was kinda swamped with school work myself…"
"Thanks. So, see you Friday then?"
"Yes."
Click.
He was breathless with excitement as he hurriedly dressed. He would be seeing Shuuhei in two days. With the amount of schoolwork hanging over his head like a guillotine, he at least had something to look forward to.
As he walked out of his apartment; one could easily hear him humming…
"Go Baby Go Go
We're right behind you
Go baby Go Go
Yeah we're looking at you
Go baby Go Go
Aw we're right behind you
Go Baby
Go Baby
Yeah we're looking at you
Go …" (2)
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A/N: (1) and (2) are lyrics from Garbage's Cherry Lips. This song so reminds me of a uke Ichigo! hehehehe. i actually wanted his ringing tone to be coin-operated boy from the dresden dolls but it did not really fit the scenario i had in mind.
and by the way, thanks a bunch to those people who read the first chapter, even more so to the people who took time to provide reviews!