First off I do not own Bleach Tite Kubo does, it's his awesome story. I simply created a different place for his characters to live and placed them in different roles. I created Miyagi Naomi though, she is mine. Thank-you.
Chapter Two Bad Start
Naomi Miyagi woke to the most annoying sound at eight O' five a.m. on Saturday morning, her day off. Never let your manager pick out their own ring tone, she rolled over and plucked her cell phone off the charger. "What?" She snapped, not yet awake.
"Oh my gawd! Get a shower and put on those cute yet faded jeans, a cute yet simple shirt on, surprise me with the shoes!" Her manager rambled on, "You have been invited to do a photo shoot with, like the hottest teen model, in the business! If only I could remember his name…"
"I'll be there in thirty minutes! Be ready! Love, love!"
Naomi wondered how she ever gets along with her manager. Sure, he's cute, sweet, fun, smart, funny, and totally gay; but damn is he hyper. He had tried to strait once, it was funny, a complete failure, but fun. Naomi crawled out of bed and lazily shuffled into the bathroom. Naomi loved her apartment it's not huge, it's not small; it's cozy.
Naomi took a long hot shower, tempted by the water to stay longer. After drying off, Naomi dug through her closet wondering what to wear. Pulling on a pair of worn out jeans (from trying and failing at skate boarding), a pair of green converses, a from fitting yet loose quarter sleeve grey shirt, a sliver ring (middle finger), a sliver watch (left wrist), and a light brush of make-up.
Koichi walked in as she did make-up. Maybe giving your manager a copy of your apartment key wasn't the smartest idea. Back when she was still newer, and thirteen; Koichi would worry about her and come over a lot. Naomi got tired of the constant banging, yelling and calling. So she made him a copy of her key, it was such a simple solution. So when they came to Japan, she automatically got a copy for him too.
"You look amazing!" He grinned, dark messy brown hair falling in his face, "Where did you find those jean?"
"I don't remember, somewhere in the mall." Naomi sighed, "And, no, the holes are not premade, I tired skate boarding."
Endo Koichi is a tall skinny guy, with no real build, though he has muscles on his arms, his legs are long, and a cute face. His eyes are a hazel color and his dark brown hair falls barely into his eyes, the rest goes to just slightly past his chin.
Although it was nine a.m. the sun is up, the birds are singing, and people are normally walking around without a car, however, on this morning Jeagerjaques Grimmjow was dead to the world. He rolled over with the belief that sleep was just waiting for him to close his eyes and relax again: however, his uncle had more prominent plans. He opened his eyes and looked to the right to see his uncle sitting there staring at him.
"What the hell do you think you're doing Sosuke? Trying to give me a heart attack? Do that again and I'll freaking kill you...How did you get in my house?" Grimmjow yelled with a furry.
"Well, when you leave the door unlocked, every window opened and no one in the house to watch me sneak in, it's quiet easy." He said in a soft calm voice.
"I didn't leave the door unlocked; I bolted it twice and chained it like you told me to." He retorted.
"Then, my dear nephew, it appears that you do not know how to lock a door." He smirked, "I want you to be sure that not ever I can get in this house without you knowing. Otherwise how will I know that you're safe at night? I would lose sleep to think that at how much danger you could be in each night in my absence, I still don't see why you insisted on having your own house, and mine is plenty big enough for the both of us."
"It's 'cause you do things like this; you just come into my room and start talking without giving me a second to wake up, it's annoying." Grimmjow told him.
He slowly sat up from his comfortable bed and rubbed his eyes. He was annoyed at his uncle, but glad to see him. It had been about a month since he moved out into his own place. He uncle is a tall around five feet and eleven inches with light brown hair and eyes. He leaves his hair down cause he thinks putting your hair back makes people look stupid, which is why he makes fun of Grimmjow at every turn.
The sun shone through Grimmjow's window onto his couch. As he walked across the room with the cocky stride he seemed to always posses. He slid his feet into his slippers without looking down.
"So what do you want today Sosuke?" He asked with a smirk.
"I thought I told you to call me uncle Aizen? I wanted to talk to you about-" He started, "Where did you go?"
"I'm in the bathroom you idiot, now quit sitting next to my bed you creep and go wait for me downstairs."
"Ok, just don't make me wait an hour." Aizen said.
Grimmjow came out of the bathroom with a new set of clothes, tossing the old ones in a pile on the floor, without looking. As he came down the steps, Aizen realized just what had taken him so long. He had on bright blue shorts that matched his hair, a poke-dot blue-teal button up t- shirt and his hair slicked back.
"What the hell are you wearing?" Aizen shouted with a snort.
"I had a feeling you wanted me to go somewhere, so I figured that if you saw me like this you wouldn't ask." Grimmjow said, looking smug.
"Actually I wanted to talk about him." Aizen murmured, knowing what was coming.
The loud slam indicated something was said that shouldn't have been. Grimmjow headed over to his fridge and pulled out a twelve ounce of Bankai Blast Energy drink, opened it, and downed the whole can. Grimmjow blinked, crushed the can, and threw it at his uncle's face as hard as he could.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING BRINGING HIM UP LIKE THAT?" He screamed.
Aizen simply knocked the crushed piece of aluminum away with his left hand, while looking at the paperwork below him.
"I simply brought up the point that he lives around this region and it would be good press for you and him were to make-up. I want you to talk to him tomorrow and-"
"I will never, ever speak to him like we were friends." Grimmjow interrupted, "I'll do what I want with him so that subject alone."
Grimmjow got up and stormed out the front door, forgetting his shoes and socks.
"Well," Aizen said, "I was going to tell him I have a photo shoot scheduled for him. Oh, well, he'll find out eventually." Aizen said with a slight laugh.
He picked up his papers, put on his shoes and shut the large marble door.
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