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 Three: Meeting

The streets seemed to be filled with people, which is exactly what Grimmjow didn't want to see right about now. He liked being secluded at times and he would even go for walks that lasted for days at a time. He would never tell his uncle this, of course, because he would be scolded endlessly for putting his good looks in danger.

A young girl who didn't seem much older than he was bumped into his shoulder. She looked up from the book she reading to apologize to this random stranger whom she had the pleasure of bumping into while reading a book she just got from the library that day. He noticed that it was some lame vampire book that she was eighty-nine pages into, which didn't really interest him; he thought that if you're going to read a book that seriously then you should stay home where it's safe to go to your fantasy land.

He looked at the girl who seemed somewhat attractive. He studied he features while she stared at him with a blank expression on her face. She was around five feet and eight inches or so, medium length brown hair with nice hazel eyes. She wasn't one of those skinny girls that you see everywhere that starve themselves, and she didn't seem to be one of those girls who eat their problems away. Overall she was quite attractive.

"Oh, I'm sorry; I didn't even see you there. I was reading my book and the next thing I know I see you looking at me with that look. I'm sorry if I hurt you, I guess I should go." The girl stammered.

"Whatever, just be careful, these streets are dangerous and it doesn't help if you're not even looking at them." He said.

At that moment the loud beeping form his pocket became apparent to him. He pulled out the sliver flip-phone and checked to see what was going on. There was a text message from his uncle. He wondered what his uncle wanted now, so he opened the message with a slight reluctance. The message read:

"Hello again, you ran off before I could tell you something. I have scheduled a photo shoot at the Teen Weekly studio in this town for tonight; I thought it important that the people of this city know who you are. My best wishes.

Aizen"

This was all very annoying; he knew his uncle liked to play games, but to set up a photo shoot with an agency and not tell him where it is, that's just a drag. At that moment he could tell today was going to be a long day.

Naomi sat in Koichi's car, playing around with his radio. Koichi had not stopped talking since they got in the car. Naomi didn't know how Koichi got his licenses, but he shouldn't have.

"…This agency is like oh my god amazing! They can do anything! Their pictures are always prefect!" He rambled not paying attention to the road.

"Hell!" Naomi yelped, yanking the wheel to the left, "Stay on the road or let me drive."

They barely missed hitting people and driving off the road. Koichi waved her hand away, like scolding a small child.

"We can't be late. We're the guests here; guests are usually early or on time, but never late."

"Next time we're taking my bike."

"I don't know why you have that thing." Koichi scoffed, "Isn't it a bit dangerous for a girl?"

"Cause the insurance isn't half bad, it's good with saving me money, I can fix it, if it breaks down, its light on gas and it's easy; a light-weight." And because you can't drive it, she mentally yelled, rolling her eyes.

"Where is this place anyway?"

"Ninth and Washington, I believe." Koichi rubbed his chin.

"Do we know their number?"

"I think I wrote it down." Koichi ran a red light.

"You don't remember, do you?" Naomi pulled out her sleek maroon phone and dialed a number, "Hello? Information?"

Twenty minutes later they pulled into a parking lot, way too sharp and fast. Koichi parked, in two different spots, and made Naomi fix it with a pout. They walked up to the huge building that loomed over them. Koichi opened the door for Naomi as the y walked inside. Inside it was beautiful, they had real plants, clean floors, the workers dressed in all kind of styles, and the lady at the desk was a pretty red head with hazel eyes.

Koichi walked up her and asked what floor the photo shoot was on. Naomi looked around a bit, but she got too caught up in the different people and styles that she bumped into somebody. Stumbled slightly, Naomi looked up. He's tall, thin, lean, and pale and his hair is a sliver-white color; he's smiling.

"I'm sorry." Naomi bent her head respectfully slightly before standing strait, "I should have been more careful. I am really sorry."

"It's alright. You're Miyagi Naomi, correct?" He asked.

Naomi blinked and smiled, how do you know that? Not many people Japan should know that I am my father's child; I thought it was a secret. "Yes, I am. May I inquire who you might be?"

"Ichimaru Gin." He kissed the back of her hand, "If you're interested in doing a movie, let me know." He slid a card in her hand. "Be more careful."

By the time Grimmjow Jeagerjaques found the address on Ninth and Washington, he had walked twenty-five miles from one end of Karakura town to the other. He tried asking people along the way, but they didn't really help. Being told "Go left, strait, right, down the stairs, and left, south, right and down the stairs" wasn't very helpful.

Once he found the building he questioned whether he really wanted to do a photo shoot here, mainly 'cause everyone here was way too…happy. He took the elevator to the third floor like Aizen's message said. The people were all running around in confusion, just the way he liked it. He took two steps out of the elevator and was instantly whisked away to the dressing room.

"Do you know how late you are, idiot?" One man said, but before Grimmjow could punch him in the face, like he usually did, the man was gone.

The make-up crew did the usual work, a bit of teal marks around his eyes, then they moved out of the hair crew's way so they could spike up his hair, kind of like a Mohawk. Then he was pushed onto the shoot to see his partner standing there, very pissed off.

Naomi had patience, yes, but not for two hours and five minutes. Okay, so he was only thirty or so minutes late. She had seen him in the hall, as he stepped out of the elevator. Tall, hair that looked like it had been slicked back but someone had run their hand through it anyway, his muscles stood out, powerful, like a panthers like that's just how they are supposed to be, naturally tan not that spray-on bullshit, and his eyes an intense bright blue color. But his clothes were absolutely awful. A crew member saved him, before she could tell him off. Oh, she would do the shoot, but his ass was so hers afterwards.

Dressing, hair and make-up too forever, but the crew needs time to get the right look and that doesn't start until the model gets here. Naomi was rather pleased with the look they had given her. Tight skinny black jeans, a loose yet tight maroon skirt (that stopped before her knees) over the jeans, a fitted black dress shirt that showed some of her cleavage but not a lot, they had made her hair slightly wavy, and her hair consisted of crimsons and dark grays, also she had pink lip gloss. Naomi was pissed that it was eleven o' five a.m. she could have slept in another hour and a half or so and still have been here and done and before him.

He was suddenly shoved next to her, so the crew could see the two different looks together and decide on what background would work for the both of them. She paused, he is really hot. The blue spiky hair just added to his hotness, really it did. After a moment of appreciate his hotness, she began to yell at him.

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~ Yoruichi