Nostalgic… Sort Of
"Oh, Ichi-chan it looks wonderful!" Etta exclaimed as she spun Ichigo in a circle. Shinji nodded from the other side of the living room distractedly and Ichigo blushed.
"I feel stupid." he said, trying to take a deep breath and only half succeeding. They had done it, Etta and Shinji had finally gotten him to dress in drag, though the outfit he was currently in was most definitely not what he had had in mind the first time Shinji had suggested he do so.
"Here, put these on yer nipples."
"Okaachan, can you please not say nipples?" Ichigo groaned and gave a wary look at the things in Etta's hands.
"Oh grow up Ichi-chan. Yer a daddy now. Sayin' nipples is just fine. Now put the pasties on."
Ichigo made a face and Etta ignored him, turning back to help Hanataro unbraid Shinji's long hair. Shinji had insisted that his hair be wavy for the show and the night before Etta and Yumi had set it in four tight braids. He may have looked ridiculous all night and most of the morning but he knew the effect would be wonderful. Today was the day of the Halloween party Shinji had been planning for well over a month and he was so excited he could barely sit still. His mother was a bit upset that she would be missing his performance, she had only ever managed to see a handful of them at the club before he had had to quit dancing and knew her son was very good at what he did, but Isshin was taking her out that night and Shinji had practically ordered her to go. It was, to her, as if he was finally giving his blessing to her relationship -such that it was- with the man.
Speaking of the devil, the front door opened and everyone in the room turned to see Isshin take one step inside the house and freeze, wide eyes falling on his beloved son. Ichigo stood in front of a mirror, long legs incased in fishnet stockings, hips in dark booty shorts and waist covered in shiny leather, and face scrunched up as he tried to affix an X shaped pastie over his left nipple. Ichigo turned, mouth dropping open and the pasties falling to the floor as he tried to get the words, "It's just a costume!" out of his mouth. Before he could however, Isshin stepped out the door backwards and shut it quietly. Etta sputtered and leaned into Shinji as a fit of giggles struck her, causing everyone else in the room, except for Ichigo, to laugh as well. Poor Isshin. Ichigo groaned and bent to pick up what he had dropped and Shinji sighed, looking over at Yumi who was busying himself by carefully applying his make up.
A week prior Shinji had approached the older man with a bit of a dilemma. They needed a DJ for the party and the one Shinji trusted the most was most likely not someone he could call on for one reason. Yumi. They had been at work when Shinji called Yumi into his office and broached the subject.
"Yumi, I gotta ask ya somethin'." Shinji started, already slightly uncomfortable.
A perfectly sculpted black eyebrow arched over a violet eye and Yumi's head cocked to the side as he regarded Shinji. "Yes?"
"It's about… music." Shinji sighed and decided to just say it and get it out of the way. "I wanna ask Ikkaku to DJ but if that's gonna be an issue with you I won't bother. I don't wanna ruin yer ev'nin'."
Yumi looked quickly away from Shinji and cleared his throat as a thin, long fingered hand raised to his mouth. His bottom lip disappeared between his teeth and Shinji frowned in sympathy. He knew it would be tough for Yumi but he had to ask. After a moment Yumi sighed and closed his eyes.
"It won't be an issue because I won't make it an issue. It would be far too ugly to have an argument in public. Again." Yumi said quietly.
"If yer sure…."
Yumi straightened in his seat and looked Shinji in the eyes with startling clarity. "It's fine. He is the best around and he's familiar with the club's equipment. Do what you feel you need to Shinji."
Shinji smiled softly, his heart going out to the other man, and nodded. "Thank you."
Now that Shinji looked at Yumi he could tell the man was nervous about that night. Ikkaku and Yumi hadn't seen each other since their blow up at the club over six months ago and he just hoped the both of them could handle it. When Shinji had gone to speak with Ikkaku about it he had been expecting a bit of a fight, but the normally quick tempered and confrontational man was subdued and almost soft spoken the moment he had seen the blond. They hadn't spoken long, just long enough to discuss the plans for the party and confirm that Ikkaku was even interested.
"You… think it's a good idea fer me to be there?" Ikkaku had asked and Shinji nodded.
"I already talked with Yumi 'bout it and he says it's fine."
Ikkaku had sighed and run a hand over his bald head. "Alright then. If he's okay with it." he said before sipping a glass of amber liquid Shinji recognized as brandy. After another quiet moment between them Ikkaku looked up at Shinji and then quickly away before asking in a quiet voice, "So... how is he? I mean... is he doin' okay?"
Shinji gave Ikkaku the same soft smile he had given Yumi and nodded. "He's good, Ikkaku."
The man had sighed and closed his eyes before standing up abruptly and asking if Shinji wanted a drink. Shinji declined and left, saying that he would contact Ikkaku later with more details. It was painfully obvious to Shinji that Ikkaku still had feelings for Yumi but he wasn't going to meddle. Even if he had had the time to, this wasn't something he wanted to push one way or the other. It was far too fragile a situation and he knew too well that sometimes outside influence could only make matters worse.
Etta finished running a fine toothed comb through Shinji's hair and smiled at him, kissing his cheek. "All pretty now." she said and Shinji smiled at her.
"Thanks okaachan."
"Alright boys, I'mma go take a shower. Ya know where everythin' is." Etta said in a breezy tone as she left the room to ready for her date with Isshin.
"Yumi, ya 'bout done? I need ya ta bun up my hair." Shinji called out and Yumi blinked at his reflection.
"Almost." he said as he applied mascara to his lower lashes. If Shinji didn't know rather intimately that Yumi was indeed male he would have thought the man a woman at that moment. He was beautiful.
Shinji had changed his mind on his outfit at least a million times and had finally, upon randomly dropping into a second hand store, found the perfect dress. The dress was unique, which he loved, open completely at the back from the back of his neck to the middle of his ass, showing off a bit of ass cleavage. The sides were split from just above the bottom of his ribcage and left open to the floor where the thin, shiny black fabric skirted the floor. There was another slit, this one in the back, that went up almost all the way to the opening at his back. The dress sported a high neck and was sleeveless. This is were his creativity had come in. The dress, though revealing in the back, covered him completely in the front and he wanted to keep the theme going so he had searched high and low and finally found a pair of long black satin gloves that covered his arms up to the shoulders where the dress left off. To prevent the dress from flapping all over the place Etta had sewed a strip of elastic banding together and wrapped it around just above Shinji's knees, holding the loose edges of the fabric to his body but making it awkward to walk. He would put the banding on once they got to Wank. To top the entire outfit off he was going to have his long and now wavy hair placed in a tight bun at the back of his head held in place by a decorative sword shaped stick. Accompanied with the large gold fan he would be using for the show and the thick black kohl around his eyes he hoped his comeback would be as great as he thought it was going to be.
Hanataro's hand brushed against Shinji's leg and the small man exclaimed quietly. "Did you shave your legs?" he asked and Shinji smirked.
"Nope. Yumi, Ichi and I got waxed this mornin'. I'n'it soft?" Shinji had gone a little overboard with things and ended up divesting his entire body save his head of hair but… he found he rather liked the feeling of it. Even if it had hurt like a bitch getting it done.
Finally Yumi was done with his makeup and he asked Shinji to follow him to the kitchen so he could do his hair right. Hanataro left the room to call and check in with his wife who was staying home with the kids. She had never really expressed an interest in watching Hanataro dance even though she gave her full support of it. Ichigo was busy painting two neon purple stripes on his black face mask so for the most part Shinji and Yumi were alone. Shinji sighed contentedly as Yumi ran his fingers through his hair and reached for the comb to being pulling it back.
"Excited?" Shinji asked with a smile.
Yumi smirked behind him and gathered Shinji's hair in a pony tail. "Actually yes. I expect tonight to be rather fun. And of course I look fabulous so that just makes it better."
Shinji snorted, glad that Yumi seemed to be mostly himself. "Ya sure yer okay?" he asked more quietly and Yumi sighed, tugging on Shinji's hair unnecessarily hard.
"Quit asking me that. I'm fine."
Shinji rolled his eyes and shut his mouth in favor of keeping all the hair he had on his head where it was supposed to be. He wondered what Nnoitra was up to….
"Dude, seriously? A business suit?" Nnoitra scoffed at Grimmjow's "costume" choice as he leaned back on the couch.
Grimmjow cocked an eyebrow at his friend. "This is not a business suit, idiot. It's just… dressy."
"Lame."
"Fuck you. What the hell're you supposed to be anyway?"
Nnoitra looked down at his costume and sneered. He hated dressing up for Halloween, hadn't even done it since he and Grimmjow had been living with Szayel and his father. But he had promised Shinji that he would do something so here he was in a rented outfit he normally wouldn't be caught dead in. He was wearing a starched white shit with a high collar, a dark blue cravat with silver pin, a black vest and slim black slacks. There was a waist coat that came with the outfit but Nnoitra didn't feel like wearing that was well. The sleeves of the shirt were too poofy and he felt almost trapped when he put the damn thing on. He had his hair tied back with a ribbon the same color as his cravat and the patch over his eye was made of black satin. He even had shiny black dress shoes to complete the package. And he felt ridiculous. The only part about his costume he liked were in his mouth and he smiled widely up at Grimmjow showing off his "fangs" that made his grin look even more menacing.
"I'm a fuckin' vampire, what's it look like?"
Grimmjow snorted and grabbed his coat. He was, for all intents and purposes, wearing the same outfit he had worn when he had taken Ichigo to the movies in Osaka all those years ago. White collared shirt, black slacks, tie loosely drawn and white suspenders.
"Yeah well… I still look better." Grimmjow finished lamely and looked up when Yuzu and Jinta walked into the living room from the nursery.
"Oh Grimmjow, you two got this place together really well in such a short amount of time." Yuzu exclaimed and Jinta stuck close to her side. He seemed rather intimidated by Grimmjow and Nnoitra and Grimmjow couldn't help but smirk at that.
Nnoitra snorted and stood up, brushing his pants and feeling like they were far too tight on him. "That's 'cos he made me help."
Yuzu just smiled up at Nnoitra. "Well thank you." she said politely and Nnoitra frowned. This girl was weird.
He looked at Grimmjow. "We goin' now?" he asked, eager to get the hell out of there and away from the little girl's creepy smile.
"Yeah yeah. The kids asleep?" Grimmjow asked Yuzu and she nodded.
"Yes. You go have fun at your party." she said brightly.
It was dark and cold outside by the time they got to Wank and Nnoitra was glad they were finally there. He knew what was happening tonight, more than Grimmjow that is, and he wanted to hurry up and see what Shinji had in store for him. He was actually a little jealous that he would be dancing in front of everyone and not just him as he had yet to get a private show from the blond, but he pushed that aside in favor of just being able to see it happen for the first time in four years. Shinji never disappointed when it came to things like this. He also knew that Ichigo was dancing tonight, a fact that Grimmjow had been kept in the dark about. All Grimmjow knew was that Ichigo was helping out tonight. It made Nnoitra chuckle under his breath and Grimmjow gave him a strange look as they walked inside the club.
It was packed with party goers spilling out onto the streets and lively as either man had ever seen it. Each of them searched for their man, Grimmjow for Ichigo and Nnoitra for Shinji. It was hard to hear much but Nnoitra was sure he heard Grimmjow make some kind of noise and when he turned to him he saw him staring across the room with wide eyes. Nnoitra frowned and looked in the same direction as Grimmjow and finally locked his eye on Ichigo's leather clad form. His mouth dropped open and he too stared, never having guessed that the Kitty Bitch would wear something like that. Ichigo seemed to catch Grimmjow's eyes and smiled, reaching up and toying with the mask that was currently perched atop his head as he slowly weaved his way through the crowd to them. He had added a pair of tall Goth style boots covered in metal buckles and a bright purple thong under his booty shorts to his outfit and all Grimmjow could do was stare.
Ichigo scowled. "What?"
"We're leaving." Grimmjow said, grabbing Ichigo's arm and starting to pull his towards the exit.
Ichigo rolled his eyes and stopped Grimmjow easily. "Stop it. You know I can't leave and you just got here right?"
Grimmjow's eyes were fixed on the tiny shorts his boyfriend was crammed into -barely- and he shook his head. "Don't care." he said distractedly. Oh God how he wanted to tear everything off Ichigo and fuck him right there. No wait, he'd leave the fishnets and probably the corset on. Grimmjow shivered visibly at his thoughts and Ichigo scowled and blushed as if he knew what Grimmjow was thinking. Fuck the pink negligee he had always wanted to see Ichigo in. That idea was out the fuckin' window now that he saw this.
"Where's Blondie?" Nnoitra asked, and Ichigo looked out into the crowd.
"He was just next to me but we're pretty busy. He's probably off talking with Ikkaku though." Ichigo answered, slapping Grimmjow in the arm and finally getting the man to look him in the eyes.
"Geez. Now I know how girls with big boobs feel." he muttered to himself and Grimmjow grinned.
"Yer wearin' that to bed tonight and I'm gonna make you scream."
Grimmjow yelled it out over the noise and more than a few heads turned in their direction causing Ichigo to scowl and blush even more. Nnoitra snorted and stilled as his eye caught a flash of gold hair. It was Shinji alright, his hair pulled back into a bun and his body encased in close fitting black. Or so Nnoitra thought until the blond man turned around and flashed a large expanse of pale, naked skin in Nnoitra's direction. Nnoitra licked his lips as he let his eye rake over Shinji's thin form and he half hoped he wasn't drooling. Shinji laughed at something that was said and Nnoitra realized he was wearing some kind of makeup on his eyes, making then darker and almost sultry looking. Even from across the room they looked smoky and beckoning. Shinji finally caught sight of Nnoitra standing there and let a slow smile creep onto his face before he moved across the floor towards him, his steps almost gliding.
Shinji smiled widely when he caught a full view of Nnoitra's outfit and let his eyes travel slowly over the tall man. Nnoitra swallowed hard when he saw Shinji's eyes up close, the smoky almost wet look amplified and making the honey color in his eyes seem almost gold. Shinji cocked an eyebrow and spun in a slow circle, stretching his arms as wide as he could.
"What do ya think?" he asked, licking his lips when he was once again facing Nnoitra.
Nnoitra grinned, showing off his fake fangs and he watched in delight as Shinji's smile grew. "I think I'mma bite'cha later." he growled and Shinji giggled.
"Yo, Shinji. Shouldn't we get things started?" Ichigo asked, knocking Grimmjow's straying hand away from his crotch almost absently.
Shinji grinned widely and nodded. "Yup."
Shinji reached up and grabbed the front of Nnoitra's shirt, pulling him willingly down into a short and wholly unfulfilling press of lips before he was flitting off with Ichigo at his side. The lights in the room dimmed as Shinji and Ichigo both appeared on stage and the room quieted a bit as the majority of the eyes moved to them. Ichigo had pulled his mask into place and he had a wide and giddy smile on his face. He and Shinji could both feel it, the rush in their veins at the impending show. God how they had missed this feeling.
"Welcome back ta Wank!" Shinji said clearly through the antique looking microphone he held and the gathered crowd clapped. "Y'all ready ta see some half naked sexy dancers?" Cheers went up this time and Ichigo rolled his eyes. "I think ya c'n recognize this one here, ne?" Shinji's arm slithered around Ichigo's waist and his head briefly rested against his shoulder.
"Strawberry Bad Boy!" one man screamed out and Ichigo laughed, taking a small bow.
"Ya wan' 'im ta dance fer ya?" Shinji asked and had to take a step back at the force of the reply. He laughed and patted Ichigo's shoulder. They hadn't talked about order but Shinji had figured it was best to start the night off with a bang. Somewhere in the crowd he was sure Grimmjow was having a heart attack.
"Then show 'im some love and let's get this party started!"
Ikkaku, hearing his cue, started up the heavy beat and Shinji left Ichigo standing alone in the middle of the stage. Ichigo took a deep breath and smirked, letting his body take over and his mind shut off. His hips moved in time with the beat and he brought up one of his hands to his bright and spiked hair. Somewhere between leaving Grimmjow's side and getting on stage Ichigo had taken off the heavy boots he had been wearing. It would have taken too long to get them off while dancing and wouldn't have been on bit sexy. He turned his body, angling his ass to the crowd as he began to pull one of the netted arm guards off and tossed it casually to the stage. He grabbed the pole in front of him and dipped fast, bucking his hips as he turned again and reached a hand down tugged at the booty shorts. He popped two of the eyehooks open and showed off the front of his purple thong before grabbing one of the straps and playing with it. With his other hand he reached up and circled a finger around one of his X covered nipples and his skin prickled at the sound of the crowd. God, how he had missed this.
He ended up on the stage, back arched and smile even wider as people began to throw money on the stage for him. Any money the strippers received tonight was going to the hospital's charity to cure cancer so he delightedly grabbed them up and stuck the notes in his thong. He slipped the booty shorts off and rolled over, arching his back again as he writhed and unbuckled his corset. He rolled his body and sat back on his knees bending backwards as the last buckle on is corset was loosened and the heavy leather and metal contraption fell to the stage. Ichigo bucked his hips and ran a hand down his chest, lightly cupping his crotch to finish off the move before he was up again on his feet. All that was left on him now was the thong and his thigh high fishnet stockings. He grabbed the pole at the end of the stage and bent backwards again, running a hand back through his hair and searching the crowd from Grimmjow. He found him, mouth open and staring just like he thought he would be, and blew him a quick kiss before the song ended and the lights dimmed. Hanataro helped him gather the yen and Ichigo hopped off stage feeling more exhilarated then he had in years.
Shinji returned with his microphone and smiled at the crowd as it called for an encore. "We got plenty more where that came from." Shinji promised and the lights changed to a soft blue. "I'm sure you all remember, Ruri'iro Kujaku." he said in a playful voice as he backed off stage and a slow song began to play.
Shinji watched from afar, eyes flicking between Ikkaku's stare and Yumi's slowly revealed body. It was almost painful to watch really, though no less beautiful. As soon as Yumi was done dancing he smiled sweetly at the crowd and helped Hanataro gather the notes off the stage, never once looking in Ikkaku's direction. Shinji sighed, his heart going out to the bald man. He hoped the two could find a chance to at least talk soon.
The night continued thus, Shinji announcing the dancers and the dancers thrilling the crowd with their show. He managed to mingle a bit, running into old patrons who remembered him well and missed him greatly. He avoided Nnoitra, noticing that Ichigo was doing the same with Grimmjow. It wasn't that they didn't want to be with the men it was more that they knew if they approached the they wouldn't be getting away any time soon.
It was getting late, only a couple dancers were left to go and Shinji once again went on stage to announce to next person. Before he could open his mouth though Ichigo jumped up next to him and stole the microphone from his hands.
"You all ready for the next show?" he asked without preamble and Shinji frowned. The crowd roared it's answer and Ichigo laughed. "How about we get someone else from the old Wank crew for you?" Ichigo looked back over his shoulder at Shinji and smirked. "Maybe a little blond?"
Shinji's lips twitched and he shook his head. The crowed roared.
"Once again, for yer viewing pleasure," Ichigo said in a thick and cheesy voice. "Solid Gold!"
Ichigo planted a quick kiss on Shinji's cheek before jumping back off stage and disappearing into the crowd. Shinji took a deep breath and closed his eyes as the song he had chosen to dance to that night started. It was slow and deep, something he had always loved when dancing in the past. His eyes snapped open as the lyrics started, "Com'ere rude boy, boy can ya get it up. Com'ere rude boy, boy is you big enough." It was a remixed version of the song but he found himself more in love with it dubstep than the original. The bass pulsed over his skin and he let it move his body, hips swaying and undulating and hands gliding over the smooth black fabric of his dress. The first thing to go was one of the long satin gloves he was wearing, pulled off with a pair of white teeth and dropped casually to the stage. He hadn't had the golden fan that he had planned to use on him when Ichigo had announced that Shinji would be dancing next, but it didn't matter. Shinji bent and unsnapped one end of the band holding the flaps of the dress together, spinning slowly and he let that too fall slowly to the stage.
He reached for one of the poles, wrapping one long leg around it and sliding it up and down as he threw his head back He spun around once before kicking off the stage and wrapping his legs around the pole, letting his body stretch gracefully down the cool metal and his fingertips graze the floor beneath his head. He reached between his legs and grabbed the pole, opening his legs wide and arching his back as far as it would go before hooking one ankle around the pole and letting his other leg stretch out horizontally, keeping his back arched. Shinji then pulled off his other glove and looked out at the crowd, licking his lips and letting his teeth sink into his bottom one for a brief moment. He let go of the pole with his hand and ran both of them over his chest again, finishing by caressing his face and hair gently. He rolled his hips before sliding slowly down the pole and untangling his leg, bending backwards and placing his feet on the warm wood to stand.
Shinji turned his back to the crowd and reached behind him for the zipper that held the neck part of the dress together and flicked it open, letting it slip down over one shoulder before plucking the decorative wooden sword from his hair. A long wavy golden curtain shielded his back as he let the dress fall and Shinji closed his eyes, rolling his head back and shaking it out before turning and lowering himself to the stage. Shinji spread his knees wide, arching his back and stretching out so that his chest was almost flush with the floor. He dipped his hips once, twice, slowly raising them again before rolling over and running his hands slowly over himself again. The song faded and the gold lighting dimmed before he was plunged into a brief darkness. Shinji gathered his dress and slipped it back over his head as he helped gather the notes. His body was practically singing with joy and when someone grabbed his upper arm and began to drag him backstage he found himself not much caring at the moment. The hand felt familiar and it made his body hotter than it had been moments before.
Shinji was thrust into his old office and slammed against the wall before an eager and aggressive pair of lips where on him, kissing, sucking and tasting him. Shinji kissed back, just as willing and large hands gripped his hips, lifting them and slamming them back into the wall behind the desk. Shinji wrapped his legs around a lean pair of hips and ground himself into the arousal he knew would be there. He pulled away from the mouth on his and looked up into a dark purple eye, grinning.
"Ya like my show?" he asked in a breathy tone and Nnoitra growled in answer, using one hand to pin Shinji's wrists above his head and the other to grip behind a smooth knee and spread long pale thighs.
Shinji moaned as Nnoitra pressed against him and sank his teeth into his neck, the sharp plastic fangs cutting into the skin and just barely breaking it. Nnoitra reached between them, letting go of Shinji's leg for a moment and pulled the dress out of the way before unzipping his pants and pulling his thick, hard cock free. Shinji moaned and felt his skin tighten over his body when Nnoitra's flesh brushed against his inner thigh and he arched into him, trying to pull his arms free and reveling in the fact that he couldn't. Nnoitra ungracefully spit into his hand, running it over his cock before pushing aside the thin gold thong Shinji was wearing and running the tip of it over Shinji's hole.
"Always wanted ta fuck ya here." Nnoitra grunted as he pushed inside, heat and friction greeting him like an old friend.
Shinji whined and bit his lip, his breath hitching as Nnoitra immediately began to move. Nnoitra grunted and let go of Shinji's wrists, spreading Shinji's legs and placing both hands flat against the wall at Shinji's hips.
"Keep yer hands up there." he husked and Shinji dutifully obeyed, stretching them further above his head and making himself slightly uncomfortable. Nnoitra's thrusts became more erratic and Shinji's moans had escalated to the point where, had he cared enough to think about it, they could almost be heard over the thumping music from the front of the club. Nnoitra's mouth brushed against Shinji's and he pulled back slightly to look into a pair of honey colored eyes.
"God I fuckin' love you." he whispered and Shinji smiled up at him, his eyes barely able to stay open for lust.
"L-love you… too." Shinji moaned, eyes rolling as he came between them. Nnoitra thought that was the most incredible thing he had ever heard and he too came, groaning and grinding himself into Shinji as he lowered his head and captured his lips once more.
Neither Nnoitra nor Shinji noticed that there was another couple backstage, nor that they could be seen clearly through the window into the office. Yumi smiled and turned away, walking away from the happy couple with a man he hadn't talked to in months. Ikkaku, taking a short break, followed behind him and together they stepped out into the alleyway.
The night had been a complete success. Everyone had enjoyed themselves immensely and they had raised over one million Yen for the charity fund. Everyone left with smiles on their faces and gone home to either make love or pass out. Ichigo and Shinji came back the next day to clean up, taking their time as the both of them were quite sore after their men had finished with them the night before. Shinji's knee wasn't as painful as he thought it would be but it had still swollen a bit and he had placed a thin brace over it just in case.
Life moved on and for an entire week it was blissful for Shinji. He was so happy that a part of him started to wonder when all of that was going to fall away. He wasn't used to being this happy but was doing his best to enjoy it while he could, something Kisuke was encouraging eagerly.
It was a Sunday when he got the call as he was just leaving work and he was both surprised and wary when he saw who it was. He answered it, intending to tell the man that he was busy but he wasn't given a chance to speak.
"I need you to come over here immediately." Szayel's voice came through the line clearly and with a hint of agitation. It set off alarm bells in Shinji's head and the blond frowned.
"I'm tired." he said simply.
"Shinji," Szayel started, voice lacking any of the false sweetness it usually showed. "We have a problem that doesn't seem to want to go away and it would be nice if you could assist me."
Shinji sighed. "I don't…."
"Just get over here." Szayel snapped and hung up.
Shinji looked at his car as he debated on what to do. Part of him was telling him to just go home and ignore the man, he was nothing but trouble and Shinji was enjoying life as it was too much to want to fuck with that. Another part of him was nearly dying as the curiosity began to eat at him. Fine, he'd stop by for a moment and leave as soon as he could. He just wanted to see what Szayel wanted and he was out.
The drive didn't take as long as Shinji had expected and in no time he was there, stepping outside into the cold November air and jogging to the front door of Szayel's father's ridiculously big house. The door was opened by a stern faced man who didn't speak and Shinji was led to a room off a short hallway. Szayel was standing in front of a window with a glass of wine in his hand and a deep frown on his face. Shinji's brows pulled together and he cleared his throat to get the pink haired man's attention.
Szayel gave Shinji a tight smile before sweeping his hand across the room and pointing out that they weren't alone. Shinji's eyes widened at the small woman struggling to stand up from her position on the couch. She finally got to her feet and smiled weakly at him, resting one hand on her ample belly. Szayel sneered and broke the silence.
"This, is our problem." he said, his voice dripping with barely concealed rage and disgust.
"What?" Shinji was confused. Who was this woman?
The woman pushed a bit of long black hair behind one of her ears and spoke. "My name is Nana Ito. We met about nine months ago at one of Szayel's parties." she said in a quiet voice and something began to stir in Shinji's memory.
Szayel set his glass down hard enough for wine to slosh over the sides and he pointed at Nana with a deep and slightly disturbing sneer on his face.
"This money grubbing whore is trying to say one of us knocked her up."
Shinji's heart stopped in his chest as denial clogged his throat and made it impossible to breathe. How… how could that be? There was no way he was involved with this.
"I…." he started, suddenly feeling sick to his stomach. "What?"
Nana blushed and looked at the floor. "You probably don't remember, I'm surprised I do actually. We were both on whatever Szayel was passing out that night. But the three of us…," Nana paused and looked up at Shinji with watery eyes. "One of you is the father of my baby."
Shinji remembered blinking and swaying before suddenly the world went black. This was the ending of the bliss he had been expecting.
A/N HAPPY BIRTHDAY NNOI~! So, I bet NO ONE *save for the three that knew about it when it was still forming in my head* guessed THIS was gonna happen *insert evil laughter* Ah, Penny just wants to laugh at it all~~ I'm so mean.
Anywho, song time! The song Ichigo danced to is here: http : / www . youtube . com /watch?v=wH-MsZ-oxMI (take out the spaces for all links)
Shinji's song: http : / www . youtube . com /watch?v=-Kv3BkWnhIc
Anywho, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and please let me know what ya thought. I'mma go kick it for the rest of Nnoi's birthday and think naughty thoughts.
~Penny