Hello there again readers. So my muse is finally yet slowly making its way back into its rightful place in my messed up imagination.
Excuse the delay. I was just watching some Junjou Romantica and Sekkaiichi Hatsukoi and that REALLY boosted up my muse. Such good love stories you know?
Anyways, hope you enjoy this next installment of "The Devil has no reflection."
Yeah I don't own the characters or Bleach. Pervertedness, bad language, OOCNESS. That is all.
On with the show;
"Onii-chan? Onii-chan? Are you there Onii-chan?" The faint murmur of Yuzu's soft voice asked. Ichigo could feel her small warm hands shaking his shoulder gently.
"Eh, he's still not awake?" That was Karin's voice, no mistaking it.
"What's wrong with my loving boy?" That was definitely goat face.
"He fainted old man. That happens." Karin sighed.
"You guys talk so loud…" Ichigo said as he sat up. His back had a searing pain and so did his cranium.
"Ah, you're awake Onii-chan!" Yuzu's warm embrace wrapped around him.
"Ugh, yeah I am. Sorry about worrying you Yuzu." Ichigo replied.
"The heck did you faint for?" Karin asked. She leaned against the doorframe of his bedroom door.
"Uh, it was just a surprise. I mean, I'm going to be the lead photographer for Grimmjow Jeagerjaque and Shirosaki Ogichi. That's some pretty up scale stuff right there." Ichigo said, with a raging blush across his face. He turned away to look out the large window that was right next to his full sized bed.
"Oh wow! You mean those models that are always on television? Oh and they're in all those romance, dramas, and action movies!" Yuzu squealed excitedly.
"Yeah those guys Yuzu. The ones from all your favorite movies." Ichigo replied a little nervously.
"You mean the two main roles in the action movie Bleach?" Karin hollered, throwing her hands up in the air.
Ichigo resisted rolling his eyes at his obvious fan girl sisters, "Yeah Karin. Those guys."
"Oh my gosh you have to get an autograph for us Ichi-nii! You just have to!" Karin ranted, coming up to stand beside Yuzu at the side of Ichigo's bed.
"Why? They're that amazing to you?" Ichigo sputtered.
"Uh duh Ichi-nii. They're good actors, they're cool and they're hot!" Karin yelled while fist pumping the air.
"H-Hot? The heck did you start thinking about boys like that?" Ichigo said, in obvious shock.
"Ever since I entered middle school Ichi-nii. Ever since then." Karin snickered at her brother's obliviousness.
"Wow Onii-chan, even I knew that." Yuzu added.
Ichigo could feel his eye twitching, "Get out. Go outside and play or something."
"Ichi-nii, there's a snowstorm outside. No way. I'm not in the mood to play in a blizzard." Karin rolled her eyes. She took Yuzu by her forearm and started heading for the door, Yuzu wailing because she didn't want to leave her injured brother alone.
"Blizzard?" Ichigo scrambled to the window and pressed his face up onto the glass. It was true. The sounds of wisping wind and grinding tree branches filled his ears. Karakura was now covered with a thick layer of frozen water, the powdery substance hanging off of now dead or broken trees. It looked like a never-ending screen of static.
"Oh great. I can't wait to talk in all those puddles tomorrow." Ichigo sighed as he flopped backwards back into his bed and once more fell unconscious.
Ichigo awoke to the feeling of coldness creeping down into his skin. He sat up and rubbed at his arms fiercely. Inside the house was freezing. Ichigo stood and walked over to his window and wiped away the condensation that had formed overnight.
"Oh great. Well at least its not that bad. But it's still snowing a little out there." Ichigo said as he surveyed the light rain of snow. Ichigo headed to the bathroom and cleaned up. He splashed cold water onto his face and wiped it gently with a towel and then placed it around his neck. He walked back into his bedroom and picked up his white phone. He flipped it open and clicked on the NEW TEXT box.
"Great, Tensa texted me and I didn't reply back. He's going to kill me." Ichigo groaned as he read the message aloud, "Get your ass over here. You were supposed to be here by seven thirty." Ichigo raised a brow and looked at the digital clock at the corner of the small screen of his flip phone. "Oh god it's eight thirty already! Dammit I'm late for my first day!" Ichigo sputtered as he shut his phone and threw it on the bed, causing it to bounce a few times. Ichigo then flew to his closet and threw on a black fitting thermal, a white hoodie, some slightly ripped fitting jeans and then he slipped on his worn out Vans shoes and headed downstairs.
"See you all later!" Ichigo hollered at his family as he exited his house and right then the coldness nipped at his exposed skin. "God it's freezing." Ichigo fished his keys out of his pockets and unlocked his used Ford Mustang that was a brilliant red and black color. He checked the passenger seat and thanked Kami when his messenger bag was still there from school. It still had all his necessary things for the day. He then peeled out of the driveway and drove towards his new future.
Ichigo's jaw dropped in awe when he took in the enormous twenty-story skyscraper that consisted of Hueco Mundo Modeling Agency. The company's name was printed boldly at the very top of the building with the emblem below it. It was a blue translucent sphere that seemed to glow and have a purplish hue streaks orbiting it.
"Of course they're emblem is the Hogyoku; a family heirloom that's been passed down from generation to generation. Should have been my mother's though…" Ichigo stated to himself. He then turned his attention back to the task at hand. He held his breath as he entered the magnificent building. Ichigo could just feel the 'I am so much better than you' atmosphere the place was giving off. Even the people who worked there reeked of the arrogance. People in business suits and rather revealing dresses eyed Ichigo awkwardly. Ichigo didn't know what they were thinking of though, although, everyone in the building was rather attractive. Looks like not just the models have to be appealing. Ichigo cringed since he was the only one wearing jeans there. Ichigo made his way towards the receptionist desk.
"Hi, I'm Ichigo Kurosaki. My uncle Sosuke Aizen asked for me." Ichigo said in the best charming voice he could.
The woman behind the desk looked at him with a bored expression. Her light emerald green eyes bored holes through his skull. Her bronze skin was flawless, although she had two lightning bolt tattoos on each of her cheeks. It seemed to enhance her mysteriousness. Her platinum blonde hair was in a slight punk style, with a few strands being held in place by rubber bands, "Certainly. You may take the elevator to the penthouse." Her deep voice commanded as she gestured to the gold plated elevators.
"Thank you, Halibel." Ichigo said after reading her nametag that was stuck on her chest, hanging off of her crop top. She nodded in response. Ichigo headed towards the elevator and managed to get the mechanism rather quickly. He hurried inside and the doors were about to close and Ichigo was about to yell in victory about having not to ride anyone, until a pale hand shot out and stopped the doors from closing. Ichigo held his breath.
"Oh you goin' up too neh?" A smooth voice asked in a playful tone. A man in a dark gray suit entered the elevator. "You new here kid?"
"Uh, yeah I am. I just got a job offering from Sosuke Aizen." Ichigo said while pressing the button to the penthouse.
"Oh interesting. You going up to see the big man too huh?" Said man asked.
"Yeah." Ichigo replied blandly. Ichigo eyed the stranger warily. He had short light gray hair, Ichigo couldn't see his eyes since they were just slits and a fox like grin was on his face.
"So who are ya anyways kid?" The man asked, turning his head to face Ichigo.
Ichigo looked away to the side, "I-Ichigo Kurosaki."
"Oh you're big man's nephew! Heh, he's been talking about you. Pleasure to meet ya, I'm Ichimaru Gin." 'Gin' exclaimed, extending his hand out towards Ichigo.
Ichigo took it hesitantly, "Pleasure's all mine."
"Oh no Ichigo, the pleasure's all mine." A smooth cultured voice said.
Ichigo froze. He hadn't realized the elevator doors had opened. He didn't hear the ding of the bell, "Oh, h-hello Uncle Aizen."
"Please come in, and call me Uncle Sosuke Ichigo." Aizen chuckled. Ichigo almost yelped as Gin urged him inside and placed him in a comfortable leather seat in front of his Uncles large mahogany desk. The surface was neatly arranged with papers sorted and office necessities together in one corner of the desk.
"Um, well thank you again…Uncle Sosuke, for giving me this opportunity. I really appreciate it." Ichigo smiled genuinely.
"Oh you're welcome Ichigo-kun. Anything for my darling Misaki's son." Aizen said, keeping his voice low.
Ichigo's face sofented, "Yes, but still thank you."
"Of course Ichigo-kun, like I said. Anything for you." Aizen gave him a small smile. "So how do you like the building so far?"
Ichigo replied, "Oh it's lovely. The people seem…nice."
Aizen chuckled, lacing his fingers together and leaning on his elbows that rested on his desk. His chestnut hair seemed to be styled perfectly, even the one strand he kept out looked like perfection. His warm cocoa eyes seemed to make him even more attractive than how he already was. The pressed white Armani suit hugged his muscled frame well. Gin stood next to Aizen, close by his side.
"So I'm guessing you'll want to meet the men you will be working with?" Aizen asked in an amused tone.
"Oh I woud love to." Ichigo said, clenching his teeth and balling his fists.
"Well then. Gin, would you escort Ichigo-kun to the photo shooting area?" Aizen turned his head towards the fox man standing in close proximity to him.
"Ah of course Aizen-sama. Anythin' for you." Gin smiled has he walked towards Ichigo and pulled the sputtering redhead into the elevator. "Bye bye Aizen-sama." Gin waved like a small child to his boss. Aizen gave a small well-mannered wave back.
"Oh Ichigo-kun…you're just as beautiful as your mother was. My darling Misaki. How I miss you so." Aizen said in a crestfallen voice, glancing at the small dark wooden frame that sat atop his desk. It was a picture of him and Misaki when they were little. Under a cherry blossom tree they were both happy. Aizen's arm was around Misaki's well-rounded shoulders, her small hands coming up and clutching his forearm. Aizen gave a small warm smile and Misaki wore her usual tomboyish grin.
Aizen smiled once more, "Misaki, I hope your boy isn't a disappointment…"
Oh man. Introduced some characters. Aizen and Misaki are siblings?
Da fu-
Lol well I hoped you enjoyed that chapter. It's starting to get somewhere now eh? Hope it keeps you interested and entertained. Please review and I'll have that new chapter out soon.
Arigato, Ja ne.
Skyrus.