Theater: The Production

All the students that were signed up on the sheet for the production of Romeo and Juliet were sitting in front of a stage. A stage in were quite a few will be able to get on and dominate it with their performance. In the audience sat Ichigo, Uryū, Tatsuki, Orihime, Keigo, Mizuiro, Chad, and many others who are persistent in either getting a lead role or helping set up the props. A man with a scarf around his neck stands in the middle of the stage and looks down at the students.

Swinging his scarf over his shoulder, the man places a hand on his chin as in thought. "So, here we are starting the production of the play ever known to man. Of a beautiful and tragically love story of two star crossed lovers who are separated by their family name and their hatred for one another, thus, Romeo and Juliet." The man twirled his hand around, lazily, and placed the other on his hip. "Or as many know; call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; henceforth I never will be Romeo."

Some of the students looked disturbed and seemed ready to bolt out of the theater with the antics the man on the stage was making. Keigo was the most disturbed as he was forced to come here due to Ichigo persuading Mizuiro and then Mizuiro dragging him to the theater in hopes he would get the part of Romeo and Orihime as Juliet, but that all flew from his mind when he realized that this was a big mistake. Keigo began to stand up but before he could get up any further, Chad grunted and pulled him back down, making him weep in the inside. No! This is so stupid! I'm going to be embarrassed in front of thousands of people!

While Keigo internally sobbed, Mizuiro looked nonchalant about the whole thing and didn't have any sort of high expectations. Whatever role he was going to get, he would do his best and walk out of stage with his head held high and a smile perfectly carved on his face. He somewhat assumed that many suspected that he was going to be Romeo or at least try out for the part, but he didn't mind supporting the many girls that had these high hopes for him. Sure he would try out for the part but either way, he just didn't care.

Ichigo and Uryū on the other hand were both highly disturbed by the way the man described the whole play in simple words. Ichigo's eyebrow twitched as he thought he heard that before somewhere. Separated by their family name? Hatred for one another? Now why does this sound familiar?

Pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose, Uryū tried to hide the fact that it somehow reminded him on how he approached Ichigo with as much hate as his dislike of buttons. Of course, in their position it wasn't just by separation of name, but also separation by allegiance to their different type of society. I'm hoping Kurosaki forgot how I approached him. This man makes it sound like it was mean to be! Shaking his thoughts from his head, Uryū went to place his arm on the armrest only for him to make contact with Ichigo's hand as he had the same idea. Quickly, as if shocked by the innocent touch, the Quincy pulled back his arm and tried not to let it get to him. Damn, Kurosaki!

When his hand made contact with Uryū, Ichigo felt an electric jolt and suddenly let out a small gasp when the contact was made. But he hid it quiet well and like Uryū, he pulled his arm back to his lap and ignored the fact that he just touched the Quincy. Although it was difficult not to look over to the Quincy after the incident, Ichigo moved his eyes over to Uryū and he could have sworn he saw his cheeks with a tint of red on them. The man on the stage brought him out of his trance and he looked back up to him.

"Now, since you are all here I'm going to make it my mission that each and every one of you has a job in this play, since the budget is quite low," mumbling the last part to himself, he coughed into his fist. "All right, now, let's start with the lesser roles." The man walked from the stage as some students stood up to walk to the back of the stage, as the man was walking to scavenge the new roles from a higher seat, Tatsuki came up to him with a determined look on her face.

"Excuse me, but I didn't come here to audition for a role in Romeo and Juliet."

The man cocked an eyebrow. "Really? Then why did you come here?"

With no hesitation in her voice, Tatsuki looked the man straight in the eyes. "I want to direct the play."

A small chuckle came from the man as he took a seat and crossed a leg over the other. "And I want to have a stupendous production, but that's not going to happen, now is it?"

Tatsuki placed her hands on her hips, scowl forming on her face. "It is! I know half the students here and I could easily whip them to shape so that way you can have good ratings for the show."

Placing a hand under his chin, the man thought about this for a couple of moments and decided that he could use the extra muscle. "Fine, I place their judgments in your hands now. I expect you to do whatever is necessary for my production to thrive."

The raven-haired girl nodded and took her leave of the man who was ready to judge the students in what role they should have.

Ichigo stood behind the stage with his arms crossed over his chest. "I hate you, Ishida."

"The feeling is mutual."

Both Uryū and Ichigo and the rest of their friends were standing behind the stage until they were called to the front to begin their audition. Looking around, Ichigo saw that Tatsuki was missing. "Oi, where's Tatsuki?"

"She said she had business with the man who is running the play," said Orihime as she was clutching the script in her hands.

The redhead shook his head at the thought of Tatsuki actually convincing the man to let her be director of the play. If she is the director, everyone will riot. Ichigo then looked down to the script he was handed and began to look through it. After reading a couple of lines of the script, Ichigo decided that if he was actually going to be in the play then he should be someone who had good character. Though, he still didn't know who he should be, he definitely didn't want to be Romeo! To be Romeo you had to have good speech and had to be able to memorize all those difficult lines. And last time Ichigo checked, he wasn't good at memorizing anything.

From the corner of his eyes, Uryū could tell that Ichigo was actually trying hard not to make a fool of himself when he is called to stand on the stage. He somewhat figured that Ichigo wouldn't have stage fright but he couldn't say the same about himself. Uryū hated the attention and right now he was livid with the fact that it was Ichigo who had written his name—very sloppy, he might add. But right now wasn't the time to go looking for a fight with Ichigo, right now Uryū needed to get it together and try not to stutter over his words. Then he could go after Ichigo like he wanted to. Pushing his glasses up, he turned his attention back to the words of literature that flourished through-out the years and more years to come.

Orihime fidgets with her sleeve at the thought of actually getting the role of Juliet. If I get that role then that would mean I would need to kiss whoever has to play Romeo. I wonder who is going to be Romeo… Orihime looks up and when she looks over to Ichigo she begins to turn red. What if it's Kurosaki-kun!

Ichigo looks up from the script when he hears his name being called. He sighs, and begins to walk onto the stage. Looking out into the vacant seats, he sees the man with a clipboard on his lap; Tatsuki is seated next to him. So, she was able to convince him.

"Whenever you're ready," said the man as he gestured over to Ichigo.

Clearing his throat, Ichigo began to recite the lines.

The whole room remained silent for a good five minutes until the man stood up and clapped his hands so hard that it echoed through-out the giant room. "Bravo! Simply stupendous!"

Tatsuki didn't know what to think, only that they had found their Romeo. She sloppily began to clap since she was still a bit astonished by the performance that Ichigo had made. Wow, Ichigo could be the embodiment of Romeo.

All the students behind the curtains were also speechless at the performance made by the redhead. It took Uryū quite some time to let it process in his head but even he had to acknowledge the great performance made by the Shinigami. That was unexpected.

Chad nodded his approval and gave Ichigo a thumbs up when he entered the backstage. Ichigo scratched the back of his head and went to sit down on a small stool. He ran his hands down his face and heard someone walk up to him.

Looking up, Ichigo was surprised that Uryū was the one who was standing before him. "Kurosaki…" Uryū seemed to be trying to find the right words to say to the redhead but was becoming stumped since he never was one to compliment him in the first place. "… That was beautifully done," making sure that no one else heard him other that Ichigo when he said those words.

Ichigo nodded and accepted his compliment. "Thanks, Ishida."

Nodding back, Uryū left the redhead be.

After auditions were over, all the students stood on the stage waiting for the man to say which person got which role.

He cleared his throat and clasped his hands in front of him. "Every single one of you did well, but sadly, not all of you are going to be able to have covenant roles. Now, I would like to start off with the main protagonist. After giving it some thought, I have decide that this role goes to Kurosaki Ichigo."

Even before Ichigo's name was called out, he had long since left the room as the door was closing behind his retreating back.

Ichigo rested his head on his arms as he lied on the top of the rooftop, relaxed as the breeze from the fresh air flew by him, hair swaying from side to side. His thoughts were completely free from any sort of stressful events and he let his mind wander as he fell into a dreamy sensation.

"Oi, Ishida, I'm going to stay with you until you can finally talk, all right?"

Uryū shook his head in an effort to convey his answer which only made Ichigo smirk as he placed his unoccupied hand up to his ear. "What? Sorry, I can't hear you. I guess that's a yes."

The Quincy tried mumbling but the more he tried the more pain he still felt from his mouth and soon, the saliva started piling up inside his numb jaw. He turned around and spat out the extensive liquid and looked back at the redhead's back as he still held his hand like a scared little five year old. He wanted to pull away but he felt like Ichigo was his anchor in a sea of pain, also, his body still felt in a state of shock. So, he let the Shinigami hold onto his hand but that didn't mean he was the one leading them. Uryū was walking about two feet in front of Ichigo and the Shinigami scowled when he saw this. Picking up his pace, Ichigo passed up Uryū.

Now Uryū was really starting to get annoyed, forgetting everything about his apartment's location—which was why he was leading them—Uryū picked up his pace and then so did Ichigo. Very soon, both were going back and forward with this, neither letting up their pace nor letting go of each other's intertwined hands, though, they could have forgotten that they had their hands clasped together in the moment. Neither party was letting up until they made it halfway to the other side of where Uryū lived.

Looking up from his hunched form, Ichigo panted out, "Oi, where do you even live?"

Uryū somewhat regained himself and looked around to see that they were farther away from his apartment than they were before they started their little race. The only thing Uryū could do to reply was groan and slap Ichigo's shoulder.

The Shinigami definitely understood that, so he decided to let Uryū lead them.

Moments later, Ichigo was coming out of his relaxed moment to feel someone kicking him on his extended foot with their foot. He groaned annoyed and opened his one eye to see Uryū with his usual scowl. He scowled back as his eyebrows creased and then closed his eye back up. "What is it, Ishida?"

Uryū shook his head and pushed his glasses up. "Here," Uryū dropped a packet of papers on Ichigo and saw how confused he was when he propped himself on his forearms.

Ichigo grabbed the papers and looked at it. "What the hell is this?"

"That is the script for the play. Also, you need to start rehearsing your lines—."

"I refuse!" interrupted Ichigo as he stood up and dropped the script to the ground. Uryū looked surprised and also angered by this. Ichigo crossed his arms over his chest and looked away from the Quincy. "The only reason I even tried out was because it was inevitable. You wrote my name in damn pen which made it a whole lot of difficulty to erase with an eraser!"

Rubbing his temple, Uryū knew that this was half his fault. But in his defense, he didn't know that the damn Shinigami was so good! He only wanted to embarrass him and move on with his life. Uryū gazed over to the stubborn Ichigo and said, "Well, you also wrote my name down, and you don't see me complaining." Uryū crossed his arms over his chest as if he just proved his point.

"Tch, why would you complain? You practically scream theater."

Now Uryū was really beginning to lose his composure as he glared over to the rude Shinigami. "And what the hell is that supposed to mean!"

Ichigo just couldn't stop his mouth before he replied. "Well, you always overreact and theater goes right down your alley."

Before Uryū could reply, the door to the roof was suddenly opened as Tatsuki, Orihime, Chad, Mizuiro and Keigo walked towards them. Tatsuki was the first to deduce what was going on and scowled over to Ichigo as she saw the script lying on the ground.

She reached down to pick it up only to roll it and smack Ichigo on the head with it. "Damn it, Ichigo! What the hell is your problem?" exclaimed the raven-haired girl.

Grabbing at his weak bruise, Ichigo scowled back at Tatsuki. "What's my problem? What's your problem? All I was doing was relaxing here until all of you came barging in and smacking me for no reason!"

Tatsuki growled as she looked at Ichigo. "Ichigo, you left before the damn producer could give everyone their roles! And by the way, you're going to do it whether you like it or not!"

"Not!"

Both Ichigo and Tatsuki were having a stare down of glares as everyone could see the fire in their eyes as neither backed away. Everyone was looking at the pair while Uryū was looking away and had his hand up on his chin in thought. He then had an idea pop into his head and decided it was his best chance to get Ichigo to do the play. Gazing over to the two stubborn friends who refuse to back down, Uryū walked up to them and cleared his throat.

"Kurosaki," catching Ichigo's attention as he diverted his eyes over to the Quincy, glare still held with all his power. "I believe you would do wonderfully on the play."

The whole rooftop became quiet as everyone stared at the Quincy as if he had just grown a second head. Ichigo looked a bit uncomfortable with the compliment—or at least he thought that was a compliment—and backed away from Tatsuki as he looked worriedly over to Uryū.

"Uh, are you all right?"

Uryū pushed his glasses up and walked over to Tatsuki, placing his hands out in front of her so that she could hand him the script. Tatsuki looked at his hands and gave it to him, wondering what Uryū was trying to do. The Quincy walked in front of Ichigo and pointed to the script. "Kurosaki, you were given the most amazingly privilege to play as Romeo. And only you could do this role seeing as you are not only talented in the speech area, but also, you have the right…" Uryū smiled and held the script out for Ichigo to take it. "Physique."

Ichigo took the script and looked at Uryū suspiciously. "Are you sure you're okay?"

The boy nodded and placed his hands behind his back, gesturing to the rest to follow his example and try to praise Ichigo into taking the role. Everyone saw this and nodded as well. Orihime came up and said, "Of course! Kurosaki-kun is capable of anything if he sets his mind to it!"

Mizuiro came up and patted Ichigo on his shoulder. "You will make a charming Romeo, Ichigo."

"That's right!" Keigo nudged Ichigo with his elbow. "You are the perfect guy to get the job done!"

Uryū tried his hardest not to snort at Keigo's reply but either way, he continued to nod at all the compliment handed to the redhead who still seemed a bit skeptical, but little by little, he would fall and accept his role, all he needed was one little push. "See, you were made to play this part, Kurosaki." He walked nearer to Ichigo and patted his shoulder a couple of times. "You have the right broad shoulders," Uryū then began to subconsciously roam his eyes all around Ichigo's body. "Ravishing, which is a necessity in this play, you would definitely attract the crowd's attention with that. Also, your dexterous would come in very much handy; Romeo does have a duel in the play. Not to mention your excellent memory in remembering all those lines, you would do well in remembering them. And last but not least," the Quincy points to Ichigo's throat, "you have the most perfect tone of voice for the part, so deep in the right words and… very… beautifully constructive to get all those difficult words that many would falter in. All in all, Kurosaki, you are… perfect." Don't laugh, Ishida, don't lau-gh…

Tatsuki had been watching this little act from the bespectacled boy and couldn't help but snicker at everything he was saying. I see; Ishida is trying to bribe Ichigo into the role by using sweet words that he would never, ever, in a thousand years ever say! Damn, Ishida is quite a manipulator, I kinda feel sorry for Ichigo. But if this means getting an amazing play in exchange for sweet mutterings, then you keep doing your thing, Ishida. Ichigo is already second-thinking his decision on taking up the role.

"Hmm, well when you put it that way." Ichigo looked down at the script. "I guess I could do it…"

"Yay! Kurosaki-kun is going to be Romeo Montague!"

Everyone nodded to his decision as Tatsuki walked in front of him. "Great! As the director of this play I expect nothing but the best from you! Now, let's all head back down to help set up the play!"

Doing as Tatsuki said, everyone walked towards the door except Uryū, as she grabbed him form the back of his shirt and pulled him back with her strength form all that training in her Karate Club.

"Ahh! Arisawa-san!"

She had a good hold of his clothing and never let up on it as she just kept holing him in place. Tatsuki grew a false smile on her face as she looked at the surprised Uryū who had wide eyes. "Ishida, I can see how you were able to convince Ichigo, I applaud you for that. Now, I want you to keep that going and make sure Ichigo doesn't mess this up."

Uryū tried not to move since he could already tell that Tatsuki was not playing. "And why would I do that?"

She tightens her hold and felt Uryū begin to squirm. "Because if he messes up, then the whole play is messed up, and as director of the play, I wouldn't want that, got it?" Tatsuki released her hold on him and began to walk towards the door. She then turned around as Uryū was trying to smooth his clothing back into place. "Oh, and if you mess this up, I'm going to smash your face." She then exited the roof.

The Quincy blinked a couple of times and then felt it all settle in. Shit.

Props were being made backstage as everyone was helping out, everyone except a certain redhead who was leaning against a broom. Huh, did Ishida mean all those things he said? It sure as hell didn't sound like him. He wouldn't even be caught dead saying something like that in my funeral. But… maybe he did mean it. Then if he did mean it then we're really friends, right? But then again, if he didn't mean it then he still doesn't completely consider me as a friend. Then all those words he was spitting out were nothing but lie's so that I could take the role! Wait… but what if he was telling the truth? Ahh! This is hurting my damn head. Why did Ishida have to be so damn complicated?

"Ahh! What the hell!" screamed out Ichigo from the top of his lungs, making all the other student's look over to him in fear and wondered if he was okay?

A certain bespectacled boy heard the shout and walked over to a very enraged redhead who somehow was able to break a broom stick in half. "Kurosaki? Did you break the broom with your bare hands?"

Ichigo looked down at his hands and looked from one hand to the other, surprised at not even remembering he did that. He then discarded the broom behind him and acted like nothing happen. "No."

There was a moment of awkward silence that passed the two until Ichigo looked over to Uryū who seemed a bit tensed. "Uh, Ishida, are you going to participate in the play?"

Uryū pushed his glasses up to cover up his slight tint cheeks from the heat they were emitting. "If you must know, yes, yes I am."

"Oh, as whom?"

"Why should I tell you?" using that haughtier tone that he knew made Ichigo mad.

"Tch, because we're friends," Ichigo said, as if that alone was enough for the raven-haired man to respond back with an answer.

"Well… I guess I could tell you, then." Grasping his chin in thought to what Ichigo just said. Of course, he wasn't just going to tell him straight out. He had Ichigo were he wanted him, and he still owed him from having to walk back the extra miles the other day. "If you let me observe all your rehearsals and helped me with buying all the fabric, then maybe I would tell you," ending with a false smile over to Ichigo. If it wasn't for my face being on the line, I would never offer this; Arisawa-san really can be persuasive.

Ichigo scowled as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I thought you already had all the damn fabric. And why would you even care to check-up on me?"

Oh, believe me, Kurosaki, I don't. "It has come to my attention that I am in need of more fabric and besides, I really don't like the color of some of the fabric. It clashes with the features of the students."

Eyeing him suspiciously, Ichigo nodded his head. "All right. Now, are you going to tell me which role you have?"

Uryū turned on his heal and began to walk away as Ichigo was spitting out insults and telling him to come back. He then paused before closing the stage door behind him, turning to look at Ichigo with a smirk. "I said maybe, Kurosaki. You should really pay more attention to what people are saying." That being said, he closed the door.

Ichigo glared at the shut door and shoved his hands into his pockets. "Whatever."

He stayed working on the set for about an hour until he decided to head home. As he exited the stage, he heard someone calling out to him. Ichigo turned around to see Tatsuki. "What?"

She gave him the script he accidentally abandoned on the floor. "You better practice, Ichigo. Oh, and just a reminder, a list will be placed on the wall with all the roles. If you ever get curious of who you'll… well, you know." Tatsuki grinned and left Ichigo with a bewildered look.

Curious about what?

No. Absolutely not. It's not possible.

But no matter how much Uryū would tell himself otherwise, the proof was staring right back at him. He decided to wake up early to see the roles the student's would be handed, but mainly, he wanted to see the role on the one person who would control his destiny of his face. Uryū decided that the producer must have gone mad or something! Because really, he refused to believe that the one person that Ichigo actually needed to get together with would be Orihime. The girl will practically have her face resembling a damn strawberry that would put Renji's hair to shame.

Uryū knew that he had to do something about this and he needed to do it quickly. The more time he wasted the more chance Orihime or any other student would see the sheet and begin thinking that Juliet will be Orihime. He had to fix this! Uryū could not and will not take no for an answer when he saw the damn producer.

"No."

Okay… so maybe Uryū couldn't be convincing enough for the man to change his decision. Who knew Orihime was "perfect with her speech that it almost resembled Juliet" or at least that's what he said. Stupid producer! Uryū knew he was ruined. The play would be a disaster and it's all thanks to a high school crush.

But before Uryū could wallow in defeat, he quickly thought of an idea. Thinking it over in his head one more time, he knew he had come up with a great idea. Ichigo said that he was able to observe all his rehearsals in exchange for knowing his role. Well then, he had a pen ready and dripping with black ink to cover up Ishida Uryū's role in his pocket and he was not afraid to use it.

Uryū walked up to the paper and began to uncap his pen, he scratched over his name and the role beside it. Giving a smile of satisfaction, Uryū capped the pen up and began walking away from the paper.

After waiting to see the list of many roles, Ichigo nearly screamed in annoyance. The only reason he even took the time to look at the damn list was so that he could see Uryū's mysterious role. Sighing, Ichigo began to walk away until he looked back to check out who would be Juliet and nearly felt his eyes come out of his sockets.

Oh fuck.

Ichigo backed away from the list as if it was pure and utter evil. He turned away and began to walk away. Somehow, Ichigo found himself in the theater. He leaned on the wall and took a seat as he slid down. So, I'm Romeo and Inoue is Juliet. This day couldn't get any more perfect, sarcasm dripping from the last word as he rubbed his temple with his fingers.

"Kurosaki!"

Great, it just did.

Uryū approached Ichigo and scowled at the boy sitting down. "Kurosaki, get up!"

The redhead turned his head to the side to show his resistance of following through with that order. And of course, this action only made Uryū madder. The Quincy growled and reached out to pull the stubborn man up.

"Get up!" he used all his force to make Ichigo stand up but the redhead wasn't even really trying as he pulled away from the Quincy's pull.

They both went back and forward with this motion until Uryū lost his footing when he was pulling too hard and slipped onto the Shinigami when he pulled towards him. All his force landed on Ichigo and both were on the ground from the harsh blow. Uryū on top of Ichigo as both had their eyes closed and were using their hands to sooth the pain away at the damaged area. Neither were paying attention to their position until Ichigo opened his eyes and saw how close Uryū's face was. Uryū still had his eyes closed which gave Ichigo a perfect view of his pale, handsome complexion. Without meaning to, his eyes traveled to the Quincy's lips and subconsciously he started to lean-up when those tempting lips parted. What the hell is going on? Ichigo started to close his eyes when he felt Uryū exhale, the warm breath just tempting him to claim those pale, sweet lips.

When Uryū opened his eyes, the last thing he would have thought he would see was Ichigo leaning up to place his lips over his own. Uryū felt his heart quickening in speed as if he was running a marathon. A part of him wanted to pull away and get up but another part of him—a bigger part of him—just wanted to lean down and take those lips in his own. And so, Uryū also leaned down to make contact with—what he assumed—perfectly, silk lips. A breath away from one another now, Uryū was beginning to close his eyes, both were ready to take that final push and place their lips over the other, until they heard a door opening causing both to quickly snap their eyes back open and Uryū scramming away from Ichigo as if he was a threat.

Uryū and Ichigo quickly made it back onto their feet and were looking away from each other with red flushed faces. What happened? Clearing his throat to end the awkward silence, Uryū turned to look at Ichigo. "Kurosaki, we need to go to the convenience store."

Ichigo looked over to him confused, blush already gone. "Huh? Why?"

"Because sensei gave me permission and I needed to take one person with me. Now, let's go." Uryū began walking out of the room as if nothing had happened, a couple of minutes ago. But his heart beating inside betrays him since it hasn't stopped since he had removed himself from the Shinigami. He wanted to raise a hand up and press pressure on it to control it, but then Ichigo would have seen and would begin to ask questions. What the hell is wrong with me? Ever since Kurosaki accompanied me to the dentist, I always feel a slight jolt from just being near him. He closed his eyes and felt something in the air, it was intoxicating. His reiatsu. That idiot never could control it and now I'm feeling it all around me.

The whole walk had been quiet and Ichigo was beginning to grow frustrated with all the silence going around. He looked over to Uryū who was walking in front of him, and wondered if he regretted their almost kiss. Tch, yeah right, Ishida doesn't care about something like that. He must have been leaning down because he had an ache or something, yeah. But then why do I feel a bit disappointed.

"Kurosaki."

Ichigo looked up and saw that they were in front of a store. A store in were Ichigo has never visited for any of his purchases, but nonetheless, he followed Uryū inside and began their fabric shopping.

"Damn, why the hell do you need all this fabric?" complained Ichigo as he carried two bags of different colored fabric. Uryū was carrying his fare share of two as well, but he still couldn't understand why they needed to buy so much.

"Because the Handicrafts Club must start working on the clothing for the play, I also need to take some of it home so that I can begin as well."

Ichigo just shrugged and kept on walking back to school with Uryū right behind him. When they walked into the school, Ichigo noticed once again the sheet on the wall. "Oi, Ishida, so who are you playing in the play?"

Uryū ignored his comment and distracted him with his own question, "When are you going to begin rehearsing, Kurosaki?"

"I guess tonight, why?"

"Just wondering, I'm assuming you know who is going to be playing Juliet in the play."

The Shinigami completely forgot about that and hated that Uryū reminded him. "Yeah and why are you asking this, anyway?"

The Quincy stopped in front of a class room and walked in, placing all the essentials down on a desk. "No reason, but I think you should get together with Inoue-san and start planning on how you two are going to work your parts out." Uryū walked passed Ichigo back into the hallways. "I need to return back to the class room, you should do the same, Kurosaki." He left Ichigo by himself and never once turned back.

Scratching the back of his head, Ichigo wondered how he was going to survive this whole mess. Well, it could have been worse.

A/N: I decided to make this one extra long, about 13 pages worth. Hope you guys enjoy it! My updating will be somewhat slow since my week and the next will be full, though I still plan on updating when I can. I like to say that after I finish these short stories that I would like to go with what shionch simplified for the next story. I'll try to update soon but if I don't is because somewhere in my week I got busier than I thought I would be.

shionch: I hope you like the little persuasion in Uryū's part, even though he's in total denial about what he's saying. I like how you simplified what I should work on next, of course, all the next stories to come will also become short stories that will be accompanied to one another, mainly the London and the King story. And I have seen the latest manga chapter, Uryū and Ichigo bickering over plates was so fun! I feel like that new arc will be their best one yet! I also like how you also wrote out a short story in your review, it amazed me on how much you were able to capture them perfectly, and it really shows that you're good in writing. My sister brought up the same thing, Ichigo being a Montague and Uryū being a Capulet, it really does make sense! I also enjoyed the omake that involved Ichigo and Uryū, I laughed my head off when they once again begin arguing but are like a couple inches apart from each other's faces!

Gemini24: Thank you so much for your compliments, they make my day brighter. And thanks for being patient, I try my hardest to make a satisfactory chapter every time I write, which is sometimes the reason why I check the chapter before I post it. And for your off topic question, I really don't think I'm that great of a writer, but I really don't think much of myself sometimes… But if you want a tip, the biggest advice I could give is make sure you have your punctuation, and grammar right, it also helps to have sensory details to make a story stand out more, but be careful of run on sentences. I used to be a complete mess when it came to grammar and run on sentences that I really never pictured myself writing anything, but anything is possible! I hope this helped. Your extra part on the London project also helped a lot! I can see Uryū being left in an orphanage and struggling to survive in the streets after the orphanage can no longer be funded, all the while Ryūken believes that his son has been dead for such a long time, but he being a medical doctor who is highly respected and with much money one day visits the Kurosaki Manor for a party…

SweetPurebloodAngel: Thanks for your compliments on my stories so far, I like to see people's opinion on my stories. I received your PM and I have to ask to be patient with me for your request, I'm only one person after all, but I promise it will be done! But for the mean time please enjoy these stories.

Substitute Quincy: Yeah the last chapter was on personal experience and it was painful, but that only happened because I never visited a dentist in like… 8 years or so. I don't eat any candy or meat but I do eat sweet fruit which made the dentist warn me to brush and floss two times a day. Sorry if I scared you with that! (Not my intention!) Pink? I really can't see a dress made from pink (unless if I was a princess). But that's a color I wouldn't want to be on the dress of Juliet.

Reina De La Noche: What a freaky dream… I love it! I've wanted to write Ichigo as a vampire, being all draped in black and having a bound Uryū at his mercy as he tries to struggle to break free, all the while Ichigo is pounding away at Uryū, who will deny that he hates it but in reality loves it. Sounds like a good plot to me! A really hot one! And to your STOCKHOLM SYNDROME… all I could think was "Capture-bonding" that is one theme I have been meaning to look into, you read my mind!

Thank you all for your reviews and hope you enjoy this chapter!

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