So far this story is doing well (in my opinion) and I can't get this out of my head so here you go! The second chapter uploaded faster than normal :3 Please Review – It is what feeds my creativity!

"You are going to do fine!"

Ichigo sighed but couldn't help the smile that escaped his lips as the petite raven-haired girl attempted to give him a bone-crunching hug. He ran a quick hand through his vibrant orange locks before wrapping his long arms around her small body returning the gesture. "Thanks Rukia,"

Rukia smiled up at him before retracting her arms from his waist and handing him his guitar; a catchy 15 painted on the front in the same colour as his hair. "Remember, go for Grimmjow!" she reminded him.

"I still don't get why you're bullying me into going for him. 1. He might not turn around and 2. I like Shirosaki," he pouted.

Rukia crossed her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes at her friend's preferences in men. "Ichigo my gay friend," she said, clapping a hand over his back. "He's a guitar soloist,"

"And? I have a guitar if you didn't realise which is why he'll be good for me,"

The small girl held her hand to her head as if preventing a headache before pointing at the massive letters spray painted on the wall. "Do you see it say 'the guitar'? No fool! It's the 'voice' for a reason,"

"Remind me again why I have to listen to you," he muttered doing his best to glare daggers at the girl in front of him.

"I'll tell your father,"

Ichigo gulped and glared at her again. He really wanted to say 'you wouldn't' but in all honesty she would actually be that cruel. It's not like he didn't care that his father knew it was just that if he did find out he would pull him out of the competition at all means necessary. He didn't even know why that crazy old goat-face he calls a father, wanted him to become a doctor; he hated blood. "That's just low of you," he mumbled to Rukia, pulling himself away from family issues.

Rukia smiled and pushed him off towards the stage, her face practically glowing at his dismay. "Good luck!" she managed to chirp out before he was whisked away by guys in black.

God, he hated that girl. Ichigo clung his guitar tightly to his body as the roar of the crowd grew louder making frogs leap nastily in his stomach. Stage nerves sucked for him – why did he even enter!? Oh yeah – he thought it would be a laugh, something fun to do. "Wait here," a voice commanded, leaving him on his own as the camera crew and audience began to hush awaiting his arrival.

He took a few deep breaths trying to control his racing heart as the guys on stage set up his microphone. Everything was beginning to rush in on him at once making him regret the decision to come here. Ichigo was seriously beginning to doubt the song he had chosen and the idea of playing his guitar but it was too late to go back as someone threw thumbs up in his direction; a silent order for him to move his butt on stage. He nodded hastily before stepping into the blinding lights and scorching heat. His eyes instantly flitted towards the chair named Shirosaki, his heart wilting at the thought that even if he did turn he had to choose the blue-haired twat. Suddenly the steady drum beat echoed off the small walls off the studio indicating the beginning of the song. Within a few seconds his fingers were twitching against the taut strings instantly calming his nerves as he began to sing.

Settle down with me~

Cover me up, cuddle me in

Lie down with me – And hold me in your arms

Ichigo's eyes widened as a massive boom surrounded his ears before he watched Shirosaki's chair spin around, his golden eyes lying hungrily on him. Ichigo couldn't help the small smile that crossed his lips transforming his shy composure to one of confidence as he continued his song. Maybe this slow, heart-wrenching song was a good idea after all.

And your heart's against my chest

Lips pressed to my neck

I've fallen for your eyes - But they don't know me yet

He chuckled internally at the lyrics – He looked straight into those golden eyes that burned so brightly and wished that they did know him. He knew it was possible in fairytales but could he really be falling in love with just one look?

And the feeling I forget – I'm in love now.

Kiss me like you wanna be loved, wanna be loved, wanna be loved.

This feels like falling in love, falling in love, falling in love.

He continued strumming the strings as Grimmjow's chair swivelled around – He couldn't help but feel disappointed that now he couldn't choose Shirosaki but as least he would see him around and anyway. . . . for some reason he felt as if the albino were joining in with the song.

Settle down with me

And I'll be your safety

You'll be my lady.

His heart did small leaps of joy as Shirosaki started singing along - the words reflecting their mood. He wanted to laugh when he changed the word 'lady' to 'man' but settled for a smile that was eating up his entire face. Wait . . . Does this mean? Ichigo knew the guitarist was gay but right now . . . was he somehow flirting? He raised a challenging eyebrow as Shirosaki mouthed the next words, a smirk raised on his face.

I was made to keep your body warm

Ichigo retaliated by singing the next line with so much emotion trying to gauge a reaction and to see if in fact Shirosaki was flirting with him.

But I'm as cold as the wind blows – he sang, looking straight into his eyes not bothered by the fact that all the judges had now turned around and they were staring oddly at the couple. He actually rolled his eyes as Shirosaki mouthed the next words – So hold me in your arms. God, he was enjoying this too much.

Yeah, I've been feeling everything

From hate to love

From love to lust

From lust to truth

He thought of his family and all the past boyfriends when he thought of those lines. It had been tough being gay, especially when you grow up without the support of your parents. He wanted to stop singing when he albino mouthed the next lyrics, his feelings conveyed perfectly.

I guess that's how I know you

So I hold you close

To help you give it up.

So kiss me like you wanna be loved, wanna be loved, wanna be loved.

This feels like falling in love, falling in love, falling in love~

He hummed the last note, his fingers aching from plucking the strings so hard in his passionate onslaught. That was possibly the best thing I have done in my life he thought, panting slightly as the audience cheered clearly oblivious to what had just happened between himself and Shirosaki. He smiled at the audience and swung his guitar to his back, the female singer Nel being the first to start it off. "Wow," she ushered, her eyes still wide at what she had just witnessed. "W-what's your name?"

"Kurosaki Ichigo – I'm 18," he replied, trying not to let his eyes linger back to the sexy albino.

"Well, you have a very talented voice," she said, clearly at a loss for words.

The lanky man next to the green-haired singer rolled his eyes, but no-one could mistake that mischievous glint in his eyes as he spoke up. "Do I really need to sell myself from all the chemistry you and Shiro over there were doing?" he winked, making Ichigo blush ever so slightly.

He could just imagine Rukia back stage now, grinning like an idiot but also trying to contain her fit of rage – If he didn't choose Grimmjow he was dead. That made his smile falter. "Well, I'm sure I can change that," Grimmjow husked, winking at the orange-haired boy making the audience hoot.

Shirosaki glared at the blunette before returning his gaze to Ichigo. "That just proves that we'll get along, doesn't it," he laughed, but you could detect the underlying threat in his voice.

Grimmjow clapped the man on the back and chuckled. "You're a guitarist," he stated. "This is the 'voice',"

He had to admit, but even Ichigo winced at that hurtful comment and bet Rukia was nodding her head at this point in agreement. "If ya hadn't noticed he's got a guitar," he replied, anger laced in his voice, his body poised, ready to attack.

"Anyway! I think we're done here," Nel chirped, trying to keep the audience happy who were, thankfully, still oblivious to the situation at hand. "Who will it be?" she asked.

Ichigo looked down at the man under the floorboards who was motioning him to pause and let the audience wait in anticipation. To be honest he was thankful for it. He really wanted to work with Shirosaki but he knew that if he chose him, he'd be on the warpath with both Rukia and by the looks of it Grimmjow as well. He sighed and looked apologetically at Shiro and shrugged his shoulders who returned the gesture with a frown and eyes that pleaded for him not to. Before he could change his mind he looked towards Grimmjow and said, "I'm gonna go with Grimmjow,"

The audience around cheered whilst the other judges tried to stifle their shock. Grimmjow let out a victorious roar before getting out of his seat and giving him a massive bear-hug. "Look forward to working with ya," he grinned.

"Yeah, you too," he smiled politely.

He watched as all the other judges moved in to greet him each speaking a little message – or warning as he called it – in his ear. "I hope ya know what ya doing kid," Nnoitra said, extending a hand to shake it roughly. "I hope ya know Shiro's not gonna back down easily,"

"I'm counting on it," he muttered making the tall man smile at the prospect of decent competition for once.

"Good luck – You'll need it," Nel said, embracing him firmly as she whispered in his ear.

Ichigo didn't reply but smiled back before gulping when he saw Shirosaki move towards him. "Good luck," he smirked.

"Thanks,"

Shiro clamped his arm around him and walked him towards the end of the stage, his warm touch making Ichigo feel dizzy. "Where'd ya learn to play the guitar," he asked, his eyes quickly averting to Grimmjow who was close by as if to say – be careful, we're being listened to.

Ichigo nodded minutely understanding what he meant before answering. "Well, my friend taught me the basics," he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Cool," he grinned.

Just as Ichigo was about to go down the passage-way and back to the small secluded room containing Rukia, Shirosaki grabbed him again out of the camera's sight and pressed his lips to Ichigo's ear sending his warm breath all over him. "I'll make ya mine – Ya can count on that,"

He nipped his ear quickly before pulling away, a wide smirk plastered on his lips. Ichigo smirked back, sending a small comment behind as he walked through the closing doors. "I'll hold ya to that,"

This was such a fucking good idea . . .