My muse is fluctuating so much :/ - Horny bitch! Hope you guys enjoy this; may be a bit boring. Please review and keep reading despite that The Voice (well in my country) has finished. We still have a long way to go ;)

"Remember – seduce, nuts, run!"

"How about just nuts and run?"

"Ichigo my deluded friend – the 'seduce' is there for a reason. How else are you going to get to the 'nut' stage?"

Ichigo sighed at Rukia's attempt to lighten the mood and her ludicrous idea of what to do if that blue-haired bastard managed to get him alone. Of course, they all couldn't stay at Shiro's house forever and there was no way in hell Ichigo was going to pull out of the competition; that would mean both his father and Grimmjow would have won. And anyway, Shiro would still have to judge thus putting only himself in danger. So here they were, backstage at the quarter-finals, relieved that they had made it through a whole week of rehearsals without any trouble.

True to his word, Shiro had done nothing but watch over the berry, his gaze watching every small gesture that Grimmjow made when he was near. Now that the competition was nearing its end, Rukia was now allowed to stay with him for everything as well, giving Shiro some peace of mind – it did nothing for Ichigo. He knew that they were looking out for him but he was a bit annoyed at the fact that they were there at every single turn! Just the other day Rukia, despite her opposite gender, had tried to go to the bathroom with him demanding that she protect him in case the blunette came to have a look at his 'winkle' as she put it. "Remind me again why you're my friend," he groaned exasperated.

"You fancied Nii-sama," she berated grudgingly. "Plus – I'm the cute entourage," she added with a smile.

Ichigo rolled his eyes at that period in his life about to protest about the whole fancy issue before a loud voice boomed his name signalling that it was his turn on stage. "Go get 'im," Rukia cheered, pushing him on stage rather forcefully.

Ichigo corrected his stumbling stance and walked to the middle of stage; his fake smile now easily slipping into place as the camera's trained their mechanic eye on him. He glanced over at Grimmjow, who was smirking up at the berry, and smiled sweetly at him, his brown orbs dancing with humour. I am so glad Rukia chose this song, he thought to himself as the drums began to beat and the computer effects began to sizzle around him.

I hate you everything about you

Don't want to be in love with you no more

Don't want to be around you, touch you, fuck you

Don't ever want to see you walk around my door

Ichigo pointed to the crowd, loving the way all the girls swooned over him and laughed mentally at Grimmjow's sour face – Serves you right! Ichigo glared directly at Grimmjow, most thinking that his angry stance was to put more emotion into the song but others knew better.

You li-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-ed!

Now you're dead to me, you're dead to me

You're dead to me, you're dead to me

You're dead to me . . .

Ichigo was actually beginning to enjoy this and finally the reality of getting so far was sinking in. There had been so much commotion that he hadn't had time to revel in his success because he was being used as a 'play' toy amongst various other hullabaloos going on at the time. Still singing, Ichigo glimpsed at Shiro, his heart doing flips when he saw the warm smile set on face. He loved him. . . Now that he thought about it, in some ways he was glad this competition was nearing its end; after all this they could possibly have an easier relationship. But first – let's get rid of this bastard.

Betrayed me, played me, slayed me

Hurt me like I've never been hurt before

Make your bed now lie in it

And don't wake up you fucking player

You di-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-ed

Now you're dead to me, you're dead to me

You're dead to me, you're dead to me

You're dead to me . . .

Dead to me!

I could get used to this, Ichigo thought as the crowd rose to their feet to applaud him; Shiro smirking at the blunette who looked as if he was ready to murder. If it weren't for the audience praising him and Shiro's joyful, and lust, filled eyes burning into him, he would have been scared of the look Grimmjow was giving him. Instead he just laughed it off and ran off stage, feeling for the first time in week's content.

He was the last act on stage so right after the judges rejoined waiting for the results program to come on. He, Rukia and Shiro all immediately strolled over to a room of their own making sure to lock it so that no 'unwanted' visitors could get in. Ichigo wasted no time in embracing the albino, his elated mood making him act as if he were drunk. "My my," Shiro purred, enjoying the attention as Ichigo began to subtly nip his neck. "Aren't we frisky?"

Ichigo smiled into his neck when the albino cupped his ass only to pull away when a cough interrupted them. "Did someone spike your drink?" Rukia asked, her arms crossed over her chest.

The raven-haired midget, although strict on them and disapproving at their public affections was glad and even relieved to see that her friend had finally found someone. Ichigo grinned sheepishly at her and ran a hand through his orange locks. "Sorry ," he apologised, trying to hide the blush that was creeping onto his cheeks as Shiro winked seductively at him.

Whilst Rukia and Ichigo argued on their public affections, Shiro went over to turn the TV on – his fingers pressing the numbers for the music channel. Rukia grinned at the sound of M83 and ducked under a table pulling out a large glass of wine and some glasses. "What's all this about?" Ichigo asked, eyeing them suspiciously.

"Congratulations," Rukia cheered, passing him a glass full of red liquid.

"For what?"

"Fer getting this far – not long till I get ta have ya all ta myself," Shiro piped in, wrapping a waist around Ichigo, sipping on the sweet liquid presented to him.

Ichigo smiled as their glasses clinked together and took a long swig of his glass, a slightly tipsy smile gracing his lips as the music came to an end. Yep, nothing could go wrong now.

"Shit!" Shiro cussed.

Ichigo followed the albino's line of sight and felt his breathing stop when he gazed at the television screen, projecting both him and Shiro on screen. W-what? "The guitarist of the band 'Pantera', has been seen with one of the oppositions contestants repeatedly and has been questioned whether this is a sexual relationship," the news reporter read out; her monotone voice seeping into Ichigo's bones.

T-this can't be happening . . . Ichigo was vaguely aware of his glass slipping between his fingers and falling onto the ground. It brought the other two out of their trance but not Ichigo. All Ichigo could do was stare helplessly at the screen as the two tried to shake him out of it. Their words which he was sure were reassuring, were not registering with his numb brain. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew he was hyperventilating and shaking. Then the person who had passed on this information appeared on the screen. The last thing Ichigo saw before he collapse into darkness was the black eyes of Isshin Kurosaki.

This one's not as long but it was a filler, no? Hope you enjoyed it! :3