Fade Away
Hey Guys I apologize for the long absence Airy-chan has been seriously busy and I didn't want to cause her anymore problems so I was looking for a new Beta on top of that my old laptop's motherboard fried and only got a new one this year and only got my data back like Last month so I really do appologise for the looooooooooooooong delay. Id=f you have read this chapter before I see no need to read it again as it has not changed, but I had to make sure you guys get the best.
Ichigo: Wolfy does not own -
Grimmjow: What the hell are we doing back here I thought we could have a break for good!
WolvenAssassin: Shut up Grimmy.
Grimmjow: Fuck you!
Ichigo: Grimmjow! Shut up or so help me I will make you swallow a bloody Microphone stand!
Grimmjow: Just you try!
Ichigo: *Grabs stand before grabbing Grimmjow* Say AHHHH.
Grimmjow: W-Wolfy He-e-e- *Microphone enters mouth*
WolvenAssassin: *sigh* I don't own any of this not the name not the characters not their anime. NOTHING because I am not as awesome as to be allowed to own this. I only own the plot. On with the chapter.
*Distant cry for help and choking sounds*
Chapter: Manager? What the hell?
(Hey everyone, Airy here! The delay isn't Wolfy-chan's fault at all, I've been having my ass kicked by college lately and I haven't been able to beta or do pretty much anything else. So I apologise from the bottom of my heart for making you guys wait. Sorry!) Last Note Airy-chan asked me to share with you guys.
Ichigo stared at the sky, amazed by the beautiful soft blue colour. He stopped suddenly when his attention was caught by the neon light of the bar sign, the flashing words tempting him to enter. He smirked before walking past it. 'You ain't ever gonna see me again... Well as long as I can help it anyway...' Enthralled by his own mental conversation with the bar's neon sign, Ichigo didn't notice the tall figure standing in front of him until...
"Watch where yer goin'!" A deep, enticing baritone boomed.
Still a little dumbstruck and confused, Ichigo shook his head. A hand waved in front of his face, making him jump.
"Ya hear me tangerine head?" The voice finally broke through to him.
"What? Who are you? Oh, Sorry I didn't see you." Ichigo stated, bowing politely before looking up into the most enticing electric blue eyes he'd ever seen. He felt a sudden chill run up his spine as the cerulean eyed male smirked at him.
"Ya know, Ya really haveta start looking where yer goin'." He said nonchalantly, staring at the smaller male.
Ichigo stared at his sky blue hair before apologizing again and walking past the tall, attractive figure. Grimmjow stared after the peculiar Tangerine headed male before smirking and walking away.
Ichigo stared at his bedroom ceiling, thinking about his ex wife as usual. He scowled as he saw her leave again. Hell, first his mother dies, then Rukia leaves his sorry ass and now Orihime leaves him too. He sure as hell had shitty luck with women, huh. Ichigo jumped up suddenly as he was stuck by a random bolt of realization. "He was Grimmjow Jeagerjaques!" he exclaimed as it finally dawned on him, running downstairs straight into a very unsuspecting Kisuke, who literally screamed like a girl as he tumbled to the floor with Ichigo falling on top of him.
"What the hell's your problem Ichi!?" Urahara exclaimed, pushing the ginger head off of him.
Ichigo began squawking in laughter. "You scream like a girl!" Ichigo's laughter increased a few decibels as he grabbed his sides and rolled around on the floor.
"What is all this ruckus?" Yoruichi questioned, stepping into the living room.
"K-K-Kisuke... Screams... Like A Girl!" Ichigo choked out between laughs, trying to suck in air.
"Shut up Carrot Top!" Urahara exclaimed as he reddened in anger and embarrassment.
"What did you call me!?" Ichigo's laughter ceased, his eyebrows furrowed as he stared at the shop keeper.
"Great now I've done it..." He muttered under his breath, "I said Carrot top." Kisuke stated, shrugging.
Ichigo jumped to his feet before tackling Kisuke, raising his fist ready to strike... When Yoruichi suddenly struck him on the head with a ... Pan? Seriously?
"Oww! What the hell Kitten Lady!" Ichigo exclaimed rubbing the growing bump on his head.
"What did you just call me?" Yoruichi steamed, glaring at the young male.
"Oh shit!" Ichigo exclaimed before he was yelling at her to stop hitting him, with nothing but a pan. Kisuke stared at the two in utter amusement, oblivious to the pan heading his way till it struck him flat on the face.
"Hey watch it!" Kisuke yelled before throwing the pan back at them and joining the fight .
. . . An Hour Later . . .
Ichigo stared at the plate of food in front of him, pushing the peas around before sighing and giving up.
"I'm going to bed."
"You haven't eaten anything yet Ichi."
"I'm not hungry." Ichigo stated, shrugging his shoulders before standing up.
"Tomorrow you start with the band . . . But I warn you, their leader Grimmjow is quite a handful." Kisuke said, staring at the boy.
"About that... I bumped into him today." Ichigo shrugged.
"And he didn't kill you? Wow, Good sign there." Kisuke laughed.
"Lucky me." Ichigo stated before heading up the stairs.
"You better look after him Kisuke or I will personally kill you."
"I always do." The blond man smiled reassuringly.
. . . The next day . . .
"Ichigo wake up, we're gonna be late!" Kisuke yelled, banging on Ichigo's bedroom door.
"Kisuke piss off! I'm already up and done!" Ichigo yelled back , opening the door, a scowl tainting his face as he brushed past the older man.
Kisuke stood frozen, confused as hell by what just happened, before running to a window and opening it. "Well it's not snowing." He hummed to himself. He looked down at his watch before looking at the satiny sky. "There's still time."
"Hurry the fuck up idiot!" Ichigo yelled from downstairs.
"Hai hai, hang on."
Ichigo huffed in annoyance. "Wasn't he the one who told me to hurry the fuck up?" Ichigo muttered to himself.
"Come on Ichi let's go." Urahara said, leaning against the wall.
Ichigo glared at him before walking out the door and heading to the car.
. . . In front of Espada Studios . . .
"The fuck's up with their name?" Ichigo asked irritably as they headed into the building.
"Nothing." Kisuke grumbled boredly, earning a slap from Ichigo.
"Dick."
"Moron."
"Blondy."
"Strawberry!"
"Oh hell no . . . Don't you ever dare!"
"Tangerine!"
"Kisuke Urahara! You're a fucking dead man!"
Urahara laughed as they reached the door number 6. "Nope, I am still pretty much alive."
"Fuckin' Shop owner." Ichigo muttered as they entered the room.
"Everyone this is -" Kisuke started but was quickly cut off by a certain red-haired, hyper active nutcase.
"ICHI!" Renji grabbed his friend around the neck, noogieing him.
"Ren . . . Ji . . . Need . . . Oxygen . . . Am . . . Human..." Ichigo gasped out incoherently.
Renji laughed before letting go of the nearly blue strawberry. "I guess I forgot."
"Fuckin' idiot!" Ichigo yelled after catching his breath and punching Renji's arm.
"The fuck was that for?" Renji scowled rubbing his arm.
"Being so stupid!" Ichigo Retorted angrily.
"This is-" Kisuke was once again cut off, but this time by a white haired 18 year old.
"Ichigo? Where'd you come from?" Toshiro asked. Having now grown into his full height, he stared down, way down at the orange-haired male.
Ichigo glared up at him. "Idiot! I was here the whole fuckin' time! How bloody blind can you be!?"
"O? I guess you were just too short for Toshiro to see you? Maybe you should grow a little- Wait, you can't grow anymore can yo-" Renji was abruptly cut off by a fist connecting with his oh-so-sexy face.
Toshiro blinked, staring between the fallen red head and the very pissed off, very red Strawberry hovering over him.
"Don't ever call me short again." Ichigo warned.
"Whatever Coppernut." Renji smirked.
"Here we go again." Kisuke stated, sighing exasperatedly.
Ichigo and Renji got into an all-out scuffle, well, it was a rather one sided scuffle where Ichigo punched the red haired male again and again, till finally he stopped moving and was out cold.
"Ok can I continue no-" This time it was Ichigo interrupting the now angry blond Kisuke.
"Kisuke I'm going home, I'm fuckin' hungry." Ichigo growled then left without giving Urahara any time to complain or stop him.
"Please tell Grimmjow we'll have the meeting tomorrow... Ichigo is... well... being Ichigo." With that said Urahara bowed and left, leaving a few very confused band members.
"Ichigo!" Urahara yelled out at the retreating strawberry.
"What?" Ichigo yelled irritably.
"What the hell has gotten into you?"
"I am in no mood for hormonal teens and irritating band members, so please piss off!" Ichigo bit back.
Urahara slowed gradually till he stopped. "What the hell is wrong with him?" He mumbled to himself before racing after the pissy strawberry again.
Ichigo slipped through the streets before halting a few paces in front of his house.
'Who the fuck is that, oh no wait, is that GRIMMJOW?' Ichigo frowned deeply. 'How did he get here? Is he stalking me? Is he here to beat me up for bumping into him? Oh my god has he always looked so fucking sexy? Or is it just the lighting? Hoo boy I would SO tap that, wait . . . What? Why the hell am I thinking these things?' Ichigo's thoughts were a chaotic tangle, freezing him in place with their sudden onslaught. His scowl intensified further.
"What's he doing here?" Ichigo asked, staring at the bluenette standing at his door.
"I called him, since you were hungry and came home I told him to meet us here." Urahara stated in a monotone, but his expression indicated that he was up to no good.
Ichigo sighed before walking over to the frighteningly tall and attractive band leader who still had his back to them. "Hi Grimmjow," Ichigo said, making the beast jump.
"Holy Fu- Hey it's you!" Grimmjow fumbled in surprise.
"Yeah, now will you move so I can open my door?" Ichigo deadpanned, ignoring the piercing blue eyes on him.
"Yeah, sorry." Grimmjow stepped to the side, staring at the slighter male.
"Hi Grimmjow." Kisuke said waving at him.
"Hi Shop owner." Grimmjow said, still staring at Ichigo.
"Come on in." Ichigo swung the door open.
Grimmjow and Urahara followed Ichigo inside before heading to the lounge. Ichigo sighed before shutting the door and following the two chattering males.
"So why did ya want me to come over, 'ey?" Grimmjow asked, staring at the blond.
"Well I wanted to introduce you to your new manager." Kisuke stated, smiling mischievously.
"Ok, all good and what not, but why the hell do I need to come to his house ?" Grimmjow asked, pointing at the rather annoyed strawberry.
"Well . . . He's the new manager." Kisuke, grinned, rubbing the back of his neck.
Grimmjow chuckled heartily. "Come on Shop keeper, now is not the time for one of your jokes."
A vein popped on Ichigo's forehead. "What do you mean jokes?"
"Well it's obvious that you are not the manager, I mean, someone like you could never manage a band." Grimmjow suddenly felt the hairs on the back of his neck prickle. He gulped when he saw an ominous aura emanating from the now murderous looking strawberry.
"I AM the new manager you twit." Ichigo huffed, staring Grimmjow almost to death.
"Manager? What the hell Kisuke!?" Grimmjow huffed pointing at the agitated strawberry.
Ichigo stood up menacingly, glaring angrily at the bluenette. "What do you meant by that, you blue-haired dick!?"
Grimmjow backed into the couch . "Don't waste my time like this Urahara. Not ever again." He looked agitatedly at the Strawberry.
Ichigo glared at him. "Then get the fuck out." Ichigo stepped aside pointing at the door.
Grimmjow stared at him then gave him a crooked smile. "With Pleasure." Grimmjow got up and walked out, slamming the door behind him making the sound reverberate through the entire house. Then he walked off.
"Nice going Ichigo, now you lost the one chance you had of getting a-" Ichigo cut Kisuke off with a hand over his mouth.
"Shut up and wait." Ichigo smiled then counted off from three, and as he hit one the door flung open revealing Grimmjow.
"Fine, we'll give you a shot, first gig is in a month's time. Just do whatever the hell you want and everything will go smoothly." Grimmjow blubbered, not meeting anyone's eyes, before turning around and storming off again.
Kisuke stared at Ichigo confusedly. "How'd you know?"
Ichigo snickered then pointed to the window before waving and walking up stairs.
. . . To Be Continued . . .
Sorry if the spelling and grammar is still as bad as it was we tried to find as much mistakes as we could. Love you guys and I hope your all still along for the ride, hopefully the updates will be coming faster and more orderly though I cannot give times by which I'll update but I'll update as soon as I can.