[fic] Aesthetics & Identity :: Minuet
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shannys_cornerTitle: Aesthetics and Identity :: Minuet
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kiyala
Beta:doublenatural
Word Count: 2074
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Slightly AU-ish story where Ichigo and Uryuu become famous singing stars XD
Warnings: as I said, AU-ness… doesn’t sit very well on the Bleach timeline ^^;
Status: Incomplete (2/7)
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach
Notes: Bleh it’s been ages since I posted the first chapter of this ><;; Sorry for the wait!!
Chapter 1 :: Prelude
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They fidgeted backstage all through the first performance, and then the second… and third. And they were last. Rukia had managed to assemble something like a support group, with herself, Orihime, Tatsuki, Chad, Keigo and Mizuiro huddled around them.
“You guys are going to be great!” Orihime assured although the only one other than the two boys to have even heard their song before was Rukia, “I just know it. Everyone’s going to love it.”
“Yeah, no sweat,” Tatsuki added with a grin, “It’ll only shame you for life.”
Ichigo groaned, “Yeah, screw you too.”
Uryuu was silent as he watched the stage, and the redhead walked up to him.
“You nervous?”
The other boy looked up and hesitated for a moment, “…I don’t… well… I guess.”
Grinning, Ichigo nudged him with his shoulder, “Don’t worry about it. I guess I can’t really talk, but I think we’ll be okay. It’s fun, anyway.”
This made Uryuu smirk, “So you’re okay with making a complete fool of yourself in front of the majority of the school?”
There was a short silence and they both laughed nervously.
“God damn I’m going to kill Rukia.”
“Me first,” Uryuu said.
“Okay guys, you’re next,” Rukia announced as the crowd in the auditorium began to applaud loudly.
“Fuck…” Ichigo whined under his breath, “Okay okay… stay calm. We’re going to be fine… we’re going to be fine…”
“And next, Aesthetics and Identity – a duet sung by Kurosaki Ichigo and Ishida Uryuu!”
The crowd applauded again, while there was an odd laugh or look of amusement. Ignoring it, or at least trying their very best to, the two boys walked out onto the stage and facing row upon row of students, they hesitated for a moment before glancing at each other and then, stepping forward, took the two microphones off their stands.
“Yureugoku…” Uryuu began, closing his eyes for a moment and steeling his nerves, “Kono omoi…”
The entire large room fell silent at the sound of the voice and the two boys suddenly felt a lot more comfortable – as though they were back in Ichigo’s room and they weren’t being watched. Uryuu paused and Ichigo picked up, closing his eyes to block out everything but the song, the presence of the other boy a few metres from him and the strangely comforting feeling those two thoughts brought to him. The audience was stunned into silence a second time as Ichigo sang, his voice distinctly different to Uryuu’s, but possessing the same haunting quality that had even Tatsuki mentally denying that she felt ever so slightly weak at the knees.
By the time they had finished, there was an oddly spaced-out look on the face of each and every single female in the auditorium. In fact, the same could be said for quite a few males as well. This quickly dissolved as applause filled the air. Looking at each other with a slightly surprised look, the two grinned at each other and slowly turned to leave.
“Where the fuck did you learn how to sing like that?” Tatsuki cried, her eyes wide as the two boys returned backstage.
They shrugged, trying to wave away the compliment, but the grin on Ichigo’s face said otherwise.
“See? I told you that you’d be okay. Now you owe me for entering you in the talent quest!” Rukia declared with a wide grin, “Ahh! Ichigo owes me for liiife~!”
“I don’t owe you anything, brat,” Ichigo retorted, making to smack the girl upside the head, but then stopped and scratched the back of his head, “Yeah. I guess. Thanks.”
“They’re going to announce the winners tomorrow, but I reckon you guys are going to win hands down,” she informed them with a grin.
Ichigo raised an eyebrow and looked around, the applause and whistling from the audience still going strong.
“Is there anything else we need to do?” he asked, beginning to feel uncomfortable with all of the attention – even though he was no longer on the stage.
“I don’t think so,” replied Uryuu and before the others could say anything, the two boys were leaving.
“Let’s go and celebrate,” Ichigo suggested with a grin, “We’ll go to a café or something.”
“Café?” Uryuu looked surprised, “I would’ve thought your idea of celebrating would have been going out and drinking until you couldn’t remember what you were celebrating about anymore.”
With a laugh, the redhead shrugged, “Nah. That’s more of a Keigo thing. I’d prefer… hot chocolate. Or a mocha.”
Amused, but deciding not to comment, Uryuu nodded, “Sounds good to me.”
They sat at a table in a local café, receiving the occasional odd glance at being the only two in school uniform while the fast food joint across the road was brimming with students.
“You know what?” Ichigo asked with a grin as they sipped their drinks, “Remember how I said I couldn’t play an instrument? I lied. I can play the guitar.”
Uryuu’s eyes widened, “What? And you didn’t tell me?!”
He shrugged, “Used to play ages ago… okay, well I still play. Just less these days. Besides, I don’t think Aesthetics and Identity is really suited for guitar.”
Looking pensive, the dark-haired boy nodded, “Mm, you’re right. Besides… I can play the piano, so I guess we’re kind of even.”
“Piano?” Ichigo asked, “Wow. How the hell is it that we manage to have all of this musical talent no one ever knew about, and then find out about it at the same time?”
“Must be Fate!” Uryuu gasped mockingly, “But seriously… I believe everything happens for a reason.”
“Yeah. You’re probably right,” Ichigo agreed and leaned back in his chair, “Hey… want to write another song? You still have your piano, right?”
Uryuu nodded slowly, “My grandfather taught me how to play… I have his old piano at my flat, but I can’t play it there because you know… thin walls, irate neighbours and such.”
Sitting up suddenly, the taller boy opened his mouth and then shut it, processing his thoughts before putting them into words, “Well if you want, we can move your piano to my place. Like the garage or something so then you can play it whenever you want… and we can write more songs.”
There was some excitement in Uryuu’s eyes but he then frowned, “Is your family okay with that? I mean… having me around a lot. We’ve been so busy practicing the song lately that I didn’t even have time to consider the fact that I’ve been at your house so much…”
“Don’t worry about it,” Ichigo replied with a grin, “They’ve practically adopted you into the family already, like Rukia. Heck, my dad would have you share a bedroom with me if you weren’t so damn insistent on going home after dinner.”
There was an awkward silence and both boys looked away from each other for a moment.
“Erm… yeah. So if you want, I’ll ask my dad about the piano. If you’re okay with it.”
“It’d be great, thanks.”
They stared at their empty cups and hesitated for a moment before getting up.
“I need to catch up on about a week’s worth of homework,” Ichigo confessed, rubbing the back of his neck.
Uryuu laughed, “Me too, for once.”
And so, they both ended up walking to Ichigo’s house to do their work together – not realising that Ichigo’s mobile phone was turned off. Or that Keigo followed them until Ichigo’s street, giving the dark-haired boy jealous glares.
o O o
The next day at school, heads turned as Ichigo or Uryuu walked past, accompanied with whispers and the occasional squeal. They did their best to ignore this and at lunch time decided to stay in the homeroom, Ichigo seated on his desk, Uryuu in his chair.
“There are more people that know my name than I remember even being in that auditorium,” the dark-haired boy said with a frown, “Every time I pass someone, they always say ‘Oh! It’s Ishida-kun from yesterday!’ it’s… weird.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Ichigo said, resting his chin in his hand, “It’s kind of annoying, but I guess it’s nice to know all these people liked the song.”
“Speaking of which,” Uryuu said with a smirk, “Where’s Rukia?”
As if on cue, the girl walked… well, ran into the room followed by Orihime, Tatsuki not far behind as she was not running as enthusiastically.
“YOU GUYS CAME FIRST! I KNEW YOU WOULD!” Rukia exclaimed, launching herself at both of them in another group hug.
“Nicely done,” Tatsuki commented with a nod and the two boys grinned at each other.
Clearing her throat, Rukia grinned, “And also… well, they have this recording company coming around to Karakura next week…”
“You should try out! You could become actual singers!” Orihime cheered happily.
The two boys looked at each other hesitantly.
“Come on!” Rukia urged, “What do you have to lose? It’d be great! If you won, then you’d be famous and everyone would love you and—”
“Hey…” Ichigo cut in and scratching his head, turned to Uryuu, “It’s up to you, really. I don’t mind.”
With a small nod, the dark-haired boy spoke, “I don’t see why we shouldn’t give it a shot.”
Rukia beamed, “And I can be your manager!”
There was a short silence and her enthusiastic smile faded.
“Well, fine then. Just remember who you owe when you become megastars.”
“If we become megastars,” Ichigo corrected and then grinned, “You could always be our groupie.”
“In your dreams!” Rukia laughed and then turned to sit at her desk, “But seriously. I reckon you’ll win this thing.”
Glancing at each other, the two boys grinned. Perhaps it wasn’t so bad an idea after all.
o O o
“Right Ichigo, you’re going to have to help me here.”
“Sure,” the redhead nodded, walking over and helping Isshin heave the large piano into the garage.
“You sure you don’t need any more help?” Uryuu asked, hovering about feeling rather useless.
Isshin grinned, “Nah. It’s alright, we’re almost done.”
“Over here?” Ichigo asked, nodding in the direction he meant.
“Sure, come on.”
They both shifted slowly so they could put the piano down, when Ichigo’s fingers slipped.
“Shit—”
“Got it,” Uryuu murmured and helped Ichigo carry it, both boys trying to ignore the fact that their fingers were almost interlocked as they held the large instrument up and placing it down, released sighs in unison.
“How’s that?” Ichigo asked, stretching his back and looking at the other boy with one eye opened.
Uryuu was speechless for a moment and then dipped in a low bow to Ichigo and his father, “Thank you.”
Isshin laughed and waved it off, “Heh don’t worry about it. You don’t need to thank us like that, you’re practically part of our family now. I’m glad Ichigo is making such good friends. I wish he’d pick up some manners from you.”
“Yeah yeah, don’t you have a clinic to tend to?” the redhead asked with a grin before turning to the other boy, “Feeling creative enough to write a new song?”
Uryuu sat down in front of the piano, taking a deep breath before lifting the cover and brushing his fingers over the keys.
“Been a while?” Ichigo asked with a small smile as he grabbed the guitar that had been resting against the wall and pulled up a chair, “Same.”
Pausing for a moment, the dark-haired boy turned his head slightly, “What do you think of that contest Kuchiki-san and Inoue-san want us to enter?”
“The one with the recording label?” Ichigo asked and then hesitated before replying, “I want to do it.”
“But if we win, we’re going to become artists and you know… everything’s going to be turned upside-down.”
“Like what?”
“School. We’ll be too busy for school. And we’d have to work hard to get an album out and…”
“Hey, we’ll be in it together,” Ichigo pointed out, clapping the other boy on the shoulder, “It’s not like we’ll be alone. Besides, I’m sure it won’t change too many things if we don’t want them to change.”
“Do you really want to win this, Ichigo?”
“Fuck yeah.”
“Good. Now that’s out of the way, I say we should practice this song until it’s… perfect.”
With a grin, Ichigo sat back in his chair and after their eyes met for a moment, they began to sing once again.
To Be Continued
Author:
kiyalaBeta:
doublenaturalWord Count: 2074
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Slightly AU-ish story where Ichigo and Uryuu become famous singing stars XD
Warnings: as I said, AU-ness… doesn’t sit very well on the Bleach timeline ^^;
Status: Incomplete (2/7)
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach
Notes: Bleh it’s been ages since I posted the first chapter of this ><;; Sorry for the wait!!
Chapter 1 :: Prelude
x-posted to
ishi_ichiThey fidgeted backstage all through the first performance, and then the second… and third. And they were last. Rukia had managed to assemble something like a support group, with herself, Orihime, Tatsuki, Chad, Keigo and Mizuiro huddled around them.
“You guys are going to be great!” Orihime assured although the only one other than the two boys to have even heard their song before was Rukia, “I just know it. Everyone’s going to love it.”
“Yeah, no sweat,” Tatsuki added with a grin, “It’ll only shame you for life.”
Ichigo groaned, “Yeah, screw you too.”
Uryuu was silent as he watched the stage, and the redhead walked up to him.
“You nervous?”
The other boy looked up and hesitated for a moment, “…I don’t… well… I guess.”
Grinning, Ichigo nudged him with his shoulder, “Don’t worry about it. I guess I can’t really talk, but I think we’ll be okay. It’s fun, anyway.”
This made Uryuu smirk, “So you’re okay with making a complete fool of yourself in front of the majority of the school?”
There was a short silence and they both laughed nervously.
“God damn I’m going to kill Rukia.”
“Me first,” Uryuu said.
“Okay guys, you’re next,” Rukia announced as the crowd in the auditorium began to applaud loudly.
“Fuck…” Ichigo whined under his breath, “Okay okay… stay calm. We’re going to be fine… we’re going to be fine…”
“And next, Aesthetics and Identity – a duet sung by Kurosaki Ichigo and Ishida Uryuu!”
The crowd applauded again, while there was an odd laugh or look of amusement. Ignoring it, or at least trying their very best to, the two boys walked out onto the stage and facing row upon row of students, they hesitated for a moment before glancing at each other and then, stepping forward, took the two microphones off their stands.
“Yureugoku…” Uryuu began, closing his eyes for a moment and steeling his nerves, “Kono omoi…”
The entire large room fell silent at the sound of the voice and the two boys suddenly felt a lot more comfortable – as though they were back in Ichigo’s room and they weren’t being watched. Uryuu paused and Ichigo picked up, closing his eyes to block out everything but the song, the presence of the other boy a few metres from him and the strangely comforting feeling those two thoughts brought to him. The audience was stunned into silence a second time as Ichigo sang, his voice distinctly different to Uryuu’s, but possessing the same haunting quality that had even Tatsuki mentally denying that she felt ever so slightly weak at the knees.
By the time they had finished, there was an oddly spaced-out look on the face of each and every single female in the auditorium. In fact, the same could be said for quite a few males as well. This quickly dissolved as applause filled the air. Looking at each other with a slightly surprised look, the two grinned at each other and slowly turned to leave.
“Where the fuck did you learn how to sing like that?” Tatsuki cried, her eyes wide as the two boys returned backstage.
They shrugged, trying to wave away the compliment, but the grin on Ichigo’s face said otherwise.
“See? I told you that you’d be okay. Now you owe me for entering you in the talent quest!” Rukia declared with a wide grin, “Ahh! Ichigo owes me for liiife~!”
“I don’t owe you anything, brat,” Ichigo retorted, making to smack the girl upside the head, but then stopped and scratched the back of his head, “Yeah. I guess. Thanks.”
“They’re going to announce the winners tomorrow, but I reckon you guys are going to win hands down,” she informed them with a grin.
Ichigo raised an eyebrow and looked around, the applause and whistling from the audience still going strong.
“Is there anything else we need to do?” he asked, beginning to feel uncomfortable with all of the attention – even though he was no longer on the stage.
“I don’t think so,” replied Uryuu and before the others could say anything, the two boys were leaving.
“Let’s go and celebrate,” Ichigo suggested with a grin, “We’ll go to a café or something.”
“Café?” Uryuu looked surprised, “I would’ve thought your idea of celebrating would have been going out and drinking until you couldn’t remember what you were celebrating about anymore.”
With a laugh, the redhead shrugged, “Nah. That’s more of a Keigo thing. I’d prefer… hot chocolate. Or a mocha.”
Amused, but deciding not to comment, Uryuu nodded, “Sounds good to me.”
They sat at a table in a local café, receiving the occasional odd glance at being the only two in school uniform while the fast food joint across the road was brimming with students.
“You know what?” Ichigo asked with a grin as they sipped their drinks, “Remember how I said I couldn’t play an instrument? I lied. I can play the guitar.”
Uryuu’s eyes widened, “What? And you didn’t tell me?!”
He shrugged, “Used to play ages ago… okay, well I still play. Just less these days. Besides, I don’t think Aesthetics and Identity is really suited for guitar.”
Looking pensive, the dark-haired boy nodded, “Mm, you’re right. Besides… I can play the piano, so I guess we’re kind of even.”
“Piano?” Ichigo asked, “Wow. How the hell is it that we manage to have all of this musical talent no one ever knew about, and then find out about it at the same time?”
“Must be Fate!” Uryuu gasped mockingly, “But seriously… I believe everything happens for a reason.”
“Yeah. You’re probably right,” Ichigo agreed and leaned back in his chair, “Hey… want to write another song? You still have your piano, right?”
Uryuu nodded slowly, “My grandfather taught me how to play… I have his old piano at my flat, but I can’t play it there because you know… thin walls, irate neighbours and such.”
Sitting up suddenly, the taller boy opened his mouth and then shut it, processing his thoughts before putting them into words, “Well if you want, we can move your piano to my place. Like the garage or something so then you can play it whenever you want… and we can write more songs.”
There was some excitement in Uryuu’s eyes but he then frowned, “Is your family okay with that? I mean… having me around a lot. We’ve been so busy practicing the song lately that I didn’t even have time to consider the fact that I’ve been at your house so much…”
“Don’t worry about it,” Ichigo replied with a grin, “They’ve practically adopted you into the family already, like Rukia. Heck, my dad would have you share a bedroom with me if you weren’t so damn insistent on going home after dinner.”
There was an awkward silence and both boys looked away from each other for a moment.
“Erm… yeah. So if you want, I’ll ask my dad about the piano. If you’re okay with it.”
“It’d be great, thanks.”
They stared at their empty cups and hesitated for a moment before getting up.
“I need to catch up on about a week’s worth of homework,” Ichigo confessed, rubbing the back of his neck.
Uryuu laughed, “Me too, for once.”
And so, they both ended up walking to Ichigo’s house to do their work together – not realising that Ichigo’s mobile phone was turned off. Or that Keigo followed them until Ichigo’s street, giving the dark-haired boy jealous glares.
o O o
The next day at school, heads turned as Ichigo or Uryuu walked past, accompanied with whispers and the occasional squeal. They did their best to ignore this and at lunch time decided to stay in the homeroom, Ichigo seated on his desk, Uryuu in his chair.
“There are more people that know my name than I remember even being in that auditorium,” the dark-haired boy said with a frown, “Every time I pass someone, they always say ‘Oh! It’s Ishida-kun from yesterday!’ it’s… weird.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Ichigo said, resting his chin in his hand, “It’s kind of annoying, but I guess it’s nice to know all these people liked the song.”
“Speaking of which,” Uryuu said with a smirk, “Where’s Rukia?”
As if on cue, the girl walked… well, ran into the room followed by Orihime, Tatsuki not far behind as she was not running as enthusiastically.
“YOU GUYS CAME FIRST! I KNEW YOU WOULD!” Rukia exclaimed, launching herself at both of them in another group hug.
“Nicely done,” Tatsuki commented with a nod and the two boys grinned at each other.
Clearing her throat, Rukia grinned, “And also… well, they have this recording company coming around to Karakura next week…”
“You should try out! You could become actual singers!” Orihime cheered happily.
The two boys looked at each other hesitantly.
“Come on!” Rukia urged, “What do you have to lose? It’d be great! If you won, then you’d be famous and everyone would love you and—”
“Hey…” Ichigo cut in and scratching his head, turned to Uryuu, “It’s up to you, really. I don’t mind.”
With a small nod, the dark-haired boy spoke, “I don’t see why we shouldn’t give it a shot.”
Rukia beamed, “And I can be your manager!”
There was a short silence and her enthusiastic smile faded.
“Well, fine then. Just remember who you owe when you become megastars.”
“If we become megastars,” Ichigo corrected and then grinned, “You could always be our groupie.”
“In your dreams!” Rukia laughed and then turned to sit at her desk, “But seriously. I reckon you’ll win this thing.”
Glancing at each other, the two boys grinned. Perhaps it wasn’t so bad an idea after all.
o O o
“Right Ichigo, you’re going to have to help me here.”
“Sure,” the redhead nodded, walking over and helping Isshin heave the large piano into the garage.
“You sure you don’t need any more help?” Uryuu asked, hovering about feeling rather useless.
Isshin grinned, “Nah. It’s alright, we’re almost done.”
“Over here?” Ichigo asked, nodding in the direction he meant.
“Sure, come on.”
They both shifted slowly so they could put the piano down, when Ichigo’s fingers slipped.
“Shit—”
“Got it,” Uryuu murmured and helped Ichigo carry it, both boys trying to ignore the fact that their fingers were almost interlocked as they held the large instrument up and placing it down, released sighs in unison.
“How’s that?” Ichigo asked, stretching his back and looking at the other boy with one eye opened.
Uryuu was speechless for a moment and then dipped in a low bow to Ichigo and his father, “Thank you.”
Isshin laughed and waved it off, “Heh don’t worry about it. You don’t need to thank us like that, you’re practically part of our family now. I’m glad Ichigo is making such good friends. I wish he’d pick up some manners from you.”
“Yeah yeah, don’t you have a clinic to tend to?” the redhead asked with a grin before turning to the other boy, “Feeling creative enough to write a new song?”
Uryuu sat down in front of the piano, taking a deep breath before lifting the cover and brushing his fingers over the keys.
“Been a while?” Ichigo asked with a small smile as he grabbed the guitar that had been resting against the wall and pulled up a chair, “Same.”
Pausing for a moment, the dark-haired boy turned his head slightly, “What do you think of that contest Kuchiki-san and Inoue-san want us to enter?”
“The one with the recording label?” Ichigo asked and then hesitated before replying, “I want to do it.”
“But if we win, we’re going to become artists and you know… everything’s going to be turned upside-down.”
“Like what?”
“School. We’ll be too busy for school. And we’d have to work hard to get an album out and…”
“Hey, we’ll be in it together,” Ichigo pointed out, clapping the other boy on the shoulder, “It’s not like we’ll be alone. Besides, I’m sure it won’t change too many things if we don’t want them to change.”
“Do you really want to win this, Ichigo?”
“Fuck yeah.”
“Good. Now that’s out of the way, I say we should practice this song until it’s… perfect.”
With a grin, Ichigo sat back in his chair and after their eyes met for a moment, they began to sing once again.
To Be Continued
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