[fic] Aesthetics and Identity :: Bolero
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shannys_cornerTitle: Aesthetics and Identity :: Bolero
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kiyala
Beta:doublenatural
Word Count: 1724
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 (3/7)
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach
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ishi_ichi
Chapter 1 :: Prelude
Chapter 2 :: Minuet
“I’m still hungry. I’m going to get more noodles, do you want any?” Ichigo walked to the kitchen, scooping some food into his bowl while looking over his shoulder at Uryuu.
“No thank you. I can’t eat.”
With a grin, Ichigo returned to the sofa and ate while looking over at the other boy, “Nervous?”
They had been told that they would receive the results telling them whether or not they had won the contest that afternoon and to Uryuu’s dismay, it had even been a school day. Although the actual announcement itself was to be later, out of school times, the boy hadn’t eaten anything all day and had almost collapsed at school.
“Come on, it won’t be that bad,” the redhead assured, sucking some sauce off his spoon, “I mean, we did the best we could, didn’t we? And they said they really liked it. If we make it, then great. Otherwise, well as we said at the start of it, there’s not really anything to lose, is there?”
This brought a small smile to Uryuu’s face and he shook his head, “I guess not. It’s just that… we’ve put in so much effort, I want to win.”
“We’ve always wanted to win,” Ichigo pointed out, “But hey, don’t worry. Whatever happens will work out for the best as long as you remember to appreciate what you have.”
“You’re right… it doesn’t really matter all that much if we don’t win, it’s just a silly—”
The phone rang and both boys jumped to their feet. Looking at each other with grins, they ran to the phone and Ichigo snatched it up.
“Moshi moshi?”
Uryuu fidgeted and Ichigo made a face.
“Fine. Bye.”
“What did they say?” the dark-haired boy asked, frowning at Ichigo’s expression.
“Fucking telemarketers.”
They both began to laugh, but quickly stopped when the phone rang once again.
“…Moshi moshi?” Ichigo’s voice carried some hope.
“Yes? Yes… this is Kurosaki Ichigo. Yeah, Uryuu’s with me.”
Chewing on his lower lip, Uryuu began to wring his hands as he listened to one side of the conversation.
“Oh? Really? Okay. …Okay. Thank you. Thanks very much. Yep, will do. Thank you.”
The phone was replaced into the cradle and Uryuu looked at his friend with fearful eyes.
“Ichi—”
“We.”
“Yes?”
“Fucking.”
“…Yes??”
“WON!”
The room exploded with the sounds of both boys yelling ecstatically. Ichigo was punching the air while Uryuu held his head with both hands and laughed with happiness he hadn’t felt for a long time.
“Ichi-nii??” Yuzu came running into the room and was promptly lifted up and hugged by her older brother.
“We made it!”
“You did? Really? That’s amazing! TOU-SAN! THEY WON!”
In the next hour, without any pre-planning, a large party was taking place at the Kurosaki residence where just about anyone that Ichigo and Uryuu knew were there celebrating their victory.
The smiles that had found their ways to the boys’ faces had not left since and they had experienced difficulty in speaking more than a sentence at a time. Food and drinks were produced and passed around and although Ichigo was far too rapt to eat anything himself, he managed to force the other boy to eat a few chips in the defence that he hadn’t eaten all day. It wasn’t until the majority of the people had left that Ichigo and Uryuu were able to speak properly again.
“I knew you’d make it,” Rukia said with a large smile as she sat down on the sofa beside Orihime, “We saw the poster and knew we’d have to tell you.”
“Well tomorrow we have to go to the studio so we know where to go from now,” Ichigo said, looking over at Uryuu as they both lay draped over single-seaters opposite to each other.
“Just remember not to forget us when you’re famous!” Orihime said with a smile and the redhead grinned.
“Of course we won’t. Now, I’m going to go and… collapse.”
They watched Ichigo walk up the stairs, wobbling as he gripped the railing for support and then the large thud that told them he had found his bed. Or had missed it.
“Uryuu-nii-chan,” Yuzu chirped with a smile, “You must be tired, why don’t you stay here too?”
The dark-haired boy made a small grumble of protest, but being too tired to argue as much as was usually required, ended up falling asleep where he sat.
Rukia grinned and looked at the others, “Aww, isn’t it sweet?”
Keigo’s expression darkened, “Yeah. Sweet.”
o O o
Within the next few weeks, more songs were written and in the next two months, their first album had been released. The two boys sat across from their manager, Mizuko, as she read over a few papers and looked at them.
“You two are big hits, all over Japan,” she announced, “Your record sales for a first release are practically off the charts.”
“Wait…” Ichigo said with a frown, “Off the charts good, or off the charts bad?”
Mizuko threw the clipboard at him, “See for yourself.”
Letting out a low whistle, Ichigo looked over at the other boy, “Are you seeing this?”
“My glasses are on, yes,” Uryuu replied, adjusting them as though to make his point.
“Congratulations,” Mizuko said with a smile, “I’d say you’ve earned yourself a week’s break. I’ll see you next Monday, then.”
Nodding, the two left and grinned at each other as they left the room.
“This is fucking awesome,” Ichigo declared, wrapping an arm around the other boy’s shoulder, “We rock.”
“Hot chocolate?” Uryuu asked with a smile.
It had become a tradition of sorts for them to celebrate by drinking hot chocolate. It didn’t quite matter where, but after every achievement they could be found at a table somewhere, sipping from cups.
“This week-long break will be good. We’ve hardly had any time to do any studying,” Uryuu pointed out, “Homework is easy to get out of the way, but that’s all I’ve got time for these days. It always takes so long to get from the studio to your place and then to walk home.
“Why don’t you just stay at my place for a while then?” Ichigo offered with a shrug, “My dad said you’re like family now, so I don’t see what he’d have against it.”
“I don’t want to intrude,” the dark-haired boy said humbly.
Ichigo laughed at this, “I really doubt you’d be intruding much. All it would mean is that you stay for dinner and sleep at my place, you’re always over anyway. Come on, it’d be easier anyway.”
“Well where would I sleep? There’s no place… your sisters have to share a room with Rukia as it is,” Uryuu pointed out.
“I still have a room to myself. You can bunk there if you need to.”
They realised they had unconsciously walked to the nearby café and entered, sitting at a table with their drinks before speaking again.
“Besides, if you stay at my place, you can help me with my homework.”
Uryuu grinned, “I knew there had to be an ulterior motive.”
“Well you’re smart, and we’re busy, so we might as well help each other out, yeah? Besides, you won’t need to cook your own food.”
The other boy shrugged, “Fine then, ask your dad… and thanks.”
“You know he’ll say yes, you might as well move in now,” Ichigo said with a grin.
o O o
If either of the boys had thought that they couldn’t walk anywhere in the school without people whispering behind them in recognition before, they truly had no idea.
“Hey! Look, it’s those two! You think I could get them to autograph my CD? I just bought it yesterday, it’s so good and, oh my god, they look so—”
“Shut up. They can hear you.”
The two boys glanced at each other with embarrassed looks as they kept walking.
“Hey you know, those two are always around each other and—”
“No.”
“But—”
“No.”
One of the girls sniffed indignantly, “Just because you want to marry—”
“Shut up!”
Luckily, neither Ichigo nor Uryuu had heard the exchange as they walked into their homeroom.
“Well look, it’s the we’re-attached-at-the-hips group. I’ve heard that you’ve hit number one in the charts,” Keigo said as they walked in, looking rather hard at Uryuu, “You must have been hanging around each other a lot lately to get that album done, don’t you ever get sick of each other?”
Looking at each other, the boys shrugged.
“…Nah, I don’t quite mind. Uryuu’s rather fun to be around… when he’s not sewing.”
“Yeah… the sewing,” Keigo said, raising an eyebrow, “Doesn’t that make Ishida kind of…”
Ichigo stared at him, “Kind of what?”
After a moment, Keigo shrugged and looked away, “Never mind.”
Uryuu frowned and walked to his desk and Ichigo followed.
“Erm… you don’t think he’s…” Ichigo began, looking out of the window as he hesitated.
“Jealous we’ve been spending so much time together?” Uryuu offered and shrugged, “I don’t blame him. You’ve been ditching your friends to hang around the dork.”
“Hey, don’t say that,” the other boy murmured, placing a hand on his friend’s shoulder, “I’d even admit you’re more fun to be around than them, sometimes.”
With a sad smile, Uryuu opened his book, “Maybe you have been hanging around me too much, Ichigo. You should spend some time with your friends too. Especially now that we’ve got a break for a while. We can go back to normal for a while. You can be with your friends and—”
“And you can join us too,” Ichigo said softly, “You don’t have to exclude yourself completely, you know. You’re one of my friends too. I like having you around.”
With a smirk, the dark-haired boy ran a hand through his hair, “Well seeing I’m living with you now, I doubt you’ll miss me that much.”
Unfortunately, unbeknownst to them, the comment had been overheard and by the time the two boys were walking home that afternoon to Ichigo’s house – where Uryuu had moved all of his belongings to just the day before – the school was teeming with rumours of the two living together and, as speculating girls gossiped to each other on the way home, who knew what else.
To Be Continued…
Author:
kiyalaBeta:
doublenaturalWord Count: 1724
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 (3/7)
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach
x-posted to
ishi_ichiChapter 1 :: Prelude
Chapter 2 :: Minuet
“I’m still hungry. I’m going to get more noodles, do you want any?” Ichigo walked to the kitchen, scooping some food into his bowl while looking over his shoulder at Uryuu.
“No thank you. I can’t eat.”
With a grin, Ichigo returned to the sofa and ate while looking over at the other boy, “Nervous?”
They had been told that they would receive the results telling them whether or not they had won the contest that afternoon and to Uryuu’s dismay, it had even been a school day. Although the actual announcement itself was to be later, out of school times, the boy hadn’t eaten anything all day and had almost collapsed at school.
“Come on, it won’t be that bad,” the redhead assured, sucking some sauce off his spoon, “I mean, we did the best we could, didn’t we? And they said they really liked it. If we make it, then great. Otherwise, well as we said at the start of it, there’s not really anything to lose, is there?”
This brought a small smile to Uryuu’s face and he shook his head, “I guess not. It’s just that… we’ve put in so much effort, I want to win.”
“We’ve always wanted to win,” Ichigo pointed out, “But hey, don’t worry. Whatever happens will work out for the best as long as you remember to appreciate what you have.”
“You’re right… it doesn’t really matter all that much if we don’t win, it’s just a silly—”
The phone rang and both boys jumped to their feet. Looking at each other with grins, they ran to the phone and Ichigo snatched it up.
“Moshi moshi?”
Uryuu fidgeted and Ichigo made a face.
“Fine. Bye.”
“What did they say?” the dark-haired boy asked, frowning at Ichigo’s expression.
“Fucking telemarketers.”
They both began to laugh, but quickly stopped when the phone rang once again.
“…Moshi moshi?” Ichigo’s voice carried some hope.
“Yes? Yes… this is Kurosaki Ichigo. Yeah, Uryuu’s with me.”
Chewing on his lower lip, Uryuu began to wring his hands as he listened to one side of the conversation.
“Oh? Really? Okay. …Okay. Thank you. Thanks very much. Yep, will do. Thank you.”
The phone was replaced into the cradle and Uryuu looked at his friend with fearful eyes.
“Ichi—”
“We.”
“Yes?”
“Fucking.”
“…Yes??”
“WON!”
The room exploded with the sounds of both boys yelling ecstatically. Ichigo was punching the air while Uryuu held his head with both hands and laughed with happiness he hadn’t felt for a long time.
“Ichi-nii??” Yuzu came running into the room and was promptly lifted up and hugged by her older brother.
“We made it!”
“You did? Really? That’s amazing! TOU-SAN! THEY WON!”
In the next hour, without any pre-planning, a large party was taking place at the Kurosaki residence where just about anyone that Ichigo and Uryuu knew were there celebrating their victory.
The smiles that had found their ways to the boys’ faces had not left since and they had experienced difficulty in speaking more than a sentence at a time. Food and drinks were produced and passed around and although Ichigo was far too rapt to eat anything himself, he managed to force the other boy to eat a few chips in the defence that he hadn’t eaten all day. It wasn’t until the majority of the people had left that Ichigo and Uryuu were able to speak properly again.
“I knew you’d make it,” Rukia said with a large smile as she sat down on the sofa beside Orihime, “We saw the poster and knew we’d have to tell you.”
“Well tomorrow we have to go to the studio so we know where to go from now,” Ichigo said, looking over at Uryuu as they both lay draped over single-seaters opposite to each other.
“Just remember not to forget us when you’re famous!” Orihime said with a smile and the redhead grinned.
“Of course we won’t. Now, I’m going to go and… collapse.”
They watched Ichigo walk up the stairs, wobbling as he gripped the railing for support and then the large thud that told them he had found his bed. Or had missed it.
“Uryuu-nii-chan,” Yuzu chirped with a smile, “You must be tired, why don’t you stay here too?”
The dark-haired boy made a small grumble of protest, but being too tired to argue as much as was usually required, ended up falling asleep where he sat.
Rukia grinned and looked at the others, “Aww, isn’t it sweet?”
Keigo’s expression darkened, “Yeah. Sweet.”
Within the next few weeks, more songs were written and in the next two months, their first album had been released. The two boys sat across from their manager, Mizuko, as she read over a few papers and looked at them.
“You two are big hits, all over Japan,” she announced, “Your record sales for a first release are practically off the charts.”
“Wait…” Ichigo said with a frown, “Off the charts good, or off the charts bad?”
Mizuko threw the clipboard at him, “See for yourself.”
Letting out a low whistle, Ichigo looked over at the other boy, “Are you seeing this?”
“My glasses are on, yes,” Uryuu replied, adjusting them as though to make his point.
“Congratulations,” Mizuko said with a smile, “I’d say you’ve earned yourself a week’s break. I’ll see you next Monday, then.”
Nodding, the two left and grinned at each other as they left the room.
“This is fucking awesome,” Ichigo declared, wrapping an arm around the other boy’s shoulder, “We rock.”
“Hot chocolate?” Uryuu asked with a smile.
It had become a tradition of sorts for them to celebrate by drinking hot chocolate. It didn’t quite matter where, but after every achievement they could be found at a table somewhere, sipping from cups.
“This week-long break will be good. We’ve hardly had any time to do any studying,” Uryuu pointed out, “Homework is easy to get out of the way, but that’s all I’ve got time for these days. It always takes so long to get from the studio to your place and then to walk home.
“Why don’t you just stay at my place for a while then?” Ichigo offered with a shrug, “My dad said you’re like family now, so I don’t see what he’d have against it.”
“I don’t want to intrude,” the dark-haired boy said humbly.
Ichigo laughed at this, “I really doubt you’d be intruding much. All it would mean is that you stay for dinner and sleep at my place, you’re always over anyway. Come on, it’d be easier anyway.”
“Well where would I sleep? There’s no place… your sisters have to share a room with Rukia as it is,” Uryuu pointed out.
“I still have a room to myself. You can bunk there if you need to.”
They realised they had unconsciously walked to the nearby café and entered, sitting at a table with their drinks before speaking again.
“Besides, if you stay at my place, you can help me with my homework.”
Uryuu grinned, “I knew there had to be an ulterior motive.”
“Well you’re smart, and we’re busy, so we might as well help each other out, yeah? Besides, you won’t need to cook your own food.”
The other boy shrugged, “Fine then, ask your dad… and thanks.”
“You know he’ll say yes, you might as well move in now,” Ichigo said with a grin.
If either of the boys had thought that they couldn’t walk anywhere in the school without people whispering behind them in recognition before, they truly had no idea.
“Hey! Look, it’s those two! You think I could get them to autograph my CD? I just bought it yesterday, it’s so good and, oh my god, they look so—”
“Shut up. They can hear you.”
The two boys glanced at each other with embarrassed looks as they kept walking.
“Hey you know, those two are always around each other and—”
“No.”
“But—”
“No.”
One of the girls sniffed indignantly, “Just because you want to marry—”
“Shut up!”
Luckily, neither Ichigo nor Uryuu had heard the exchange as they walked into their homeroom.
“Well look, it’s the we’re-attached-at-the-hips group. I’ve heard that you’ve hit number one in the charts,” Keigo said as they walked in, looking rather hard at Uryuu, “You must have been hanging around each other a lot lately to get that album done, don’t you ever get sick of each other?”
Looking at each other, the boys shrugged.
“…Nah, I don’t quite mind. Uryuu’s rather fun to be around… when he’s not sewing.”
“Yeah… the sewing,” Keigo said, raising an eyebrow, “Doesn’t that make Ishida kind of…”
Ichigo stared at him, “Kind of what?”
After a moment, Keigo shrugged and looked away, “Never mind.”
Uryuu frowned and walked to his desk and Ichigo followed.
“Erm… you don’t think he’s…” Ichigo began, looking out of the window as he hesitated.
“Jealous we’ve been spending so much time together?” Uryuu offered and shrugged, “I don’t blame him. You’ve been ditching your friends to hang around the dork.”
“Hey, don’t say that,” the other boy murmured, placing a hand on his friend’s shoulder, “I’d even admit you’re more fun to be around than them, sometimes.”
With a sad smile, Uryuu opened his book, “Maybe you have been hanging around me too much, Ichigo. You should spend some time with your friends too. Especially now that we’ve got a break for a while. We can go back to normal for a while. You can be with your friends and—”
“And you can join us too,” Ichigo said softly, “You don’t have to exclude yourself completely, you know. You’re one of my friends too. I like having you around.”
With a smirk, the dark-haired boy ran a hand through his hair, “Well seeing I’m living with you now, I doubt you’ll miss me that much.”
Unfortunately, unbeknownst to them, the comment had been overheard and by the time the two boys were walking home that afternoon to Ichigo’s house – where Uryuu had moved all of his belongings to just the day before – the school was teeming with rumours of the two living together and, as speculating girls gossiped to each other on the way home, who knew what else.
To Be Continued…
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