[fic] Aesthetics and Identity :: Requiem
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shannys_cornerTitle: Aesthetics and Identity :: Requiem
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kiyala
Word Count: 1239
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 (6/7)
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach
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ishi_ichi
hm, short one... but I had to stop it there xP that's what I get for putting the dream in the last one xDD;;
ALSO!! I figured I might as well write it here seeing I forgot to mention it before, but yes, the 'singles' Ichigo and Uryuu released were Zan and Suigintou No Yoru, and just pretend that there's just music where Zangetsu sings in Zan, because that song was just too awesome to not use xD Either that or Zangetsu also sang, but the spirit-power lacking masses didn't get to hear his cool cool voice xD;;
Chapter 1 :: Prelude
Chapter 2 :: Minuet
Chapter 3 :: Bolero
Chapter 4 :: Serenade
Chapter 5 :: Nocturne
If Ichigo had thought that he couldn’t handle the media before, he absolutely hated it now. Several interviews, fansites and questions on their sexuality later, he was at breaking point. He had taken to yelling and otherwise protesting loudly whenever the topic was brought up while Uryuu had opted to remain silent. When Ichigo was at his worst, only Uryuu seemed to be able to bring him back down. And that only made things worse.
“I can’t take this!” Ichigo yelled, “I said it months ago and I’ll say it again, Uryuu. This is fucking annoying.”
“Well the way you’re reacting is only making it worse,” the bespectacled boy pointed out with a frown, “If you didn’t protest so violently, they wouldn’t think you had something to hide.”
Ichigo looked away, the occasional wet dream bothering his memory. Shaking his head, he scowled, “I can’t believe you’re just bearing it quietly, though! Everyone probably thinks you’re not protesting because you have nothing to protest about.”
“Or they could think I’m going about this the mature way and not making such a big deal.”
“You saying something, Uryuu?”
The dark-haired boy crossed his arms and frowned, “I am.”
“I’m not being immature. If I don’t do this, they’ll reckon we’re just going to suffer in silence and do it more.”
“Well at least that way they’ll eventually stop.”
“How the fuck can you be so passive? You need to speak up for once! You’re too quiet, and now you’re paying the price while they are ruining our reputation!”
Uryuu pushed his glasses up his nose, “Well if you haven’t noticed, our sales have actually gone up since the rumour started.”
“Is that why you’re keeping your silence?” Ichigo asked incredulously, “You can’t tell me you care more about our sales than you do about our reputation.”
“Well,” the dark-haired boy replied evenly, “You seem to be caring more about our reputations than our friendship, because at the rate you’re going—”
“What are you saying?” Ichigo was rather proud of the way he managed to mask his fear.
“I’m saying that I’m sick of your whining.”
“I’m not fucking whining.”
Uryuu looked away and frowned, “Then maybe I just don’t want to do this with you anymore.”
Ichigo could not fight the fear this time, “What?”
“You heard me…”
“So we’re going to stop this?”
Shrugging, Uryuu folded his arms, “I can go on my own from here.”
Ichigo felt betrayed and the pain didn’t leave his eyes, “You… used me?”
“No,” he replied sharply, scowling with irritation, “I wanted this to work, but I don’t think I can work with you anymore.”
“So… that’s it?”
“That’s it.”
“We’re… finished.”
“Yes, Kurosaki.”
The use of his last name, after so long of being on a first name basis, was a stab in the gut. He grimaced and looked up as the other boy began to walk out of the room.
He grabbed for a hand, “Uryuu—”
“Damn it,” he muttered as he sharply withdrew his hand, turning around and frowning, “It’s Ishida, okay?”
“…Ishida,” he repeated hollowly, too numb to stop the boy from leaving the second time.
There was a silence after the door closed, as it all sunk in. Ichigo turned, an arm swiping out and then a crash as everything on his desk fell onto the floor.
o O o
“Where’s Uryuu?” Mizuko raised an eyebrow and Ichigo walked into her office alone.
He looked disappointed as he scanned the room and closed the door behind him, “I don’t know.”
“What do you mean—”
With a sigh, he ran a hand through his hair and sat down, “We had a fight, okay? We’re… going to stop.”
“Stop?” she asked as her eyes widened, “Why?”
“These rumours, the strain it’s putting on our friendship… everything. It’s just not working.”
“Have you really put thought into this decision, Ichigo?”
The redhead smiled bitterly, “Does it look like I’ve slept?”
“You really do care about him, don’t you?”
“He’s my friend,” he replied defensively, “Of course I care about him.”
Mizuko didn’t say anymore, but she didn’t need to. Scowling, Ichigo stood and walked to the door.
“Will you ring me if he comes here?”
“Only if he lets me.”
With a sigh, Ichigo opened the door, “I guess that will have to do.”
He moved to step out of the office when he came face-to-face with Uryuu. They both hesitated for a moment, taking steps backward before the dark-haired boy nodded.
“Kurosaki.”
Mizuko lifted her head, “Come in, both of you. We have things to talk about.”
“I take it he’s already told you, then,” Uryuu said as he sat down.
Ichigo didn’t sit this time and paced behind the chairs as Mizuko nodded.
“Your fans won’t be pleased.”
“Fuck them,” Ichigo growled and Uryuu looked over his shoulder for a moment, “They’re the ones that started this in the first place.”
“Funny,” Uryuu mused, narrowing his eyes, “How you manage to find blame in everyone but yourself.”
The redhead moved to threaten the other boy but stopped himself.
“So,” Mizuko said, trying to bring their attention away from their argument, “I was thinking that maybe, you two could have one last concert. In Tokyo… a big one to you know, end things.”
The two boys looked at each other with expressionless faces.
“Fine,” Uryuu said and folded his arms, “But I’m not sharing a room with him anymore.”
Ichigo let out a hollow laugh and covered his eyes with a hand, “We shouldn’t have shared a room ever. I think that only fed the rumours.”
“Well,” Mizuko muttered, “Nothing can be done about that now. We’ll begin organising things. You decide what songs you’ll perform and we’ll figure everything out.”
Without asking if she was finished, Uryuu stood up and left.
“Uryuu!” Ichigo called, running after him. He noticed the other boy had slowed down, but didn’t stop. Catching up to him, he shoved him against the wall and held him still.
“What do you want, Kurosaki…”
“It’s Ichigo damn it,” he growled, frowning deeper, “Uryuu, we can’t lose our friendship over something like this. Don’t let this happen…”
“It’s already happened.”
“Fucking hell!” Ichigo took a step back and without thinking, punched the other boy.
A gasp of shock, and then a retaliating blow that clipped Ichigo’s ear.
“Why is it…” Ichigo asked as he grabbed the boy’s wrists and pinned him against the wall, “Why does it take so long to make friends, to get close, to trust each other and get used to always being around each other, but then take so little time to lose all of it?”
“Kurosaki…” Uryuu whispered as he noticed the shine in the brown eyes.
“Ichigo,” came the insistent reply.
There was a short silence and Uryuu nodded, “Ichigo… why does this upset you so much?”
“Because you’re my friend,” Ichigo said and frowned, “My friends mean the world to me.”
“Ichigo—”
He sighed and let go of the other boy, walking away, “I’ll see you at home, okay?”
It was only as Uryuu was watching the other boy’s retreating back that a thought occurred to him that brought down a wall that had been blocking all the other thoughts that had been bothering him for the past few months.
He didn’t quite mind meaning the world to Kurosaki Ichigo. And he didn’t quite want to share, either.
To Be Continued…
Author:
kiyalaWord Count: 1239
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 (6/7)
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach
x-posted to
ishi_ichihm, short one... but I had to stop it there xP that's what I get for putting the dream in the last one xDD;;
ALSO!! I figured I might as well write it here seeing I forgot to mention it before, but yes, the 'singles' Ichigo and Uryuu released were Zan and Suigintou No Yoru, and just pretend that there's just music where Zangetsu sings in Zan, because that song was just too awesome to not use xD Either that or Zangetsu also sang, but the spirit-power lacking masses didn't get to hear his cool cool voice xD;;
Chapter 1 :: Prelude
Chapter 2 :: Minuet
Chapter 3 :: Bolero
Chapter 4 :: Serenade
Chapter 5 :: Nocturne
If Ichigo had thought that he couldn’t handle the media before, he absolutely hated it now. Several interviews, fansites and questions on their sexuality later, he was at breaking point. He had taken to yelling and otherwise protesting loudly whenever the topic was brought up while Uryuu had opted to remain silent. When Ichigo was at his worst, only Uryuu seemed to be able to bring him back down. And that only made things worse.
“I can’t take this!” Ichigo yelled, “I said it months ago and I’ll say it again, Uryuu. This is fucking annoying.”
“Well the way you’re reacting is only making it worse,” the bespectacled boy pointed out with a frown, “If you didn’t protest so violently, they wouldn’t think you had something to hide.”
Ichigo looked away, the occasional wet dream bothering his memory. Shaking his head, he scowled, “I can’t believe you’re just bearing it quietly, though! Everyone probably thinks you’re not protesting because you have nothing to protest about.”
“Or they could think I’m going about this the mature way and not making such a big deal.”
“You saying something, Uryuu?”
The dark-haired boy crossed his arms and frowned, “I am.”
“I’m not being immature. If I don’t do this, they’ll reckon we’re just going to suffer in silence and do it more.”
“Well at least that way they’ll eventually stop.”
“How the fuck can you be so passive? You need to speak up for once! You’re too quiet, and now you’re paying the price while they are ruining our reputation!”
Uryuu pushed his glasses up his nose, “Well if you haven’t noticed, our sales have actually gone up since the rumour started.”
“Is that why you’re keeping your silence?” Ichigo asked incredulously, “You can’t tell me you care more about our sales than you do about our reputation.”
“Well,” the dark-haired boy replied evenly, “You seem to be caring more about our reputations than our friendship, because at the rate you’re going—”
“What are you saying?” Ichigo was rather proud of the way he managed to mask his fear.
“I’m saying that I’m sick of your whining.”
“I’m not fucking whining.”
Uryuu looked away and frowned, “Then maybe I just don’t want to do this with you anymore.”
Ichigo could not fight the fear this time, “What?”
“You heard me…”
“So we’re going to stop this?”
Shrugging, Uryuu folded his arms, “I can go on my own from here.”
Ichigo felt betrayed and the pain didn’t leave his eyes, “You… used me?”
“No,” he replied sharply, scowling with irritation, “I wanted this to work, but I don’t think I can work with you anymore.”
“So… that’s it?”
“That’s it.”
“We’re… finished.”
“Yes, Kurosaki.”
The use of his last name, after so long of being on a first name basis, was a stab in the gut. He grimaced and looked up as the other boy began to walk out of the room.
He grabbed for a hand, “Uryuu—”
“Damn it,” he muttered as he sharply withdrew his hand, turning around and frowning, “It’s Ishida, okay?”
“…Ishida,” he repeated hollowly, too numb to stop the boy from leaving the second time.
There was a silence after the door closed, as it all sunk in. Ichigo turned, an arm swiping out and then a crash as everything on his desk fell onto the floor.
“Where’s Uryuu?” Mizuko raised an eyebrow and Ichigo walked into her office alone.
He looked disappointed as he scanned the room and closed the door behind him, “I don’t know.”
“What do you mean—”
With a sigh, he ran a hand through his hair and sat down, “We had a fight, okay? We’re… going to stop.”
“Stop?” she asked as her eyes widened, “Why?”
“These rumours, the strain it’s putting on our friendship… everything. It’s just not working.”
“Have you really put thought into this decision, Ichigo?”
The redhead smiled bitterly, “Does it look like I’ve slept?”
“You really do care about him, don’t you?”
“He’s my friend,” he replied defensively, “Of course I care about him.”
Mizuko didn’t say anymore, but she didn’t need to. Scowling, Ichigo stood and walked to the door.
“Will you ring me if he comes here?”
“Only if he lets me.”
With a sigh, Ichigo opened the door, “I guess that will have to do.”
He moved to step out of the office when he came face-to-face with Uryuu. They both hesitated for a moment, taking steps backward before the dark-haired boy nodded.
“Kurosaki.”
Mizuko lifted her head, “Come in, both of you. We have things to talk about.”
“I take it he’s already told you, then,” Uryuu said as he sat down.
Ichigo didn’t sit this time and paced behind the chairs as Mizuko nodded.
“Your fans won’t be pleased.”
“Fuck them,” Ichigo growled and Uryuu looked over his shoulder for a moment, “They’re the ones that started this in the first place.”
“Funny,” Uryuu mused, narrowing his eyes, “How you manage to find blame in everyone but yourself.”
The redhead moved to threaten the other boy but stopped himself.
“So,” Mizuko said, trying to bring their attention away from their argument, “I was thinking that maybe, you two could have one last concert. In Tokyo… a big one to you know, end things.”
The two boys looked at each other with expressionless faces.
“Fine,” Uryuu said and folded his arms, “But I’m not sharing a room with him anymore.”
Ichigo let out a hollow laugh and covered his eyes with a hand, “We shouldn’t have shared a room ever. I think that only fed the rumours.”
“Well,” Mizuko muttered, “Nothing can be done about that now. We’ll begin organising things. You decide what songs you’ll perform and we’ll figure everything out.”
Without asking if she was finished, Uryuu stood up and left.
“Uryuu!” Ichigo called, running after him. He noticed the other boy had slowed down, but didn’t stop. Catching up to him, he shoved him against the wall and held him still.
“What do you want, Kurosaki…”
“It’s Ichigo damn it,” he growled, frowning deeper, “Uryuu, we can’t lose our friendship over something like this. Don’t let this happen…”
“It’s already happened.”
“Fucking hell!” Ichigo took a step back and without thinking, punched the other boy.
A gasp of shock, and then a retaliating blow that clipped Ichigo’s ear.
“Why is it…” Ichigo asked as he grabbed the boy’s wrists and pinned him against the wall, “Why does it take so long to make friends, to get close, to trust each other and get used to always being around each other, but then take so little time to lose all of it?”
“Kurosaki…” Uryuu whispered as he noticed the shine in the brown eyes.
“Ichigo,” came the insistent reply.
There was a short silence and Uryuu nodded, “Ichigo… why does this upset you so much?”
“Because you’re my friend,” Ichigo said and frowned, “My friends mean the world to me.”
“Ichigo—”
He sighed and let go of the other boy, walking away, “I’ll see you at home, okay?”
It was only as Uryuu was watching the other boy’s retreating back that a thought occurred to him that brought down a wall that had been blocking all the other thoughts that had been bothering him for the past few months.
He didn’t quite mind meaning the world to Kurosaki Ichigo. And he didn’t quite want to share, either.
To Be Continued…
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