Tell Me Baby
*This should make a few people happy ;) All hail progress! Teal, Strawberry...Merry Christmas ladies!
**This is based on yet another snippet from 10 Clicks that had some extension requests. I do plan on making this a story, but am not quite sure if I am using first or third person. This is written in third, but the original is copied at the bottom and done in first. If you have a preference, please let me know.
***Bleach is Kubo's and Tell Me Baby is by theRed Hot Chili Peppers...
Tell me Baby~
One thing is for certain, California is definitely not what Ichigo expected. 'Is the rest of the US this crowded and dirty? Why Renji thought Los Angeles sounded so fantastic, I have no idea.'
Finally making it to the beach, the orange headed male scanned the crowd, pausing briefly over some rather strange clothing choices. A man on a skateboard whistled at him, but didn't pause his trip for any further investigation.
Turning his attention back to the ocean, a flash catches Ichigo's eye and he notices a group of people crowding around a very attractive albino man posing on the beach. 'Must be a modeling shoot.'
The man seems to be rather popular, as security is having a difficult time with crowd control. Curious, Ichigo walks a little closer to get a better look, but stops abruptly after getting a clear shot of the model's face. The guy looks just like him! Well minus some coloring differences. 'I know how some people say everyone has a double somewhere in the world, but this is freaking ridiculous.'
Ichigo stares from his spot on the beach, for the most part unnoticed by the surrounding crowd. While he tries to figure the guy's personality, said male turns his head back for a side shot and coincidentally, his eyes lock on directly on Ichigo. His pose falters briefly as he shoots the orange headed male a breathtaking smile before recovering to finish his job.
As the shoot reaches the last few takes, a security guard approaches Ichigo, "Shirosaki has expressed interest in meeting you. If you'd like, you may wait in his tent."
Confused and somewhat excited, Ichigo follows him to what must be the model's personal tent and takes a seat in the much welcomed shade.
About fifteen minutes pass and Ichigo is dozing off. Shortly after his world darkens, he is brought back by a hand on his shoulder and a whisper in his ear, "You know, I never thought of myself as much of a narcissist until I saw you. Name's Shirosaki, and if ya don't mind, I'd like to get to know you."
Not liking his personal space invaded to such a degree, Ichigo turns to tell the offender that his proximity is a little too close for comfort, only to get lost in pure golden orbs. Distracted, his mouth disobeys the original thought and he replies with a meek "Sure. What do you want to know?"
Shirosaki chuckles and claims the seat next to his interesting doppelganger. "The basics are fine for now, yer name, where yer from, where ya goin'...Tell me baby, what's yer story?"
With a blush that could quite possibly set his face aflame, Ichigo complies with little resistance, uncharacteristically ignoring the 'baby' comment. 'Damn that smile is something dangerous
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"Let's hear it Strawberry, how was your date with one of America's most eligible bachelors?"
"Up yours Pineapple. It wasn't a date, we just hung out."
The redhead smirks at the now fidgeting Ichigo, determined to make him as uncomfortable as possible, "Ok...So, tell me Ichigo, how was the 'not-a-date' with your new secret lover? Did you guys go back to his place an-"
Unfortunately for Renji, he wasn't quite fast enough to dodge the hotel TV remote.
Ichigo had been meaning to give the albino his gift all week, but every time he opened his mouth to say the words 'here, I got you something,' it was like his brain would shut down. Which is an enigma all on it's own. Ichigo never considered himself a nervous person, he would normally just say what was on his mind with little regard for the consequences. But with Shiro, things were different and after three weeks of hanging out, he was still trying to grasp the reason.
Sure Shiro was attractive, he is a model. And his charm always seems to be able to leave at least a light blush on Ichigo's face. The black-belt orange head had also been pleasantly surprised to learn that Shiro was in to martial arts as well. Also a black-belt, he even taught Ichigo a few cool moves that incorporate a few different styles of fighting. And Ichigo, being a hot-blooded, bisexual male, found himself incredibly turned on as Shiro carefully used those moves against him in a spar, pinning him to the mat in under ten seconds. Alright, so perhaps Ichigo was crushing a little harder than he thought. That still didn't mean he was a sissy who couldn't give someone a present.
Cursing himself as he felt his face heat up, he looked across the tiled restaurant table, calming a bit when he noticed that the other male's focus was on the menu, "Hey Shiro, I picked something up for you the other day. Kind of a Christmas slash thank-you gift for showing me around." Thank-god he didn't stutter! He was sure that Renji'd never let him live that one down.
Shiro closed the menu and smiled as he looked up at a blushing Ichigo, "Ya got me a present Ichi?"
Nodding, Ichigo brought a slim box out of his khaki cargo shorts pocket and handed it to the grinning albino, "It's nothin' big, just saw it in a shop and it looked like something you would wear."
When Shiro opened the box, he grin got bigger, 'So he noticed my affinity for black arm accessories.'
Pulling the small, dark chain out of the box, Shiro laid the bracelet out in his hand, eying the single, tiny charm that dangled from the center. Two connected, crossed katanas, one white, one black, were hanging from the black chain by a tiny ring on each of the hilts. Ichigo was right, if he were to have seen it while out wandering around, he'd have probably bought it for himself.
He slipped the thin chain around his wrist, clasping the two ends. It fit pretty loosely, but the charm was small enough that it wouldn't get in the way. Like all the other arm accessories he owns, it looks good, the black contrasting with his pale skin. However, unlike all the rest, this one was from Ichigo. He loved it.
"Thank ya Ichi, it's perfect. I'll never take it off."
Blush getting the better of him, Ichigo focused hard on his menu, "Your welcome."
"But why'd ya give it to me so early? Christmas isn't for another week an' ya got another two weeks here, right?"
One silver brow rose as Ichigo fidgeted in his seat, "Well, that's another thing I wanted to talk to ya about...Ya see, my little sister burst into tears on the phone when I told her I wasn't scheduled to be back until after Christmas. Also, Renji's girlfriend got pretty fired up and demanded him home as soon as possible. So we kind of had to to cut the trip short...We're leavin' on Monday."
Shirosaki shifted in his seat, leaning back and placing his hands behind his head, "That soon, eh? Guess I'll have to step things up a bit."
"What do you mean?"
"Meanin' I only got three days to make ya mine."
The weekend before Christmas, Shirosaki definitely had a royally pissed off agent. Yes, one of the hottest models in the states had canceled ten holiday shootings, passing up on more money than you can win in the lottery. And what exactly was so important, that had Shiro shirking off his duties?
"Ah...Mngh, there Shiroooo..." An orange headed male groaned into the table he was laying on, losing himself completely in the ministrations provided by the hooky-playing model.
Shiro chuckled, then issued his own groan, "Mm, Ichi, I love the sounds ya make when I touch ya...Maybe ya could pant a little for me too?"
Snorting, Ichigo lifted his head up off the massage table long enough to smack Shiro in the thigh, "Such a perv."
"I can't help myself Ichi, yer just so damn sexy. An' you layin' here like this, mostly naked, making those noises, I mean can ya blame a guy?"
"Why did I agree to this again."
Shiro smirked, "I can be very persuasive, Ichigo. Besides, we both know that you don't regret the decision."
Any response Ichigo might have given to that was lost to a loud moan, as Shiro put just the right amount of pressure on a particularly stubborn knot.
That night, though Ichigo refused his offer for a happy ending with the massage, Shiro did get a pretty hot kiss out of the deal. Tongue, teeth, and roaming hands, just the way he liked it.
By the time Monday morning rolled around, Shiro had taken Ichigo out on two dates, not including the day they spent at his estate. The beach and boating for one, and the city for souvenir shopping and dinner on the other. Shiro hadn't managed to get into Ichigo's pants, but once the orange head convinced him that he wasn't going to run home and jump in the arms of another man...or woman...That he was willing to deal with the distance and try to form some kind of relationship with him, he was fine with it. He originally thought that he'd have to have sex with Ichigo at least once to get him to agree to that type of commitment, but apparently, he had made just as much of an impression on Ichigo as Ichigo had on him.
Still though, he knew better than to keep the attractive orange head waiting long. 'Hope ya know what you have gotten yerself into, love.'
Ichigo smiled down at his sisters as they ripped into their presents, the souvenirs he bought while out with Shiro were going over quite well. Reminded yet again of the albino model that caught his interest in the states, Ichigo glanced down at the phone he received shortly before his departure.
"A phone, my present to you Ichi."
"Huh? You know I already have a phone. And besides, this isn't a phone, it's a piece of alien technology...How expensive was this thing?"
"Now, now, don't go asking things that don't matter...And yes I am aware that you consider that dinosaur in your pocket a phone, but with this one is set up for international calls. Meaning I'm at your fingertips 24-7."
And true to his word, no matter what time Ichigo called, Shiro would answer...Except for yesterday.
Yes, he was fully aware of how stupid it was to feel lonely because of one day out of the whole freaking week, but that still doesn't mean he's not anxiously awaiting the return call. It's Christmas...Sure it's a western holiday, but Shiro is western. And he knows that Ichigo's family celebrates it so, he has to call, right?
As if on cue, the thing lit up and began vibrating. Ichigo nearly dropped the thing in his rush to answer. "Merry Christmas Shiro!"
"Ichigo, turn the TV to channel seven." Just as soon as his voice came over and said those few words, he was gone, leaving Ichigo with confusion and an ended call. When Shiro's words finally registered, Ichigo quickly jumped up, startling his family and flipped on the TV.
Reaching channel seven, Ichigo was just in time to hear the Japanese female talk show host introduce America's top ranked male model, Tensa Shirosaki. And God did he look good enough to eat. Stylish black shoes, whose brand and price he wouldn't even hazard a guess, perfectly fit dark-wash jeans, tight, black graphic tee, and a black leather jacket flung over his shoulder, the wrist of the hand holding the jacket proudly displaying a simple, black bracelet that made Ichigo blush.
Completely engrossed in Shiro's appearance, he actually missed about half of what they were saying. Wait Shiro never told him that he spoke Japane-
"Yep. I have a contract worked out with a few Japanese companies,
so I might be here for a while..."
He smiles at the camera, completely taking Ichigo's breath away.
"...Please take care of me Japan."
The hostess fans herself lightly...
"So, what made you decide on Japan, Tensa-san?"
He reclines, resting his left ankle over his right knee...
"Not what, who. I met someone very special to me recently,
and he just so happens to live here."
Ichigo turned scarlet and the hostess gushed...
"How romantic! You followed your heart here!
Tensa-san, is there anything you'd like to say to that special someone?"
Shiro gazed into the camera, and Ichigo could swear he was melting...
"Ichi, I hope your ready for this, love.
Merry Christmas Ichigo."
Original first person version (No matter which version is used, it will be filled out and detailed. Right now I just need to know if first or third person is preferred among those who wish to read the story).
Tell Me Baby- Red Hot Chili Peppers
One thing is for certain, California is definitely not what I expected. Briefly, I wonder if the rest of the US is this crowded and dirty. Why Renji thought Los Angeles sounded so fantastic, I have no idea. Finally making it to the beach, I scan the crowd, pausing briefly over some rather strange clothing choices. A man on a skateboard whistles at me, but doesn't pause his trip for any further investigation.
Turning back to look at the ocean, a flash catches my eye and I notice a group of people crowding around a very attractive albino man posing on the beach. Must be a modeling shoot. The man must be rather popular, as security is having a difficult time with crowd control. I walk a little closer to get a better look and stop when I get a clear shot of his face. Wow, this guy looks almost exactly like me! Well minus some coloring differences. I know how some people say everyone has a double somewhere in the world but this is ridiculous.
While I am pondering what the guys personality is like, he turns his head back for a side shot and coincidentally, his eyes lock on me. His pose falters briefly when he shoots me a breathtaking smile before recovering to finish his job. As the shoot reaches the last few takes, a security guard approaches me saying that I have been invited to the company tent while they wrap everything up. Confused and excited, I follow him and take a seat in the much welcomed shade of the tent.
I almost doze off, but am brought back by a hand on my shoulder and whisper in my ear. "You know, I never thought of myself as much of a narcissist until I saw you. Name's Shirosaki, and if ya don't mind, I'd like to get to know you." The proximity is a little close for comfort but when I turn to tell him that, I find myself lost in those golden orbs. So instead, my mouth disobeys my original thought and I reply with a meek "Sure. What do you want to know?" He chuckles and claims the seat next to me. "The basics are fine for now, yer name, where yer from, where ya goin'...Tell me baby, what's yer story?" Blushing, I find myself complying with little resistance. Damn that smile is something dangerous...