The Yakuza by Hot Ice Prince Yaoi

Ichigo Kurasaki looked himself in the mirror. To say he was shocked would be an understatement.

He was horrified. He wore a white tank top that showed off much of his neck and chest but not lack of cleavage. He had to wear Rukia's bra (the bitch) so it made him look like he had small boobs. The tight dark blue jeans didn't help much either, since it made his ass look bigger and high heels to make his hips sway when he walks. To top it off his bright orange hair was spiked up with a few strands hanging in his face.

Ichigo scowled. This was all his friends' faults. He hated them, especially the bitch.

They were going to one of the most popular clubs in Shibuya, a city in Tokyo. And then the fucking red-headed pineapple just had to come up with this crazy idea that he, Ichigo should dress up as a female to get them discounts on drinks. Why him. Fucking hilarious isn't it. He wondered how he could get out of this one.

"Ichigo, c'mon it time to go party," Rukia called to him. He growled, he could hear the amusement in the midget's voice. She smirked when he came stomping out of the bedroom. Renji started laughing his ass off but was cut short with a punch from Ichigo.

"Wow Kurasaki-kun, you look really beautiful." Orihime squealed, "I'm really jealous."

"Yeah, Ichigo," Rukia said still smirking, "no doubt guys will be jumping you."

"C'mon, let's just get on with tonight." He scowled. Damn.

He really hated his friends.

Sousuke Aizen sat on the darkly colored sofa in a private room overlooking the dance floor at the club. He sipped some of the expensive wine in his glass and sighed. Tonight really wasn't his night. Unfortunately Gin Ichimaru, his assistant and long-time friend's birthday was today and he insisted that he open up the club for him to celebrate. He was on the brink of having a headache from the loud music and arguments his quinta and sexta espadas are having, when he first saw her coming through front entrance of the club.

She was an angel. She was a beautiful magnificent creature. Everyone else disappeared and only his eyes saw this angel. Aizen had never seen anyone with such shockingly orange hair and this girl had it. It's what made her stand out to him in the first place. From that moment he knew he wanted her. And he was going to get her.

"Ulquiorra."

"Yes, Aizen-sama," his fourth espada answered from his side by the door.

"There's a beautiful girl outside on the dance floor, bring her to me."

"Yes, Aizen-sama." He obediently began to move to open the door when Aizen stopped him.

"Oh, and Ulquiorra, she has bright orange hair."

*hey you guys. I known you've all been reading my story. Thank you by the way and those you have taken the time to review.

I've talked or rather PMed bonneNuit. My story is based off of hers but it does have a different twist to it.

So need to worry I ain't trying to steal her stuff.

Hot I.P

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