AN: Massive thanks to SLYSWN for giving me the encouragement to upload a fic of my own for the first time ever! Thanks muchly And happy reading

Erm this fic is nothing too exciting, and has an M for expected stuff in later chapters. All mistakes my own, and all credit for chars go to T Kubo etc.

Chapter 1

"Welcome to Karakura Now and today's show everyone. We have a special treat with our first guest's being none other than two of the hottest men on the fashion scene. Ladies, I introduce the two hottest leading men behind the glamorous and most prestigious fashion magazine in the country – namely "Soul". Please welcome Editor-in-chief Kuchiki Byakuya and Creative Director Kurosaki Ichigo!"

"I can't believe I agreed to this Byakuya!" Ichigo whispered ever so closely in Byakuya's ear before he slipped his arm around his shoulder and steered the two of them out onto the stage in front of the screaming fan girls in the studio audience. He flashed one of his brilliant smiles and threw his other hand up to wave, looking so calm and relaxed next to the statuesque Kuchiki heir of the Kuchiki Corp and his current Editor-in-Chief. Byakuya himself, with his usual air of indifference walked gracefully beside Ichigo wondering how on earth he was tricked into this as well.

Once seated, both men relaxed into their own casual positions and gave the women in the audience a chance to ogle them a little further before the TV hostess, Isane Kotetsu started in again. Byakuya retreated to let the more socially intuitive Kurosaki take over answering the questions. His mind still reeling slightly over the way Ichigo' s breath had felt against his sensitive ear and how his very essence seemed to envelop him as they had walked to the stage. He was so caught up he missed a question directed to him from Isane.

He looked blankly to Isane first and then to Ichigo, who was staring at him with his brilliant smile. Ichigo picked up on Byakuya' s questioning gaze as Ichigo was one of the few people that could read all the different expressions Byakuya didn't even realise he emitted from just a flash of his eyes.

Byakuya's gaze hardened as he listened to Ichigo and he knew the boy was answering his intended question regarding the bold directions their magazine took in presenting the latest fashions with just enough information that Byakuya could then elaborate on further. Inwardly ruffled that Ichigo had had to answer for him in his momentary daze, he affirmed his need to maintain his professionalism and pay more attention during this live audience. As he received his direction from Ichigo he spoke up. He heard the gasps from both Isane and the audience as he projected his authoritative mixed with slightly seductive voice towards the now drooling female audience. He smirked on the inside as he saw the amused expression on Ichigo's face from the reaction as well.

"Well that's all very interesting, but I think what our audience is dying to ask you both is whether … Oh, I'm a little embarrassed but are either of you 'seeing' anyone at the moment?"

Isane blushed.

Ichigo laughed awkwardly and then blushed.

Byakuya wanted to hit someone. Ichigo mainly for involving him with the interview.

Two hours later the men were back at the Sereitei building heading back up the elevator to the 13th floor which housed "Souls" main floor of operations and both the men's offices. The ride back in the limo had been quiet as Byakuya had still been thinking over the reaction he had to Ichigo as they had walked on stage. Ichigo had tried asking what Byakuya's problem had been at the interview with his ever present scowl making a comeback. Isane and the production crew had said the interview had been a success and that the rapport between the two men was nothing short of amazing, but they were professionals. Of course that was the outward image they portrayed. Ichigo's scowl and determination to figure out Byakuya was just as nerve wracking and he certainly wasn't going to tell him what had gotten him in this mood now was he. Byakuya sighed and placed his hard mask back on and stared at Ichigo with no expression.

"I wasn't feeling comfortable with our entrance. You know I detest such shows of camaraderie with you, yet every chance you get you feel the need to broadcast that we enjoy each other's company Kurosaki."

Ichigo paled and slowly shrunk back even further in his seat. He knew it was Byakuya's right to be angry about that. GQ had once done a spread on the once deemed "power couple" of fashion. People had jumped to the wrong idea and it didn't suit Byakuya's image even though all unsubstantiated to have people possible jump to the possibility that the two were remotely involved romantically. Even though the article and photos at the time had been more focused on the business partnership it was Byakuya's own homophobic fears that had caused a violent backlash in the offices of "Soul" that he and Ichigo were not ever to be referred to as a "couple" under any circumstances.

As such Ichigo had resigned on the spot in fury. He never seen them as a couple that way and had thought it showed a level of friendship he'd been thinking the two shared. His resignation, which had been politely refused by the Chairman of the Board, still pissed him off a little. Especially when all but one stubborn Kuchiki saw no harm in the strengths the two combined had. The board and chairman as well as the "Soul" staff all saw the two men as a great business partnership each complimenting the other no matter how fiery the encounters could be, it just showed the high level of passion each had for his role in the company.

The creative director quietly cringed again, at being reminded of how homophobic Byakuya seemed, yet in no way did Ichigo ever feel he was crossing any friendship boundaries, in what he did. He was sick of Byakuya jumping to asinine assumptions about his actions. He never once thought the mere whisper in Byakuya's ear was the cause of this current dispute either.

Needless to say the men did not look at each other, but waves of irritation filled the enclosed space as it dripped off them heavily. Their assigned body guards Zaraki and Grimmjow just looked at each other and sighed. It was only 11am, and they still had the rest of the day to get through, and the thought of this day going well was far from hopeful!