AN: Hello there, my lovelies. It has been a while, hasn't it? (haha yeah right) In order to celebrate the end of 2012, I present you this fic. I must say that I am a total weirdo, and I should have watched/rewatched Bleach in the first place. My die hard otp forever is IchiRuki, so why did I write this. I guess it is true what they say (Shouhei) once a homo shipper, always a homo shipper.
So here, have some homos homoing.
This chapter serves as an introduction, so no actual homos here. I plan to make this a two shot, even if I do have the material on my hands. That's how I roll.
And don't worry you guys, just because I write for this fandom DOES NOT mean that I will abandon Dreams of Red, in fact, expect the new chapter soon.
I AM FINALLY DONE WITH FICS SO I CAN START ON FANARTS. YES.
Enjoy.~

Name: Not what I had in mind

Pairing: Grimmjow/Ichigo with many side pairings

Summary: AU. All I knew was that if I didn't get a job soon, I would be left homeless. That is until Orihime, the angel she was, appeared on my door step with a 'perfect' suggestion. Before I knew it, I ended up in Tokyo's most popular model agency, babysitting one lazy as hell blue haired model that went by the name Grimmjow Jaegerjaques. If I disliked my life before, I sure as hell hated it now. Grimmjow/Ichigo

Rating: T+ (I might kick things up a notch and give it M)

Genre: Humor/Romance

I do not own Bleach. If I did all your pairings would be canon.

Chapter one: How it began

There was a saying, that you could actually find happiness when you least expect it. Don't search for it, just wait and you will see it will find you for sure. And it will find you at the most unexpected times.

When I first came here, all I wanted was money to pay for my rent, food and other necessities. What I got in turn was nothing what I expected.

Fate works in the strangest ways, don't you think so, Ichigo?

Oh great, now I was hearing Kisuke Urahara in my head. Maybe the saying about happiness was also something he said once or twice… Wasn't that the time when he received a huge pack of sweets and booze, a bribe from some of his clients..?

Doesn't matter.

Things like fate exist in this world, you don't have to believe it, I myself don't and I still refuse to, only you can make your own 'destiny', so cheesy, but it still exists even if we don't acknowledge it. It was fate for me to end up here and meet that idiot. I hated it, I refused to believe it, but then as time passed I couldn't help, but thank Orihime, in absolute secret of course, for showing up on my doorstep that night.

I couldn't help, but thank Yuzu and Karin too, because that was when it all started, all those years, five to be exact, ago.

And maybe Renji too, if it wasn't for him leaving me alone to fend for myself, I wouldn't have been in this situation in the first place—

Okay, that was a lie, but maybe it wouldn't have been so bad. The two of us couldn't have worked in the same place for a month or a few, knowing us we would be kicked out even before the observance was over.

So I say my 'thank you's in my head and smile ever so slightly, the chain link fence rattling from my weight as I lean against it, sounds of Tokyo city ringing clear in my ears.

I wouldn't exchange this for anything else.

It all started at the beginning of September, that was approximately five months ago. It had been a month or so after I got my ass kicked out from my last work place. Not that I hadn't expected it, I knew that it would happen some day, it was clearly written all over the manager's face, she was reluctant to give me the job in the first place. That too was not surprising, my bright orange hair always worked on people in all of the negative ways, they thought I was a delinquent even though it was natural, not that they believed me, but I wasn't about to bring every person into the bathroom to show that it was natural and not dyed like they had thought.

Firstly, that would be just gross and fucked up, secondly, I could care less what people thought about it. I was no longer in highschool, I wasn't a kid that was picked on and I wasn't about to use violence against every person that dared to make a rude comment or two. It was something I had lived with since I was born, so I was used to it. I actually liked my hair color, it was distinctive, and it wouldn't be me if I didn't have bright orange hair. One of my friends, Tatsuki said that it would be just plain weird if it was for example black or brown, like most of typical Japanese hair colors out there, and Renji said that it would be really hard to see me in a crowded room if the carrot top wasn't flashing as bright as the setting sun. I told him to shut the hell up and called him a red pineapple, since it insulted my pride, who the hell did he think he was making comments like that when he had crimson hair? That had resulted in us fighting, until Rukia had separated us after making sure to kick our stomachs.

For a midget she had quite the kick, not to mention strength. All those years of gymnastics and all kind of self defense sports, her brother insisted that she would learn to fend for herself in case someone tried to kidnap her, heh those would be some unfortunate people, truly did a number on her muscles.

But about that a little later.

So as I said before, ever since I was a kid, my hair was the favorite part for all these kids to pick on and it did not diminish even a little after all these years. I was minding my own business that day, since the coffee shop I worked part time at was especially crowded that day, when a group of guys I recognized, they were attending the same medical university I had and never failed to throw some nasty comments my way when I was rushing to classes, came inside.

I swear I tried my best to ignore them, I tried everything: counting to ten, inhaling slowly, trying to remind myself where I was, that we were grown ups now and I needed money like crazy to pay that month's rent, the land lady was already nagging me and it worked. I completely blocked out the obnoxious snickering from reaching my ears and continued to serve the customers. As I was placing some cups of coffee in front of two blushing teenage girls that were giggling like crazy, right next to the table the four guys sat at, I felt something tug at my black apron and then slide on my ass.

Someone was feeling me up. Someone from that obnoxious group of those assholes. Without much thought, I turned around and sucker punched the dude who did it, feeling satisfied when I heard a popping crack his jaw produced and my smile widened even more when I saw blood seeping from his split lip.

Serves the asshole right.

My happiness was short lived when the other three jumped up from their seats and tried to avenge their 'fallen comrade'. It took a few seconds and the whole coffee shop was in pure chaos as we fought. Too bad for those guys, they weren't exactly experienced in fighting, I could tell that from their jerky and reckless moves, while I was pretty experienced. It ended up with us being separated by some other waiters, the others all bruised and bleeding while I only had a red bruise on my jaw that hurt and throbbed like crazy. The guy was playing dirty, catching me off guard like that, if it weren't for him I wouldn't have had a single stinkin bruise and now I was going to spend some time with a black bruising covering half of my face. Great.

The troublemakers were kicked out in an instant, while I was brought to the manager. She was a fierce lady, that Kukaku Shiba and hated disobedient guys that got themselves into trouble without a second thought, aka guys like me. Even when one of the waiters there, a timid kid Hanataro explained that it wasn't my fault in the first place, she still gave me an earful and I was too scared to talk back. In a heartbeat she fired me and kicked me out of her office. I guess I was a little hurt and mad that she did it, but one of the most important conditions was to never EVER cause fights of any kind, and I disobeyed it, I gave the first blow, so it was to be expected.

I gave my black apron to Hanartaro and he just smiled apologetically, while Ganjuu, Shiba's younger brother, tried to look like he was supporting his sister's decision, but before I left he whispered that those bastards deserved it and I kicked their asses pretty badly, Hanataro nodding his head in support. It made me feel better and I left the place in high spirits.

Yet after a few days I was drowning in my sorrows, thinking that maybe I should have endured it. I needed a job as much as fish needed water. I searched for it, but after a few weeks I realized that it was a lost case, I couldn't seem to find it, not to mention I really did not have the time to look for one properly, I had a mountain of homework to do, the exams were coming up and it unnerved me, so I sat around, ear deep in papers and biology books, trying to remember the symptoms of all kinds of diseases.

The day when I had to pay rent came and of course by that time I was almost completely broke, afraid that I might be kicked out I asked Rukia to lend me some money. She did of course, fully understanding my situation and I managed to pay for my rent, even if it wasn't the full sum, the land lady accepted it and I promised Rukia to return everything after I found myself a job, even if she said it wasn't needed.

At least I got flawless grades on my exams.

That was the first time I had asked a friend to lend me some yen and ever since then I started borrowing, not in large quantities of course, but just enough to make by, as shameful as it was.

Finding a job seemed impossible, I just didn't get it. I was almost certain I would get it, but then I figured out that 'we will call you' didn't necessarily meant 'you get the job; we'll be expecting you next Monday'.

They never called me back and little by little I was starting to get frustrated. I just couldn't bring myself to ask Rukia to lend me some more, since her sum was by far the largest, Ikkaku had one Yumichika to take care of, and knowing how the man had a tendency to go through designer's stores and visit beauty parlors it was out of the question, Rangiku would rather put on kendo equipment than give out money, so she was out of the question too. Shinji was more than eager to lend me some, but then Hiyori found out and it ended up with me spending a few days with a throbbing red bruise on my nose where Hiyori's slipper had hit me and the door smacked into my face when she slammed it shut, screaming at me to lift my ass up and find a job instead of asking for money. I never understood how Shinji managed to live with that demon in the same apartment… She was a devil for sure; I pitied Shinji for having to deal with that every day.

In absolute secrecy the blond lent me money, sometimes even offering to pay for our drinks when we went out clubbing, even if I did dislike it, I wasn't much of a dancer, whereas Shinji enjoyed clubs more than anything. But after some time my pride just wouldn't let me take up those offers. There weren't many people close enough that would lend me money without wanting anything in return or expecting me to return them, most of my closest friends had left Japan after graduating from highschool, or spread out all over the country so asking them was just stupid.

Some of you may think, why didn't I ask my family? Well you see, I wasn't exactly a flawless student and my grades when I graduated weren't the most ideal ones either, so I didn't manage to get a scholarship. My dad was already paying for my studies, so I swore to myself that I would rather die than ask him to pay my rent too.

The day I was supposed to pay the rent was nearing, and I was growing frustrated, cursing Renji in my head, thinking that maybe if it weren't for him, I wouldn't be in this mess. Renji Abarai was my best friend even if I hated to admit it ever since middle school when he transferred to Karakura because of his mother's job. Apparently he knew Rukia way before he appeared in Karakura, and since Rukia was my friend ever since we were little kids, it was inevitable for me to become friends with him, even if we did not like each other at first, the way he tried to act cool annoyed me to bits and pieces, not to mention he had a sharp tongue.

We were a perfect match Rukia had said and in some way she was right.

After graduation we lived together in this run down flat, it was fun and all, but that was until Renji found himself a lover. I was pretty sure that it was a guy, as much as he tried to refer to his lover as 'it' and tried to keep it a secret from me and everyone else for that matter, he had slipped a few times and said 'he'. I didn't say anything, but I was sure that Renji himself realized his mistakes; his dark red face only confirmed it. Anyways, he was so in love with his lover boy, he has decided one day to spread his wings and leave the nest we had lived in for the past five years, in order to live with his 'significant other'. I still remember how I cried into a towel dramatically, saying that my baby boy has grown up and become a man, leaving his poor mother behind as he ground his knuckles into my head and Rukia snickered in glee, watching the scene with mirthful eyes and now I realized I truly wanted to cry, because this had turned serious. Renji made things easier, he paid half of the rent, there was always food, since he was an insatiable little shit and it was always fun. And now I barely had anything to eat, I felt I was going to be sick from eating nothing but instant ramen noodles and drinking lemon tea all the time. I had no job; I couldn't go out with my friends anymore.

Everything sucked.

"Ichigo, stop pacing around the room like that, I can't concentrate."

Everything. Sucked.

My eyebrow twitched and I turned to the sofa, where Rukia had lounged, legs spread and flipped through a magazine, relaxed like she had owned the place. She wasn't paying attention to my glares anymore, fully knowing that I was in a bad mood these past few weeks. Why did she even have to come here in the first place?

"Why the hell did you come over anyways? Don't you have anyone else to bother? And sit down like a normal person! "I barked at her.

Huffing in irritation she knit her eyebrows together and sipped her lemon tea I had placed before, trying to appear like a hospitable person, even if she did not deserve it one bit. Lazily she rose up and fixed the wrinkles of her dark blue skirt. "First of all, I came here to check on you, I wanted to know how you're doing, no need to be so grouchy—"

"I wasn't—"

"Second, I see that you still haven't found a job." Her eyes softened a bit. "Seriously, Ichigo, you will have to pay the rent soon and you're barely eating, so why don't you just ask my brother Byakuya to give you a job. I am sure that he wouldn't mind—"

This time it was my turn to interrupt her mid sentence. "Rukia, I sure as hell won't ask Byakuya Kuchiki to give me a job. That just won't happen… No offense." I added quietly, when I saw her eyes flash with sadness. Rukia had always wanted me to get along with her older brother, but the man despised me, and frankly scared the hell out of me. I still remember the way he was glaring when Renji and I brought Rukia home all tousled and slightly intoxicated, hoping that the lord of the Kuchiki household won't find out. Sadly he did when we ran into him at two in the friggin' morning. Who the hell even stays up that late? We were supposed to have a simple party in order to celebrate my birthday, and of course one of my friends felt inclined to bring booze. Lots of it.

Rukia was drunk after a few shots.

That night was the worst one in my life.

So no, I would rather drink acid than ask a favor from Byakuya Kuchiki. Even if it did seem like the most perfect idea. The Kuchiki household was quite famous for their companies all across the world, they were overflowing with money so it was easy for Rukia to barge into my house whenever she pleased, damn that Renji for giving her a key, and laze around all day without a care in the world since she did not need to work her ass off, other than studying literature in Tokyo university, she always did enjoy reading, very dramatically mind you, and was very literate. Though she wanted to study arts… I can't think about it without stuffing in laughs. She sucked at arts, even if she would never admit it, to her Chappy the Bunny was a masterpiece, even if it looked like something a five year old kid would draw.

"Well okay, it is your choice…" She sighed and placed the magazine aside. "I tried asking some people if they knew some places where they need to hire, but I didn't really have much luck with that, I guess we will just have to keep on searching. There has to be a way… "

I was flooding with kindness, staring at the small girl—she was a woman now, on my sofa sipping at the lukewarm tea. This is why I liked Rukia so much, she had a strong will and always helped her friends out, not afraid to sacrifice her own time in order to do that. I really appreciated what she had done for me and I was really glad that she had not abandoned me and stayed by my side all this time, through thick and thin just like I had stayed by hers. I sometimes wished I could do more for her, instead of depending on her and her connections with influential people. She was indeed one of my closest friends, more than a friend.

Now don't get me wrong, by no means was I in love with her even if there was a time I thought so, but that happens to a guy and a girl who are good friends almost all the time when they start questioning their own feelings. I was around fourteen years old back then, but then one day I looked at her and realized that thoughts of love for her were just stupid. She was like a sister to me, but not really, it was hard to explain, so I just stuck with that. Later I realized why I felt this way, why I wasn't interested in Rukia or any other girl for that matter due to an unfortunate accident that involved me and a magazine my sister Yuzu had, but about that a bit later. In conclusion Rukia was more than a friend, yet less than a lover. I would be lost without her.

"Also, being broke does not excuse you from cleaning duties, Ichigo, there's a bunch of dust on the coffee table." She deadpanned still sipping at her tea, pinky out and all like a real royalty and rubbed a finger against the table top, examining her grey finger tip with an analyzing stare.

And it was moments like these that ruined all of my warm feelings for her and I was down right annoyed with her.

As I was about to retort how she herself wasn't the most neat person, my phone buzzed in my jeans pocket and I lifted my eyebrow in confusion not recognizing the tune, well more like I recognized it all too well, but I was sure I never had it in my phone not to mention set it as my ringtone.

'…So sexy it hurts

And I'm too sexy for Milan

Too sexy for Milan

New York and Japan~'

Rukia snorted into the cup, choking, eyes teary and I blushed furiously quickly fishing out my cellphone to answer it.

Shinji Hirako.

Figures.

I flipped it open and immediately had to pull it away from my ear as screams and pumping of the bass exploded from it.

"Ichiiiiiii~" the blond squealed into the phone, and by the long drag in my name I could tell that he was already intoxicated. Rukia recognized his voice and leaned back into the sofa, seeming uninterested, yet I could tell that she was listening. It didn't take a genius to figure out where Shinji was. It also did not take a genius to figure out who had tampered with my phone.

"What the hell did you do to my phone? And that song? Really?" I asked and clicked my tongue. A drunken giggle reached my ears, barely visible through the bass.

"Wha' you didn't like it? I chose it especially for you. What a killjoy, Ichi, you need to relax once in a while." I could practically see him sticking his tongue out. "Oh, right, tha's why I called ya… come over here, ev'ryone is partyin', there are looooot's of cute girls here, oi owowow—stop it, Hiyoriii." For a minute all I could hear was Shinji whining and the devil woman obviously smacking him around like it was nothing, playing tug of war with Shinji's phone and I was ready to hang up when Shinji's whines reached me again. "Fuck, she is damn crazy, I tell ya. If I didn't know any better I would say she's jealous or somethin'."

"You tell me." I said dryly, making sure that even that drunkard could hear the sarcasm in my voice. It was pretty obvious that the devil woman had a thing for the blonde, but he was too stupid or too ignorant to notice it. Even Rukia rolled her eyes. "Look, I seriously can't go, I still don't have a place to work at, Rukia is helping me out right now."

"Oh… So you're with your girlfriend right now, sorry Ichi, I did not mean to interrupt—"

Loud wolf whistles and cheers exploded in my ear and I felt my face heat up. I recognized those voices all too well.

An ugly coughing noise reached my ears and I turned to Rukia, who was holding her hand against her mouth and coughed wildly, choking on the lemon tea, face red just like my own. Everyone always assumed that we were dating, even though we weren't and it was useless to say otherwise because no one believed it. Maybe they would one day when either one of us got a lover, but today was not the day and tomorrow didn't look any different.

"S-She is NOT my girlfriend!" I babbled into the phone, cursing the stutter in my voice.

"Mhm yeah right, whatever you say." I told you, they did not believe it. "Okay Ichi, I gotta go now, have fun with your girlfriend. Hiyori-chan says that if you won't get a job soon she will smack you, aw look she is worried.~"

"I am not!" I could hear it pretty clear.

"Y-Yeah okay, not worried, but pissed ow—wouldja stop it already!? Anyways, see ya tomorrow, Ichi. Good luck! We missed yer presence in our little meetings, take Rukia-chan with you the next time, 'kay? Bye byeeee.~"

I clicked the end call and stared at my phone. That guy could be such a kid sometimes; it was hard to believe that he was two years older than me.

There was an awkward silence in the room and I lifted my eyes to the ceiling, seeing some spider webs. Damn, I really needed to clean this place up…

Finally Rukia spoke up. "Do all of your friends just automatically assume that we are dating?" she asked, playing with the empty cup in her hands, staring at it as if it was the most interesting thing in the face of the earth.

I raised an eyebrow at her words. "Don't yours? Weren't they always saying that ever since elementary school?"

She should be used to it by now.

A small smile graced her pink lips. "…You need a boyfriend, Ichigo."

At that I blushed furiously and yanked the cup from her hands, ruffling her short hair with my free hand none too gently.

"Choose your words wisely, midget. I just might squish you into the ground like a mushroom. And don't tell me to get one, when you never even had one to begin wi—"

The heel of her foot smashed into my abdomen sending me falling on my ass. She stood up and towered over me with her small height.

"Sh-Shut up! It is not like you had one either, stupid!" her face was aflame.

"At least I had dated someone!"

"Those were girls!"

"So what?"

Rukia looked like she was about to say something but decided against it, mouth wide open. Instead she just curled on the sofa and crossed her arms, sulking, murmuring something to herself that suspiciously sounded like 'weird homo'. My eyebrow twitched. Leave Renji to tell everything he knew about me to Rukia, it wasn't like I really minded, but that was a private matter. I didn't exactly deny it when she asked me if it was true all those years ago. Deciding that she was just sour because she herself never had dated anyone, I decided to forgive her. Sighing I left the room, after she mumbled 'tea'.

Just when I was about to bring the cup to Rukia she immediately jumped up with a huge smile on her face. I raised my eyebrow at her not sure what was going on.

"I got it, Ichigo, I know how to get you a job!" Rukia said excitedly and rushed to the door, quickly slipping her shoes on. "It has to work, how didn't I think of this before!"

"Rukia, what are you—"I eyed her, a sliver of hope lighting in my chest. She was so confident; did she really manage to think of something?

"Wait for my call okay, I will call you tomorrow morning, so don't turn off your phone or something stupid like that. If this succeeds… It has to, it will. Goodbye, Ichigo, I'll be going now!"

"Um yeah… Bye." Before I could finish the door was slammed in front of me. I took a sip of Rukia's forgotten tea, grimacing at the taste of lemon and sugar; she liked it sweet and sat down ready to spend my evening studying.

I tried not to get my hopes up, but the confident look Rukia gave me, gave me hope too.

What I did not know that this suggestion would make my life turn upside down in a few days.

And I meant that in a bad way. If I disliked my life before, I sure as hell hated it after I went with Rukia's plan.

True to her words, my midget friend called me at five in the fucking morning, lively as ever, and barked at me to get my ass home right after I was done with school, meaning no dilly dallying with Shinji or anyone else for that matter. I promised her to be home and asked her to never call me at 5 am ever again, to which she responded for me to stop whining and stop staying up so late. I couldn't help it okay? Studying was hard, and if it was possible I tried to keep up with my studies, instead of pushing everything to the last day. I managed to reject all of the offers sent my way to hang out after school. As the hour Rukia told me to wait for approached, I couldn't help but feel a little nervous. From what I gathered, Rukia won't be the one to come over, but it will be someone else. An acquaintance of hers? A friend? Or maybe a complete stranger? Maybe I should get dressed in something more appropriate? I looked at my appearance, deeming it to be not formal at all, so I stumbled as fast as I could to my huge closet, I had a major weakness for clothes, so my closet was fully packed and digged around, trying to find something more formal. A black dress shirt caught my eyes, the one I hadn't had the chance to wear ever since graduation and I doubted it would fit me, since five years had already passed, but somehow it fit me perfectly. Just when I was about to button the last few buttons, the doorbell rang and I jumped up, slightly nervous, trying to fix my shirt with one hand while I kicked the clothes back into my closet.

Great just great. Damn it, why did this always happen to me?

A slight knock reached my ears and I gave up on my shirt, kicking the rest of my clothes into the closet.

"Coming!" I shouted, and stumbled over to the door not too gracefully, opening it without looking who it was.

I was face to face with Orihime Inoue. She stared at me, her eyes travelling to my half open shirt and a blush dyed her face. I started working on my shirt again, and kicked the door wide open to make some space for Orihime to pass.

"Hey, Orihime… Are you the one Rukia sent? It is not usual for you to stop by." I asked her as she walked into the apartment and closed the door behind her. It would make sense if Rukia had her in mind, considering the fact how many of her acquaintances rejected her it was only natural for her to start asking her friends.

"Y-yes that would be me. " She stuttered slightly, removing her boots. "Rukia called me and said that you still hadn't found a job. Ichigo, you should have asked me to help you out, I would have loved to, and you are my friend after all."

"Yeah well… You're helping me right now, aren't you? Thanks Orihime. I appreciate it." I smiled slightly at her as she smiled back, the tension leaving her shoulders and she fixed the blue flower pins in her hair, playing with her orange hair. Orihime was someone I knew ever since I was a kid, we were on good terms, but some things had happened in between us, and our relationship got strained. The last time I talked to her like this was probably half a year ago. She has been in love with me for a long time and when she confessed, I had to turn her down, because I was not interested in her or girls in general. Though I did not give her my reasons, I think that she had figured it out. We did not speak for a month or two, mainly because she was hurt and I did not want to throw myself at her. Everything changed some time ago, she had found herself a boyfriend from abroad, someone who loved her dearly and she clearly loved him back just as much, you could see from the look in her eyes that she was happy.

I start to sound like a complete sap, don't I?

"There is no need to thank me, Ichigo. Not yet at least, let's talk about what Rukia and I have in mind first, okay? Then you can decide if you want to take up or offer or not."

"Alright." I said already knowing that my answer was going to be 'yes, yes and yes'. "Take a seat and tell me what you have in mind."

She fixed her skirt and cleared her throat and told me her ideas. It appeared that her lover Ulquiorra Schiffer worked at one of the most popular modeling agencies in Japan, called 'Las Noches' led by this person named Sousuke Aizen. I had politely interrupted Orihime to say that no way was I going to be a model or something stupid like that, and she just giggled saying that it would be indeed nice for me to do it, but it was tough work and just because she had recommended me to her boss, apparently she worked there as one of the stylists, nothing would come of it. The agency was known in the whole world, many many people from different countries were sent there, and the competition there was crazy.

"You would be torn up like a baby lamb thrown into a cage of hungry lions!" Orihime said for the dramatic effect and I kind of believed her. You needed to have perfect looks to make a living in that way, and the more money you got, the more other models became jealous of you and your luck.

"So what do you want me to do there exactly?" I asked her, curiosity getting the best of me.

"Oh right, I didn't tell you hehe, silly me. "She bonked her head lightly and giggled. "Aizen is searching for some people to keep some of the models 'in line', because the situation has been really tense lately, I couldn't even work properly it was so gloomy! There are some other free places too, but you need to hurry up if you want to get one, as I said before, models or not, the competition is crazy! I just thought that the first suggestion fit Ichigo the best, because you know how to handle situations like these…"

I blinked my eyes. Wait, what did it mean exactly? Keeping some models in line? Did I need to calm them down before it turned into fights? Did that mean I would have to fight too if things got out of hand?

"So, is this 'keeping models in line' thing is like bodyguarding? I don't really understand."

Tapping her finger against her pursed lips she replied. "I don't exactly know myself, Ulqui only said that much too me, so I cannot say for sure. From what I got, I'd say it is something similar to what bodyguards do, but it is not that at the same time, it is something else. It is not that dangerous, I guess... So my suggestion to you is that you come to the agency with me tomorrow to check it out and talk with Aizen. I am sure you will get the job, he already knows you're going to come."

Ah, so I couldn't refuse. Not like I was going to.

"I don't know Orihime… And what about the pay? Is it good there?"

Her gray eyes brightened. "Oh, yes, it is! That's why Rukia called me last night; she said that you needed the money to pay the rent. I actually enjoy working there, it is fun, even if some of the personnel creeps me out sometimes, but if you ignore them, it is perfect. You should definitely take up this offer."

Good pay huh? I was immediately taken in, any doubts I had were gone in an instant. I just needed the money, nothing else, I could deal with the cocky models and weird personnel, it is not like I hadn't worked with weird people before. There was also the fact that models were really attractive, so it wasn't so bad to rest my eyes on them once in a while—

Okay that was just weird.

"I'll go with you then. When do we meet up?"

I could see that she was hyped about me accepting her offer, glad that I hadn't rejected it. She grabbed her cellphone, texted a few messages, told me to meet her tomorrow in front of the agency at 11 am sharp, gave me one last hug and left. I was thankful to her for throwing me something to cling on as I was drowning, the angel she was. Finally, I was going to have a job and I won't need to worry about anything else.

Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad.

It was.

TBC