Title: Pose for me: Prologue

Author's Notes: Ichigo Kurosaki is a man of many talents. So is the guy that he happens to work with in of his both jobs: modelling and writing. This is a yaoi, GrimmIchi, and very lemony fanfiction. AU.

Warnings: Yaoi/slash. Male on male action. Lemons. Swears. Alternate Universe. Ichigo POV

Disclaimer: I don't own bleach.

Prologue

I'm Kurosaki Ichigo, a new male model for a very prestigious modelling company. I never found myself to be a person suited for modeling or any job that requires you to be in the limelight. Other than modeling, since it doesn't fill up all of my time, I'm also an editor working for a publishing company that has a good reputation and a lot of admirable authors. Don't get me wrong, I love working as an author. I'd much rather be behind the scenes than in the picture.

Right now, my situation is really pitiable.

"Ishida Uryu, I'm going to be your manager from now on," the tall, skinny man in front of me held out his hand. Just like the rest of his body, his hands were bony but agile. At first glance, you'd probably assume this guy was a professor or scientist. He's neither of those, he's a manager for male models.

I chose not to say anything. How the hell did I ever get dragged into this? Oh right, my writing career got cut short because they have a shortage of authors and they asked me to take some time off. Besides, I always got the really reputable authors like the one that are always winning awards. Those authors were taking some time off. The only reason I ever wanted to try modeling was because...

"Ichigo-san, you should try modeling!"

That Urahara... I needed some sort of income since I'm still trying to become stable and he recommended me for this company which happens to be his company. Urahara-san told me a lot of things like "You'd be a great model", "You have nice abs... which we can really use!", and "You're downright sexy..."

Even though I punched him after the last comment, I took up on his offer.

Now here I am, at Urahara's male modeling agency, feeling gay as hell. But, that's not the most pitiable part of my situation. The that I was on looked really busy. Every model was either in a dressing room or on the set of the photo shoot. I, being the bum that I am, just sat on the bench in the middle. Rubbing the bench, I noticed it was made of really smooth, hard wood. The photo shooting sets looked really pretty. I'm not homosexual or anything, but the guys were above-average looking, to say the least. Every time a model struck a new pose, the camera moved to a new place to shoot from a better angle.

They weren't just wearing clothes. Nope, there's much more to this job. One model had a lollipop as a prop. That model's hair was spiky black and had a striking resemblance to mine. Each time, he struck a pose, swift fingers moved the lollipop or he'd sensually lick while shooting a lustful look to the camera. Perhaps the most striking thing about this model was the 69 tattoo on his cheek. Another model had a really big sword that he through over his shoulder. Eyes small, but his hair was striking red and full of personality. He had a variety of tattoos on his forehead.

"I manage another model..." Ishida held his clipboard close, "But he's doesn't seem to be here yet. He's probably the most famous model here. Everything about him is so striking in every way. Damn, I really wish he was here. he'd be perfect as a role model for you. You look like you have a lot of potential. I hope you invest time and energy into this because someone like you could get far here."

This is what happens when I play with power. Urahara got me hooked up with the most well-renowned modeling agency and my manager just happens to be the same person who manages the most famous model in the agency. I guess I should be feeling lucky, but I really don't. I love my job as an editor. Just hoping that this model business doesn't run with me for too long.

I shuffled my feet, "That's too bad. I mean, that your other model couldn't make it."

Ishida didn't even glance at me. He was just moving around some papers. When I said that, he seemed to notice me. Damn, I hate those people who are act like they're too good for everyone else!

"Yeah we'll just do a test photo shoot to see where you'd be best..." he took a deep breath and looked around like he was trying to spot someone, "Actually knowing your co-worker, he's probably just lurking around here..."

"Huh?" Who goes to work but doesn't actually bother to show up? What the hell would be the point of that?

"I mean, he's probably getting with some girl in a closet somewhere on set," Ishida practically whispered this. His face was hidden behind his clipboard and when he lowered the clipboard, I could see that his cheeks were stained pink. "I'm going to go look for him."

Ishida started his expedition for what I'm guessing was to go look for his high-stature model. Turning around, he pointed in the direction of a door, "That's the dressing room, I have your clothes laid out there in the front. Get dressed and present yourself in the photo shoot area."

I could tell he was really embarrassed. Who wouldn't be if the model they were assigned went around the studio getting it on with random girls on studio? Even I felt kind of shameful to be working along side someone like that.

I guess I shouldn't judge someone this quickly, I thought to myself as I opened the door to the dressing room, Sure, he might sound like a man whore from what I'm hearing but I should give him a chance. After all, Ishida told me that he could help me.

And that, ladies and gentleman, was a big mistake that I'll never forgive myself for making: Opening the door to the dressing room and ever, I mean, ever thought about giving this blue haired prick any second thought.

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