I was thinking about things to do aside fantasizing DAVID COOK for 24 hours including sleeping and it come to this. I love to type and write stories the same level I love David Cook.

Call me obsessed or anything else, its fine with me. Ever since he was crowned as the American Idol, I have been spewing his name 24/7. My mom, who is also a Cook fan, nearly kills me using the kitchen knife.

Okay enough with the DAVID craziness. I was thinking about holding up my recent story. I have this stupid problem about it that I rather not talk about. But I won’t of course. I love it and I’m sure I’ll update anytime soon.

But as of now, I’ll be sticking up to this one. This has been in my mind for days now and I will surely forget it the moment I didn’t typed this thing up. Only this time around, it will be friendlier and suited for all ages. I can’t believe has a fanfiction section all about him! I think I’ll write something about him… hmm… what do you think?

So, you might enjoy this as much as you enjoyed “The Ones Who Cried Love”. I can’t make a story with the normal shinigami thing because, heck, I can’t even describe which is the hakama; the top or the bottom?

Oh well, here goes my fifth IchiRuki fanfiction! Like all IchiRuki fans say:

SPREAD THE ICHIRUKI LOVE!!

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Title: Kimi No Suki Na Uta

Rating: T

Genre: Romance/Drama and possible, a little bit of humor.

Summary: Rock star Kurosaki Ichigo and fashion designer Kuchiki Rukia doesn’t get along very well at first sight. Fate makes its way to their lives as they were bounded by an outrageous engagement and forced to live under one roof.

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Chapter One

Our Lives

“He’s the second best playboy.” Rukia finished. “After Jude Law, I think.”

“Rukia,” Rangiku sighed. “Hollywood is different to Japan’s showbiz. If you love Jude Law very much or Johnny Depp for instance, I suggest you go to America and live there.”

“Jude Law isn’t American!” Rukia countered. “He’s a British Gentleman.”

“Oh, go ahead.” Rangiku said helplessly. “Worship your American and British gents but me… I’m sticking with Kurosaki-kun.”

Rukia’s mouth gaped and stared at the television again.

“I don’t understand you.” Rangiku said confused. “If you think he’s a playboy, why do you fancy Jude Law?”

“Well,” Rukia said thoughtfully. “He’s a gentleman so I don’t mind him being a naughty boy.”

Rangiku smirked. “I didn’t know you had it in you, Rukia.” She mused and returned her eyes at the television. “But I really think he has the good looks and the greatest voice next to, I mean, the same as David Cook of American Idol.”

“I rather have David Cook, Ran-chan.” Rukia said.

“He doesn’t have the same hot orange hair Ichigo have!” she shouted pointing at the TV screen.

“At least he doesn’t look like an idiot!” Rukia pointed out.

They both shut up as a customer entered the clothing store run by Rukia. They attended them immediately.

Kuchiki Rukia is one of the top fashion designers of Japan. After graduation, other clothing companies wanted her for their fashion empire but Rukia politely declined. She wanted to own and run her own shop so she has White Moon, one of the leading designer clothes out there.

After almost an hour and exhausting attendance for their customer, Rukia sighed heavily and sat down on her chair.

“I need a raise for this.” Rangiku complained. Rukia gave her a menacing look.

“You are welcome to resign.” She offered sarcastically.

“I don’t know exactly why I wanted to be your secretary even though there’s Hinamori in our group.” Rangiku wondered.

She was talking about their secret women society. Actually, it was more like a circle of friends. They consisted of Rukia, Rangiku, Hinamori, Nanao, Nemu, Isane, Kiyone, Yoruichi, Soifon, Unohana and Hiyori. They are pretty many.

It was formed back when they all attended the same state college. And the truth is they live at the same house which is more like a compound.

“You wanted to have money; I’m giving you an opportunity.” Rukia explained easily. “I want to go home now. What time is it anyway?”

Rangiku glanced at her watch. “It’s almost seven in the evening.” She informed her.

Rukia sighed tiredly and said, “Let’s pack up. I suppose Nemu is already cooking up something for dinner.”

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Ichigo stared mindlessly at the window of the ninth floor of Sony BMG’s building. He’s at the rehearsal studio and he was bored. With his guitar resting at his lap, he continued to mind off in space.

Until, he felt Renji’s big hand smack the back of his head. Ichigo closed his eyes on impact and slight pain, glaring at Renji.

“What the hell?” he asked irritably.

“I’m sorry for interrupting your fantasies with women, Kurosaki.” He apologized jokingly. Renji nodded his head towards the door, gesturing for him to follow. “Boss wants a word.”

The orange haired guy sighed and nodded. He hurriedly stood up and followed Renji out of the room. As soon as he entered the room, he was greeted by his fellow band mates minus Renji. It consists of Ishida as the drummer, Sado or Chad as the band’s bassist and the cute newbie, Hitsugaya for the keyboards.

The band’s name by the way is Zangetsu which was taken from Ichigo’s father’s prized possession, a samurai sword which is still in his possession which when Ichigo comes home, he crazily tries to kill his own son using it.

Just for fun.

The band’s manager, Urahara Kisuke, notices his star has appeared which happens to be Ichigo (he definitely is fond over Ichi-kun). He flashed his mischievous smile as always and ordered for them to sit down and he and Renji obliged.

The obviously crazy manager coughed slightly to get their attention. They all looked up.

“First of all I wanted to tell you all congratulations.” He said proudly. “All of you made a one of a hell job at your recent concert at Osaka and I was happy on what you guys did.”

“Second, to Hitsugaya-kun.” He continued and the little guy looked up, surprised. “I didn’t expect that you being a newcomer would overcome stage fright so easily. You did a better job rather than Renji at their first concert.”

Ichigo smirked remembering their first live performance and Ishida gave a snort.

“Hey,” Renji said. “Enough humor at my expense.”

“It did happen, though.” Ichigo muttered silently, but Renji heard. He growled at him.”

“Shut up.”

Urahara sighed and signaled for them to stop the bickering. He continued.

“And third and foremost,” he said. He turned to Ichigo. “Kurosaki.”

Ichigo looked at his manager. “Yeah?”

“I am completely disappointed about your current stunt around your women. Again.” He held up a hand as Ichigo was about to speak. “Let me finish. You are the foundation of this band. You formed this and of course, you don’t want it to destroy yourself by your… failed conquests. I know it’s not my business but I’m also concerned about you.”

Urahara continued. “It is all over the TV and the morning paper. Did you really slept with her?” he asked.

Ichigo sighed as Urahara waited for an answer.

“Hell no.” he answered simply and as if he doesn’t care.

“Then why does she kept on spouting that you guy are an item?”

“Look, I rather date Ishida’s grandmother for that matter!” he shouted.

“Hey!” Ishida spat. “Leave my dead granny over this!”

Ichigo ignored Ishida and turned again to his manager. “Kisuke, I don’t know what this girl wants, seriously.” He admitted seriously. “You know Senna. Resident, there’s no other way to say I, bitch. I date better women than her.”

Urahara took a few minutes to take it all in the nodded. “I know what you mean. Just please Ichigo, no more of this okay?”

Ichigo nodded.

“I think it’s time for you to find a new girlfriend.” Renji suggested. “Or a wife. Right, Kisuke-san?”

Urahara suddenly puts up his stupid smirk and nodded vigorously. “He’s right, Kurosaki-kun! What do you think of Rihanna? Or Jessica Alba? Or maybe Angelina Jolie! Oh wait… she’s married… Oof!”

Ichigo punched him right in the face and left the room swiftly.

“Is he legal to do that?” Hitsugaya asked.

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Rukia stared in front of her Mac book for almost thirty minutes now. She had been using the laptop as her diary.

After a few more minutes she gave up and slammed the electronic notebook down. In exhaustion, she dumps her own body on the bed

She sighed. “I wonder if my life will lead more to this…”

And she fell asleep.

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What do you think? Just express it all in your reviews and I’ll read it, of course.