Campus

Hey there. First off, I'm sorry this one is so short, but it's more of a prequel than an actual chapter. I don't expect to post the next chapter anytime in the next week or so, but I'll get it up. Updates for all of my stories are going slow because I've got two other ongoing stories right now for Kingdom Hearts. This is my first Bleach fic, so if you don't like it, review and tell me how I can be better.

Disclaimer: I don't own, so you don't sue. Want proof? In my fantasy world, there's yaoi everywhere, my favorite characters are real, gay and in love with each other. You don't see that in Bleach (aka a fantasy world) so it's OBVIOUSLY not mine. I can't draw worth shit anyways, so there's no way I'll own any manga to begin with.

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Ichigo groaned, fumbling for the alarm clock before actually turning it off. He raised his head blearily, yawning as he looked at the time. 7:45 AM.

"Fuck."

His head fell back to the comforting embrace of the pillows, eyes closing slowly. They flashed open as he bolted upright, looking to the clock in horror.

"Fuck!"

Ichigo tumbled from the bed, standing up hurriedly and snatching his bag, slipping on his slippers as he jogged to the door. He jogged back into his dorm after a few moments, sliding into the kitchen to grab a banana. One can't learn on an empty stomach after all.

Ichigo crossed the grass outside his dorm room to meet Chad and Ishida at one of the fountains. They both stood up, and the Quincy sighed.

"Ichigo, when are you going to learn that your appearance is what most people judge you by? Dress properly for once in your life. Actually, get up on time so you can dress like a normal person instead of going to class in your sleepwear."

They walked to class, passing teachers and students as they entered the hall.

"Tch, for one thing, I was up late last night so I needed as much sleep as I could get. Two, it's not that unusual for people to go to class in their pajamas. Three, if people want to judge me by the way I look they can stick it. It's a person's soul that makes who they are, not the shell that contains it," Ichigo retorted, with Chad nodding in agreement.

"How poetic Kurosaki-kun." One of the professors behind them spoke up, grinning widely. Professor Gin, Ichigo's English professor, smirked as he passed with one of the art professors. "Maybe you should explain your reasoning to me after class hmm? I'd love to debate with you about the soul and how it makes a person."

Ichigo recoiled instinctively, which only widened the professor's smile. "Er, I don't think I'd be able to sir. I have a class right after yours that I need to get to."

Gin sighed. "Ah, well. Maybe some other time, eh, Kurosaki-kun?"

Ishida and Chad shivered as the teachers walked away. Chad set a hand on Ichigo's shoulder. "Is he a problem Ichigo? It doesn't seem like the first time he's done that."

Ichigo shrugged his hand away. "Yeah, but I can deal with it. I'm not worried about Gin, he's just creepy and a pain in the ass."

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"See, Grimmjow? I told you the boy was a treat." Gin smirked to the blue haired man beside him.

"Seemed like a coward ta me. What kind of man runs away from his problems?" Grimmjow sneered, watching the students rush to class.

"You should see him when he's in the kendo club. He doesn't run away from his problems then. Heh, that's when he's most aggressive. Maybe I should challenge him to a private match. He never turns down those-"

"Gin, stop messing with the kid. He ain't likin' it like you are." Grimmjow turned to leave.

"Tch, you're just jealous because you haven't got the guts to take a risk like that because you KNOW that someone like Ichi-kun would turn you down instantly. All he's been doing with me was being evasive." Gin chuckled, knowing that this alone would halt the other. Predictably, Grimmjow turned on his heel and headed straight for him, snarling as he fisted the front of his shirt.

"I could have that boy bedded years before you could hold his hand," he growled.

"It's a wager then. Whoever beds Ichi-kun first wins. If I win, I get you both, if you win, I stay away from dear Ichi. Deal?" Gin held out his hand.

Grimmjow snatched his hand up angrily, shaking it once. "Deal."

Gin grinned wider. "Well then Grimmy-kun, I'll see you on the campus. I have a class to teach right now, and I couldn't miss it for anything. I'll give Kurosaki-kun your love shall I?"

Grimmjow snarled again as he watched the man leave. He pulled a cell phone out of his pocket and dialed a number quickly. "Hey. I'm calling in one of those favors you owe me… Wha'?... No, I'm not in trouble and NO I'm not in jail. Why do you always assume the worst of me?...Well, look, this is all ya need ta do…"