Title: The Karakura Academy Love Story

Author: Ohisashi

Pairing: Ichigo x Hitsugaya (IchiHitsu)

Rating: M-rated for future lemons. No kiddos please.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach nor characters, all rights go to Kubo Tite. If I did own Bleach, Orihime's annoying ass would be gone... Forever.

A/N: My second unfinished multi-chapter story. Go figure.

I will not accept flames however if you do, I will merely laugh at your poor ranting while slowly sipping my tea in content.

I accept constructive critisim.

Well, enjoy!


What happens when special kids with special talents all go to an academy to learn almost the same thing? Competition. However, in this particular academy it is different. Being said, Karakura Academy is a private school that teaches advanced students high leveled skills and academics for future doctors, artists', scientist ect. What happens now, if a student with no particular talent, an average IQ, and C student comes to this school? Don't know? No worries. I am here to tell you all about my experience at this prep school starting today.

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Hi there, my name is Ichigo K. Kurosaki. I am 15 years old and starting my sophomore year in Karakura Academy. It's this snobby prep school for wealthy, intelligent, and adept kids. Wonder why I'm here? Why is because, my dad happened to get me a scholarship here because of being an imperative doctor for that school. That's why I'm here. I, unfortunately, had to leave my best friends for this school so I'm still pretty let down by it. Anyways, I already know my years here is going to suck. I have intense orange, unruly hair. An expression that make little kids cry, curtesy to Renji, my closest friend. To top it all off, I get into fights. Yes that's right, I am not your very average teen. I have good fighting skills thanks to my dad who tries to beat me up to a bloody pulp for little reasons. It's not like he's abusive or anything, he's just teaching me how to fight to protect my little sisters, Karin and Yuzu. I wonder how they're doing at their new school.

Yeah, but like I said, somehow he managed to apply me in the middle October. Luckily I'll have the weekend and Halloween to sulk on how my life came from being the best to miserable.

I walk into the office and seat myself down as other students were discussing with the office workers. My clammy hands clench my documents and my heart is racing. I was nervous and slightly anxious of what the student body would think of me. People always judge me before they even get to know me. That's why back in my old school, I only hung out with my group. Damn I miss them already. I didn't even get to say goodbye to them... person to person at least.

" Did you need something young man?" A woman asked. I swallow and nod before standing and giving her the documents. She reads them and gives a small smile. " So you're new? Well then, welcome to the Karakura Academy Mr. Kurosaki. I will inform your teacher right away, please take a seat."

Sitting back down in my spot, I gaze at the floor intently. My first day in a famous preparation school. Way to go dad. You managed to make me feel even more like an outcast. Kudos to him. Ugh.

" Look out! We got a cart!" I turn my head and yelp when a huge cart came whooshing by along with two students, who ended up crashing into the wall.

" Dang it! You idiot, you were suppose to watch in the back!" Screamed a girl with a Chinese hair style.

" I-I'm sorry Soi-Fon-san."

The girl named Soi-Fon stood up and hautily pointed at him.

" Clean this mess. I'm going to report to Unohana-sensai about this." When she finished scolding him, I quickly look at the floor and pretended to be interested in the tiles. Well, I kind of was. Compared to my school, these things looked like expensive, shiny marble.

" Okay Mr. Kurosaki. We have you all set. You're class is D-3, Science. You can get there on your own?" I nod while rubbing the back of my head uncertainly. Wow, I just witnessed a drama queen. Better watch out for those.

I exit the office and begin my journey to my first class. The school is separated into two large, 3-story buildings as far as I can see. I see the letters D-F on the second building and I cross the court yard. As I walked across the field, I stared at the open nature around me. The scenery looked so serene that it was hard to look away. Letting out a sigh, I go through the D-hall on the first floor and finally found my designated class.

' This is it.' I think to myself. Emanating determinedly, I open the door slowly and bite my bottom lip. That's when my mouth dropped. I expected famous academies to have quiet, study-environmental classes with strict teachers. My accusation was clearly out the book.

Kids are loudly talking to one another across the room. The teacher is napping with a play-boy book on top of his head. Some students are seated on the desks. Some tension in me relaxes as I step in, unnoticed. Good. At least I can save myself some embarrassment for one hour. I suddenly notice this shy-looking kid sitting in the back corner in the room reading. Maybe I could sit by him.

" Excuse me." I said to get his attention, which I did and he blinked. " May I sit here? I can't seem to find any " decent " seats around." I said with a hint of humor though his mouth didn't even twitch. Hey, I never was a good at telling jokes.

He nods and I take a seat next to him. He returned to his book almost immediately. Well, it wasn't like I asked for him to be my friend so I shouldn't be feeling disappointed. Still, I wanted to start over. I wanted to be well-known and accepted by everyone despite the fact that I don't belong here.

" Hey. My name's Ichigo Kurosaki." I greeted with a big smile. He seemed pretty shocked at my sudden elation but managed to reply shyly.

" H-Hanataru." I held out my hand and he shakes it with a small grin. Good. Now we're getting somewhere.

" This seems like a pretty lively class. Is it always like this?" I ask with amusement. He smiles more and nod.

" Yes. It quite is actually. That's why I like to keep to myself. Are you new here?" I nod with an embarrassed look.

" Hehe yeah apparently. Hopefully I'll make it through this school year."

" Don't worry. This school is just the same as public ones except we are more progressive and take AP classes. What's your specialty?"

I swallow and look away with a deadpan look. Damn, I keep forgetting that fame has its reasons. My eyes dart around the room and I catch sight of an educational poster about being healthy and this soccer team practicing. Perfect! I turn back around with an unfazed grin.

" Oh you know... Soccer." Well, fighting is also sort of a sport. I think.

His eyes widen in envy.

" Cool. I'm not all for muscles. I'm good at health and plan to be a doctor when I grow up. Since you're good at sports, you must be in our school team right? " I shook my head. I didn't think that Private schools would have dirt sports that dirty their students. Hey, I'm learning okay?

" Nah. I probably won't be as good as everyone else." I say trying to avoid this topic. I just lied to this poor guy who seemed to not be very familiar with the other kids. I feel so guilty.

" It's alright. Nobody is as good as Hitsugaya-sempai." This draws my attention. Nobody as good as somebody. That sounds a bit too exaggerated for my liking.

" Why? Is he some professional in the Seniors?" He shakes his head. This catches me by surprise even more. So a person in a lower grade is exceptional than everyone?

" Hitsugaya-sempai is sophomore and is captain of our school soccer team. He gets to choose who's in and who's out basically. He is also very notorious among the school as well. Straight A student, clean record, IO of 200, and mentioned as the "cutest guy in the whole city" as stated but the girls," Hanataru looks down with a slight blush, " Even I envy him. Who knew such a perfect being could actually be here on Earth? He's so cool." I blink as I process the information.

So basically this Hitsugaya-sempai sounds like some 6-foot, bloody-building, blonde that happens to be perfect. Ug. The thought of this guy already makes me sick. I hate people like those. They are always engrossed on how perfect they look and how many fans they have and what not. I better keep this guy in mind.

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Because I don't have a special elective class for my second class, I have this period off, which meant walking across the endless halls to find the library. Or just sit on the ground with nothing to do.

I groan and walk down the empty aisles. I can't wait to get home beat the crap out of that old goon. Did he even think about this before just sending me off like I know what I'm doing!?

It was a moment later when I collided with someone and ended up sprawled on my back. I really need to watch where I am going, but who knew I wasn't the only one out and about?

" S-Sorry. I didn't see you there." I apologized sitting up while rubbing the back of my head.

" It's fine. It's sort of my fault a-as well." The person I knocked down had got on his knees and felt the ground. I raise an eyebrow and finally realized that he was feeling for his glasses when I saw it against a locker.

" U-Uh looking for these?" I asked stupidly as I gave him the glasses. He nods and slips them on before looking up at me with interest. Now, I wasn't a very friendly guy towards nerdy looking people, but in this case, I have to admit this person has my attention. He had snow white spiky hair. And big emerald eyes looking up at my brown ones.

" Thank you." He finally says with a slight tinge of pink on his cheeks. Suits him well...

I'm just tired from waking up early today...

" Y-Yeah no problem." I reply and help him pick up his books. " So, you don't have class this period as well?"

He shakes his head. " I do, but I excused myself to go to the library before soccer practice starts." We both stand up.

" Oh, so you're in the team? Are you that good?" I ask with a smile. He shrugs and looks away.

" I don't know, I'm not THAT good I guess."

" Yeah people keep talking about how this soccar captain is the best on the team, but I don't believe it." I say with a humored expression. He gave me a wierd look.

" Sure. I have to go now." We said goodbye and he left just like that. I wonder if he's just like Hanataru. I mean, I used to get called out all the time about my unnatural hair color and deceiving look. Maybe he might be bullied all the time about his hair, and possibly his glasses. All schools have jerks, trust me. Like the " Oh-so-perfect-Hitsugay-sempai".

Just like him. Right?


" Eeek! Their practice session already began! Come on guys!" I quickly dodge a horde of heart-shaped eyed girls running down the hall and to the field. I raise an eyebrow as even more people, boys and girls ran in the same direction. I think even saw a teacher join in. What is going on? Curiosity getting the best of me, I walk in their direction to see what all the commotion was about.

Overall, my morning classes went fine I guess. I managed to meet some very interesting characters. I now gained another friend, her name being, Rukia Kuchiki. She's kind of snobby but overall a pretty good girl to hang out with. Though my bruises are still ringing in pain on my arm.

" Haa! Hitsugaya-sempai over here!"

" You're so cool Hitsugaya-sempai!"

" I love you Sempai!"

Oh yeah, Mr. Perfect blonde right? I easily tower over the girls and looked at the soccer field to see some guys in red and black uniforms practicing on a field. I didn't see any yellow hair. Maybe it could be that red-head with the crazy eyebrow tattoos. He looked like everything a girl could dream of. Everyone's eyes are on him as well. That's when I noticed they started to drift off him and follow the every movement off this white-haired kid. Wait a minute that can't be-

The kid then stopped and ran a hand through his hair before darting his bright green eyes at us with an irritated look, which did not affect them at all.

" Aaaak! He looked me! Hitsugaya-sempai looked at me!" My eyes widen as my mouth hung open like deer caught in the headlights.

No way!

That white-haired midget is THE Hitsugaya-sempai!?

...

The session is soon over and the team was now going to the locker rooms, making the hordes of fans scream. How annoying. So this is what Hitsugaya must feel like every session. I'm surprised he hasn't even gone crazy yet. And speaking of the soccer captain, he looked nothing like what I imagined! He has unnatural colored hair not blonde, even shorter that Rukia, and is not even close to a body-builder and all this description fitted the same kid I bumped into earlier. Books and glasses with a timid attitude, now out on the field, bright eyes showing burning passion, glistening skin, provocative attitude.

I sigh and turn away before heading to court-yard. I just wasted about 10 minutes watching some sporty guys playing soccer with girls screaming like there is no tomorrow. How is this even worth part of my lunch time? Staring at a "oh-so-dreamy" soccer star kicking a ball around? But Arg! I still can't get over the fact that he can just totally switch around like that! Huh, just like that saying, don't judge a book by its cover.

I sit down near a tree moments later and take out a photo before praying for my school year to go well. Hopefully. The photo is a picture of my mom, who passed away years ago. I got over it after some time but I still miss her to death. You have no idea how much I loved her. I always wished for mom to come back. To hold my hand, protect me, make me laugh and I would do the same for her. To hold her hand, make her laugh, to protect her.

Or at the very least, someone just like her but, no one could ever replace my mother.

No one.

" Do you mind if I sit here?" A voice brings me back to reality and I look up to see someone bending down with an inquiring expression. Probably because of my weird intense staring at a worn-out photo. It is the Hitsugaya everyone happened to admired so much. I gotta admit, that curious look on his face does seem kind of cute... And the glasses added a bonus-

I think I need to go to sleep now.

" No not at all." I responded with a crack in my voice. Gah. Way to play it smooth Ichigo. Wait a second, why am I even thinking about impressing him!? I scoot over so he can have room.

" Thank you." He says and sits down beside me. He pulls out a packet and begins filling it out. I take a closer look and my heart drops. It was a math packet with all sorts of problems mixed together, some I didn't even know how to solve! School is going to turn out bad after all. Math isn't my very strong subject to begin with.

" It's not all that hard if that is what you are thinking." Hitsugaya says as if he read my mind but in this case, read my expression. I laugh nervously.

" Hah are you sure about that?"

" Positive," He smirks, which made my heart give a leap, " After all, everyone here knows how to work out all of this, that is, everyone except a certain somebody who probably lacks this necessary skill." I frown with a dead-pan look. Just like Rukia. Sarcastic remark on my 'low' intelligence on our first meeting.

" Well I just came here from my old school today and they did things differently. Mainly because it was a PUBLIC school. My dad made me come here because now he decides to tell me his stupid occupation!" I came loose.

" Is that so?"

" Yep." I watch him for any signs of reactions but he showed none. Jeez, this guy is difficult.

" So that's why you came here with no specialty, Kurosaki?" I gasp as my eyes widen. How the hell does this kid know my name!? In fact I was about to ask him.

" How do you-" Then it hit me. Hanataru had told me more about this guy. How he was good with computers, can hack into systems, and can even find out about your personal background with out you finding out.

" How do I what?" He egged on with a satisfied look. He knew that I knew what he is capable of. Cocky bastard.

" Che. Never mind." He is too different from what I expected him to be. Though my main question is, why does it feel like my heart is about to explode out my chest?

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The bell rings, an indication that school is over and that club activities begin. I am thankful for this. It seemed like my heart was against me today as well. It was always beating with nervousness when I was introduced to my classes and to top it off, whenever I saw Hitsugaya, it would speed up even more, and my face would heat at the slightest bit. Maybe I'm just dehydrated. I just want to go home. Though sulking will have to wait, seeing as my mounds of homework is my top priority. Usually in my old school when we get even a work sheet with two sides we would all groan, but in this school, seeing a 10 paged packet, front and back, is nothing to these kids. Hitsugaya was right after all. How I wish my life could be as easy as theirs.

I begin my journey home, walking. It is a short mile away from my house so that also is an advantage of going to Karakura Academy. I usually had to take the bus for my public school. I wish I could tell my old friends how my day is but they all have Fall Break in this month so they are all out with their families. Besides, who am I to complain to them in the middle of their vacation?

I sigh and shove my hands in my pockets. I don't think I mentioned this but in the prep school, we have to wear uniforms. You know, I always wished that I could go to a school that has free dress but that doesn't look like it is going to happen any time. We have to wear a white dress shirt under a black suit jacket and red tie. Girls wear red plaid skirts while boys wore black dress pants. Their standard uniform is even pompous. I miss my old uniform. Just a dress shirt and grey pants. Now I can definitely see the difference between my schools.

My eyes glance to the side and I had a double-take when I saw the white-haired kid walking right next to me.

" What the hel- How long have you been there!?" I exclaimed as I felt my chest ready to explode.

He looks up at me as if I was the crazy one with three heads.

" I've been here the whole time." I frown and was about to retort back when I remembered what happened just before the bell for school to end in my last class. He had asked if we could walk home together and I sort of almost lost it but managed to say yes. I am beginning to think that I am starting to lose some of my mausculine.

" Oh, yeah. Right. Ehehe." I laugh nervously. I guess I truly am an idiot. " But why did you want to walk home with me?" I ask curiously. He shrugs.

" No reason."

" Hm.." He doesn't seem to be the type to open up so easily. I wonder if he even has friends. I asked him that.

" I do."

" So where are they?"

" They ride the bus. I don't, as you can clearly see." I blink.

" So we live pretty close together huh?"

" Depends." I nod and we fell silent. I could feel my heart beating quite painfully now against my rib cage. I hated this silence. It made me feel conscious and awkward. Gah! Get a hold of yourself Ichigo! Do not turn into a pansy dammit! Think of a topic...

" The weather sure is nice out here." I mentally face palm myself.

" Sure..." He responds uncertainly while looking at the ground with a weirded look. I really need to learn how to make conversation. The strange thing is with my old friends, we would always have something to talk about and laugh all the time. Now? I'm trying to figure out how not to look so stupid in front of him.

We eventually got to my house and I say goodbye. He just turns and walks ahead. Rude much, but I could deal with that later. I can feel my shoulder get light as I dropped my heavy bag on the ground and glared at it.

Homework comes first. Thinking all night about Hitsugaya comes second.

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I know I have to update Dākusouru but this idea would not leave me alone so I just had to type it out. My main goal now is to update both stories with at least 8,000 words each, and putting up more lemon/non-lemon one shots. I really want them to be well-written and enjoyable. Hopefully I could keep this up.

Arg. But like, follow and review and I'll see you next time for sure.