Bleach fanfic

Summ: She was the Nobel's daughter. He was the traitor's son. It all started with a simple "hello".

Chapt 1: And so it begins...

Byakuya walked along the the halls of the Soul Reaper Academy, his usual stoic look on his face. He wore his usual uniform, ignoring the looks that people were giving him.

A young girl about half his height was following after him. She looked exactly like him.. aside from her vibrant violet colored eyes. She looked at the rooms they passed by, wondering which one she was going to be in.

She knew she had to be careful.. She was a Kuchiki and didn't want to seem like a clumsy fool on the first day of Academy.

The older Kuchiki soon came to a stop in front of a room. The young girl stood behind him, a slightly curious look in her eyes as she looked up at the older man.

"Father?" She asked before he cut her off.

"This is your class, Shiori." He told her, not sparing her a single glance. She looked up at him and nodded,

"Thank you, father." Shiori replied, bowing to her father before she hesitantly walking into the class. She bowed to the teacher who told her where she could sit.

She immediately went to her assigned seat and quietly listened to the lesson, trying to ignore the looks her classmates were giving her.

She kept wondering why they were all staring at her. Was it because of what she was wearing? She didn't know.. and tried to not let it get to her.

"Alright, class. You're homework is to study the history of the Seireitei." The teacher spoke. As the class started to leave, Shiori had gotten the feeling she was being watched. She looked around, seeing no one.

'What a strange feeling...' She thought as she headed to her next class, Kidou 101.. or as the other students there called it, Combat Training.

She stood alone, not wanting to be bothered by anyone.. not right now at least. A few students tried to tease her about being a Kuchiki.. how she must be a spoiled rich kid. She just walked away before something bad happened.

"Hey! What's wrong, Kuchiki? You gonna go cry to your mommy?" One boy teased.. and he crossed the line. She looked back at him, the look of death in her eyes. Everyone in the Seireitei knew of Byakuya's temper when he was younger.. and it looks like it was passed down to his daughter.

Shiori was sensitive about the topic of her mother. Her own mother had walked out of her life when she was only three-years old. She has never seen the older woman since. She walked back over to the boy foolish enough to cross the line with her and punched him almost hard enough to break his jaw.

"If you ever.. speak of my mother again.. next time it won't be just your face that gets hurt." She said with narrowed eyes. The boy nodded vigorously before running off to be with his friends.

"My, my. Such a temper." A voice startled Shiori. She looked behind her to see an older boy. He was a little taller than her, silver hair, lean body, and a fox-like smile that no one could mistaken. He was an Ichimaru.

"Who are you?" She asked, blinking a bit. The boy's smile grew at the question, sending a shiver down Shiori's spine.

"Now, why would th' lil Hime want ta know who I am?" He asked, tilting his head as his smile grew more. Shiori almost gave a defiant look at what he called her.

"Because.. you're the one who spoke to me first." She said, her eyes narrowing a bit.

"So I was. My name's Ichimaru Ryou. Wha' is yer name, Hime?" Ryou asked, tilting his head a bit, the smile never leaving his face.

"Kuchiki Shiori." Shiori answered, watching Ryou intently, until she heard the teacher call her name.

"Better get goin', Hime." He told her. She blinked at him and ran over to where the class was. She preformed her father's favorite Kidou.

"Kidou 6- White Lightning." She said in a monotone, watching the Kidou hit the target. Everyone watched in shock. No one in the class expected her to hit the mark on her first try.

Ryou watched from a distance, smiling.

"So.. tha's Kuchiki Byakuya's daughter, eh?" He grinned.

This was going to be interesting.

Kage: Well.. here's chapter one. I hope you all liked it. Please r&r. No flames, please.