Hi:D

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.

Note: This story is AU, and some shall be told in First Person P.O.V.. Also, this idea belonged to ichiruki45 originally. I have their permission to try and write something decent, since their busy with other things right now. Thank you so much:) Sorry for tweaking it a bit.

Some might would expect someone like me to hang their head low, choosing to look to the ground their walking on instead of the glares of their peers surrounding them like a pack of wolves do a helpless rabbit, looking ready to leap at them and tear open their throats. But not me. I have my head looking straight ahead, accepting the fact that people seem to hate the fact that I breathe the same air as them, that blood runs through my veins and that I walk the same hall in the school as they do. And do it with a smile.

As you probably already figured out, I, Toshiro Hitsugaya, most certainly am not the most well liked person.

It's always been like this, the minute someone saw me, they hated me. Whether it's because of how I look, what with my seemingly gravity defying white-as-snow hair, my turquoise eyes, or what, but I seem to attract the feeling 'hate'. I just can't seem to get people to like me because of their personal opinions.

Now, doesn't this seem like problems like these would dampen my mood a bit? That I'd look at everyone with a glare? That I'd let no one 'in' and that I'd 'shut everyone out'? Well, I don't. I try to be nice to anyone I can. Why? Because sitting, and walking, and living like that has no point whatsoever. Just because I act cold to people, doesn't make them stop insulting me. Shutting out my emotions won't make me feel any better. It just makes me sadder, them madder, and no one wins.

So why bother?

Enough of that, though. Remember a little bit ago, when I said how I walk with my head held high? Well, that's what I'm doing now. Walking to my homeroom class, only really half taking in the glares in my direction, with that smile on my face that seems to piss people off.

Of course, there are some... comments, as I walk by.

"Look, it's the freak."

"Damn brat."

"Shithead little midget."

And of coarse, there's that one person who has to shout loudly, for everyone to hear him.

"Hey look! It's the asswipe of the school!" a familiar voice shouts.

A roar of laughter erupts from the students of Karakura High quickly following the rather rude words coming from the person's mouth.

I simply turn my head, already reaching the door to my class, and call back to the fellow classmate, "Good moring to you too, Renji-kun."

Renji Abarai, with his pineapple-shaped hair and trabal tatoos, glared angerly ay me, along with many others, and said, "Shut the fuck up, Asswipe."

"Your words wound me, Renji-kun," I said, putting my hand over where my heart is in a fake hurt manner. Hey, if he can insult me, I can be a little rude to him as well.

The action seemed to make Renji extremely mad. He looked like he was about ready to fight, as he most likly was. But before he could move to try to get to me, and before I could put my arms up to my face to potect it as I could, a friend of his, Ichigo Kurosaki, if I remembered right, put a hand on his shoulder. Renji stopped immediantly.

"Don't do it," he said, "You remember what the principal said? If you get into another fight, you're outta here. He ain't even worth it."

It was then the strawberry's turn to glare at me.

Renji scoffed and said to me, "Just wait after school, brat. I'm gonna kick your ass so hard-"

"-that I'll be in yesterday," I interuppted. I heard this so many times from the guy. He needs a new line. I continue from where I stopped, saying, "Yet, everytime you do that, I end up right back in tomorrow. Maybe you should change your phrase."

That nearly had him exploding, but the bell rung before anything could happen, so he settled with flipping me off.

I, being near the door already, was one of the firsts to enter, the only one not I'm not beating is the teacher, Shunsui Kyoraku, and his assistant, Nanao Ise. The next person, or, sould I say, gang, is Renji, Ichigo, and the others. Those others are Rukia Kuchiku, the richest girl in scholl, Uryru Ishida, one of the smartest and the best sewer, Orihime Inoue, the worst cook, and Sado Yasutora, the biggest for his age, and a few other others that I don't feel like naming right now. All I will say is that all of them had angry faces, pointing at, guess who? Yep, me.

"Alright students," Shunsui said, knocking me out of my thoughts, "today we're introducing a new student to out class. If you would introduce yourself please."

Then came from behind the teacher a girl with shiny chestnut brown hair tied in a bun, with bangs framing her heart-shaped face. She had doe eyes on that face, and a smile that forced people to like her due to its grace and beauty.

She also wasn't that tall. Maybe a few inches taller than me, yeah, sure, but still.

Her eys found me and I was stuck. She looked even more beautiful when she looked at someone.

Sigh. Might as well stop my thoughts now. She's out of my league, where ever the hell that's suppossed to be at.

I nodded to her and looked away. The reason why I did this was because of the look she had in her eyes. They had an unfamiliar appearance to me. They didn't have hatred, or anger, or spite, or anthing like that. They had... they had...

I don't know.

"Hello everyone," she said after our eye-contact was broken, "I am Momo Hinamori, and I'm glad to be joining this class with you all."

Her voice...it was like a bell. Not too loud, but not too soft... It sounded nice.

"Alright Miss Hinamori," this time it was Miss Ise talking, "Take any free seat you want."

Well, I wouldn't told her to pick any seat, seeing how there were only two anyway. One next to Rukia, and one next to me. I sat pretty far in the classroom, and in a corner, so that left the one on the right to be free. Take a guess at whether or not the guy in front of me likes his seat.

I put my head down, planning on sleeping as this Momo piced her seat. I was pretty tired, and my grades aren't in any kind of danger, so I think I can get awa with this. So, I crossed my arms under and over each other, then put my head in the middle of the little bundle. I closed my eyes, expecting the new girl to pick the seat next to Rukia...

...So imagine my surprise when I heard the chair to the desk next to me, instead.

Hey, at least I wasn't alone in this little 'surprise of the day' thing this peach was pulling off. Most everyone had a look kinda like mine.

"Hi," she said to me. She stuck her hand out and went on; "as you heard before, I'm Momo. What's your name?"

Man, wasn't she a shocker? In one day she had most of her classmates looking like someone slapped them then exploded like those cartoons do.

But I set aside my shock, put my smile back on, grabbed her hand and shook it, saying, "Hello, my name is Toshiro Hitsugaya."

~Momo~

Toshiro, huh?

Well, odd sounding name for an odd looking boy, I guess.

Well, first of all, let's go back a few minutes, where I introduced myself.

I was the new student, just coming from America to Japan due to a job both my mom and dad managed to grab. We didn't really have time for me to learn Japanese, so we looked for a place and a school that mostly spoke English. We then found this place, Karakura Town, and this school, Karakura High. And cue the introduction scene! I was standing behind this guy who had a pink coat-thing-a 'kimono', if I remember right-that was going to be my new teacher, and who was hiding me from my new classmates. Once he stepped out of the way, I took in the sight that was now given to me. I saw this guy with red hair in a spiky ponytail (which reminded me of a pineapple) and weird tatoos. I saw another with orange spiky hair and...well, that was it. Not much special there. Then there was some nerd looking guy with chin length blue-ish hair and glasses that he seemed to like to repeatidly push up, seeing how he did three times in my three seconds of looking at him. I stopped over the guys when I spotted an extremely creep looking guy with short silver hair and a grin that looked like it hurt it was so wide.

Now turning my attention to the girls, there were some that caught my eyes rather fast. There was a short looking one with black, shiny hair that had a big bang hanging in the middle of her face, and had really violet eyes. The another with large...assets, large brown eyes, and a kind look to her face. And then there was another girl with big...alright, I'll say it. Another girl with huge melons on her chest, and had long, wavy hair going down her back...at least I think so.

Looking over the rest of my soon-to-be classmates, I spotted one more guy that looked...well, like I said eariler, odd.

I mean, not to be mean or anything, but really! He just looked so different than most of the others! First of all, he looked twelve, though I know he has to be older. Second, there was his hair. Not that I have anything against it! Quite opposite, really, I think it looks nice. It looks like it would be soft, and it's so white! And his eyes! They're like a perfect mixture of green and blue, making a beautiful color like that of the ocean. I've nver seen anything lke it!

Wow, I'm getting pretty excited about ths guy, huh?

And then he looked at me.

What I saw was...well, not what I was expecting.

I'm not sure if I saw what I did. He looked too happy, and he smiled too brightly to to have-

"Alright, Miss, Hinamori," I nearly jumped out of my skin when Miss Ise spoke to me, "Take any seat you want."

Any seat I want? There were only two! I pushed that inthe back of my mind for now, instead looking over the options I have. The first was the desk nest to the violet eyed one. But...she was really close to the frony board. I like sitting in the back myself. And it just so happen my other option was that at the very back of the class.

Next to the kid with the white hair.

I knew my choice after seeing that desk.

I reajusted my bag, a peach colored...oversized purse, basically, and walked over to the empty desk in the back. I noticed along the way though, some people were giving pretty weird looks. Especially the girl which the other isolated desk belonged to. I gnored them though, and made it over to my destination. I pulled my chair back, winced at the over-dramatic loud noise it made as I did, and plopped my bottom in it. The white-haired boy sat up from his other-wse position to look at me weirdly too.

Why's everyone looking at me like that? I didn't do anything weird as far as I know.

Anyway, I put my hand toward my odd looking classmate and said, "Hi, as you heard before, I'm Momo. What's your name?"

The look of shock faded from his face and the smile was back on. He grabbed my hand in his, shook it (...I then hid the fact that I was glad he knew what a handshake was), and said, "Hello my name is Toshiro Hitsugaya."

I wonder though...

...if I had chose the first desk...

...if I haven't had let my curiousity over the white haired boy get to me...

...would I have gotten myself into the same situation that's coming in the future?

Here. My third attempt at a story. C'mon. PLEASE at least SHOW ME YOU'RE READING! It could even be spam for all I care...

Flames shall be ignored, mostly. I'm desperate. FLAMERS COME AT ME IF YOU WILL CUZ' THAT'S PROOF YOU'RE READING TOO!