The Bush Clover and The Strawberry

Chapter One: The New Incomer

Eyebrows were nearly knitted together and he had an irritable distaste lingering upon his tongue, his scowl remain permanently in display to rid of those ignorant fools who do not know whom Ichigo Kurosaki is and he was not the type of male to trifle with. A single hand supported the weight of his head, his bottom chin rested on his palm and his eyes peered out into oblivion. Staring in interest at the opening outdoors where the wind blew in serenity, a sigh, to inform those around him he was feeling quite bored. Yet, another image pop to his head to sheer away his torturous boredom. Vividly and clear. There was a scent of lilac fragrance awakening his senses, a pale sunshine gold of multiple strands that was nothing more than silk when caressing such magnificence, then her eyes… A beautiful blue orbs, unfortunately to his dismay he did not witness the youthful features, it was nothing more than a blur. An imagination. It must be it. The same image of a young woman supposedly his age did not exist. But continue to prod his mind in annoyance. Does she exist? He questions himself from time to time.

"Ichigo." There was a masculine voice reaching to him, he was gravely familiar with the voice; his eyelids snap open from spacing out in the middle of class lessons. Ichigo face the other, it was Chad. "What is it, Chad?"

The tall slender male outstretches his right limb after gaining the other orange haired males attention; index finger straighten as well he pointed directly to the doorway entrance for Ichigo. Curiosity spread through his nerves, Kurosaki's eyes follow the simple direction of the pointed finger, eyeing the doorway stood an anonymous petite figure. Behind him sat Tatsuki who he heard whispering inaudible words to Orihime that he couldn't make out. Kurosaki's eyes continue to blink, keen with desperation of whom the new incomer happen to be, yet he could not see her, due to the students blocking his view. Keigo that moronic idiot and ass clown was blushing after witnessing the new student. What, new student?

"Wow, we have a hottie in our classroom…" Keigo whispered to his friend Mizuiro who sat beside him on the left side, in return he only shrugged and dismiss the other like it wasn't a big fuss over. "C'mon! Ichigo will agree too! Right, Ichigo?"

"I didn't even see how she looks like how would I know? Idiot." Ichigo's last comment struck the brown haired males heart like a thousand piercing needles, sobbing as if someone had killed his pet turtle. Ichigo only grew irritated from the childish antics and ridiculous sobs. In till a soft angelic voice broke him into a state of quell. His brown eyes linger the outline of the skirt, then ascending his gaze to eye her youthful features, there something familiar about her. "Excuse me… Um…"

Ichigo realized he was staring a little too long, he quickly averted his eyes and face the window again. "What?"

"My name is Ino Yamanaka… Is the seat right there taken?" Ichigo shook his head it was an empty seat since Rukia had left for some important rubbish she had to do. The blonde female nod in appreciation and seated herself next to the male, she settles her school book on the surface of the desk and pen. Immediately she taken notes that was written on the board. Ichigo allow his eyes to linger and take in the features and appearance of the new student who sat beside him, her hair was a pale gold that was naturally tied in a waist length ponytail, the right side of her face was covered by her shoulder length bangs, her flesh a milky color. She looked oddly familiar.

The blonde felt an odd vibe sparking her nerves with sensitivity. Someone was watching her and she didn't enjoy the feeling, her pupiless eyes scan the entire room, there was some scowls and glares she received from the female students. Though it wasn't the feeling she sought out, in till her eyes fell upon the tall figure beside her, he looked really concentrated, she noted. He didn't realize she stared back and he quickly face the board blushing in embarrassment.

"Like what you see?" The blonde spoked looking back down at her work, she wrote in her note book, mischief played in her eyes, there was a hint of ecstatic amusement in her girlish tone. Ichigo snorted at her comment, he didn't reply. His eyes gaze out the window again, he didn't pay fully attention to the board and he didn't need too. His brain had already taken in the answer, all he had to do was study and pass. No biggie. The female's familiarity kept prodding his head with insisting aggravation. Her appearance, her figure and everything. And yet he didn't really know the full answer as to why she was familiar.

"Thinking too much like that will only cause brain damage or set your head on fire." She spoke again.

"Yeah, whatever." He finally responds to her. He sighs softly, it was almost home time.

Ichigo was on his way home, carrying his pack on his left shoulder, and the stroll was enjoyable. There was no sign of idiotic clowns or persisting lunatics to ruin his tranquility. Then footsteps linger in resonance. Tapping against the solid pavement with each given steps. Someone was tail gating him. He stops and turn on his heels to see who was it. It was her, the blonde female, why was she following him? She stood there in silence a soft gentle smile gracing her luxurious pale lips, she tilted her head in act of innocence.

"Why are you following me?" He waits for a response. "Shouldn't you go home?"

"Oh, I thought if you could show me around. Tatsuki and Orihime told me you could since they're busy this evening."

She flips her blonde ponytail behind her back, she looks around the city was huge and filled with life. Boisterous honks and zooming cars were a mixture to the cities sounds. She had the urge to explore, though Inoue told her it wasn't safe out during the evening or night. Ichigo inhale deeply and sigh, he continues to walk again without a second thought or consideration. "No. Ask someone else."

"I am asking you aren't I?" She skips merrily towards him and slowing her pace to match the males own. She rocks her slim figure side to side in rhythmic melody. Ichigo wasn't all in a mood for escorting and such. It seems she wouldn't leave in till he did what she asked for. "Fine… I'll take you but don't expect me to pay for your crap. I'm not really made out of money."

"Oh, is that how you think of me? Your first impressions to think I'm a gold digger? How rude." Her lower lip lowers, attempting her adorable pout and he rolled his eyes at her expression. Easy now Kurosaki. Just show this pretty lil' girl around and you can go home resting in peace. She was indeed someone new to his life. Was it a good feeling? He didn't know.

To Be Continued…

My first crossover fanfic.

I will continue when I am not busy. Thank you tell me what you think? Negative comments are not wanted. =]