Okay, my fellow Bleach lovers, this is my newest creation. This is my first time not writing a sequel, so I hope it will turn out as I have planned- funny, light-hearted, but also a bit deeper than your usual humor. I'm still considering the age restriction, but I don't think I'll be throwing lemons your way... Unless there's a desperate need, then let me know and we'll make a deal (''_'').

Anyway, please enjoy the first chapter, and do not forget to review!

CHAPTER | 1

The first-day-of-school nerves were killing her. Since the moment she opened her eyes that morning, Rukia wanted nothing more than to plunge her face into her Chappy plushie and go back to her wonderful dream. But, to her disdain, her brother had already called out her name, and she knew the second time wouldn't be so gentle. So, with a heavy heart, Rukia dragged herself out of bed and managed to make herself presentable. She remembered saying goodbye to her brother- already hard at work since before she was even awake. She didn't exactly pity him, but she wished he would take some time for himself every now and again, maybe go on a date or something. But her trip from their house, a euphemism at its best, to the school was pretty much a blur of turned corners and stop signs. Well, most of it was blurry due to her running from her driver, but also because she was nervous. The last thing she wanted was for people to think she was stuck up, and a personal driver would put her right up there with the elite snobs at the private schools.

"Calm down, you're a Kuchiki now, you can do this," Rukia muttered under her breath as she adjusted her uniform for the hundredth time. Students skidded around her, chatting happily to their friends and significant others. She knew she was standing in the middle of the school's entrance, but for some reason her feet wouldn't budge. When someone knocked into her shoulder, sending her forward, she managed to get into a slow rhythm. She didn't see who had bumped her, but she had a sneaky feeling it was the red-head walking a few paces in front of her, gesturing wildly to a tall, short-haired girl at her side.

She managed to slip past them as they entered the building, and went to search for her allocated shoe locker. It took Rukia a while, but she managed to find it, and by then most of the student were already on their way to homeroom. At first she thought it was a good thing, but then realised she had no idea where the school's administration was. With pure luck she managed to find her way, also learning where quite a few other public areas in the school were.

"Good morning," Rukia said as she entered the room, pulling her shoulders back and lifting her head high- Byakuya would have been proud.
"Good morning, my dear," the elderly lady said as Rukia went to stand in front of her desk. "What can I do for you?"

"My name is Rukia Kuchiki, I'm a transfer student and it's my first day…" Rukia started to say, but the lady interjected.

"Say no more, I know all about you." She smiled as she handed Rukia a clipboard and a pen. "Just fill this out for me and we'll have you in class before the first period."

Rukia thanked the lady before sitting down on the couch across the room. There was a piece of paper clipped onto the plastic board, "Transfer Student" written in bold at the top. It was just a questionnaire for her general information and any queries she might have.

"See, nice and quick," the lady said as Rukia handed her the clipboard back after five minutes.

"Now, have a look over these, I'll quickly call for someone to escort you to your first class." Rukia nodded, accepting her package. Inside she found her class schedule, a rule book and a few pamphlets for the school's clubs.

"Can Uryu Ishida please report to administration," the lady asked into an intercom next to her desk. There was a blurred reply, but the lady seemed to be able to understand it. She motioned for Rukia to take a seat while she waited. It wasn't long before someone appeared in the doorway.

"Ah, Uryu, thank you for coming," the lady said, giving him a warm smile. Rukia got up from her seat, clutching her package to her chest.

"No problem," Uryu said before turning to face Rukia. "You much be Rukia, welcome to Karakura High," he said. He sounded pleasant enough, but Rukia didn't miss his calculating gaze; his blue eyes inspecting her every move. "Thank you," Rukia said, making sure that he wouldn't pick up the slight tremble in her voice. Sure, he intimidated her, but she was no stranger to intimidation.

Without another word, Uryu turned on his heal and stepped out of the room. Rukia waved at the reception lady before following him. Even though she needed to take two steps for every one he took, but at least she managed to fall into step with him.

"Homeroom is about to end, so I'm just going to take you straight to your first class," Uryu stated, not bothering to even glance at her, so Rukia didn't say anything. Their first class was science, which was probably why it wasn't in their homeroom class.

The bell rang as they stopped in front of their class, but they didn't go in until the other students started to arrive. Some of them threw curious glances in Rukia's direction, but didn't approach her. Uryu, clearly deciding his job was done, left her standing in the front as he sat down at his desk.

"Good morning, students, I hope you all had a nice holiday," the teacher said as he stepped into the room. He was a thin man, but the way he walked showed that it didn't mean he was to be messed with. "Mr. Uruhara is the name, and don't even think of calling me anything else."

It wasn't until he was about to sit down that Mr Uruhara noticed Rukia standing by the door.

"Attention please," Mr Uruhara called, but the class was too noisy. Instead of raising his voice, he simply pulled something red out of his jacket's pocket. A balloon, Rukia realised as he put the rubbery ends to his lips and started to blow. Next he grabbed a pin from his desk and, giving Rukia a sly grin, raised it to the balloon. Rukia managed to grip her package in a way that allowed her to cover her ears as the balloon exploded. All the student swivelled forward in their seats, looking for the origin of the sound.

"Attention. Please." Mr Uruhara repeated, and the class remained deadly silent. "Okay, I have some news!" he exclaimed, "We have a new student joining us. Mrs Kuchiki, please introduce yourself."

Rukia stepped forward, clutching the pleats of her skirt nervously with her free hand.

"Hello, it's nice to meet you, my name is Rukia Kuchiki, please take care of me," Rukia said, a phrase she has practice multiple times to herself in the mirror. "Thank you, please take a seat in any open spot, I'm going to be assigning different seats anyway," Mr Uruhara said once she was done. Rukia took a seat next to the window.

"Great, let's take attendance, shall we?" Mr Uruhara picked up his class list and started calling out names alphabetically, each time handing the student a piece of paper when they answered.

All except for one was in the class, and it was just as the students had taken their new seats that the door burst open, a panting boy standing there.
"Ah, Ichigo, how nice of you to join us," Mr Uruhara said; the two clearly knew each other.

"Yeah, yeah," the orange-haired boy, Ichigo, muttered, lifting his one hand behind his head and rolling his eyes. Without a word of apology, Ichigo crossed the room and took the last remaining seat, which happened to be in front of Rukia. Even though she hadn't even spoken to him, she knew one thing about Ichigo. He annoyed her. There was just something about his scowl that made her itch for a fight. But of course, her days of pointless bickering were over, she had more important things to worry about.

"Okay, let's start the class," Mr Uruhara said, not bothering to say anything else to Ichigo.

As the class started, Rukia realised the second problem she was going to have with Ichigo- his length. He was at least four heads taller than her when they sat, meaning that she couldn't see the board in front. She tried to lean to the sides, but it didn't help much. With a sigh, Rukia resigned herself to having an auditory class.

After the class, Rukia considered asking him if they could switch, but he was out the door before she could reach him. At least her next class would be fine… Or so Rukia though, but that wasn't the case.

Due to their homeroom being in decreasing alphabetical order, Rukia once again found herself sitting behind the orange giant. And, seeing as most of her classes were in that class, she knew she needed to get to him before he got settled.

By the time first break came around, Rukia had planned out her approach, but never got to it.

"Hi, Rukia, right?" a small voiced asked from the table to her right. It was the girl she suspected of bumping into her that morning.
"Oh, yes," Rukia said, pasting a smile on her face.

"It's nice to meet you, my name is Orihime," the girl announced, turning her body so that she completely faced Rukia. Rukia glanced in front of her, but Ichigo had already left.

"It's nice to meet you, too." Rukia turned her body as well, not wanting to seem rude. She knew she was going to need a friend, and Orihime seemed like a nice person.

"Making friends with the new girl?" someone asked as the they pulled a desk closer to Rukia and Orihime.

"Oh, Tatsuki, welcome! Is your homeroom nearby?" Orihime asked, putting her lunch down in front of her.

"Yeah, I'm just down the hall," Tatsuki replied before turning to Rukia.

"Tatsuki Arisawa," she said, putting an identity to the short-haired friend.

"Rukia Kuchiki."

"So, where are you from, Rukia Kuchiki?" Tatsuki asked, digging into her own lunch.

"I'm from Tokyo, but I moved here during the holiday," Rukia said, trying to keep as vague as possibly; she didn't feel like explaining her situation. "Oh, I've always wanted to live in the city," Orihime piped in, and for the first time, Rukia noticed what she eating. It looked like rice with random things thrown into it.

"If you're wondering what's in Orihime's lunch, don't bother, it'll only confuse you," Tatsuki said, noticing Rukia's fascination. "That's mean," Orihime said, pouting at her friend. Rukia couldn't help but smile, they were obviously extremely close.

"Don't' worry if you're cooking is strange, Hime, Ichigo will still love for the size of your heart. And if not that, at least the size of your boobs," Tatsuki said nonchalantly, taking Rukia by surprise. Luckily her response wasn't as visible as Orihime's, who was almost as red as her hair.

"Tatsuki!" she exclaimed, not sure what to cover; her face or her chest. Finally she settled for lying down on the table. Both Rukia and Tatsuki laughed.
"So, Ichigo?" Rukia asked, hoping they wouldn't think she was being rude by snooping.

Orihime looked like she was about to deny it, but instead gave in. "Yeah," she sighed, lifting her head from the wooden surface.

Swallowing her annoyance at the thought of him, Rukia said, "Wow, how long have you guys been dating?"

"Well, they would have been together for two years now, if Orihime had asked him out the day she realised she loved him," Tatsuki explained, Orihime once again letting out an exasperated groan.

"Unrequited then?"

"Pretty much."

"Speaking of Ichigo, where did he run off to? I though everyone had lunch in their homeroom?" Rukia asked, hoping that maybe she could confront him there.
"Oh, he, Uryu, and Chad have lunch up on the roof, always have," Tatsuki said, closing her bento box and stuffing it back into her bag.

Rukia was about to ask how she could get there, but realised it might seem a little strange. Also, the end of lunch was announced by the bell. Tatsuki said her goodbye and moved her seat back into its place.

It wasn't long before Rukia, once again, found herself staring at the back of Ichigo's orange head. She could almost feel his scowl through his skull.
The day ended before she could reach him, the only class remaining PE, and Rukia's last chance for confrontation.

"Rukia, do you work out?" Orihime asked as they were getting changed. Luckily one of the girl's weren't feeling well and allowed Rukia to borrow her clothes.

"Every now and then," Rukia said, quickly pulling the shirt over her flat stomach. She also couldn't help but notice how Orihime was struggling to get her own shirt of her chest. "Here," Rukia muttered, pulling on the sides of the shirt to get it down. She figured it was better to leave the front of the hem to Orihime.

"I wonder what today's class will be," Orihime said excitedly as they made their way to the school's gym. It was as they entered the enormous room that Rukia finally noticed her chance to speak to Ichigo.

As Orihime started talking to some of the girls from another class, Rukia slipped away.

Ichigo stood with his back to her, one arm pulling the other to stretch. Rukia tried her best to not stare at the muscles rippling across them as his shirt moved around.
"Excuse me," Rukia said, her throat suddenly going dry. Ichigo didn't seem to hear her.

"Excuse me." Her voice was a little louder, but Ichigo still didn't respond. Eyebrow twitching in irritation, Rukia cleared her throat.

"Excuse me, Ichigo!" she almost yelled, stopping him mid-stretch. Confused, Ichigo gave one look over his shoulder, but due to his height, there was no way that he would be able to see Rukia.

"Down here," Rukia muttered.

Cocking his head slightly, Ichigo's eyes met hers, a chill suddenly rolling down her spine.

"Oh, it's you, sorry, didn't see you all the way down there," Ichigo said, but the mischievous look in his eyes told that he wasn't really sorry.

"Ha-ha, very funny." Rukia tried to keep her emotions in check, but she hated it when people treated her like a little kid.

"So, midget, what can I do for you?" Ichigo asked, crossing his hands over his chest as he bent down to be the same length as she was.

Rukia's hands bawled into fists at her side, her head dipping down ever so slightly so that he couldn't see her eyes.

"Change seats with me," she said, her words coming out clipped.

"Sorry, can't hear you from up here," Ichigo said, bending further forward. "Please repeat that, midget."

As if a switch had been flipped, Rukia lost it. In one swift movement, Rukia grabbed Ichigo's shirt collar and yanked him a couple of inches closer.

"I said, stupid, change seats with me, so that I don't have to look at your orange head in every class," she said, her voice ice cold. Some of the nearby students stopped their conversation and focused their attention on them instead. It seemed to have a ripple effect, because soon Rukia and Ichigo was the main attraction.

Ichigo, seemingly annoyed by the attention he was being given, shrugged her hand off and said, "Yeah? Why should I?"

In her life, Rukia was never as glad to be interrupted as she was when the teacher walk in at that moment.

"Good afternoon, please gather around," the teacher's booming voice filled the hall. Rukia, reluctantly, turned and went to find Orihime. She didn't miss Ichigo whisper something about her height under his breath.

"Okay, since this is only an introduction class, we'll be doing some fun activities do end the day with," the coach said, but even he didn't sound overly enthusiastic about it.

The coach then proceeded to divide them into two groups, boys and girls mixed. To Rukia's utmost relief, Ichigo was in the opposing team. That also happens to be how the war began.

True, Ichigo was taller and stronger than she was, but Rukia was well acquainted with people his size. So, every single activity ended up being a fight between the two of them. After a while some of the students didn't even try to help either of them, they simply watched. Even the coach couldn't get them to stay away from each other.

"Okay, I was going to suggest one more activity, but clearly the results will be the same," the coach announced, his eyes settling on Rukia and Ichigo respectively.

"So, just have entertain yourselves the last fifteen minutes."

The coach had barely finished his sentence before Rukia marched up to Ichigo.

"Let's settle this," she said, her hands on her hips.

"Fine with me, what do you have in mind, shorty," Ichigo retorted.

"How about a fight?" Rukia asked, "If I win, you move."

"I'm not going to fight a girl, especially a little one like you," Ichigo mumbled.

"What if I promise you that it won't be a waste of time?" Rukia said, her voice tempting, but Ichigo still remained reluctant.

"Fine, then how about this, all you have to do is keep me from landing three punches?" When Ichigo didn't oppose, Rukia turned to the coach.

"Coach, do you mind being the ref for our fight?" she asked, putting on a cute smile.

"If it'll get you two to let other people enjoy PE as well, then I'll do anything," the coach muttered, taking a place at the edge of the circle the students started to form around Rukia and Ichigo.

Rukia didn't bother stretching, the entire class had been one long warm-up for her. Apparently Ichigo shared her sentiments, because for the first time in that class, he removed his tracksuit jacket.

"Okay, start."

The words still hung in the air as Rukia lunged forward, taking Ichigo by complete surprise. He raised his arms to deflect her punch, but at the last moment Rukia dropped, using her momentum to slide between his legs. In the time it took Ichigo to turn, Rukia had gotten up, her hand shooting out to stop inches away from his exposed throat.

"That's one," she whispered.

"You're trained," Ichigo said, stepping away from her. "Black belt, Jiu-jitsu," Rukia said, answering his unasked question.

"Then there's no reason for me to hold back," Ichigo said, a grin spreading across his face.

"I told you, didn't I?" They squared off once again, this time creating a tense atmosphere within the hall. Ichigo lunged first this time, but Rukia was ready for him. Lifting her hands, Rukia swat his outstretched arm off its mark and stepped it to hit his open side, but Ichigo turned himself, grabbing Rukia's wrist to pull her off balance. Turning her arm, Rukia yanked out of his grip and stepped away. Unfortunately, Ichigo was on her before she could react, and tripped her feet out from under her.

Rukia hit the ground, her arm shooting out to break her fall, the way her sensei had taught her.

Spinning, Rukia managed to bring Ichigo down as well, hoping his size would make it harder for him to grapple with her. She reached to grab something, anything she could manipulate. Ichigo kept managing to move just out of the way. Clearly, catching him wouldn't work, she's have to give him incentive to catch her. It was clear, if Ichigo had her pinned, there was no way she would win, or that's what it looked like to pretty much everyone.

Getting on her knees, Rukia struck out, allowing Ichigo to catch her wrists; first the one, than the other. And as if scripted, he pushed Rukia into the ground, pinning her hands above her head and keeping her legs apart, in case she kicked out.

Yes, their position wasn't exactly comfortable, even the crowd didn't know where to look, but it was what Rukia wanted. Wrapping her fingers around the wrist of the hand keeping it down, Rukia pulled her left leg in and shoved it into his hip. With a wicked smile, Rukia brought her right leg around, across his arms and hooked her knee around his neck. With a grunt she flung him to the right, her entire hand wrapping around his wrists as she was freed. Placing a foot between the floor and his back, and the floor and his head, Rukia pulled his arm taught across her hip. Ichigo tried to pull away, but by applying the slightest bit of pressure on his locked joint, pain shot down his arm. The moment he stopped, Rukia shot forward and punched the air above his head- the last two strikes.

"I win," Rukia said, the bell in the background matching her tone of finality.

To her surprise, Ichigo didn't huff at being beat by a girl; instead he stood up and extended a hand to her.

Not knowing how to react, Rukia accepted his invitation and let him lift her from the ground. They were still breathing hard, and neither spoke a word as the rest of their classmates bustled to go home.

Rukia was the first to leave, but not before she gave one last look over her shoulder as the doors loomed near. Ichigo followed her every move.

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