The Karakura High Undercover

Disclaimer: I'm not Tite Kubo, so Bleach's not mine.

Summary: Karakura High, the most prestigious all-boys high school in Japan, was ready to start yet another new semester. But the third year students received an unsuspected transfer student from London. It was rumored that he was the heir to the Kuchiki family. But the school was filled with heirs, so what could possibly be wrong about that?

Chapter 1

"Do you really think this will work, sir?" a brown-haired man shifted uneasily in his seat, eyeing his employer sat across the table.

"Don't worry, it will. She will definitely fail and will have no choice but to obey me," the handsome man closed the folder after scribbling his signature.

"But sir, she is a hard-headed, strong-willed girl," the former man said again.

"Well, what else do you expect from a Kuchiki? I would've been very disappointed if she didn't put up a fight," a cunning smile grazed his almost-expressionless face.

"Then maybe you should just allow her to do whatever she wants to do."

"Ah, that will be less interesting then. Don't you think so, Aizen?" Byakuya tilted his head to his employee after sliding the folder across the table.

Aizen just shrug, sometimes he didn't understand what went on his employer head. True, the man was younger than himself. But Byakuya Kuchiki was the mastermind behind the merger of two giant corporations in Japan without raising any suspicion from their rivals and succeeded in avoiding penalties from Japan Anti-Monopoly Board. Sometimes Aizen suspected that Byakuya did what he did just for the thrill of it. He loved challenges.

And his sister was no different.

"If I may ask, sir…" Aizen started, raising his eyes carefully.

After he saw Byakuya's hand gesture suggesting him to continue, he said, "Would you rather seeing her fail or success?"

"Do you think I'm willing to take on a bet that I know I had a little chance of winning?" the younger man folded his hand on the table.

Aizen wanted to say yes, but decided against it.

"No, sir."

"Well, then I want her to fail."

"Of course sir."

"I couldn't afford to have the next heir of the Kuchiki pursuing her way in music, now could I?"
"Of course not, sir."

"And this is the easiest way to force her without her even realizing it."

"Then… should I contact Abarai, sir? He's studying there too."

Byakuya raised his fingers to his lips, "No. I don't think that's necessary. They've known each other for so long, if he knew about our plan, most likely that he would choose to help her. It will be more interesting of we kept him in the dark, and we'll see how he'd react when he see her there."

Aizen, realizing what his employer had in mind, smiled.

"Then we'll just have to sit and wait?"

"Yes, we'll just have to sit and wait."

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"Do you really have to do this…?" Rangiku Matsumoto whined while twirling a bra on her finger.

"Stop doing that!" the owner of said bra growled, snatching it from her friend's finger before shoving it to the bottom of her drawer, "And yes, I have to do this!"

"But Rukiiiiiaaaaaaa… School is never gonna be the same without you…" the blonde girl continued her rolling on the bed.

"Well, school is never gonna be the same without you too, Rangiku. But my life is never gonna be the same if I have to stop playing," Rukia forcefully closed her suitcase before sitting on top of it with a loud sigh.

"Oh, I know!" Rangiku sat upright on the bed, "Maybe I should go with you there!!"

Rukia rolled her eyes.

"We've done this before, Rangiku."

"I know, I know," Rangiku flopped back down to the bed with a soft thump.

"Now, how do I look?" Rukia stood and spread her arms.

Lazily, Rangiku sat back on the bed and observing her best friend.

Rukia was wearing a simple green hooded sweatshirt, a pair of loose black pants and white sneakers. Contrary with her actual age, she looked like a 14-year-old kid trying to look tough by wearing her brother's two-sizes-too-big clothes.

Nothing fitted her. And by knowing Rukia's fondness of light dresses, Rangiku knew how much effort her petite friend had put out.

"You look like… a boy," Rangiku sighed.

Rukia straightened her back and smile, "Good."

"Do you have to dress like that from now? Let's just be the ordinary Rangiku and Rukia for now, you can change once you got off the plane."

The smaller girl furrowed her eyebrows and crossed her arms.

"You know the school's representative will pick me up at the airport. And you obviously remember that I'd like to be unconscious throughout the flight. So yes, I have to dress like this from now on," she explained while picking up her backpack.

"Oh, I'm gonna miiisss you baby Ruki…" Rangiku leaped from the bed and crushed Rukia's head to her enormous chest causing the backpack landing back to the plush carpet.

"Ran… can't… breathe… help…" mumbled the suffocated girl from between maybe the largest cleavage ever recorded in history.

After giving Rukia's head one last squeeze, Rangiku abruptly let it go.

"You're very lucky you know!" Rangiku pouted.

"If by being almost suffocated to death by two unnaturally oversized breasts is considered lucky, then I'll pass," Rukia said after finally able to filled her lungs with proper oxygen.

"Hey, my breasts are perfectly natural and healthy, unlike you, you little… breast-less… diminutive girl," Rangiku reached over and placed her hands on Rukia's chest, "You don't even need a denim vest to cover non-existent breasts."

Rukia let out a small scream as she swatted her friend's hands away.

"What I mean by lucky is that you'll be surrounded by boys 24/7! I even heard that Karakura High's boys are famous for their good looks!" the busty girl almost drooled as she imagined. But a slap on the head brought her back to reality.

"I can't believe I deliberately befriended with a perverted girl like you for the last 10 years," Rukia shook her head, "And I'm not there to do boy-hunting."

"Good for you. Besides, if there is one who gives you a special attention, then be careful. He might be gay." Rangiku whispered the word while scanning the surrounding area, even though they were currently in Rukia's bedroom.

"Like I said," Rukia pushed Rangiku's face away from hers, "I'm not interested in boys! My focus is how to survive the next year without being caught," She balled her fist in a determined position.

Rangiku sighed before reaching for Rukia's backpack, "I'm gonna miss you, you know that right?"

"And I'm gonna miss you too, even with that perverted brain of yours," the smaller girl smiled.

"Okay, no more goodbyes or I'll start crying," Rangiku sniffed and wiped her nose, "I'll see you off at the airport with a smile."

The two then gathered Rukia's suitcase and backpacks before heading to the first floor.

"Aren't you gonna say goodbye to your brother?" Rangiku asked softly as they passed a huge oak double-door which led to Byakuya's study room.

Rukia stood quietly for a moment, glancing at the door, trying to decide. But then she turned her head to Rangiku and smiled, "I'll see him after my graduation."

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"Don't put the medicine on the bags."

"Have them on my pocket."

"Drink them the minute you get on the plane."

"I know."

"Did you bring any water?"

"I'll ask for it to the cabin attendants."

"Passport?"

"Right here."

"Turn off your phone."

"Don't bring any."

"Call me as soon as you land."

"I will."

"Don't eat too much spicy food."

"I know."

"Be careful of the blow fish…"

"Rangiku!"

"Huh?" Rangiku looked up from her inspection to meet her friend's violet eyes.

"I'm fine. Stop worrying too much. You're starting to sound like my mother," Rukia blushed as she realized that passers by must've thought that Rangiku was letting her younger brother off for the first time. Well, not that it wasn't entirely incorrect, though.

"You don't have a mother," Rangiku said matter-o-factly.

Rukia rolled her eyes for the nth time that day, "That's beside the point."

"It's just that you've never gone anywhere without me…" Rangiku sighed.

"I'm gonna be just fine, mom," Rukia teased her.

"So you're officially a boy from now on, eh?"

"And for the rest of the year, I hope."

Rangiku reached out her hand and ruffled Rukia's hair, "You're kinda cute, you know."

"I know, I know. Just don't fall in love with me. I need to focus on my study," Rukia put her serious mask and nod solemnly, earning a laugh from Rangiku.

"Just let me know if they harass you, and I'll be there in a heart beat."

"I will."

For a long minute, they stood in silent while grinning at each other until a call sounded from the speakers.

"That's me," Rukia announced.

"I'll see you again then."

"Yeah. I'll see you again," Rukia picked up her backpack.

"I'll visit you," said the blonde girl, effectively stopped Rukia's movements.

"Uh… you better not," she laughed nervously, refusing to imagine what chaos would ensue if Rangiku decided to execute her plan.

"Hey!" Rangiku pouted.

"Well, then. I'm off." Rukia rushed to the gate as fast as she could, not wanting to argue more on the subject even though she could still hear Rangiku's screaming from the background.

After she was sure Rangiku wasn't able to see her again, Rukia slowed her pace.

Can I really pull this off? She asked herself.

She reached to her chest. Feeling the cool and solid metal hanging from her neck with her fingers, her spirit boosted up once again and she mentally slapped herself.

"There's not backing down from now on, Rukia. You're a man now."

With the words she whispered to herself, she entered the plane which would take her to Tokyo, to Karakura High. Her house for the rest of her high school year.

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A/N: I promise myself not to post another story before I finish my first. But I can't help it. I got this idea after watching a hilarious Japanese Dorama. It has the same plot, but I don't think it'll be entirely the same though (any guesses which dorama was that?). I don't know if anyone else had written a fic with this idea. Please tell me if there is (or are) fic(s) with the same idea, and I won't continue. However, your thoughts on this fic are greatly appreciated. Oh, grammars, spelling, typos, please just ignore them. LOL. Nah, just kidding. Point them to me and I'll… do something about it (later). LOL. Thank you for reading.