A/N: Hiyaaaa, I've been keeping this story in my head for like 3 weeks and I really wanted to write it.

Rating stays the same.

Title: Friends

Rating: Click back and read.

Summary: Click back and read.

Pairing(s): HitsuKarin is the main pairing, any side pairings will be mentioned in annotations.

Warnings: This story is really AU. I decided to make some people family and make some people marry.

Family: For some reason I started watching all the bleach episodes (except episode 1) and I loved the idea of Rangiku being Hitsugaya's sister. Rangiku is Hitsugaya's sister and Retsu will be their adoptive mom.

Their ages (Kids) will be around 15, meaning Ichigo and friends will be around 18 years.

"I don't own bleach." Talking

I honestly don't. Thinking/Flashback

"What would make you think I do ?" Stressed words

Alrighty then let's start!

This story is about Hitsugaya Toshirou, a young boy from Karakura town. He lives in a small, clean neighborhood called: Yumiwasa close to the high school he attended; Karakura high. The boy had a small family that existed of three people, his mother Retsu, his sister Rangiku and himself. Aside from him being a bit different from the rest, you couldn't say there was actually something wrong with him. He was a healthy, functioning young man in the prime of his youth. Everything was in place for him, he has a mother who loves him, a sister who loves him even more. And he goes to school where all is well, except for the fact that he has no friends.

Well, not exactly.

He has one friend, Hinamori Momo. She had black hair and big brown eyes. Even though he was short himself, she was shorter. And her personality was also very different from his, while she was a bubbly girl with a big heart and very kind personality, he was gloomy and cold most of the time. This was making the young girl an easy target for bullying and harassment. Since she's such a fragile and shy girl he took it on himself to look out for her when nobody else did.

And unlike him, she had friends. A big group, if she wasn't hanging out with him, she'd be hanging out with them. The group was mostly girls from her class and some girls from another class. And usually, they's stare him up and down, giggle a bit and shoot him dirty looks for some odd reason. He didn't know why exactly, because he didn't know who most of them were anyway. But he wasn't a bad kid, no he was not.

But why do they hate me? What did I ever do to them?

Is an important question he asks himself. He never got into fights, let alone fighting with them. He never started any fights, which made it all harder to dislike him. From what he understood he was just a bit distant, and he had a cold personality. But his personality or looks weren't the problem. . . were they? Maybe it's because he's different. But then again, he's not that different from the rest.

"Good morning everybody." their teacher, Kyoraku Nanao, greeted as arrived inside the classroom. The loud talking stopped immediately, because this teacher was a stern one. He looked around the classroom, no sign of Momo yet. He started at the big poster on the door, it would fly open within seconds, he knew it would. Momo was always late the first class, so the teacher made it a habit to give her five minutes extra time to arrive, and as predicted she would come exactly fourteen seconds after the bell rang.

As soon as the young girl rushed in, muttering 'gomen' as excuse. She saw everybody was already seated, blushed with embarrassment -and the cold- and apologized to their teacher once more. After she got permissions to take a seat from their teacher, she took place next to Toshirou as usual. She greeted him with a soft smile, "Hey, how's it going?" she breathed out. She slid her black jacket off, placed her books on her table and turned her complete attention to him.

"I'm fine." was his simple reply. Nanao whipped out a stack of papers, the soft whispering could be heard in class. She coughed to get the attention, it seemed to do the trick. the dark-haired teacher adjusted her glassed "Before I start, I would like to tell you there's a new student in-" Before she even got to finish her sentence, sounds of curios speculations erupted in the classroom. It looked like nobody was paying any attention anymore, which was very inconvenient.

So Nanao coughed to get the attention once more, again earning the attention, "I would like to introduce you to your new classmate, Kurosaki Karin."

At the sound of her name, the girl walked into the classroom, all eyes on her. Judging her, very move she made. Toshirou couldn't help but notice she looked different, if not slightly, but different. While other girls wore their uniforms skin-tight, her uniform was loose. Her grey blouse was opened slightly, showing the white t-shirt underneath it. Her skirt was normal though, not that she could change much about it. And she had a white legging underneath it, which was only logical. . . Since it was winter. The blue back-pack she carried completed her picture, a normal student, but slightly different.

With a hand on her hip and a confident smile on face, she introduced herself, "My name is Karin, I just moved here with my family from Mashiba to attend high school here. I live here with my parents, my twin-sister and my older brother. I like soccer, baseball and all kinds of fighting-sports," she felt pretty uncomfortable with all those eyes scanning her, "And I dislike prissy or fragile things. . . Well that's about it." she smiled nervously.

"There's an empty seat behind Hitsugaya and Hinamori, you can sit right there." their teacher pointed to the couple sitting in the middle row. Lucky for her it weren't those girl at the back, that would've been horrible.

"Great." she smiled in relieve.

Nanao pulled out a paper and a blue pen, writing and looking around, "Everybody is here, so we can start class." She stood up from her seat, took a piece of chalk and started to write on the big blackboard hanging behind her desk.

"Everybody please take your textbooks and go to page fifteen," she drew a huge character on the board, "we're studying Katakana today."

It was so uncomfortable, being the new student and all. She could feel the curios eyes scanning her, if looks could kill. . . It wasn't a great impression, only making it way worse then it was supposed to be. Her brother had told her that being the new kid wasn't that bad if you just smile. Well smiling she did, and did it help? No, obviously the new class wanted nothing to do with her. There were a few boys however that kept looking at her kindly, not really boosting her confidence but enough to feel a bit better about herself.

I hate it here, I've been here for what? Nine days? And I'm pissed off already. I wanna leave already. I wonder what- The loud ringing of the bell broke her concentration. She shoved her books in her bag as fast as she could, the classroom was already 'leaking' so to speak. Not knowing the time-table or having something like it within reach, she didn't what she was supposed to do now. But the boy with the white hair whom was seated before her was still there, packing his things quietly.

So asking him was the only option; "Hey, dude." He didn't response, obviously. She followed him onto the busy halls of the school. She recalled the teacher saying his name earlier but she didn't remember his name. She tapped his shoulder. He turned to her, "I'm sorry I can't remember your name."

"Hitsugaya, Toshirou Hitsugaya." he said simply, his voice was pretty deep for someone as short as him. The dark-headed student nodded, noting herself to remeber his name. Not that any was easy name to remember, since she was horrible with names -like everyone else in her family-. "Right, Hitsugaya-san." she started with a nervous smile, though she was avoiding looking him in the eyes. . . she couldn't help it. Those cold eyes were penetrating her. He was simply looking at her, but it felt like a icy glare to her. This was even worse then just having the whole class stare at her. She shook it off; "What's next on the time-table?"

"We have PE-class now. I suppose you don't know where, you can ask Hinamori."

She frowned at the suggestion, "Why can't you tell me?" that would be a lot easier, since they were practically the only ones there. And he would know, he was in that class for only two years longer then she was.

"She's going right now, I have to go to my locker first." he explained. The young Kurosaki rubbed her arm, "Oh well, see you later?"

"Sure." he replied, leaving her alone in the busy halls. She furrowed he brows, not only because he didn't tell her where Hinamori was, but because he just up and walked away from her. Why? She didn't know. She found him way to gloomy for his age, and that was her judgement after one brief conversation. I'd hate to see what he's really like. She sighed as she left for class, "Let's find Hinamori."

A/N: Chapter One Re-Written.