Karakura Town wasn't so large. Compared to places such as Tokyo it was in fact, puny. So when it happens that two people meet each other as strangers, it's a bit rare.
Hitori walked into the High School with a smirk on her face. She had just moved to Karakura last week all on her own. She had last lived in Nagasaki, but she moved to Karakura after some events at her last High School. After the events she had liquidized all of her belongings except those that she had an attachment to or knew she would use it later so she kept things like her notebook, her backpack, a sketch pad, clothes, and her wallet with all of its contents. She was also an emancipated minor, meaning that she was able to live by herself without parental supervision.
Hitori stretched her legs out as she walked and slung her backpack back onto her other shoulder as she walked into the classroom her papers had directed her to. She immediately regretted it as all the eyes in the classroom seemed to zoom into her. A cold bead of sweat rolled down the back of her head as she turned her attention to the teacher who was looking at her oddly. Probably due to her chosen hairstyle.
Hitori's hair was styled in a very peculiar way. She had a mohawk on the top of her head, only about 3 inches high, along the sides of her head were cornrow braids that all met in the middle of the back of her head, right behind the mohawk, in a ponytail that cascaded down her back to her upper shoulders. Not only was the style odd, but her coloring was like that of a peacock. It had a dark brown base with green, purple and blue in blending highlights through all of her hair.
She couldn't stop the roll of her eyes as she walked forward and handed a slip of paper to the teacher. As the teacher read over the paper she nodded. Hitori put her attention to messing with the hem of her uniform's skirt while she waited for a response.
The teacher looked up at her with what looked to be a forced smile, "Welcome to my class, Kyuuen Hitori. You can call me Ochi-sensei." She then turned her attention to the class, "Kids, this is our new student from Nagasaki. She just moved here so be nice." She then turned back to Hitori, "Why don't you introduce yourself?"
Hitori looked at her new classmates and raised a pierced eyebrow. "Hello, my name is Kyuuen Hitori. I enjoy reading, sketching, and watching the stars..." She paused and tried to think of something else to say, "I'm also highly proficient in medical arts, mathematics, and physical education." She finished with a small bow and the teacher pointed to a seat near to the windowed wall of the classroom.
As Hitori walked over to her seat she could feel the gazes of most, if not all the students. She sat down and put her messenger bag down near her feet. The teacher glanced at the class, watching them all whisper and point at Hitori before sighing.
"Since I know I'm not going to get anything through to you guys today, why don't we take a day off?" At this all the students cheered except Hitori, "You can all do what you want, but at PE, you better all attend." With that she whipped out a brand new manga to read and put her feet up on her desk.
Hitori was confused beyond anything. How could a teacher call themselves a teacher if they let their students slack off? Still confused about this, she didn't notice the approaching students until it was too late.
"Kyuuen-san!" One girl called out from directly in front of her. Startled, Hitori tensed up before looking up at the face of a girl that was very close to her own. The girl had short reddish hair that was trimmed short. Her eyes were framed by large slim framed glasses that suited her well.
"Kyuuen-san, what lovely hair you have!" She spoke again, reaching forward to touch Hitori's mohawk. Hitori frowned and was about to slap her hand away when another person caught it. Hitori looked up to find another girl standing right next to her. She was tall and had purple hair and an air of authority around her.
"Chizuru-perv, you shouldn't make any moves on the new girl yet. You haven't even met her." The tough girl looked at Hitori, "My name is Arisawa Tatsuki. This gay perv," she said and pointed with her thumb at the now pouting Chizuru, "is Honsho Chizuru. The one over on his own is Uryu Ishida," she pointed over to a lone kid with black hair and square framed glasses, "That's Kunieda Ryo," She pointed to a tall, long legged, black haired girl, "Next to her is Ogawa Michiru." There was a short rather cute girl next to the tall one.
"And my name's Inoue Orihime! This is Yasutora Chad," she gestured at a tall, tan, black-wavy haired guy who seemed like a giant. "And this is Kuchiki Rukia!" She presented a short black haired girl with wide purple eyes who was smiling kindly.
Then there was a silence as they all looked over at an orange haired kid. He seemed reluctant to even be in their little crowd. Orihime nudged him and he sighed.
"Eh. My name's Kurosaki Ichigo." He said bluntly.
"And I am the mighty Asano Keigo!" One boy who had fair hair cried out, striking a pose with a fist in the air. He then put it over his chest and bowed to Hitori, "But you, my lovely, may call me Keigo-kun!"
"And I'm Kojima Mizuiro!" A rather cute looking boy said from Keigo's side.
Hitori sweat dropped at all of them. She glanced at all of them before pointing at Keigo, "You're a suck up." She said with a straight face.
"WHAAAA?" Keigo screamed and jumped back from her. He then proceeded to curl up into a ball and cry. Mizuiro went to go and comfort him.
The girls immediately started warming up to the quiet little Hitori, while Ichigo laughed outright at Keigo.
"So, Kyuuen-san, what's it like in Nagasaki?" Orihime asked.
Hitori was glad for a normal question. "It was nice, the weather was perfect and I lived right on the coast line. I always went swimming and there was always something amusing. But it doesn't beat this one arcade I went to when I lived in Kyoto." Hitori bit her lip. She hadn't meant to mention that.
"You lived in Kyoto too?" Chizuru exclaimed. "Where else have you lived?"
"Well..." Hitori trailed off. Eventually she named off six different cities, all of which were nowhere close to each other.
"Wow. You sure move around a bunch, Kyuuen-san!" Orihime said with a shocked expression.
"Do your parents move around a lot because of their jobs?" Ichigo asked.
Hitori fell silent. She shifted her gaze to the window, away from all their curious glances, "My parents...aren't exactly around."
Noticing the sensitive subject they dropped it and switched to another one. Hitori never really got into the conversations, instead she chose to just listen to them chat to one another. Eventually lunch time rolled around and they all split into their different cliques.
Hitori was used to not belonging to one so she grabbed her store bought bento and began to walk up to the roof. As she neared the roof she could hear voices talking to each other.