DISCLAIMER: As what everybody else had disclaimed; I do not own Bleach or any of their characters. I do not own Snow White and I do not own a black Maybach 62 (now wouldn't I wish) or all the cars stated here.


- Chapter One: A New Beginning -


Tall verdant trees surround the Karakura campus, the white building in the middle stood so splendid and to the entrance lay a path decorated with benches and a beautiful small fountain, spouting water that glitters with the sun rays. There were uniformed student everywhere chatting away – sharing stories and catching up on lost time. A white Honda Civic Type-R took its place at the parking lot. The driver then climbed out of the car and walked his way up. The driver, a handsome eighteen-year-old boy, then stopped and stood at the beginning of the walkway. He had just-got-out-of-bed orange hair and the most dazzling auburn eyes anyone has ever seen. A white collared-shirt with covered his body; his button barely covering his really well toned chest. He pulled his sleeves up to his elbows – and was wearing black pants that compliments well to his figure.

Unfortunately, he won't win an award on friendliest face on campus. Slouching with both his hands in his pockets, he sighed.

"First day of uni…" he said to no-one in particular as he eyed the university grounds - searching for those familiar faces and those warm smiles. It has really been quite a while since he had seen his friends. After all, the holidays are over and a new story dawns to begin.

"Good morning! Ichigo Kurosaki!" sang a girl's voice from behind and before he could turn around and see his greeter, he could feel arms wrapping around him. He grinned. He knew who it was.

Orhime, he thought. Orihime Inoue.

"There you are", he said while hugging back a voluptuous girl with long lustrous orange/brown hair with bangs that stops just above her eyes. She still dons those blue hairpins. He never was really good with color. Her eyes shone, sometimes brown, sometimes grey. In such a short while, she's grown. She's actually quite pretty. He thought while he eyed her. Why have I never seen her that way before?

"Hmph. Good morning to you too Ichigo", a girl standing next to Inoue Orihime frowned.

"Oh. Arisawa. Didn't see you," smirked Ichigo. And before he knew it, a book landed smacked down on the top of this head. "Ouch! I was kidding. Just kidding!"

Arisawa Tatsuki, a tomboy-ish girl with really short, dark, feminine-spiky hair. She hasn't change much in appearance, he noticed.

"So, have you seen the others yet?" Ichigo asked after giving Tatsuki a swift hug. "Chado? Ishida? Any of them yet?"

"Well, speaking of the devils…" grinned Arisawa.

"Good morning! Chado-san! Ishida-kun!" waved Orihime.

"Good morning!", greeted Sado (Chado) Yasutora and Uryu Ishida simultaneously as they came nearer. Ichigo could see that Ishida, the pale lanky boy, has changed. Something is missing, he thought. Oh he's wearing contact lenses now huh. As for Chado, he's still the dark tall (like really tall) guy he became friends with earlier. Chado's wavy mahogany locks are shorter now though and so is Ishida's ash black hair.

"So many new faces huh," pointed out Ishida.

Ichigo took a deep breath and looked around. He saw a guy sitting on one of the benches reading something. He's about his age with really red hair. Long red hair to be exact, in which he pulled it up and formed a pony-tail like kind of style. He even have tattoos running down his really arm, thought Ichigo. "Yeah."

As the five of them stand and start exchanging stories about their vacation, a black Maybach 62 with black tinted windows came to a halt in the parking lot. The five of them just could help but stop and stare.

"Oh man!" scowled Arisawa. "Don't tell me we're going to have a stuck-up-no-good-rich-kid for a classmate. I hope I don't get the same classes as them. Just couldn't stand them!"

The rest just continued to stare at the car - waiting to see who would actually come down from it.

A few seconds later - Chado broke the silence, "We have to go."

Ichigo and Uryu looked at their timepiece to see the time. They really need to be getting on if they want to be on time for the introductory orientation. The first day is always the busiest day of a new semester. With that, the five of them entered the huge building in front of them - as did the red-haired guy and other students as well.

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Inside the black Maybach 62, a beautiful seventeen-year-old girl sat up as straight as she could possibly sit. She was wearing the typical uniform. A black pleated skirt that stops just about five inches above the knee and a white blouse that displayed just enough skin to tease. The one she was wearing was almost see-through. Almost. And her legs were displayed cross-legged. Her shoulder length hair is as black as ebony, and her skin as white as snow. Her lips aren't as red as blood though. She wore her lips nude. Nude enough to entice. Her amethyst eyes were large but deep.

Beside her was a fine-looking young man with matching black hair. His suit was crisp. It is expensive, you could tell. He's shoes shined. The way he was sitting was proper, like a gentleman. He was talking to the girl next to him – but she was looking away, looking outside the window. She saw the five figures stare in her direction. They think I don't see them?! She began hating this already. Argh! She screamed silently. The man was still talking and he finally stopped just as Ichigo and his friends started to walk away.

"Are you even listening – Rukia?" asked the brother with a tone so stern yet so gentle.

Rukia nodded and looked at him, "Yes – big brother, Byakuya."

"Good. Off you go then." He smiled ever so gently.

Rukia faked a smile, grabbed her bag and went down from the car. She gave a little wave then the car went off. With her eyes concentrated on the path, she walked her way through what seems to be the beginning of a new chapter in her life.


Author's Note: Do I really have to have this? Nyeh. I would like to thank CarrieTheNinja for the inspiration; my racer for thinking I'm weird and backing me up all the way (not). I suck at coming up with good titles. By the way, Honda Civic here is 03-04 version. Heehee. Just so you lot can imagine. Hee.