Boy Meets Gir-I mean, Boy.
"Classrooms are tiny." Grimmjow leaned back in his chair and nodded all-knowingly. Starrk sighed.
"Maybe if you had paid attention when Szayel told us a thing or two about The World of The Living, you would have known that." He turned completely in his seat to face The Sexta.
Grimmjow frowned and looked out the windows on the far side of the classroom.
He was over three thousand years old and he was spending his time in a classroom with sophomores. When he signed on for Aizen's takeover of the universe, this was not how he planned to spend his time; befriending and spying on teenage boys that could or could not possibly be of help to his cause in the war. He and The Sexta were simply there to observe the boy's powers as they grew and report their findings back to Las Noches. He put his head in his hands and blew air at the hairs covering his ears. It was hot in The World of The Living.
"Okay, class welcome back after spring break!" The class groaned. "What, three weeks wasn't enough for you? As you may know we have a couple of new students joining us."
Miss Fujioka pointed to the two gentleman in the center of the room.
"This is Grimmjow Jeagerjaques and Starrk Jeagerjaques."
The blue-haired man immediately leaned forward.
"You couldn't come up with a last name?!" He was whispering.
"Szayel called the school, not me." Starrk turned back around in his chair and ignored the looks of all the students. Grimmjow was basking in the attention, leaning in his chair, and chatting with the busty girl beside him.
"Are you…brothers?" Ms. Fujioka was interested in the young men joining her class. So was the rest of the room.
"Cousins, ma'am." Starrk flashed a toothy grin at the teacher.
"Ah, very well. Today we will begin with…" The Primera drowned out the sound of the teacher. He had no need to learn what she was teaching. As Ms. Fujioka turned toward the black board, Starrk swung around in his seat and pulled Grimmjow's chair with his foot.
"Shut up." The blue-haired man pouted and folded his arms.
Starrk scanned the room, remembering the description of their target. Orange-haired, 5'9'', brown eyes, ever-present scowl. He found him.
"Ichigo Kurosaki, thanks for making my life hell. Now, I have to be your friend and live with Grimmjow 'until further notice'." The Primera huffed and looked at the girl sitting behind Kurosaki and next to himself. "…Nevermind."
She had the longest lashes the man had ever seen, thick and shading glistening purple orbs. Her nose was pointed and petite and rested above full pink lips, those were only a couple shades darker than her skin. She was pale like a geisha and had thick black locks. She twisted a thin and manicured finger into her hair, and the beauty of the contrast between her hand and raven strands made Starrk's mouth fall open a bit. Her wrists were thin and twisted gracefully as she doodled in her notebook and scratched her neck. It was slender and tall and looked soft against the white of her uniform. Starrk's eyes wandered down the tiny gape in her top. She was skinny and about 5'11'' and coincidentally her chest was flat. He looked at her legs, they were so long and slender and…
He looked around at the other girls…who were all wearing skirts. He looked back at her neck and then did a double take. He had an Adam's apple.
The Primera huffed again. He decided to pay attention to the teacher.
"Can you tell us the answer Mister Kuchiki?" The pretty boy next to Starrk raised his head from his doodles.
"Polyphemos?" The Primera cringed. How could such a beautiful creature have such a horrifying voice?
"Yes, Byakuya. Do you know his other son?" Ms. Fujioka tilted her head and smiled eagerly as Starrk sunk in his seat and pouted.
"Triton, he was the mer-man." It was so deep, deep as Starrk's.
"Mhm. So when Odysseus…" Ms. Fujioka had grown boring a second time.
Starrk looked at the boy again, this Byakuya Kuchiki. He had continued doodling, unaffected by how the morning sun beat in through the windows. He looked about the classroom.
A group of (mostly) attractive young people, the class was. There was a rugged looking and tattooed redhead next to Byakuya and a short brunette in front of him. He was sitting behind a busty girl with orange hair who Starrk mentally noted to warn of Grimmjow. Next to her was a boy with dark blue hair and glasses. He looked so serious. The rest of the front was boys staring directly at either the busty girl or Byakuya. Behind Starrk was Grimmjow, not so stealthily checking out Ms. Fujioka, curvy girls, and stick thin model-types watching the two Espada's every move.
Starrk turned back to Byakuya. His hair had fallen on the side of his face farthest from The Primera and he was still doodling. The Primera stroked his goatee and fought the urge to nap.
"When's this period over?"
***
Starrk had signed up for a photography class simply because he wouldn't survive twenty four hours of Grimmjow.
"Starrk, do you need help finding Mr. Maki's room, too?" A short girl had walked up to him accompanied by two model-types, one blonde and the other taller than Starrk.
"Uhhh, yeah." He looked at the girl towering over him suspiciously...wait, too?
"We'll take you guys." The short girl chimed as her friends hoarded the man with the goatee towards the center of the hall and into a thin pale figure. It looked up at him. Byakuya.
"It's right this way." Brunette, busty.
"Room 408." Brunette, major under bite.
"Have you guys ever taken photography?" Black-haired, probably hasn't eaten in three days.
"No." Byakuya answered. They all looked at Starrk, who shook his head. The two men and dozen girls entered the photography studio.
"Will you sit next to me, Starrk?" The girl who spoke to him first.
"Non, avec moi, Starrk." The tall blonde smiled with her too pouty lips.
"Byakuya, can I be your partner?" Taller than Byakuya, busty.
The raven-haired man turned to Starrk. He looked minor distressed.
"For now, we'll just be partners, ladies. Wouldn't want to pick favorites just yet." The Primera ushered the pretty boy to a stool and sat next to him as a disappointed "awww" chimed through the room. The girls surrounded the duo, sitting in pairs and whispering.
Starrk put his backpack on the floor and sighed, leaning onto the high table.
"You're welcome, bro." Starrk smiled, face an everlasting expression of boredom.
The raven-haired man glanced sideways at the Primera, small grin creeping slowly into place. Satisfied with the tiny gesture of appreciation, the bearded man placed his head on the desk, softly closing his eyes.
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Whose that lady~?
Sexy Lady~?
You know, from the Swiffer Commercial and the bowling ball and..nevermind.