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Chapter 1

"Hitsugaya Toushiro."

He introduced himself with a flat deadpan voice. His sharp teal eyes then stared at us as if he really couldn't be bothered. That slightly irked me since I disliked people who think they're above others. And it didn't help that his expression came out as if he would rather be somewhere else than here. Then why attend this subject then? I wanted to snap at him. His eyes were half-lidded and a part of me couldn't help but get curious at the unusual color. He was unusually short too and I had to stop my mind from comparing his height to Rukia's. Pale porcelain skin and white colored hair was sharply in contrast with his black long sleeved button up shirt and navy blue tight-fitting jeans. I didn't mean to look too closely but this boy just reminded me of glass dolls that should rather be kept somewhere safe instead of the messy environment that was college.

Thin and lean arms crossed over his chest as his gaze swept over the whole class calculatingly and I had the feeling that he was surveying each individual as I stopped a shudder from travelling down my spine in uneasiness. It reminded me of how Ishida used to be – already assessing every person he met, their strengths and weaknesses. As if everyone was his enemy.

Though I was also wondering why our stoic (not to mention stuck-up) Psychology professor, Kuchiki Byakuya, always wanted the new students to introduce themselves in front.

It wasn't also like me to antagonize someone (especially new classmates that might be potential friends) without knowing them but this day hadn't done me any good.

My father called me this morning and told me that he would be visiting later this afternoon. Not that I didn't love the guy but he always had ways to embarrass me – it happened before and I had no doubt about second times. Then I learned that my former roommate, Izuru Kira, had transferred to another University (without even telling me, the bastard). Being by myself didn't post any problems for me until I remembered that it was Kira who cooked our late dinners.

Which meant, I would either spent my evenings in the cafeteria now (their food tasted like plastic), eat at my friends' (which was just plain shameful of me), make my own (which spelled for disaster), get takeouts (it would eat at my allowance, not to mention expensive) or sleep it off (and wake up with stomach cramps in the morning).

It was at that particular moment that I realized just how much I should appreciate the shy blonde teen.

Then I had my Biology professor, Kurotsuchi Mayuri (a creepy dude who's obsessed with everything science-related), breathing down my neck since I had to redo the project that was supposed to be submitted last week. It wasn't my fault that Rukia had ruined it by accidentally (or so the midget said) dumping coffee on it.

If it was just that then I would just be grumpy, not moody. But Renji just had to make my life hell by recommending me to our History professor, Urahara Kisuke, for demonstrating a report regarding the Spanish-American war for our next topic four days later. I never did well in that subject because I never got along with our perverted instructor and I wasn't really good at giving presentations in front of others (which I'm still trying to fix by the way, just unsuccessfully). So far, I hadn't started anything yet. Feel my misery now?

It just so happens that this new student became the indirect point of my ire. And his current haughty attitude was only solidifying my opinions of him. When have I become such an ass nowadays?

"Well, he's cute, ain't he?" I heard one of the girls say and I almost snorted out loud.

"For a boy, he sure has a pretty face, right Asano-san?" My wide eyes snapped to Mizuiro who just smiled pleasantly at Keigo who dubiously nodded.

"You're not seriously talking about him that way…? Are you?" I asked with a little horror, not that I was against homosexuality, it was just different when my friends were talking about it. Especially about the person my brain decided to insult mentally. And I couldn't believe that I was even listening to them in the first place.

Kojima Mizuiro was known for being a notorious player in our University, not to mention that he went for both genders.

"There's nothing wrong with it." Mizuiro shrugged at me, his smile a tad wide. "You can't ignore someone that good-looking in front of you. Besides, I think Asano-san was eyeing the other new student, not Hitsugaya-san." He pointed out with curiosity and I couldn't help but follow his gaze.

Just like my classmate said, there was another new student aside from the white haired kid (Hey, he's more of a midget than Rukia. I idly wondered if he's really supposed to be here in college. He certainly looked like a student from elementary or maybe he's one of those geniuses). This time, it was a beautiful woman with long strawberry blonde locks, a very curvaceous and well-endowed figure, and coy silvery blue eyes that fluttered at the class every now and then flirtatiously. Our professor looked very disapproving of her behaviour from the faint frown on his face and I felt lucky to even catch the expression since Kuchiki Byakuya was one of the harder people to read. Not that I do that a lot now that I thought about it.

"Matsumoto Rangiku, please take care of me!" She winked audaciously and half of the guys were already swooning in their seats. Even the Toushiro kid looked mildly disgruntled at this.

Tsk, what a bunch of sissies.

It was quite obvious that the kid and the woman knew each other from the way they interacted. More on the kid's part since he didn't look like the type to let anybody comfortably close like the woman – who had a hand on his shoulder.

The woman was dressed in a low pink v-neck shirt that showed a great deal of cleavage with a silver necklace tucked between them and skinny jeans that fit her long legs. No wonder Keigo was drooling. Not that I was too, just not my type since I wasn't searching for good looks to like someone anyway.

What an odd pair they were (like looking between sun and moon, opposite I tell you) and I couldn't help but notice that Toushiro looked rather respectful towards our professor and it was returned in kind. Their eyes showed it and I was left a little dumbfounded since Kuchiki Byakuya rarely gave that kind of praise to anyone. Not even to his sister, Rukia.

"They're both interesting, Ichigo." Mizuiro stated as his eyes sparked, the same way it did when he was eyeing people he planned to go out with. "Just like my type even if Hitsugaya-san looks rather young." I frowned since that almost sounded like he was planning to commit assault to the poor kid.

"Hey, hey! Can't I get Matsumoto-san instead?" Keigo whined but his eyes never left the two still in front. What was taking them so long?

My eyes then turned to stare at the object of my current dislike (I haven't forgotten his arrogant vibes earlier) when I saw him gazing at Keigo quite distastefully, as if he heard what my friend had just told Mizuiro. I blinked rather slowly, nonplussed but confused. We were so far from within his earshot and that had just to be my imagination, right? That's just insane so I shook the incredulous (not to mention stupid) thought away.

"You talk as if you're a bunch of creeps." I told them bluntly with annoyance. "Not to mention perverts." I sighed to myself because I still hung out with them despite that perturbing knowledge.

That had to mean something right? Gods, I hoped I wouldn't turn into a pervert like them. That would be a nightmare.

"Are you saying that you don't like the view, Ichigo?" Mizuiro teased with a grin. I didn't like that look, never did. "You were staring at Hitsugaya-san quite intensely." He mocked as his smile widened considerably, almost gleefully that I felt a little bit self-conscious and maybe a little uncomfortable.

But I scowled as I fought the blush of embarrassment from breaking out. Though I could feel the heat creeping up my neck as I realized my actions hadn't gone unnoticed. I didn't even know that I was looking that hard! I mean, the guy just sent the wrong impression to me.

"I just don't like him." I uttered truthfully, no use in lying since they could twist my words if I did. That kid just looked spoiled to me and some part of me hated myself (did that make sense in the first place? I'm starting to sound like dad here) for being a critic. I had no right to judge him so casually when I had my faults too. I wished Tatsuki was here to knock some sense into me.

Mizuiro blinked and I discovered that even Keigo was giving me a look.

"What?" I snapped at them irately, they're looking at me as if I had gone ballistic. I was inwardly lamenting why I had to share this class with them.

"You're usually not one to judge people easily." Mizuiro shook his head with faint disappointment that had me bristling in my seat.

"Yeah? I wasn't the one who looked at people so lowly." I grunted under my breath and I had to be lying, his gaze just said that he'd rather be anywhere else than here. That had to mean the same. My mood must have been that bad for my harsh thoughts because the kid hadn't even said a single word to justify those criticisms.

I decided to look at them from the corner of my eyes and saw them taking their seats at the back. The strawberry blonde woman was skipping, waving every now and then to some guys (even Keigo who melted in his seat). While the white haired brat (I didn't really know what it was about him that rubbed me off the wrong way, something told me that it wasn't really about the cocky personality I perceived) just continued walking ahead of her with his arms still crossed, his strides bold and quick. The woman followed after him, chattering loudly even I could hear from my seat but the words eluded me.

Maybe Mizuiro was right, I was glaring too deeply that I noticed the golden bangle on the kid's left wrist with a round golden star-like chip at the middle. Suddenly, those two people stood out in my peripheral vision.

A chill went up my spine for some reason when I looked at the bangle so I averted my gaze.

That's when I felt someone's eyes on me and I looked up just to meet the frosty and hard pair of teal orbs. I could've sworn they'd flickered into an icy blue color (was that even possible?) but they glowered at me for a second before the head turned away sharply from me. What the hell was his problem?

I scowled, annoyed. I'm seriously pissed right now (my mood hadn't gone good even the slightest bit since this morning). It was said that 'first impressions last' and I would have to see that for myself.

Since my first impression of him was cold.

I knew my scowls were starting to scare off other people.

But I didn't care, simple as that. I was probably seething as I stalked my way to the cafeteria – that bastard Mayuri hadn't even taken a look at it but he handed me back my project without any second glance and told me to redo it again, twice the pages might I add. I really hated that man and the feeling was mutual so it was no wonder that he was trying to make my life a living hell in college. I swore if Rukia was drinking coffee again right now I'd go on a rampage.

This day wasn't going any better and I had to 'welcome' my father later. I just wished he'd brought my sisters with him but I already know that they had a field trip today. The old man must've been bored and decided to grace me with his presence. What a joy.

"Yo, Ichigo!" A voice called loudly as a hand clamped on my right shoulder.

"What do you want, Renji?" I growled lowly, I was so not in the mood for his stupid antics. My teeth grinded in annoyance as I looked at Renji with blazing eyes, not even bothered that it was rather rude of me.

The hand instantly left my shoulder.

"Whoa there man! Just take it easy! What's gotten into you?" My friend asked me with a little bit of nervousness and maybe also concern but that's just me. Renji was never one to act openly despite his rash attitude, something we both understand.

"Mayuri happened, being a bastard as usual. I ought to wring his neck… I've spent three sleepless nights for this thing!" I brought up the bunch of papers in my hand, waving it angrily in front of me. "And he tells me to do it again, twice." My scowl deepened if it was possible as I crumpled the papers viciously, my fist tightening further around it as I poured my anger out on it. The poor papers were suffering my wrath and I felt no remorse about it.

Renji chuckled and my eyes narrowed at him.

"That's some tough shit." He muttered as he smirked at me. That's when I suddenly remembered something.

"And you, don't think you're off the hook, pineapple." When he frowned, I glowered back which he recoiled. "I still have a presentation to do this Friday. If you don't get your ass up and help me, I swear, I'm going to tell Tatsuki that it was you who set her bag accidentally on fire two weeks ago." I blackmailed and threatened with my teeth bared, now the guy's paling and I knew why. Tatsuki wasn't a woman you would want to cross and even I avoided enraging her.

But I felt no guilt since it was his fault in the first place why I had to report for History.

"W-Wait, Ichigo, you're not serious are you!" He recoiled from me, his arms crossed in front of him as if blocking something evil from consuming him.

I stared at his wide eyes wryly as I scoffed before resuming my walk to the cafeteria where the rest of our friends were waiting for us. My words were final and Renji knew that nothing would change my mind especially with my foul mood. Mizuiro and Keigo had classes in English at this hour and I felt glad about it. They hadn't stopped talking about our new classmates in Psychology (the only class I shared with them, thank the gods) and it was making my annoyance flare dangerously. I swear if I heard another sappy comment about their desires for the white haired brat and blonde woman, I wouldn't be responsible for my actions.

Though what possessed for Keigo and Mizuiro to actually take courses in medicine as well, I would never know and I kind of regretted that I didn't discourage them. The others just liked the cafeteria in our building much better so they mostly hung out around me. Not that I didn't enjoy the company but they could be overwhelming sometimes. At least, I had people who would listen to my recent frustrations for the day. Though I would have to make sure that dad wouldn't be within ten meters of my friends. That's just asking for trouble I'd rather not face.

"Ichigo!" Renji yelled as he caught up to me. "Alright, I'll help. But you won't tell Tatsuki, right?" He asked urgently, his eyes darting everywhere as if he expected our brute friend to jump out of nowhere to inflict torture.

I ignored him as we entered the double doors of the cafeteria and were instantly assaulted by the loud chatters of every student. My scowl quietened some people into silence and I took no satisfaction in it since they didn't have anything to do with my problems. And that's when a little pang of guilt surged through when I remembered the white haired guy (but I still can't bring myself not to dislike him). I instantly spotted our friends and made to approach them.

"Yo," I greeted unenthusiastically as I plopped on the bench rather ungracefully and it wasn't really an uncommon trait to them.

Rukia was drinking from a juice-box and I couldn't help but feel relieved by it. I was serious when I said that I might go on a rampage if she was drinking coffee again – I still hadn't forgotten about Mayuri after all. If my biology grade didn't hang on his finger tips, I would gladly retaliate for his bastard-ish behaviour. Come to think of it, wasn't there a place in this stupid University where I could complain about it?

"What are you on about now, Kurosaki?" Ishida asked blankly, not even looking up from where he was writing on a notebook, no doubt another assignment.

"I'm starting to despise Biology because of some science-obsessed freak of a professor. I swear I'm this close to just hightailing it out of there and fail the subject." My eyebrow twitched as I clenched my fist. The crumpled papers now lay in a heap on top of our table but no one paid attention to it.

"No one likes Kurotsuchi-san so don't whine about it as if you're the only unfortunate soul to have the luck of being his student." Ishida retorted calmly, still not looking up. I had half a mind to snatch that notebook under his nose but I was not really in the mood to argue with him. He could be a very irritating asshole if provoked.

"Just shut your trap, Ishida." I sighed as I slumped forward.

"So, he's still mad about that?" Rukia questioned uncaringly as she tilted her head to my direction.

"Of course, he is, midget. It was your fault that I'm in this bind in the first place." I found myself growling at her but she knew that my rage wasn't entirely directed at her so she just rolled her eyes as if I was the one spouting out nonsense.

"Now, Ichigo, stop acting like a spoiled brat." She waved her hand in a dismissive manner as she stuffed her mouth with some potato chips she obviously bought from this place.

That statement made me still for a moment, remembering one of the few things I thought about the white haired guy. Now that just made me sound like a hypocrite when Rukia put it that way and I was really thankful that Mizuiro wasn't here, he'd be spreading the word otherwise and my pride would have taken a decisive beating. That's when I noticed that Inoue and Tatsuki hadn't arrived yet (Chad was just silent like usual beside Ishida). Renji was situated between Rukia and I, trying to get some of her chips for himself which earned him a well-aimed punch from the little midget. And I already knew Shuuhei was attending Kendo practice at this time.

As if just waiting for my mind to call upon them, the two girls came to our table – both grinning from ear to ear. I was about to greet them when I saw them pulling an extremely familiar woman I would rather not meet now. Her silvery blue eyes blinked at us for a moment before she smiled brightly, bounding to our table. She walked to my direction and I dreaded that she would approach me specifically. Instead she went past me and squealed loudly.

I winced and I looked behind me to see her seizing Rukia in a bear hug. Though from the way her boobs were smashing Rukia's face, I wondered if the midget was still breathing by this point so I couldn't do anything but look at them with fascination.

"Rukia-chan! I missed you!" The woman – Matsumoto Rangiku, if I remembered correctly – tightened her hold as she chirped her words cheerfully to the flailing Rukia.

"M-Matsumoto-san!" She choked out and I tried to scowl to prevent a smirk from breaking out. Rukia was rather violent and I wasn't going to test a fact such as that.

"Eh?" The woman pulled away abruptly, looking at Rukia confused and admonishing at the same time. I really should thank my lucky stars that Mizuiro and Keigo weren't here, it's going to be a disaster without me saying anything. "'Matsumoto-san'? I thought I told you to call me Rangiku-chan?" She pouted as her eyes enlarged dramatically. Geez, talk about childish… and I was expecting the white haired brat to be the one acting like it. Or maybe it had something to do with woman complex?

"What about me, Ran-chan?" I heard Renji whine beside me and I looked at them curiously. I knew they had friends outside of our circle but this was the first time I met one of them.

Silvery blue eyes shifted to Renji and the Rangiku woman was squealing again, much louder this time as she hooked an arm around Renji's neck and locked him in a headlock. She was grinning this time as she drove a fist playfully on the guy's head and I couldn't help the smirk that broke out this time. Even I could see Rukia mirroring my expression – and my earlier foul mood slowly being pushed away for a moment.

"It's good to see you too, Renji! Don't worry, I missed my drinking buddy too!" She cheered before she released him, chuckling as she did so. Though I had to raise an eyebrow, she just seriously called my redheaded friend drinking buddy.

Renji was also grinning from ear to ear as he scratched the back of his head.

"Well, we could go out drinking tonight?" He offered lightly and I looked around, that's when I noticed that all of my friends (including me) were watching the exchange silently and amusedly.

The woman clapped her hands delightedly as her eyes sparked joyfully.

Before she could agree though, Rukia literally stepped in and glared at Renji balefully. It had the desired effect since he was cowering backwards, bumping into me until I had to push him away. Then the midget looked at the woman with a… hopeful face as she gazed at the strawberry blonde curiously.

"If you're here, then that means that Toushiro's also here…" She never got to finish her question though as the woman's expression turned somber. So, I guessed they knew the white haired guy too.

"Yeah, he's here." The woman tried to smile but it didn't reach her eyes. "We were discharged from that 'trip' though." She emphasized the word trip with a meaningful glance and I could see Rukia and Renji's face go with shock.

"What the? You two are one of the best there is! What could possibly have the higher ups dismissing you?" Renji questioned incredulously and I looked at him with confusion, just what the hell were they talking about?

Not to mention 'higher ups'? They're not involved in gangs or anything, right? Renji, I wouldn't be surprised but Rukia? Just what would Byakuya say?

Rukia gave him a not-so-subtle kick to the shin that had Renji glaring at her. But the scowl on her face appeared to be insinuating something deeper because Renji paled, as if he had just said something that shouldn't be uttered. My raven haired friend then turned back to the strawberry blonde woman.

"And where is he?" Rukia instead asked, effectively stirring the subject away and I had to raise an eyebrow at their skittish attitudes.

"Yeah, where the hell is Toushiro anyway? You never leave his side!" Renji exclaimed with a grin, though for some reason, it was stretched too wide as if strained. What the hell?

"He retired for the day early… he really needed it." The woman answered quietly as her eyes dulled.

I wasn't the only one confused and so were Rukia and Renji but they looked perturbed by something – like some unspoken thing. I got tired with the tension suddenly in the air as I whacked Renji behind the head.

"Oi, not that I like ruining your reunion or anything, mind explaining?" I quipped to the redheaded guy who looked surprise at me, as if he had forgotten I was with them in the first place, an expression replicated by Rukia and the Rangiku woman.

"That's right! This is Matsumoto Rangiku-san!" Inoue joined in as she gestured to the now beaming strawberry blonde woman. "We met her in the library! She's taking courses in nursing and since she's new to the University, Tatsuki-chan and I decided to introduce her here!" The girl chirped and I had to remind myself that Inoue's too good for her own good. A bit too friendly too – and Tatsuki had to beat up some testosterone-driven males into oblivion since Inoue was too naïve to tell that they weren't interested in being 'friendly-friendly' but 'touchy-friendly' with her body.

"Yes, you'll show her around, right Ichigo?" A menacing voice ordered me as a hand found itself resting on my spiky hair, Tatsuki looming beside me with a threatening glare. Of course, I was the only one available since Rangiku-san and I were inhabiting the same building for our respective courses (Ishida was also the same but would never accept anyway). There's also the fact that Tatsuki would never entrust her to Keigo and Mizuiro – I sure as hell wouldn't too if the circumstances were reversed.

"A-Alright! Just get the hell away from me!" I cried out as I pushed her away from me, sweating a little since I could tell from her eyes what she would do to me if I didn't do as she says.

"Good, I expect nothing less from you." Tatsuki smirked at me as she moved back to Inoue's side.

"That's all Kurosaki is good for anyway." Ishida butted in with his own sardonic smirk but his eyes kept shifting to Rangiku-san (even to Rukia and Renji that had me reeling inwardly with perplexity, he never acted like that around the two, so what brought this change on?) uneasily, his shoulders tensed.

"Oh yeah? Why don't you come here and say that to my face, four-eyes?" I glowered at him irately as I raised a clenched fist to his direction.

"I have no need to respond to your childish tactics, Kurosaki." He replied dryly as he pushed up his glasses.

"The one with the glasses is Ishida Uryu." Tatsuki introduced as she gestured to the guy who frowned. "And the tall and quiet one is Yasutora Sado." She nodded to our Mexican friend who raised a hand in greeting to Rangiku-san. "And that idiot over there is Kurosaki Ichigo." She carelessly pointed a finger in my direction as I fumed at the insult.

"Oh! You're from our Psychology class, right? Ichigo-san?" Rangiku-san asked me coyly, one that made me nervous.

"Y-Yeah." I responded quietly, avoiding her face.

"Oh, too bad Tai – I mean, Toushiro-kun isn't here." The woman remarked disappointedly and I felt the guilt eat away at me again from earlier. The kid had done nothing wrong but I had categorized him wrongly without even knowing him. And I hated it when I was starting to sound like a sappy girl, like right now.

"Well, there's another two, Shuuhei not included since you already know him, both are perverts so I'm going to warn you to stay away from them." Tatsuki warned her seriously.

"They can't be that bad." The other waved off.

"They aren't!" Inoue cut in with a worried look. "Tatsuki-chan's just exaggerating!" She amended in their place, too good for her own good, I keep telling everyone.

"Uhm, I need to talk to Matsumoto-san for a minute." Rukia cut in as she took hold of the woman's arm, earning her interested looks from us. Though Rangiku-san's expression turned serious as she nodded. Waving at us as they trudged out of our sight, Rukia looked over her shoulder imploringly. "Renji!" She called sharply, her eyes narrowing at the guy who hastily stood up to follow them, sending an apologetic look to us as he did so.

Rukia and Renji were always with each other. It was rare to see the other without the other. Though it had been denied that they were dating, even though teased countless time, I knew that they weren't lying. There was something deeper in their connection, like it was required to be with each other. I couldn't understand it but they always avoided me when I asked about it.

I sighed as I looked at the crumpled papers in front of me.

"Just as good as it gets, I guess." I muttered to no one in particular.

On my way to the gate to see my father (who just called and told me to go get him) after lunch (and I had to make sure my friends wouldn't follow, the old goat might scar them for life), I saw the white haired guy from earlier. He was leaning beside a wall, hunched forward. As I slowly reached him though, I heard retching noises coming from him, not to mention dry-heaving. I swallowed as I hastily approached him, not too sure what I was supposed to do, and concerned since the wet coughs certainly didn't sound healthy.

"Hey, are you alright?" I asked blankly, masking any of my concern from breaking out.

Icy blue eyes looked up at me and I flinched. I knew they were teal in color, not blue (I was sure of it, I wasn't hallucinating). His face was several shades paler than I remembered and he scowled at me, glaring at me through hazy and narrowed eyes.

"Yes, now go away." He told me coldly and I mirrored his scowl. I was just trying to help. Then he hunched forward again as he vomited and my eyes moved to the floor just to see slimy fluids pooling near his feet but what had me panicking was its color. The color of blood and the metallic (although sour) stench was definitely blood.

"The hell it's alright, I'm bringing you to the clinic." I growled at him angrily, we have no time for this! Thank god that it was very near since it was located in this same building.

Before I could get a hold of his arm, he backed away. His menacing glower not scaring me off but I was disturbed nonetheless.

"I told you to go away!" The guy hissed at me angrily as the hand inclined to the wall clenched.

"Look, I can't just leave you while you're vomiting your insides–" I was planning to give him the same lecture I always got from my father when I was being too stubborn to get a check-up after a particular fight from some thugs when a hand landed on my shoulder and I jumped. Gods, I didn't even hear or notice her approach me! And when I was worried, my dad told me that I always became hyperaware of my surroundings so just how?

"Hi Ichigo-san!" It was that Rangiku woman again. "We'll take it from here." She simply answered my demanding stare.

"Toushiro!" A voice called out with worry and I stared at Rukia who instantly rushed to the white haired guy's side. Despite the blood dripping down his chin, he managed to smirk at my raven haired friend.

"Long time no see, Kuchiki, Abarai." He murmured hoarsely and I idly noticed Renji who was crouching in front of Toushiro.

"Yeah, long time, you're supposed to be resting and the first time we see you, you're puking your guts out." Renji grunted, annoyed but I could tell he was agitated and concerned as hell. "Ran-chan told us about… you know…" He gestured to the shaking white haired brat.

I scowled as I looked at Rangiku-san.

"Are you sure–"

She cut me off again as she smiled almost disarmingly.

"Yes, we'll take it from here." This time, it wasn't some kind of reassurance. It was blatant dismissal if I ever saw one. I wondered what the hell was going on but Renji and Rukia were busy fussing over the shaking kid.

So I just nodded but gave her a stare that told her they weren't off the hook which she just shrugged at.

I stared back at the boy who gazed back at me with cool teal eyes and my own brown ones widened. What the hell was happening? Was it even possible for someone to change their eye colors? With that disturbing thought, I hastily walked away from them. But not before hearing Rukia's soft and worried words…

"…it's happening again."

AN: This was requested by someone to be posted. I'm not still sure if it will be yaoi but others wanted it to be. A fic about Ichi / Hitsu. But not entirely based on Bleach (meaning the Gotei and Shinigami) but something different. Just tell me what you think so I know if I will post the next chapter or not. I have three additional in my pc. Just testing waters is all. Thanks for reading.