Okay so here's a new fic! :D Hope you enjoy, it's about one of my favorite couples, Hisagi and Michiru. They were in my last story and I have a feeling that not many people know who Michiru is. She's a student at Ichigo's school. She's the one who asked Rukia if she liked Ichigo early in the series at lunch. Hope that clarifies and I hope you all enjoy! :) So here it is.
Michiru's POV
Rushing down the hall, I pulled my books closer to me hoping they wouldn't fall. If I didn't get to class soon I'd be late, again. I walked as fast as possible without getting yelled at by teachers monitoring the halls. As I turned a corner I tugged on my white dress shirt, pulling it down into place. I had gotten dressed in three minutes this morning after waking up an hour late and my hair was messily pinned back out of my face on my way to the school. While focusing on my shirt I didn't realize that I was power walking down the left side of the hall and as I fiddled with my skirt I walked right into someone.
The impact caused me to fall back on my butt. My books spilled every where and papers scattered along the hall. I didn't even look up at the person as I apologized, rushing again to beat the bell. Unfortunately as soon as I began picking up my things the bells loud ring blasted through the school. Angrily I slammed my book down and fell back on the floor. Laying on my back in the middle of the hallway, I covered my face with my hands and groaned annoyed at the situation. My books were still laying all over and I realized that the person I had bumped into hadn't left.
"Are you okay?" The person laughed at my actions and when I pulled my hands away from my eyes I saw him leaning over me with a smile on his face. I felt slightly embarrassed that I'd let my anger get the better of me and sat up.
"Yes, thanks. I'm just late, again." Sighing, I began picking my books and papers off the floor again. Again I realized that the guy hadn't walked away. Before I could say anything about it, he bent down and started helping me. "Oh, thank you, but you don't have to be late with me." I took some papers from his hands and continued collecting everything.
"I already am." He chuckled at my comment and picked up more papers. I felt my eyebrows knit together and I looked up at him for the first time.
"I'm really sorry." He just smiled and shook his head, obviously not caring about being late to class. My gaze shifted back to my hands as I grabbed the last few papers. He's cute. My thoughts were interupted when this...person spoke to me.
"Hey, what's your name? You look sort of familiar." He continued to grin at me and grabbed my school bag off the ground, it had also fallen out of my arms during the collision. He handed it to me and I thanked him for his help.
"I'm Ogawa Michiru." I slightly bowed after realizing that he was an upperclassmen.
"Hey Michiru, I'm Hisagi. Shuuhei Hisagi." His hand slipped out in front of him and I quickly shook his hand after balancing my books in one arm. "So what grade are you in anyway?" At first I hesitated but answered, informing him that I was a sophomore. "Oh, I swear I thought I had a class with you before. Do you get detention a lot?" I couldn't help but laugh.
"Uh, no. Look, I'd love to stay and talk but I really have to get to class. It was really nice to meet you, Shuuhei-kun." Again I bowed and started towards my class, dreading my fate.
"Okay, bye." He grabbed my arm, stopping me. "But cut the 'kun' crap. Feel free to call me Hisagi." He grinned again and let go of my arm. "I guess I will see you in detention." I gave him a confused look and he laughed quietly under his breath. "We're fifteen minutes late to first period."
I groaned again and we finally departed. Practically running to class, I made it there in no time but of course my sensei glared me down as I took my seat. Dispersing my bag on the floor, I felt my arms relax. I was finally situated when I saw a small piece of bright red paper sitting on my desk starring up at me and I felt a smile tug at my lips. Sure enough, I had detention.
Hisagi's POV
The day sailed by smoothly like any other day and when I had reached my first class I was greeted with a detention slip, like usual. I slept throughout that class and when the bell rang for passing period, I shot up to leave. Before I could pass the sensei's desk, she stopped me and boy did she look angry. She began yelling and lecturing me as I stretched and yawned, not really awake from my nap.
"Are you listening to me!" Her voice was giving me a headache but I nodded and tried to look aware.
"Yeah of course I am." With that she continued.
"Don't you care about your grades?" Obviously I didn't but I wouldn't tell her that, like she'd give me the chance. Again she began ranting.
"Look, you're going to be a senior in a few months Shuuhei and you need these credits to graduate. You can't just sleep through this class or any other class! Don't you want to pass?" Her voice took on a concerned note, letting me know that she had a soft spot for me.
"Of course I do, I'm just tired. Look, I'm going to be late to my next hour if I don't go but thanks for worrying about me, it means a lot." I plastered on a smile and layed on my charm. Anything to get out of here.
"...Alright. Go ahead but you better not make a habit of it okay?" Nodding I took a step towards the door and told her goodbye.
The day continued and before I knew it, my last class ended. Usually I would have gotten out of the school as soon as possible but because of my detention I slugged along slowly. Normally the thought of detention would have dragged down my mood but that Michiru girl was going to be there. A smile found its way to my lips as I walked the all to familiar route to detention.
I didn't care enough to stop at my locker and when I stepped into the assigned classroom I was one of the first ones. I handed my slip over to the sensei and glanced around the room trying to scope out Michiru. Luckily she was one of the few there and when I walked up to her I felt my smile widen. She plastered a grin on her face and turned down to her book. When I stopped at her desk she looked back up at me with some effort and cocked her eyebrow.
"May I help you?" May I? Why is she so formal?
"Do you mind if I sit with you?" She just shook her head and turned to read again. "Cool, let's go sit in the back." I grabbed her upper arm carefully and hoisted her out of her seat. Her eyes widened slightly but she followed me. I sat at one of the tables in the back. It was made for two students and when she sat down she slid her chair away from me slightly, putting some distance between us. Ignoring her actions, I picked up the book she was reading and cocked my eyebrow slightly.
"You can read this? It's in..." I trailed off not sure what the language of the novel was.
"French. Yeah, my parents made me take lessons when I was four until I was thirteen. My mother's family are French." She shrugged and glanced down at the book in my hand.
"Wow. So you can speak it fluently?" She nodded and her eyes stayed on the book. I pulled the novel closer to my face and began looking at the finer details of the cover. It all seemed like mumbo-jumbo to me so I asked her what it was called.
"It's called Lettres d'une Péruvienne, it translates to Letters from a Peruvian Woman." She studied the cover, her eyes sweeping over the title. My smile widened as I watched her examine the book.
"What's it about?" She looked up at me and smiled at my interest.
"It's about-" An unfamiliar voice cut her off.
"Michiru? What are you doing here?" A short skinny girl walked up to the table and smiled down at Michiru. She had dark hair that looked like the color was similar to mine, dark, almost black. She seemed to be no taller than four foot two. And I thought Michiru was short. This girl flipped some of her hair behind her shoulder in a boyish manor, like she didn't care where it'd land.
"Hey Rukia. I was...really late to first hour this morning so..." Michiru's voice trailed off and this Rukia girl smiled.
"That's no surprise. I just never thought they'd give you detention." The girl laughed and rested her hands on the table, leaning toward us.
"What about you? Why are you here?" This question caused Rukia to chuckle quietly.
"I sort of got into a fight."
"Are you serious?" As they discussed the issue I looked the girl over. She was scrawny looking, I couldn't imagine her in a fight. She seemed nice enough too but here she was explaining the altercation.
"I was talking to Ichigo in second hour before class started and Orihime came up to us. She interupted me and started saying something to Ichigo while I was in the middle of a sentence. So naturally I cut her off and told her she was being rude. I was being as nice as possible, I swear! She gets all pissed and before I knew it she shoved me! I was about to punch her in the face but Ichigo grabbed hold of my arm. So I was cooling down, yada yada, and then Tatsuki came up to us."
"Wait so you got in a fight with Tatsuki? You guys are really good friends, what was it about?" Michiru asked, she was resting on her elbows and leaning closer, intrigued by the conversation.
"She was yelling at me about being rude to Orihime, apparently she told Tatsuki that I'd cussed her out or something, I don't know. So I started screaming at Tatsuki and told her to mind her business, the next thing I know she was swinging at me. Luckily I realized she was doing it and pulled away before she could hit my face but she did get a good punch to my neck. Anyway, I swung back, I was not about to let her get away with that. So, I hit her in the face a few times and now I'm here. She got assigned to a different room though and we told the principle that it wasn't necessary to suspend us, we're not mad at each other." She shrugged it off and was finally silent.
"Damn." Rukia looked over at me and smiled.
"What?" Her eyebrows knit together.
"You. You don't seem like the type. You don't look like a scrapper." I grinned at her, she was pretty amusing. She laughed loudly at my words, her laughter echoing through the room. It was cute and childish.
"Well I am." She turned back to Michiru and began speaking again. Before I could focus in on the conversation, I noticed one of my friends walk in the door, Renji. He spotted me and came over to the table quickly.
"Hey Renji." I lazily raised a hand to him in an attempt at a greeting. He nodded, giving me just as weak a greeting in return.
"Hey. Who the hell are they?" He gestured towards the two girls to my right. I opened my mouth to introduce them but I noticed Renji's eyes sliding up and down Rukia's backside. Typical Renji.
"Well, the girl you're checking out is Rukia." I stated loud enough to get her attention. "And the other is Michiru." Rukia turned to Renji and glared up at him, sizing him up. Renji took a step back and clearly felt intimidated by her stance. Still he wouldn't be phased and gave her a grin.
"Hey, Rukia." Still she glared and put her hands on her hips.
"Excuse me, whoever you are, I'm not an object to look at. Look at me like that again and you'll be sorry." I had to force myself not to laugh. Renji was obviously amused and wasn't afraid to hide it, maybe he would have if he heard about that fight she was in.
"I'm just appreciating the view, calm down little girl." He reached down and gave her face a friendly pat. Before I had the chance to blink, Rukia had a tight hold on Renji's wrist and twisted it in an unnatural way. I noticed Renji dip his knees slightly as if he thought that would stop the pain.
"Don't you ever call me a little girl." Her voice took on a dark tone and she was about to continue when Michiru reached out and grabbed Rukia's arm.
"Rukia, calm down." Her words were soft and it was obvious she wasn't into confrintation. Rukia's glare deepened and she let go of Renji's wrist before stepping back. After a moment she calmed down, taking deep breaths.
"Look, I don't need an enemy, so I'm sorry but don't look at me like that ever again." Her voice was stern but she was being kind and pretty understanding compared to other girls who didn't appreciate Renji's "friendly" behavior. Renji nodded and his smile grew warm.
"Alright, my bad." He reached down again and tapped Rukia on the chin. "It's nice to meet you, Rukia." He slightly raised his eyebrows and turned his attention to Michiru. "Hi...uh...Michiru, right?"
"Yes, hello." She plastered on a pleasant smile and bowed her head slightly. "It's nice to meet you."
"You too." I could tell he was resisting the urge to check out Michiru, after the encounter with Rukia, I think anyone with a brain would do the same. Still, I didn't like the way he looked at her in particular, she was too inocent for that. Finally he turned back to me and his smile faltered slightly. "How'd you meet these two?"
"I ran into Michiru in the hall this morning and Rukia's a friend of hers. She came up a few minutes ago." He just nodded and took a seat in front of the table. He reached over and pulled a seat out for Rukia, giving her a teasing smile. She surprisingly rolled her eyes and had an amused look on her face.
We all continued to talk until the sensei came to the front of the room. Unfortunately the assigned teacher was particularly strict so we couldn't talk at all for the next hour and a half. At first I starred off, bored and tired, but after a while I found myself glancing at Michiru. After turning my head towards her a few times, I saw her eyes flicker as she noticed me. She turned to me and gave me a small smile.
"Yes?" She whispered. As soon as the single word left her mouth we got a cold "sh" from the sensei. When the teacher turned away I held up a finger and picked up Michiru's notebook. I ripped out a piece of paper and got a glare from the sensei. After giving her an inocent smile she rolled her eyes and turned away. I began writing on the sheet in my neat handwriting.
Hey. Good book?
After writing, I slid the paper to Michiru and saw her smile before turning away from her book. She picked up the pencil I pushed next to her hand and read the scrawled out words. The next thing I knew, her hand began moving and then she slid the paper back.
It was until you interupted me. :)
Again I took the paper and read it. Her writing was plain and round, mine was sadly more girly than her own. I felt a smile creep up and when I glance up, I saw the sensei glaring me down and for a moment I thought she'd call me out. Thankfully she just held an angry finger to her lips and turned back to her work. Quickly I wrote a response and gave Michiru the paper without gaining the teacher's attention again.
I think we got caught. I'd really like to hear about that book, why don't you call me and that way we wont have any interuptions. My number is 463-8135. I look forward to your call. :]
I watched her face as she read the last of the note and saw her eyes slightly widen. She glanced over at me and when I raised my eyebrows questioningly, she gave me an amused smile and shrugged. I smirked back and nodded, suggesting she go ahead and give me a call. Her smile widened and she left out a quiet laugh. I glanced at the front of the room to make sure the sensei didn't notice and when I turned away without any sign of the teacher's attention, I saw Rukia and Renji passing a note of their own. I couldn't help my eyes from rolling. That was Renji.
After detention was over we all gathered out stuff and stood. Renji and Rukia waited for Michiru and myself and we all headed towards the door together. As I looked at the exit, I noticed this tall orange hair kid leaning agains the wall by the lightswitch. He smiled at Rukia and I couldn't help but ask her.
"Who the hell is that?"
"That's Ichigo." She smiled back at him warmly. That's all she said before approaching him. The first thing they did was reach for each others hands and it was obvious they were together. I turned to see Renji's reaction but his face was neutral. When I looked back to the couple Rukia was making introductions.
"That's Hisagi and Renji." She gestured to us and Ichigo nodded. He didn't seem very friendly but then again, I wouldn't want my girlfriend hanging out with a couple of guys, especially not Renji.
"Hey." Ichigo stated evenly.
"Well, we've gotta go. Are you okay to walk home alone Michiru?" I looked down to my left and saw Michiru nod.
"Yes, thanks. See you, bye Ichigo." She smiled and got a grin in return. Ichigo tugged on Rukia's hand and they headed out of the room. As soon as they were gone, I turned back to Renji.
"You okay? Did she tell you she had a boyfriend?" Renji nodded and turned back to me, a small smile on his face.
"Yeah, of course she does." He rolled his eyes. "The first time I meet someone who's not a spoiled bitch she's taken. We actually have a lot in common." He shrugged and continued. "Oh well, doesn't mean I wont try." His smile widened. I shook my head at his remark.
"What ever happened to Mina?" I asked refering to his most recent ex-girlfriend. He just shrugged and shook his head, dismissing the topic. I turned to Michiru and gave her a wide grin. "So, I'll see you tomorrow." She nodded and waved.
"Bye."
"Wait, can I expect a phone call?" She laughed again and shrugged.
"Maybe, I don't know." We said good bye and Renji and I walked towards our lockers. Renji started talking about something he had discussed with Rukia while my mind slipped away. I couldn't help but smile when thinking of her last answer to my question. I wasn't sure whether or not to expect a call. This is going to be interesting.
:) So here's the first chapter of my new story. Hope you all like it, I'm rather excited about this one! :D Thank to DetroitBleachWings who provided a name for my story! :P