HI GUYS! SECOND HITSUHINA FANFIC! YYYYEEESSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'M GETTIN' A FEELING THAT THIS ONE'S GONNA BE LONGER THAN MY FIRST ONE… ENJOY!
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Disclaimer: I dun own Bleach but I made up this story…
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Intros of settings (as this story has ABOSOLUTELY NOTHING to do with shinigami business)…
Dante Boy's High-
Boarding School for orphaned boys with special talents and abilities that trains them so they can go on missions for recognised businesses.
In England.
No uniform.
All students get group or solo missions as end-of-year assignments.
Rivalry School is Ofelia's Girl's Academy.
Top elite student is Hitsugaya Toushiro.
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Ofelia's Girls' Academy-
Boarding School for orphaned girls with special talents and abilities that trains them so they can go on missions for recognised businesses.
In America.
No uniform.
Students do NOT get sent on missions until graduating year but get special training (which'll be revealed later in the story).
Rivalry School is Dante Boy's High.
Top elite student is Hinamori Momo (who also just happens to be Head Mistress's adoptive daughter).
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NOW… THE STORY…
"It is a fact that human beings are the most violent creatures that have walked this planet… With all of you boys that will be going on special missions for the world's most financially recognised businesses in the future; you will assassinate at least ONE person. That person may be a successor of a company or just another rivalry spy getting in the way."
Hitsugaya's head rested in the palms of his hands as he floated off into space. This wasn't usual for the boy genius, being the top elite student for Dante Boys' High but their substitute homeroom teacher was someone who teenagers his age these days would describe as "gay". It was utterly unbelievable that this man (Mr Hays was his name) was a professional missionary with his overly-high nose, wavy brown comb-over hair and thick-rimmed, round, red glasses that sat on the end of his nose with a funny accent to top it all off.
'Just give us our end-of-year assignments and let us go to combat class!'
"I will now randomly give out the end-of-year assignments to each and one of you. They will either be a group or solo assignment. However, beware; some of these assignments have been fatal before many times and some of you may find it necessary to kill."
'Just about time…'
Hitsugaya's head rose from the comfort of his warm palms and he finally paid attention to the teacher with interest. Mr Hays was now walking around to each desk in the classroom, handing out pieces of paper from a bucket. He ambled over to the white-haired genius's desk and laid a piece of folded up paper on it. Hitsugaya flashed him a fake smile and the teacher moved onto the next desk.
There was something… suspicious about the piece of paper… just the feeling people get when they see something that looked like it was going to cause trouble…
'Screw trouble! We get these at the end of every frigging year anyway…'
Hitsugaya opened the piece of paper and read what it said on the inside-
OFELIA'S GIRL'S ACADEMY- OPERATION PURPLEHEART.
GOAL: TO ASSASSINATE SCHOOL'S SUCCESSOR IN ORDER TO LOWER SCHOOL'S CHANCES OF CONTINUING TO EXIST.
METHOD: TO FORGE FAKE IDENTITY AND STAY AT OFELIA'S GIRL'S ACADEMY AS STUDENT FOR AS MUCH TIME NEEDED TO COMPLETE TASK.
'Wow… assassinate? Hmmm… I thought Ofelia's Girl's Academy was an all-girl school… I'll talk about it with Ichigo later…'
Hitsugaya packed up his books and headed to the last lesson of the day, combat class.
AT COMBAT CLASS…
"Now, all of you boys pick your partners from the box on my desk and find your designated areas for today's lesson!" yelled Ms Hilter, the combat teacher as she clapped her hands. All of the boys trudged towards a red box on Ms Hilter's desk.
Combat class was a bit different from the other classes. At the start of the lesson, the boys had to go to Ms Hilter's desk to pick out a card and the person in the class with the same symbol was their partner. The symbol also represented where they were training.
'Hmmm… I got the bars today huh?'
The bars were the most difficult and advanced training area out of all fifteen areas and Hitsugaya had managed to pull it out of the box. It was a room with random metal bars sticking out from the walls everywhere. There was no floor but a trampoline that covered the entire training room's floor besides a square of tiles that was only one metre by one metre in front of the door. He walked out of the classroom and made it to the bars training room hallway.
'And who's my partner today…'
He opened the door and ducked his head just in time to dodge a punch in the face. He rolled sideways and swung himself onto a bar with his right hand. He sat on the bar like a broomstick and looked down to see who his partner was today.
Patrick Helens. He was an average-sized boy with brown that reached his shoulders. His parents had died in a car crash when he was four years old but Dante Boy's High had recognised him and enrolled him into the school for his ability of being able to speak twelve different languages and breaking ANY type of lock faster than Hitsugaya opening an envelope. His blue and brown eyes (his eyes are separate colours) stood out in his suntanned face and gazed into Hitsugaya's.
"I nearly got ya there the first time!" Patrick sneered before Hitsugaya grabbed his pole, swung downwards and knocked Patrick off his feet.
"And that's going to be the last time!" Hitsugaya sneered back as he swung onto another pole. Big mistake. Patrick grabbed his feet and threw him against a wall while he used the chance to swing onto the pole that Hitsugaya was aiming for.
"You're wrong there!"
Hitsugaya fell onto the trampoline but then used that chance to bounce himself high enough, dodging all the bars on the way, to deliver a roundhouse kick in mid air to Patrick's head. Patrick then grabbed Hitsugaya's foot and tried to bring his leg down on Hitsugaya's head. Hitsugaya grunted and swung himself around a pole and threw Patrick into the other direction but the blond smartass managed to grab a pole nearby and regained his balance in the next three seconds.
The next thirty seconds went by in complete silence as the boys' gazes dug into each other's eyes before Patrick dived towards Hitsugaya where he attempted to punch Hitsugaya in the chest but Hitsugaya grabbed his fist then threw him onto a pole. Then quickly, before Patrick could regain his balance, Hitsugaya swept down on him and slammed into his chest. While they were both falling, Hitsugaya then grabbed a pole beneath Patrick and kicked him in the back.
Patrick fell to the trampoline below as Hitsugaya swung himself on another pole and sat there just as the bell for lunch time rang.
"Looks like you win…" Patrick sighed as he picked himself off the trampoline and limped towards the door to go to the nurse's office. Hitsugaya grumbled in reply and swung his way across the bars to the door.
'I'd better ask Ichigo about the weird Operation Purpleheart thing…'
Hitsugaya trudged down the hallways to his room where his roommate, Ichigo Kurosaki was always waiting there for him so they could have dinner. He fumbled his keys into the lock on the red, wooden door with the number 361 and slammed it shut behind him when he entered the room. Ichigo was lying in bed, spinning a basketball on his index finger.
"Yo!" Ichigo greeted as he got off his bed. "We meetin' the others at the dining hall?" Hitsugaya just shrugged his shoulders.
"I'll take that as a yes," Ichigo said as he walked over to his closet to get dressed into fresh clothes. Hitsugaya met Ichigo when he first entered the school which was when he was eleven years old after his dad ran away and never came back and his mum died when she had a brain tumour. The school then recognised and enrolled Hitsugaya for his high intelligence and impressive combat abilities. Ichigo was his roommate from that day. Ichigo's parents had died in a house fire when he was three and was recognised for his ability of being able to set up extremely high-tech security systems that nobody but himself could surpass.
"Hey Ichigo, what's your end-of-year missionary assignment?"
"Here," Ichigo mumbled and handed Hitsugaya the piece of paper with his mission on it and Hitsugaya handed Ichigo his.
Hitsugaya spread out the crumbled piece of paper and read its contents-
MEXICO CITY- OPERATION JACKALTHEIF
GOAL: TO CAPTURE 32-YEAR-OLD BRAD JOSIE, MAN ACCUSED OF MURDERING HIS WIVES FOR MONEY FROM LIFE INSURANCE
METHOD: TO FIND OUT WHICH HOTEL HE'S STAYING IN WITH A PART TIME JOB THERE THEN BRINGING HIM BACK CAPTURED
'Hmmmm… man accused of murdering his own wives for money from their life insurances? Bizarre people these days…'
"Here," Hitsugaya mumbled as she shoved the piece of paper into Ichigo's hand but Ichigo just sat there, wide-eyed. Hitsugaya cocked an eyebrow.
"Is there something wrong with my missionary assignment?"
Ichigo stay put for the next few minutes of silence before bursting out laughing…