Ichigo Kurosaki

Age: 25

Current Location: High School

That's right. One of the Shinigami from division 10 of the Gotei 13, Black Ops division of the CIA was now stood in a high school classroom with the professor Mrs Ochi informing his new classmates of his transfer. He looked around lazily at the faces starring at him. The majority of the girls seemed to be oogling, who wouldn't when the thin white scrap of material he calls a shirt hugged his muscular chest and arms like that, not to mention his ridiculously loud orange hair or that sexy smirk. The boys on the other hand didn't pay much attention. If they did it was only to glare due to the fact there girlfriends where gawking at him. When Mrs Ochi announced his name a few giggles could be heard but he successfully shot down each and every one of them with a menacing glare.

He raised his hand in an awkward gesture of greeting before mumbling a "yo" then slid towards the back of the classroom and taking up an empty desk. Oh how he hated high school. The one time in his life when he was completely miserable, was the one time that they where making him relive. Well yeah, fair enough it was to investigate the murderous drug lord of a headmaster Souske Aizen and find out how much of the school was involved but really, making him go to lessons and everything? This was going to be a very long assignment.

He looked at the timetable that the blue haired guy with glasses had given him. He decided to learn names when it actually came to that. This was tutor time which meant his next period would be maths followed by gym.

Mrs Ochi dismissed the class but kept Ichigo behind. She sat at her desk shuffling papers for a few moments before looking over at the new student. He had had them since he arrived in the class so she gathered that the scowl and hunched shoulders where part of his bad boy look so she didn't try to correct them he sat at his desk slouched for a couple more seconds before standing up and walking towards her desk.

She smiled politely at the extremely well built man approaching her before stating calmly "you may leave now Ichigo." He went to leave but stopped at the door before turning back to see his form tutor back in her paper work.

"With all due respect Mrs, why did you keep me behind?"

"Well Ichigo in case you hadn't noticed you seem popular with the girls in this school. Unless you wanted to be harassed, given phone numbers, possibly molested by the girls then beaten by there respected boyfriends I suggest you try to avoid the corridors when they are at there busiest."

He replied with a curt nod and strolled down the now pretty empty corridors towards where he assumed his maths room was. He felt a hand snake its way towards his hip very gently and slowly. He put a hand to the small in his back to reach for the small knife that hid there while he spun to come face to face with a blushing girl. She giggled and run around the corner towards where a large group of girls stood.

His scowl depend as he skulked back towards the direction he was heading before the interruption. When he finally arrived at his maths class he walked into a lot of stares from the students from the students and a very broad grin from the blonde man that stood in front of him.

"Hello! I'm your new maths teacher! Please call me Shinji! I hope where going to get along very well this year, especially if you're a good boy and do all of your homework!" the man practically screamed the words 'I'm so eccentric you'll wont to kill me by the end of this lesson' however Ichigo resisted the urge and shifted his weight uncomfortably before scratching the back of his neck, "sorry I'm late I got err... lost" he gave a small grin at the end of his apology while a loud round of sighs that came from the girls with the now dreamy looks on there faces.

After Shinji pointed to a seat near the back of the class next to a particularly well filled strawberry blond girl who had an uncanny resemblance to his lieutenant Rangiku, he sat in silence for the rest of the period. Hay if they where making him do high school and the tests that came with it over again he may as well get good grades this time.

When he became a Shinigami in his last year of high school he was the best they had ever had. He was the best because he had nothing to loose. his mother, the only family he had ever known, he's universe was cruelly taken away from him just a week before he started high school. He was even better his own captain, the Kid Genius himself Toshiro Hitsugaya. So since the enrolled him he had been in training to become captain of the 5th division. The last guy was some sort of double agent apparently. Anyway so he was finally going to become the new captain they had all been waiting for when his captain insisted he go on one last real mission. So that left Ichigo here while the ice cold kid who was actually 9 years older than him at home enjoying himself.

He jumped off of his train of thought when he heard the scrapping of chairs across the floor and realised class had finished and it was lunch. He stood up abruptly and headed out to eat his lunch in peace.

He walked around the outskirts of the building to a large piece of shrubbery. In this secluded area the school was only one floor high. He looked over to see if anyone was around before quickly scaling the side of the building. He slouched down and leaned against the foot high wall that surrounded the roof. He sipped from a juice cartoon with his sandwich resting in his lapin his lap. As he switched them to opposite positions and was about to take a bite out of the sandwich he noticed the other person on the roof. He had been concentrating on hiding his presence from all the curious students he hadn't thought to cheek for anyone else's.

The girl sat o the roof in a similar position to him only a couple of metres away. She was young couldn't have been any older than he was pretending to be but still held a gracefulness about her. Her eyes where shut almost like she was asleep, she was tapping her leg and humming along with the music she was currently listening to causing her chest to rise up and down gently. She seemed so content with her head resting against the wall and iPod plugged in. Her rave locks blew in the wind to one side revealing more or her very beautifully sculpted face.

Ichigo had been staring for almost five minutes when she spoke and was completely taken aback. Her voice rushed through his ears like an orchestra, it flowed with rhythm and was continuous with a stern edge but yet was so soft.

"You know, it's rude to stare. Beside you shouldn't be up here." She opened her eyes to give him a pointed look. He returned that look but couldn't look away like she did, he couldn't. Those eyes. They where shining pools of violet that seemed to be emitting there own light.

"So if I'm not allowed here what gives you the right kid?" His voice came out rasped where he had had his mouth open for how long?

She once again glared at him but whipped the smirk off his face with one of her own. "Because I work here. Kid."

Well at least he knew it was ok for him to be this attracted to someone so small. He was still struggling to look away from her when what she had just said fully hit him. Kid. He stood and walked in front of her so that he towered over her before replying with anger seeping through his voice.

"Listen Midget. My name is Ichigo Kurosaki and I am not a kid." Rukia didn't seem threatened at all, she gracefully stood and glared at the man who was towering over her at this point and 'accidently' trod on his toe. "I think you'll find I'm the teacher and you're the student making you a kid, Strawberry. If I'm not mistaken you have a gym lesson to get to, oh and I'm not because you're in my class." She ground her heel into his toe before walking towards the door and heading down the stairs.

Ichigo was left with an empty stomach, and was about to burst at the seems. Anger just seeped from him like poison. Oh and he was late for gym with her. What a great start to a new term.