Lack of new Bleach this week...so sad...
It was a much different experience for all of the students of Karakura high, a day changed forever by one piece of paper. It was tacked to the bulletin board, which was in the main hallway of the high school; therefore it was very difficult to miss. The bright green tint that the paper was colored caught the eye of any passerby student, and soon a small crowd began to gather in front of it.
In a mere span of seconds, a group dynamic kicked in, intriguing and beguiling their curiosities, simply with the fact that there was a crowd there. The place it was tacked as well added to the power of the crowd drawing power of the…well, crowd; during major tests, it was the bulletin board where tests results were posted. Therefore, very soon it was too late for any teachers or superintendents or faculty to take down the paper; the crowd was much too large and clogged the hallway and stemmed the interclass traffic.
"Get back to class you hoodlums!!" yelled out a certain gym teacher. He had successfully navigated through the sea of students, but not before its message had already been burned into the minds of all who had read it, and there was nothing the teachers could do about it spreading by mouth. It wouldn't be until the third period however, until the unsuspecting ringleader of this would show up at school. His uniform definitely did not match regulations, nor did he even have a tie on. Most of all, his orange hair always brought him attention—though often, it was often never anything positive.
"Kurosaki!" the sleeveless gym teacher burst through the convening third period class, "to the principal's office…now!" In his beefy hand, he shook what was a crumpled and ripped piece of paper.
"What now?" Ichigo sighed out, irritated.
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The not Dance
Written by Typewriterman
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A heavy slam sounded through the hallway, quickly followed by a lighter thump against a wall. There was now a deep dent into the metal locker, although the wall apparently felt no damage at all. "No Ichigo, I can explain!!" yelped the high pitched squeal of the boy.
"Yeah right…" he growled in response, "how the hell do you plan to explain this!?" Ichigo tossed the crumpled paper ball at the cowering teen; its green tint quite familiar.
"Listen, Ichigo…" the boy gulped. "I'm just trying to help you, you know? Heheh…" Ichigo's eye twitched at the 'h' word, causing the boy to flinch cowardly. "You're going to have the house to yourself this weekend…what was I supposed to do?"
"But a 'Kurosaki House Party to end all house parties', Keigo? Geez!!" Most notably not as aggressive against the long haired brunette, Ichigo rested against the locker, still angry at this turn of events. "I-I don't even know what to say, I'm so pissed." He slammed a fist into the locker to add to his point, as a small dent was pounded into the metal.
"Oh, calm down Keigo…you know that Ichigo would never hurt you…" the raven haired boy shook his head at the other's girlish display. He returned to sipping on his juice box and continued to watch what he liked to call, a 'Lunch Break Drama'.
"That's easy for you to say, Mizuiro…" he commented back, "b-but listen Ichigo…this could be a turning point for your entire social life!"
"You mean yours?" Mizuiro added.
"Heheh…uh, but honestly Ichigo, really there's nothing to be done about it now!" Leaning hard against the wall, Keigo slowly stood back up on wobbly feet. "Almost everyone's seen the poster, and you know how rumors can spread in this school, right?"
"Yeah…" Ichigo growled, angry that that was something he had to admit to. It was something quite evident in the school's society, like the fluttering rumor that he was a yakuza hit man, or that he had killed a man with only a glare…stupid things like that.
"But think of the positives, man!" Despite Ichigo's very physical 'hello' just moments prior, Keigo was right next to the orange haired teen, his arm around his shoulder and patting him on the back like good friends, "For one day this weekend, you'll be the surprise hit on everyone's social calendar, and everyone will change their opinions about you!"
"I don't care about stuff like that…" He shrugged off the teen's arm on his shoulder, and began walking back towards the direction of the classroom.
"But Ichigo!!" Keigo whined out, Mizuiro calmly following the two.
"'Stuff' like what?" sounded out a girl's voice in the otherwise quiet hallway. The sound of paper rustling sent shivers up Ichigo's spine, and his eyes involuntarily flared up; his body stiffened and braced for impact. But nothing came and in turning around, his shoulders drooped at the sight of the brunette boy delighted at the newest reader of his 'viral bulletin poster'. "Oh…this seems like fun…"
"At least you think so Rukia!" Keigo smiled annoyingly wide smirk. "Does that mean you'll go?"
"Sure." Rukia answered with a happy smile. "I would love to go to the house party!"
"Sweet!" Keigo danced about with cheer, slowing to a halt as Ichigo's glare beamed over him. "Uh…I better get back to class…" he chuckled nervously. Jogging away, the raven haired Mizuiro followed him, waving bye as he left.
"Hey Ichigo…" Rukia's tone of voice deepened, as she handled the green paper with less care than she had with the two boys around. A serious look was plastered on her face, as she held the paper out for him to see. "What's a 'House Party'?"
"Are you kidding me!?"
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Some words from the Typewriter
This came out of left field, I swear!
Hahah, I had some free time today, and I noticed that the IchiRuki C2 that I'm staffing doesn't have any fics on it yet. So, I decided to come up with something and this is what I typed up. It's probably going to be at most five chapters, so I can feel the joy of actually completing a fic, unlike most of the stuff that I'm writing that will probably never end...ha...ha...sigh...
...legalities...
-based on the work by Tite Kubo
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