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Of Opposite Worlds - Chapter 1

"Everyone settle down," Sensei Tsukishima, a tall lengthy man with silk-like brown hair going down to his shoulders wore a casual standard outfit as he spoke to his class. When he spoke that three word command and snapped his book shut with a flick of the wrist, the class immediately ended all conversation and gave the man their undivided attention. With a glance to the room he continued to speak, "We have three new students joining us today. Boys, please come in and introduce yourselves."

The door opened to reveal three very different teenage boys standing upfront, although they were very much attractive in their own unique ways. The first to enter was probably the tallest teenager Japan has ever seen, standing at about 7'1 with shoulder length, black hair. Flashing a piano tooth grin he introduced himself as Nnoitra Gilga. He scanned the classroom with his only visible left eye, his right eye covered with a white bandanna tied securely around his head. Being so tall he was by no means scrawny, not having large bulky muscles, it was obvious by the way he carried himself that he could hold his own in a fight. The second to enter was tall but not in comparison to the former, standing at a height of 6'3 is Starrk Coyote, as he introduced lazily. His shoulder length brown hair looked much like their sensei's only it had more of a wave to it like a surfer's would. Giving off the impression that he indeed was a surfer with his shark tooth necklace hanging proudly over his tanned chest. His school uniform shirt's top three buttons were undone so the beaded necklace stood out. Also having a noticeable short, stubby beard resting upon his chin completed his lazy but handsome look. The last to enter was none other than, Grimmjow Jeagerjaques, Japan's hottest teen model and part time actor. His natural teal locks were styled back into loss spikes except for a couple stubborn strands that fell over his forehead. Wearing his customary eye shadow under his eyes gave him an exotic look that left the girls swooning at his feet. He also stood at a height of 6'3 but had much more obvious muscle mass than the other two. Much like Starrk, the first three buttons of his uniform were undone but he kept his shirt tucked in loosely to his school pants. All three were fairly healthy and fit, being well matched when it came to fight or other things of that matter.

All the girls were ready to run up to the three but before they could, they were stopped by a very angry and irritated looking Tsukishima.

"You may sit in the back row next to Kuro-" Tsukishima stopped short when he noticed that the student he was going to mention was missing from his seat. "You may take choose one of the seats in the back except the one next to the window." Starrk and Grimmjow mentally questioned who wasn't here but dismissed it as they made their way to the back. Grimmjow sat next to the empty seat by the window while Starrk took the empty seat by the door, leaving Nnoitra to sit between the two grudgingly.

Later that school day Grimmjow grinned at his already developed fan club smiling and giggling as he crossed the cafeteria to where Nnoitra and Starrk sat waiting. Grimmjow gave a knowing smirk at the devilish glint that was directed across the cafeteria in the tallest male's single eye. "Find a new victim already Nnoi?"

Said teen glanced at the other with his piano like grin before dismissing the question with a 'not yet'. Starrk lay between the two with his head down on the table, fast asleep. The teen was always sleeping, when the two had started hanging out with the teen he explained it was so kind of sleeping order disease. Others thought he was dead by the way he barely moved and never really made a sound but Grimmjow and Nniotra were used to it by now. So far a couple of guys had been nice enough to befriend the new group, showing them the school and a couple recommending clubs they should join.

So far everything was great Grimmjow loved how people were practically falling over themselves just to get a better look or say a simple greeting. It made him feel like a King, just the way he liked it, kill me I have a big ego, he thought. To say his ego was "big" would be an understatement.

But after awhile the whole thing got . . . boring.

It had now been two weeks at their new school and Grimmjow was quiet bored with everything. Aside from Starrk and Nnoitra all the guys who approached them did the same thing all the time. Club practice, arcade, talk about girls. The girls were no better; over a dozen had confessed their 'undying love' to one of the three, Grimmjow getting slightly more do to him being famous and all.

It wasn't until Monday of their third week that something had really caught his interest.

"It's been over two weeks, do you think something happened?"

"He's so strong though, I hope he's not in the hospital again."

"But Kurosaki-san seemed kind of different before he disappeared, don't you think."

Grimmjow couldn't help over hearing a few girls talking about some Kurosaki kid or another. But didn't his homeroom teacher mention a 'Kuro' something in class on their first day. Letting, as they say, 'curiosity kill the cat,' Grimmjow approached the three gossiping girls. "Who are you guys talking 'bout?" The three girls spun around and grasped as they would have never thought the blunette would come talk to them. Grimmjow had to stop himself from scowling, it was just so annoying how anyone could barely keep up a conversation with him because they were so awestruck. Seeing as no one had answered him, he repeated himself it little more aggressively, "Who were you just talking 'bout?"

The one girl with long blonde hair seemed to snap out of her trance first. "Oh, Jeagerjaques-san! Did you mean Kurosaki-san?" The other girls stared numbly up at him.

"Yeah, him. Can you tell me 'bout him?"

"Umm, his name is Ichigo Kurosaki. He a junior like yourself but he hasn't been in school recently."

"Yeah, it's not like him to skip so we were worried if he got hurt or something." Another girl added.

Strawberries, hmm. "Oh are you friends with him?"

All three of them blushed hard and waved their heads in the negative, the one with black hair and glasses finally spoke up. "Kurosaki-san doesn't really talk to anyone, always keeping to himself. But a lot of the girls like him for his kind nature and tend to worry when he disappears for long periods of time."

"So he's disappeared more than once?" Grimmjow was really becoming interested in this Kurosaki character.

"Yeah, most of the time he's in the hospital recovering from a fight. Local thugs pick on him because of his hair color and he often gets hurt because he's out numbered, but the ones he fought end up in the hospital longer than him." She informed with a loving smile dreamy eyes, as they all thought of the brave prince.

"Oh," Grimmjow let a smirk consume his face as he thought on this Ichigo Kurosaki, he seemed so interesting and he liked that the guy could hold his own in a fight. Not evening say goodbye to the three girls he walked toward the parking garage to retrieve his silver 2010 Dodge Challenger SRT8 and head home.

Ichigo took the keys out of his white 2006 Nissan Maxima, and sighed. He hid out at his studio longer than he expected and missed over two weeks of school. Running a sun kissed hand through tangerine, shaggy spiked hair, Ichigo glanced at himself through the rear view mirror of his car. The bruise that once circled his left eye was barely noticeable now unless you looked at up close or were purposely looking for it. Looking away and sighing again, the orange haired teen climbed out of his car and made his way towards the school building. He glanced at the time on his cell phone and cursed when he realized he was going to be late if he didn't pick up the paste.

Just making it to homeroom before the bell rang Ichigo made his way to the back of the classroom and sat in his seat next to the window, completely oblivious to the pair of cyan eyes glued to him. Soon Sensei Tsukishima entered and Ichigo zoned out everything, he was quick to learn things so he didn't focus much during his teacher's lectures.

To say Grimmjow was awestruck was the understatement of the year, surprisingly that morning the model had gotten up early and made to school earlier than normal. Finding nothing better to do, he went to his homeroom to people watch, that being one of his favorite activities, although he never really told anyone. The bell to announce class was about to start was about to go off but before it did, he walked in. Standing at 5'11 pure sex walked in on mile long legs. Although he was wearing the school regulated uniform, it still did nothing to deter his looks. Sitting atop of well carved legs was a well sculpted chest and abdomen although concealed by the white button up, it was quite obvious the teen was toned but his muscles were lithe and tight. Not a single once of fat on his lightly tanned body, from what Grimmjow could tell. On top of a well sculpted face was a mop of tangerine locks that stuck out in every direction, defying the laws of gravity. The mop coming to rest over the back of a strong neck that looked oh so delectable to eat while his bangs sat just above his eyes. Oh god his eyes, they were the deepest shade of brown that warmed you insides. When he moved the ceiling lights caught his eyes almost giving them a golden shine as he made his way towards the back of the room towards my seat. The whole way he never acknowledged me just sitting in what used to be an empty seat next me before averting his gaze out the window.

Wait a minute, if he's sitting next to me, then that means he's Ichigo Kurosaki. Grimmjow smirked at his luck. If this sexy creature next to him was anything near as interesting as he seemed then Grimmjow was in the run for his money. Not looking a horse gift in the mouth, as they say, Grimmjow let the sexy berry be . . . for now.

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