I gazed at the board in front of the classroom barely concentrating to the conversations going on around me. Humans have the most mundane conversations I have ever heard. It is like watching paint dry or something. Why did Sousuke send me to watch the Ichigo kid? I am barely doing anything here anyway, and I know he most likely has cameras watching the kid and even me 24/7. I would be more surprised if there was no cameras.

Why send me? I thought my job spying on the kid ended when Ichigo went to the Soul Society. I thought Sousuke and I were finally going to have time together since his great escape.

But no, he says I still need to stay here and continue working. So no alone time yet for the two of us. Sousuke said I am the only one he can trust to do this… but to do what exactly?

Nothing at all.

There is nothing to really watch this kid do. I could be more useful in Hueco Mundo than sitting here on my ass learning about stuff I will never use in my life. These humans will never need to use this in their life either!

I groaned as I leaned my forehead against the table. The teacher does not notice much going on in this class, I could probably go to sleep and she would never even notice. I have done it multiple times already and still have kept my spot in the top five of the class.

"Listen up everyone" the teacher said as everyone finally began to settle down, "the transfer student I mentioned this morning is here. He will introduce himself, your name please." I heard the sound of chalk on board and did not even attempt to lift my head off the desk.

"The 'hei' is lewd, plus the 'ko' in Onono lmoko…" the voice began to explaining his name. Why could he not just say his name?...

Wait, why does the voice sound familiar? The new kid continued, "the 'shin' in genuine worker, plus the 'ko' in spicy cod roe. I'm Hirako Shinji, pleased to meet ya."

My head shot up as I looked at the front of the room, the guy was lanky and had short blonde hair. He looked so familiar, but from where? I felt a sudden pain in my head as I tried to recall the man's face from my memories but ended up empty handed.

"Hey, are you okay Tsubaki?" a voice asked from beside me. I turned to see Orihime gazing at me with a sad expression. I nodded my head as I turned back to the room to see the boy looking around and his eyes landing on me. His expression quickly flashed to shock before going back to smiling.

Does he recognize me too? Part of my felt happy at the thought followed by sudden dread. Why am I feeling like this? I sighed as I picked up my pencil and began to draw in the corner of my book.

I shouldn't concentrate too much on these ideas, it is probably deja vu or something of the sort. He is just some random human kid.

Shinji sat down in the seat infront of me and said something to Ichigo that I barely listened too since I was too busy shading in the small flower I sketched in the corner of my page.

"A daffodil?" someone asked and I looked up to see Shinji staring at me curiously before continuing in a cheerful tone, "hello I am Shinji Hirako, and you are?" Why do I feel like I know this name?

"Tsubaki Kobayashi" I replied with a flat tone before I looked at the daffodil picture I drew. I did not even know what kind of flower I was drawing.

"Really? That is suck a pr-" Shinji began.

"Not interested" I responded before he could finish.

"You just remind me of someone I once knew" he retorted and I froze.

"Really now?" I muttered looking up towards Shinji to see him conflicted as if he wanted to say something more but the words could not get out.

"Any chance the name Keiko sound familiar?" Shinji asked.

Yes, yes it did.

"No," I lied, "why?"

"No reason" Shinji said with a smile before turning back around. Who is Keiko? Who does the name sound familiar…

I closed my eyes with a sigh. I sent a quick memo to Sousuke about the days events without including the strange new boy. I had the strange feeling that I should not mention the kid at all, that it would be dangerous to.

I turned onto my side and opened my eyes to see my reflection in the mirror across from me.

Something seemed off about my own reflection, but I could not put my finger on it.

I closed my eyes and fell into an uneasy sleep.

A/N- This story is almost like Amnesia, but with a few different plot changes (will continue writing Amnesia asap!) ^_^