Something About You
Ichigo Kurosaki took a deep breath as he stared at the large white building before him from where he stood in its wide campus. The white building stood tall and grand, exquisitely lush to his amber eyes. A gentle breeze tugged at his spiky rust coloured hair.
The words Harvey-Bennett emblazoned in gold across the elaborately styled arch from the forefront of the building.
Ichigo swallowed. Never, never, never in a million years would he have imagined himself at this exclusive not to mention, extremely expensive High School. It had taken years off his hard work and eventually some recognition and notice from the teachers before he got a fully paid scholarship to attend the high school and university. So now there he was, in the middle of New York City, standing in front of the reward he had slaved away 17 years of his life for.
He grasped the strap of his backpack tighter with his firm fist before tearing his eyes away from the building to the other students on the campus. It was registration day, so everyone was dressed casually. As casual as rich kids get, thought Ichigo as the designer labels flashed of the clothing of three girls passing by, walking slowly. They chattered on brightly about something he couldn't decipher.
The fair, raven haired girl in the middle caught his eye for just a moment, as his hazel gaze met her sparkling cerulean glance, topped with heavy lids and thick, long eyelashes.
Her hair cascaded in elegant waves to her shoulders, her bangs falling flirtatiously into her right eye, golden hoops glittering from inside her hair. She was wearing a gypsy styled blouse that played off most of her creamy shoulders, whilst her long slender legs were clad in fitted designer jeans. She held his stare as she turned her head, her glossy hair following its motion, one of her delicate eyebrows arched in confusion above her stunning eyes.
Ichigo found himself a little rooted to the spot as he glanced away quickly, fumbling with his jacket zipper. Damn! Who was she? There was something about her. He didn't know what it was, besides the fact she was painfully gorgeous, that made him feel like he had noticed her because he felt like he'd known her from somewhere.
He dared to take another glance at her and she had gone back to talking to her friends, a brown-haired girl and an orange-haired girl, an unforgettable dimpled smirk flashing across her cheeks as she tilted her head towards one of her friends, considering something.
'Yeah, beautiful isn't she?' came the deep voice of someone next to him. Ichigo started as he turned to find a spiky haired red-head wearing a simple jeans and T-shirt standing next to him. His red long red hair was pulled pack into a ponytail. He had wild tattoos all over his body, Ichigo had noted as he folded his muscular arms over his chest. Ichigo blushed a little.
'I wasn't…' he began but was cut off.
'Renji Abarai,' he said grinning and offering his hand.
Ichigo took it after some consideration and shook his hand firmly.
'Ichigo Kurosaki,' he said in return.
'Newbie huh? Welcome to Harvey-Bennett, home to the cream of crop. That glittering prize you had your eyes on is Rukia Kuchiki, popular target of most of the males here,' said Renji glancing at her himself as she continued conversing lightly with her friends, as Ichigo snarled in denial of 'having his eyes on her'.
Little did he know that the conversation going on over there was about him.
'I suppose, if you say so Orihime,' Rukia was saying nonchalantly, twirling one of her glossy locks around her slender finger. Her orange-haired friend had hurriedly spotted the spiky-haired newbie with the sharp features standing under a large oak tree as they threaded across the campus. This was why she was forced to pass by him in slow motion, a few times. She had generally glanced in his direction, and she saw him looking. There was something about him, his piercing eyes, that were familiar, but she couldn't place him.
'Yeah! He's so cute!' giggled Orihime before glancing at him again. Then she pouted. 'But he's checking you out, Rukia,' she said folding her arms huffily across her well-endowed chest.
'Please…' Rukia said modestly, sneaking a glance at him. He turned away sharply, running his fingers through his hair, speaking to her long time friend Renji. He was lean, tall and even behind that brown jacket he was wearing she could see he was well-built. He was thin yet subtly muscular in all the right places. His collarbones were as well-defined as the rest of him. He had his expressive eyebrows in a knit above his amber eyes. He seemed aware of her gaze on him and looked uncomfortable. He was good-looking, but Rukia ignored the fact.
'He is looking at you, Rukia, or at least he was,' said her other friend bluntly, smiling nonetheless.
'Not you too, Momo!' she groaned lightly. Somehow Rukia knew that his glances weren't out of admiration, like she had seen out of most of the boys here. He looked like he was considering something.
Meanwhile, Renji had made a suggestion that nearly made Ichigo drop his iPod.
'Come on, she's a buddy of mine. Let me introduce you,' he said jerking his head slightly in her direction.
'W-what? No, I mean, it's fine. I need to register anyway,' he said laughing nervously.
'Aw, don't be like that! She's friendly… sometimes. RUKIA! OI RUKIA!,' said Renji before turning away from a baffled Ichigo to call her over.
Rukia spun around, not needing to look to see who was calling her. She walked over to him.
'What is it, Renji?' she said walking over to him, brushing her hair out her face lightly.
'There's someone I'd like you to mee- GAH! Holy spacemonkey! He's gone,' he thought glancing at his surroundings and scratching his head.
