(Sooo My first BLEACH fanfic. Well, the first one I've written on my computer. I had to go with the gakuen theme because we all know how much I love it! xDD Even if I hate my going there every freaking day. Anyways, this is one of my favorite pairings so I hope you like!)

A Little Simplicity

Chapter One Can You Hear Me Calling

"Aaagh!" Rangiku groaned, perched on the large stone railing of her the school steps. Her orangish-blonde hair curled around her face in the most perfect way, and she gazed down at her good friend, Hinamori Momo. "Man, this is such a pain!" She emphasized on the last word, rolling her eyes dramatically.

"Ano, Rangiku, it's not that bad. After all, our project partners won't be assigned until second period, right?" Momo smiled up at her, dark bangs swept out of her face to reveal glittering hazel eyes. Rangiku would've laughed if she was in the mood. Momo was always trying to find the optimistic side of things. Still, she at least had a point. Most of the people in her class she liked decently. She just wasn't very good at World History. Who cared about when America won its freedom from England?

Rangiku watched the other students enter the building, spotting an ever-familiar blonde. "KIRA-KUN" She called out, cupping her hands to her perfectly-shaped lips. He looked up when hearing his name called before flinching and slowly made his way over.

"Ohayo, Kira-kun!" Momo stood up, wrapping her arms around her taller friend in a hug. Rangiku laughed, standing up as well and unbuttoning her uniform top by one button, making her seem even more voluptuous then she already did.

Kira's eyes widened and though he was used to it, he turned a familiar shade of red, ducking his head low. Rangiku just laughed it off, running her tapered fingers across his cheek. "Now, now, Kira-kun, no need to blush! After all, aren't we friends?" She purred, almost flirtatiously, in his ear.

"Rangiku, stop that! You're going to make him start foaming at the mouth!" Momo piped up, pulling at Rangiku's arm. The taller female nodded, still giggling.

"Oh, gomen nasai, Momo-chan! It's just so funny when he reacts that way!" She apologized, brushing a strand of her wavy hair out of her face. Kira turned red again, and mumbled something under his breath, sunken eyes staring at the ground embarrassedly.

The melodious bell rang out across the school yard, always heard, even across the neighborhood. Rangiku sighed, picking up her bags. She really didn't want to do this project. She hated having to do major work like this. Hopefully, she'd get paired up with a nerd who would do all the work and let her just relax. Her 'charms' could also help in the situation of convincing him.

"Ganbatte ne!" Momo teased, heading off into the school with Kira. "Maybe you'll get lucky this time!" She stuck out her tongue before turning her attention towards Kira, who was even redder because of this.

"Settle down, settle down." Their teacher, Kyōraku Shunsui, called out as he stepped into the classroom of his second period class. He was a tall man with shaggy brown hair tied back into a ponytail. He always had a stubble and wore a strangely pink haori over his suit. "As you all know, today's the day you get your partners!"

A groan echoed out in the class.

Kyōraku-sensei frowned, rubbing the back of his head. "Well, anyways, my beloved assistant, Nanao-chan will hand you the names of your partners and what you'll be researching!" He cast the younger woman a lovingly expression which she did not return.

Ise Nanao, a slender woman around her twenties, stood up with a neatly-stacked packet of papers at hand. Her hair was pulled up and she wore a pair of round-rimmed glasses. She slowly made her way down the rows, handing a slip of paper to each student. One by one, they groaned, obviously dissatisfied by the person they were paired with.

And then, it was her turn. Rangiku stared up nervously at Nanao, hands clasped in a silent prayer. "Please let it be someone good, please let it be someone good." She repeated under her breath, over and over and over again.

"Matsumoto Rangiku." Nanao stated, placing her paper face down on Rangiku's desk before walking off. Rangiku's breath caught in her throat and she slowly turned it over.

"…!"

As if not believing, she read it over again. And again. She couldn't believe it, there was no way. And yet, here it was in a neatly typed print. There must be some mistake; she couldn't be paired up with him.

Could she?

But the only question that was on her mind suddenly burst out from between her lips, interrupting the aggravated mumblings of the other students.

"….WHO'S ICHIMARU GIN?"

"You don't know who Ichimaru Gin is?" Kuchiki Rukia, mouth full of food, stared at Rangiku. It was lunchtime and they were seated on the roof, talking and eating. And they meant; Matsumoto Rangiku, Hinamori Momo, Kuchiki Rukia, SoiFon, Kotetsu Kiyone, and Kusajishi Yachiru.

They all stared at Rangiku with wide eyes though it was unsure whether any of them knew who he was either.

Rukia sighed, putting down her chopsticks. "He's a new student. A foreign exchange student apparently."

"From where?" SoiFon demanded, hugging her black cat plushie (fondly named Yoruichi-koneko) closely. She was a foreigner herself; however, she was from China. Of course, you could hardly tell.

Rukia shrugged, but this time, it was Kiyone who piped up an answer.

"Oh, I heard he's from England or somewhere. They say he learned Japanese in less than two weeks."

This led to many murmurs and squeals of surprise. European boys were supposed to be very sophisticated and more importantly—cute! And this boy was smart too! Not a bad combination. Rangiku smiled, tapping a tapered finger against her chin. Hm, maybe this wouldn't turn out so bad after all. He must be cute, right?

And then, a loud burp interrupted her thoughts.

Yachiru, the smallest, smiled at them broadly. She was still a little girl, and was the adopted daughter to one of their teachers, Zaraki Kenpachi. At least, that was what everyone said. No one really knew the true story between the two. After all, what would a seven year-old girl be doing here anyways?

"Sorry!" She squeaked, covering her mouth.

Everyone stared at her with wide eyes. An awkward silence followed. Finding that they were unable to continue their conversation, they began to pack up, heading back down the stairs, inside the school.

However, Rangiku couldn't get her thoughts off this Ichimaru person. He wasn't here today, but she prayed that he'd be here tommorrow. After all, she really wanted to meet him. She must be the luckiest girl at school to get a guy like him. He was apparently smart, and since he was from England, he must be hot! Or one of the nerdy-looking guys.

She really hoped it wasn't the latter.

Still, it was up to tomorrow to reveal what it had in store for her.

(Ack! I know, it's really short. ;; I'm so sorrry! I promise I'll make it longer! Anyways, review, review, review! 8D)