This is my first fanfic, so hope ya enjoy it! h and by the way it won't be a ichigoxkyo story ...it will end with original show character couples, but this is only the first chapter!!

CHAPTER 1

3rd grade, November 14,1996 (November 14 is my birthday! That's why i chose it.)

(KYO)

Starring out the window is a natural thing for me to do, at least when it rains, Man, it's poring. Why do I get so gloomy when rain falls? It doesn't look like it's bringing anyone else down, they actually look like they would rather be inside playing in the heated room during this time of year. I laid my body back down on the orange padded mat. Then shoved my head into my feathery cushion waiting for my lungs to give me a sign to resurface to regain oxygen. The signal came, so I rolled over and starred at the ceiling. I'm glad it's nap time though because this is my time to think, think about a lot of stuff like how everyone seems to be hiding stuff behind my back or the reason my mom is all frantic when I walk into the same room as her. Why am I the only one here that actually seems to think? Everyone else seems to be quite childish. Maybe this is because I was the only one here brought up as a Sohma? Rolling over on my left side made me see a boy with bright orange hair, just like mine if brighter. He was starring at the ceiling just like I was minutes before, Maybe I was wrong, maybe I wasn't the only one around here that is serious about things? Maybe I wasn't the only one without a friend?

(ICHIGO)

I wonder why that boy over there is starring at me? Maybe it's because I have orange hair? No, that can't be it he has the same color hair. He would have to be pretty bold to try to mock me for it. Something about him seems so familiar, it seems like me. I mean I have noticed him before, always in deep thought and always very serious. Should I talk to him after the teacher tells us we can get up? What if I did would it change anything? Would I meet a friend or a foe? I rolled over to my right side, starring into his eyes, which were surprisingly red, and focused on his expression. In this case a lack there of expression, he had no look of disgust or hatred, not even happiness, just blank. He rolled back over separating our glares. Just as I thought I have met nobody special to me. Just another kid that is freaked out by me. I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

(KYO)

"okay nap time over" my teacher announced to the class as they started to yawn and stretch their hands out.

I mocked them to make the impression of just waking up from a nap, but in reality I couldn't sleep at all. All I could think about is that look of disappointment on that kids face. I glanced over my shoulder to see the other carrot top kid sitting up motionless starring between his legs. His face, that's all I could think about. I put my hands on my ears trying to push the thought out, it didn't work.

"Okay kid, what's up with you?" I shouted to where he was sitting.

He slightly looked up, caught my glaze then shifted back into the same position. Great now I would have to go confront him myself, I can't let myself be choked up because of him. I marched over and pulled him up by is shirt collar

, "I don't know how or why, but your messing with my head"

"Hey you over there put him down he's not a toy to be rough housed with!" my teacher scolded me from across the room.

Without a moment hesitation I dropped him not knowing what came over me. I thought to myself, oh please don't let me be developing anger management problems. The boy was still staring at me, but now with what looked to be hate in his eyes. He shrugged, turned away then headed out the classroom door. Before he completely disappeared from sight I saw a small grin cross his face. So, he did know that he's driving me insane. I grabbed my orange cat head shaped backpack out of my cubby and followed his lead out the door.

(ICHIGO)

Once out of sight of the classroom door I couldn't help but laugh.

Who would of thought I would drive him insane with one look, but it's strange it felt like I manipulated him to come over to me. That was what I was thinking in my mind seconds before he approached me. I finally reached my destination, my mother's warm smile waiting for me under a blue rain coat material umbrella,

"Hello, Ichigo my darling how was school?"

"boring for the most part, but I did meet someone real interesting."

"Oh really who is it?"

"Don't know his name, but he's a carrot top just like me!"

I pointed to my hair as I said the last part. She was probably happy that I wasn't ashamed of my hair anymore. Last year all the kids would make fun of my hair because it was different, but I'm not ashamed of it anymore, I am actually glad I'm not the same as them because that would mean I would have to despise myself. On the way home we passed a big gate. One of those where a emperor would have his huge castle behind it, their even was a security guard at the front gate in a dark blue kimono. We walked down most of the road when I saw Kyo walk right pass the security guard and through the gate.

"Mom, that's the boy I was talking about he lives in that big house there!"

I pointed in a panic in hopes my mom will catch the little boy before he scurried out of view. My mom turned just in time to see who I was talking about.

"Oh that house, that's the Sohma's house. I think your talking about Kyo, he's the only one with orange hair in that family, I think it's a big family. You should ask your father later on."

(KYO)

Great, he saw me. I didn't want him to know who I was never mind where I lived. Oh well can't change the inevitable. I mumbled to myself slamming the front door shut.

"Hi mom I'm home."

"Well-come home hon, hon, honey"

Her response didn't seem as disturbing anymore since I was so used to it. My mom was standing in the door way holding her arms open in a way like she didn't want to have to touch me, but she must. I always made excuses up for her at times like this so she wouldn't 'have' to touch me. This was so disgraceful.

"Sorry mom, I- don't have time I have to clean my room"

She quickly scooped her arms back up as I relieved expression crossed her face. How despicable. I quickly dashed out of the room before I could let her see the tears falling down my cheeks. I slammed the door shut and put my back to it, sliding slowly down it until I reached the ground. I looked around. Who was I kidding my room was clean not a speck of dust in sight and I have never had to put a thing away, not that I'm not a relatively neat person, which I am, but because my mom watches like a hawk waiting for me to finish one activity and move on to the next. Just waiting nervously from the sidelines, it's like I was going to kill her if she wasn't the perfect mom to me. She should be thankful that it really wasn't based on that because if it truly were she would have been dead a while ago. I began to become furious, not at my mom but my self,

"Why? Why am I so different? What's wrong with me?" I shouted at the blank white wall in front of me.

(ICHIGO)

"Hey dad, do you know anything about the Sohma's?"

He gave me at first an unreadable expression like a mix of fear and hatred, but that soon faded and became a friendly father figure face again.

"Oh yes, the-Sohma's. They are an interesting family. I believe that Kyo is your age, same color hair too."

He rubbed my head until my hair was more messy than thought possible.

"Yeah, he's in my class at school, he seems well like me"

The look he gave me was back. Why was I getting the impression that dad didn't like the Sohma's so much and if that were the case then why would my mom have me ask me about them? Maybe she was as clueless as me.

"Your hair is the same if that's what you mean"

"no, I mean he seems to think like me, he thins things through more than others our age. He's on my level."

He gave a quick chuckle

"That does sound like a Sohma now that I think about it"

My dad's cell phone rang, it sounded like a Japanese ring tone, one I have became very accustomed to. Every time it rang my dad would get all serious and leave seconds later. I know he runs a hospital, but seriously he takes his job way to seriously for a walk-in clinic owner. Without having him to ask I hopped of his lap and walked up to my bedroom. Once I got there I snuggled my feet under my covers letting the rest of my body stick out to show mom that I needed to be tucked in still. I realize that most kids my age don't have their mom tuck them in at night, but I couldn't part with it. I mean I gave up most of my baby stuff like my blanket and stuffed animals, but this was too special to push away. A few minutes later my mom gracefully waltzed into my room tucked me in, kissing my forehead goodnight then walking out the door mouthing 'I love you'. Tomorrow I will try to get along with that kid, I mean Kyo.

I Pulled myself deeper into my covers, "What would I ever do with out you mom?"

Outside the window I could her screams of, I actually don't know what, but what I do know is that I seem to be the only one that can hear them. I'm not frightened of them anymore, I learned to ignore them, just like I have learned to ignore every one else.