Hi y'all! This is my first GrimmIchi fanfic ever so I hope you like it. Also it's my first fanfic I've posted up on , and AU story. Plus I've only ever written Bleach yaoi fanfics with HichiIchi/IchiHichi so be kind please! *begs*

Note: The name of this fanfic is in Japanese: 'Ohayou Sensei!' In English it means: 'Good Morning Teacher!'

I hope you enjoy! ^_^

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Pairing(s): GrimmIchi (main pairing) also noncon HichiIchi

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.

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CHAPTER 1: 'A Fresh Start'

"You what??!" the teenager exclaimed raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, come on Hichigo dear! You remember your cousin Ichigo!" the dark-haired woman sighed.

"Err...no...that's why I'm askin'. Now who the hell is he!?" he ordered, resting the magazine he was reading on his lap before sitting up slightly from his exceedingly lazy position on the couch.

His mother sighed once more from exhaustion. Her son really was the most tiring person she had ever met, why did she have to explain things over and over to him only to have her wisdom fall on deaf ears?

"Ichigo's your Uncle Isshin's son. He's about the same age as you now."

"Uncle who??" the albino frowned with a questionable gaze.

"He's my brother"

"Oh!" the teen said as he took a sip from the can of soda that was resting on the table next to him. "Continue".

"Well, I doubt you'd remember him, you were about six last time we visited them, but Ichigo's coming to stay with us for a while."

"A while?" the albino repeated, resting the can on the table once more.

"Yes, until he finishes school" the woman nodded in reply.

"Huh?!" the albino jolted up off the couch, "Wait! You mean he'll be staying with us for two years! Come on lady! I don't even know him and I have to live with the guy for two freakin' years!?"

"Look. Calm down, please," his mother spoke with weary eyes, "Things might not work out and he might go home before then, you never know!"

"That's not the point! Why is he staying with us??" the albino glared at his mother with accusing eyes.

"He's been having a lot of problems lately in his current school." his mother replied simply.

The albino raised an eye-brow with shock, "What sort of 'problems'?"

The woman shook her head, "Isshin won't tell me that, if you really want to know you'll have to ask Ichigo. But remember, he's had a rough time these past few months so don't probe him too hard for answers, okay?"

Her son nodded.

'Problems eh? What kind of problems are so bad that you have to move schools, and not only that but leave your own family too??'

"Anyway," his mother continued, "we're Ichigo's closest relatives, I know! I know! He's coming all the way from Karakura town to stay with us but his father doesn't know what else to do. Plus you and Ichigo were always close when you were little--"

"If we were that 'close' don't you think I would've remembered him after all these years?" the teen asked with a cocky attitude.

"Trust me dear," she said almost too gently as her lips began to curve, "You'll know him when you see him."

The pale skinned sixteen year-old shuddered. Everyone said he had his mother's smile. In actual fact, her's was a thousand times more sickening than his. Why his father had ever found her attractive he would never know.

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The red-haired teenager had never forgotten his cousin Hichigo. Who couldn't forget an albino, clingy, cry-baby with demonic inverted eyes and hawk-like yellow irises. Hichigo was one of the nicest people Ichigo had ever met, even if he did call him 'Strawberry-chan' due to his hair colour and of course the fact that 'ichigo' also meant strawberry.

He fiddled with one of the tight sweatbands that covered his wrists. He exhaled and inhaled deeply as the cab driver drove the vehicle along the smooth roads of his new 'home'.

As he gazed out of the cab window he saw the large buildings of the city centre. Shops, cafes, nightclubs and monuments were littered across the horizontal landscape. Even though Karakura was only a town Ichigo couldn't help but compare the enormous city to the place he was born.

Eventually the cab stopped infront of a street. The traffic buzzed about the city centre around them as Ichigo pulled out his wallet scanning the rows of doors for a metalic '18'. He payed the cab driver and stepped out of the vehicle. As the car drove off into a distant traffic jam Ichigo quietly strolled up the pavement with his heavy rucksack that contained a few belongings slung over his shoulder. In his left hand he held a plastic bag that had some of his little sister's cooking in it, in the other he held a scrap of paper which had his Aunt's address on it that his father had given him:

18 Kuchiki Road

The name instantly reminded him of Rukia, and Rukia then reminded him of......

Shaking his head from the bad memories that haunted him Ichigo looked at each identical terraced house, trying to spot his Aunt's home. He analyzed each number on the doors.....15.....16......17............19....?!

'Hang on! Where's number 18!?!' the eldest Kurosaki thought furiously as he looked where his Aunt's house should be. All that he saw was a dark alleyway in between the two houses. Was number 18 down there?

He shrugged, knowing that the only way to find out was to go down there. He began to walk down the enclosed space when he saw that his suspictions had been right.

At the very end of the alleyway, surrounded in a heavy and dark shadow, was a wooden door with a lope-sided brass number '18'. Ichigo shoved the scrap of paper into his jacket pocket and went towards the door. He hoped this was the right door seeing as he couldn't remember from his last visit ten years ago where the house actually was. As he bit down on his lower lip he knocked gently on the door causing the awful paint job to splinter and peal off onto his knuckles. He soon heard footsteps from inside the house come to the door and his gut clenched in fear of the house being the wrong one. As the door creaked open slowly a woman wearing an apron gradually came into view behind the wooden panel.

There were dark circles etched deeply under her weary topaz eyes. The sleeves of her badly stained blousse were rolled up to her elbows and her ragged ebony hair was scraped back into a limp pony-tail.

At first Ichigo had thought this was indeed the wrong house, his Aunt had always been so happy and care-free, she had aged terribly in the last ten years physically, and if you looked into her eyes you could see that the same was also true for mentally too. Just as Ichigo was contemplating on whether to leave the woman's eyes sparkled with the same light, though it had dulled slightly over time, that his Aunt's had when he had first visited them.

The woman then seemed to be fainting as she collapsed forwards into the sixteen year-old's arms. Ichigo's face was filled with worry as he looked down at the woman who's head was now resting on his shoulder, her feet having still not left the doorstep of the house.

"Ichigo," a weary and gentle voice whispered, "you've...gotten....so...big....I almost...didn't......recognise...you..."

"Obaasan! Are you okay?" he cried out to the woman.

The woman seemed to struggle to lift her head from the teen's shoulder so she stayed put, "I'm fine dear......just........sleepy....".

Ichigo then carefully pushed the woman away from himself but held her up as he stepped through the doorway. He gazed at the woman, her body was straight but her head hung downwards. She'd actually fallen asleep! Ichigo had no idea what to do now, if he let go of her she would fall but how long would be asleep for? As he contemplated these facts he didn't notice the person on the stairs watching him.

"S-Strawberry-chan?! Is that you?!?"

The red-head looked up and his eyes locked with those of his cousin's.

The teen on the stairs had changed dramatically. His jaw and face were less round and his chest and shoulders were much broader than before. Ichigo could see his well sculpted body behind the teen's tightly fitting black T-shirt which had a green 'paint-splattered' effect printed on the fabric. He also wore a pair of black 'skinny' jeans which were held up by a black and white checked belt around his hips. The whole outfit was topped off by a pair of black converses on his feet. His silken skin and spikey hair had however remained consistent and contrasted beautifully with the darkness of his clothes; and his eyes, inverted and horrifying to most, were still full of lustre. The teen was also, of course, so much taller now than when he was six, but Ichigo couldn't tell just how tall he was while he was on the flight of stairs.

Their reunion was cut short by the albino who groaned at the sight of his mother in the red-head's arms. "Leave her, once she's out, she's out." he told Ichigo.

"But she'll fall--"

"Trust me, she won't." the porceline figure interupted him as he strode down the stairs with a menacing glare. Ichigo still felt reluctant to let go of her as his cousin closed the door behind him with a loud 'slam'. The woman didn't even flinch. Ichigo then felt the albino push him away from his Aunt and as his rucksack connected with the wooden panel hard, his grip around the woman slipped, but she still remained standing upright, her head sagging down to the floor and fast asleep.

"Told you so." the albino said matter-of-factly without a trace of childishness in his voice. His hand still gripped Ichigo's shirt as he pulled the teen forwards this time, tearing the rucksack from his back and slamming him straight back into the door.

Ichigo couldn't believe how rough his cousin had become as the albino made his way up the stairs with the rucksack in hand, well it had been ten years after all. Ichigo stood there, dazed and perplexed by Hichigo's change in attitude when suddenly the albino stopped half-way up the stairs and spun around on his heel.

"Are you coming or what?" he snapped.

Ichigo blinked. Then nodded silently as he too began to go up the stairs.

Ichigo recognised slight things around him that told him that this was indeed his Aunt's house, the photographs of his little sisters and him on the walls, when had his father ever sent them? Wedding photos, baby photos, hell, his Aunt loved her digital camera, he remembered her taking pictures of him and her son constantly during their stay, he even found a few on the walls making his cheeks glow a light pink.

When the pair arrived on the landing there were two doors either side of them. Hichigo turned right and needlessly kicked the one in front of him open. As he entered the room Ichigo followed.

The walls of the room were covered in posters, newspaper-clippings, magazine articles and post-cards. There was also a C.D player and a laptop on a desk in the corner of the room and infront of them there was an un-made bed with a black metal frame at the top where the pillow should have been, but instead it layed lazily at the bottom of the bed. There was no duvet or sheets, just a bare mattress and the pillow. Opposite that bed there was a camper bed with the sheets resting on the mattress waiting to be made. There was also a small chest of draws that was overflowing with clothes. The room was hardy neat and it had 'Hichigo' labled all over it but it was better than nothing.

Hichigo walked over to the bed, leaving Ichigo in the doorway of the room. He dropped the rucksack at the edge of the bed and began to make the bed.

"No. I can do it." Ichigo said taking a step towards him.

The albino looked up with a raised eye-brow, "No need to get on your knees and beg King."

Ichigo flinched at the nick-name. "What have I told you about calling me that?" he murmered, almost growling.

"What have told you about me being a worthless piece of shit?" Hichigo asked simply eyes on the bed.

"You're not--!"

Hichigo raised a hand to silence him and stood straight, smiling crookedly. "'In comparrison to his Lordship', I thought we agreed on that."

Ichigo stayed silent, he hated to admit it but the albino had complete control over him. He could play and toy with Ichigo's will power all he wanted, eventually in would bend, or break. That was Hichigo's...'gift'. That smile always did something to Ichigo, and Hichigo knew it.

"Aw, com' on Ichi!" he said as he strode over a ruffled the red-head's hair. "Sorry, I pulled out that smile didn't I?" his tone was mocking and his smile was wider than ever, but Ichigo knew what he said was true, simply because Hichigo didn't say 'sorry'. "Do you forgive me?" he whispered into the boy's ear before quickly brushing his lips against his cheek. Ichigo backed away and rubbed his cheek.

"You haven't changed, have you, Hichigo?" his voice, flat. It wasn't a question.

His smile widened yet again doubling in size, "Niether have you Strawberry-chan."

Ichigo frowned, "Don't call me that."

"Okay! Okay!" he vowed his hands held above his head, "Strawberry-tan"

The red-head lunged at him, "That's even worse you bastard! Take it back!"

The albino began to laugh hysterically as he was pushed down onto the camper bed. The springs screeched loudly but were still drowned out by the high-pitched giggles. Ichigo was on top of Hichigo, holding the sixteen year-old down by his wrists. The red-head let go of one of the other's wrists and balled the fingers into a fist and readied himself to pound the sniggering teen to death.

But then Hichigo's smile dropped. Using the freed hand he gently stroked his cousin's cheek. Ichigo froze.

"Sorry Ichi" he murmered childishly mimicking almost exactly the way he had spoken when Ichigo had last visited.

Ichigo's fist shook, but in soon relaxed and fell onto the bed next to the albino's face. His kept his head low and hidden from Hichigo. He was so weak.

After a few minutes of Hichigo stroking Ichigo silently the albino let his hand drop beside him and he gazed at his cousin.

"Nice position" he murmered but the red-head heard and tried to get off the bed. Hichigo sniggered and wrapped his arms around his cousin, pulling him down with him. He soon began to run his fingers through the orange hair, inhaling the smell of his cousin's skin.

"I've got to put my stuff away" Ichigo moaned, not wanting the albino to become too attached to him.

"Tough, I want you to stay here." the albino replied stubbornly.

"But surely there's something you need to do too?" Ichigo said almost begging.

The albino shot up as if he had just had an electric shock.

"Shit!" he cursed.

The red-head looked up at him still being encaged by the porceline arms. "I'm right aren't I?" he grinned. The albino ignored him but let go of him as he gazed up at the clock on the wall.

"Shit!" he cursed again.

"You supposed to be somewhere?" the red-head asked seriously worried that it could be serious.

The albino looked at him, "Yeah, I am, but my mum said not to leave you because...." his voice trailed off. What was he saying?! He could have just nearly hit a bomb-shell! He could have just made things worse for Ichigo!

"Would it be easier for you if I just came with you then?" he asked smiling brightly.

The albino blinked at the usually scowling teen. 'Shit! I just a landmine! I just know it!'

"Yeah, sure.....um...if you'd like..."

Ichigo nodded effusively, "Yep! Sure! Where we going?"

'I knew it, I've just totally killed Ichigo....'

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It's kinda short.....^^' oh well! It's okay! =_= I'll write the next chap. as soon as possible for you and I'm not sure when the GrimmIchi will be starting up and sorry for any OOCness!! I tried my best honest!!