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Mahou Sensei…Toshiro?

Yesterday was a bust… the young boy thought glumly. For years on end, he had endured some of the harshest training anyone ever could have given, and he passed every test and obstacle that was presented. In fact, he graduated the Academy with the highest grades, especially in the subject of ice magic. No one was more powerful amongst his class…and he was proud of that.

Still, graduating and getting good grades wasn't enough to be considered a full fledged Shinigami. He would have to prove himself in the real world; an assignment that would take him undercover amongst regular people…

It was a long train ride towards his assignment, and the silver haired boy was already exhausted from traveling through the senkaimon. The soft ringing of the train doors opening did little to stir him, but the waves of screaming girls managed to do the job. Shocked out of his slumber, he saw the tidal surge of uniformed mayhem sweep out of the train, leaving the car empty. Realizing his stop, he barely had enough time to jump out, just as the rubber edged doors closed on him.

He could remember running, since Shunpo would be out of the question…he had to keep his identity a secret. He was too enthralled about the consequences of discovery, that it was inevitable to crash into the person in front of him.

"Oh, you ok, Rukia-chan?" An auburn haired girl wearing roller skates gently glided towards the person-to-person collision, and she gently helped up the 'crashee'. "Are you lost little boy?" She bent down slightly towards the strangely haired boy, and managed to take him by surprise from her face proximity.

"Waah!" he yelped uncharacteristically of himself, but the girl's face was too close for his comfort. "S-sorry…" he murmured, and tried not to attract any more unnecessary attention.

Three heavy bells began to sing out into the distance, most likely coming from the huge building that sat a sheer distance away from the three. "Oh no, Orihime-chan, we're gonna be late!!" The raven haired girl exclaimed and immediately followed the now dwindled crowd of girls towards the building.

"You probably got off at the wrong stop," the auburn haired girl giggled, "This is the girl's high school…you need to go two more stops before you reach the elementary school!" After making two more orbits around the boy, she carelessly rode off after her friend, zig-zagging to and fro.

"Hey Snowy…what are you doing sitting around out there?" Glancing towards an open window, the white haired boy smiled for the first time in a while. Finally, a familiar face…


"Where the heck's this guy supposed to be, anyways?" The raven haired Rukia panted as she leaned against the door; they barely made it before they locked the school gates. She continued to grumble while her friend busily replaced her roller skates with her uniform shoes, walking along as she did so. "I mean, Kurosaki-sensei couldn't possibly have been serious about sending me to greet his replacement…what's up with that?"

"Maybe because Kurosaki-sensei was tired of your pestering all the time…" Orihime tittered slightly at the risky joke. Sighing in relief from being spared her friend's wrath, they pushed through one door in particular and entered what most would have remarked as 'Chaos.'

Several high pitched voices could be heard, chattering away from inside. Laughter followed some, while the muffled screeches of furniture against the floor did nothing to change Rukia's mood. Upon opening the door, the two were more than ready for the craziness of the Junior High School girls inside. In fact, they were pretty much desensitized to a point where it was for the lack of a better word, normal.

Brightly lit by the several large windows that opened the room to the courtyard below, was an army of desks lined up in a precise order—four lengthwise and five by width. Only few of the students were actually sitting at their seats, while the rest were leaning on their desks, sitting in clusters with other girls, or just standing around. It being an All-Girl's school, the class reflected just that—all girls. Despite what most stereotypes (or creepy older men think for that matter) usually say about the Japanese school system, this is one classroom that didn't fit the definition of 'well behaved.'

Especially since the teacher was late, anyways.


Two well dressed men in suits walked down the school corridors—empty of students as it was, since class had begun at the bell. What distinguished the two men was not any lewd behavior, or raucous laughter, no. It was simply their hair.

Toshiro, being the shorter of the two, paid no mind to the several quips and jokes about his snow white hair of which the taller one continued to throw out, as if he had written a book and waited specifically for his arrival to read it aloud. Of course, Toshiro paid no mind as long as he was able to comment on the orange haired man walking aside him. To think, before his arrival, Ichigo Kurosaki was considered to be the youngest teacher on campus. And to tell the truth, the youngest before him is in his late thirties.

"So, Hitsuyuga-sensei…never thought I'd see that happen…" the man joked openly. "How've you been, kid?"

Keeping a stoic face now, he was too enthralled of the horror stories the Orange Haired man had written about teaching in a facility such as this. "One hint of weakness…" His narrative voice echoed, "…and they'll jump on you like there's no tomorrow…"

"Come on, Shiro-kun…" Ichigo brushed a hand through his hair, "It's really not as bad as I made it…" He stopped in front of one door in particular, under the sign 'Class 3-A.' "I'd be more than willing to help you on your first day, but I have a class to run…" Stuffing his hands into his pockets, Ichigo smirked to the younger boy.

"Just a greenhorn…' Is what Ikkaku-sensei would've said about this..." Ichigo plainly thought. "But if you need the help, Unohana-sensei is the one you should call." Tilting his head slightly, Tohirou found it strange that his eyes were focused past him, as if someone were behind him. And so, in turning around, the boy managed to lodge himself amidst the soft silken blouse, and looked up awkwardly at the dark haired woman who smiled back.

"Hello. You must be the famed Toshiro." She said softly. Dumbfounded, he simply stared blankly up to the taller woman, that is, until she moved towards the doorknob.

"S-soft…" Toshiro mindlessly commented on the blouse brushing against his cheek.

Looking down the hall at the Orange haired man, she cleared her throat softly, and the volume of her dulcet voice caught Toshiro by surprise. "Kurosaki-sensei, weren't you supposed to give Toshiro-kun something?"

Suddenly halting, Ichigo walked back; an embarrassed yet calm smile on his face. Halting in front of the smaller white haired boy, he handed Toshiro a thin book. "Oh. Uh, by the way, the dean wanted you have this." Handing over a small book, he chuckled a bit, before rushing back down the hall from whence he was heading. "Good luck, Snowy."

Blinking once, and then twice, he stared at the dull brown cover of the book inquisitively, causing the woman next to him to laugh slightly. "That's your student list" she dutifully explained.

Once his proverbial 'Hamster Wheel' began to turn, he opened the cover, and sifted through the pages with inner amazement, while on the outside, his eyes widened in interest. "So…the students, huh? Names, hobbies…"

"Well, I believe that it's time for your class to start, Hitsyugaya-sensei." She turned the doorknob, and in a rush of light and sound, chairs scratched against the floor, and several female voices gasped towards the two standing at the doorway.

"You!!" Both Rukia and Toshiro exclaimed at each other.


Some words from the Typewriter

Alert system much?

So I have finals coming up, and with exception to this here little fic-cy, I probably won't be able to get started on a new fic (or actually start working on a new chapter for an existing one) until mid-may. So, who know's when the next time I'll be able to post...ya'll have patience, so I know it cool...

Along the lines of my other story, Ichigo, this was my version of a cross-over fic. I figured that I needed a break from the crazy/drama/action fic ideas that I had, so what's better than having it meshed up with Mahou Sensei Negima? Just try to guess which Bleach characters I'm going to involve...

Of course, I'll get back to Stranger than Fanfiction as soon as possible, and thanks for reading!

...legalites...

-Based on the works of Tite Kubo and Ken Akamatsu

-In order to keep Bleach character personalites (somewhat) in tact, I had to mess around with the character relationships found in Negima!