Ichigo's POV

I never really believed in a thing called Jesus Christ, God, Buddha…or whatever they were called. What I did believe in was a Hell, and that's exactly what I'm in, living in. A Hell…where demons roam, any type anyone can name, it's got it.

Cat demons, witches, warlocks, devils, skeleton slaves, skeleton warriors, flesh corrupted hound dogs, warped beings that were once living among the human race until 'that time', the time when their true form begins to consume their once human state…the only beings anyone doesn't know of down there is the race with a lust for blood, yes, blood.

My race…vampires.

Sure, our skin is the color of pure snow, and we hunger for blood, but we look completely human to those around us, venturing in the morning when needed, when the baby vamps need food until it begins to taste bittersweet, then like chewing sand. Until they feel the hormonal need to suck blood from certain individuals.

Of course, that's the 'coming of age' that only happens at my age, fifteen. But the sun still doesn't hurt me at all, only gives me a migraine, my psycho father always telling me to stay indoors when it's sunny. But, I just ignore him, since my two young sisters are still learning about what to do when that certain situation comes up when their identity is exposed.

"Hey, Ichigo," a steady, not to mention demanding, voice calls up to me, making me lean to the side on my bed, still resisting the coffin father insists on me sleeping in, "school's about to start, you might wanna hurry up."

"I'll be down in a minute, Karin," I call back with an edge to my tone. Her shoulder-length dark hair pulled back into a tight ponytail, wearing black clothes with lace, deep crimson lace. I shut my chocolate orbs as she walks off, shaking my head. "She's not even at that stage yet, and she's already dressing like a full-bred."

Me, I liked the simple clothing demands, slim clothes, ones that hug my form. On the weekends I'll wear that black lacy stuff, but at school, I only wear the glove ones, and easily get away with it, since the teachers, straight, bi, and homo find it sexy.

Reopening my eyes, I slowly place my lightly tanned feet onto the ground, knowing this would be possibly the last time I'd be able to face the sun and school altogether, then lurking at night to pick up some random chick or dude to suck the crimson liquid out of. Not that I minded, I didn't have that many friends to begin with.

Pulling on the white long-sleeved, special-ordered, uniform shirt, I slip my new deep navy gloves, banded on the fingers and up to the elbow with black, completely see-through. Lifting a clean pair of beige pants, yanking them on over my clean boxers.

I don't bother getting food, since it began tasting like sand about a month ago, Yuzu deeply disappointed after I informed everyone about it when it took place after school.

"See you later," I sighed, walking out with my black sweater on, hood placed atop my orange hair, gravity-defying…and annoying when people ganged up on me. Looking forward, I quickly picked up the pace, seeming like a blur to the humans that caught a glance of me. "I'm sick and tired of the damn sun."

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I reached school a little too early, but hey…no one cared, I wasn't that friendly with anyone anyway. Actually…I ignored them, and most of them left, while a handful kept yapping until I walked away.

"Uh, excuse me…"

Today seemed to be one of those days, I guess. I sigh and turn, expecting to see one of those unpopular kids trying to hang with me, thinking I was the coolest thing on campus. Blinking, I was quite shocked that I had to look up a bit to see a teenager with blazing red hair standing before me. The strands were long, I could tell, since his hair was tied back behind his head, reminding me of a pineapple, baggy camouflage shirt on him as well as skintight black leather jeans, dirty sneakers to boot. I gazed back up to his face, seeing that he had tattoos that replaced his eyebrows, zig-zags. A deep blue bandana tied around his pale forehead. Whoa…I swear that I have never seen this kid before.

"Hi, I'm Abarai Renji," he spoke, scratching the back of his head, a ripped up black backpack resting on his shoulder, a one-strap one, like the one everyone else has. "I'm kinda…new here…and was wondering if ya could, ya know, show me around since no one else is around?"

Rock star-like voice. And I blinked, feeling the non-existent blood and urge within me rush throughout my system, making me turn into stone, but I quickly recovered and nodded, receiving a confused look from this 'Abarai Renji' guy.

"Kurosaki Ichigo," I sigh, turning and walking briskly into the building, hearing the pitter-patters of his footsteps chasing after me, causing a smirk to cross my pale lips, looking up with auburn eyes, pointing to my left once I stopped. "History and Science is the next door down."

"Right…got it," Renji complies, truly understanding what I'm saying, unlike most people, who usually just stare at me while I point out things.

I even have a fan-club for fuck's sake.

I glance over my shoulder to see the tall pineapple-head looking around with wandering reddish-brown eyes, seeing amazement written all over them as I blink, feeling the rush reemerge, causing me to suddenly hunch over, coughing violently, shuddering as I hear Renji's sneakers screech against the tiled ground as he rushes towards me. Oh…shit.

Renji's POV

I blinked from shock when I heard Ichigo cough, returning my attention to him, thinking he thought I was being rude not listening to him, only to bite back a gasp once I heard the coughing become more frequent and him hunching over. My first reaction was shock, until I was able to move, dashing over to him with wide eyes.

Once I reach him, he fell back, his back colliding with my chest as I place my hands on his white fabric covered arms, blinking as I noticed that his skin had paled drastically, almost albino, his hood down, revealing spiky orange hair.

His lips were parted and heavy breaths were released as quick breaths were taken. This was weird, the weirdest thing I've ever experienced. W-what if he was having a seizure or something?! I wouldn't know what to do!!

I shook him a bit, feeling him shift, relief washing over me as I released the breath I hadn't realized I was holding. "Ya all right, Ichigo?" I asked, a slight tremor to my tone, but complete relief was in position, and I think he could tell, since he slowly reopened his eyes, looking more like a brownish-gold than the chocolate ones I saw earlier. "Ya gave me quite a scare, man."

He lifted his left hand, resting it over his face, blinking and the eye color going back to normal in an instant, making me question my sanity. Lowering his hand, Ichigo slowly stood up, pushing off me with a groan, shaking his bright colored hair that complimented his bronze skin. Kinda makes me wonder if he had too much sun this morning before I came along.

"Sorry, I just didn't feel well," he apologized, looking over at me with an apologetic smile, one that made his face more gorgeous. I blinked, wondering how I could think I guy was beautiful…I don't like guys, but this Kurosaki Ichigo…has a certain glow around him. "Perhaps we should continue the tour?" The bright haired teen lifted a hand, gesturing it down the dank halls, which caused me to nod without my knowing, seeing the smile vanish with a scowl.

Maybe that was the look he adopted, I didn't recall seeing him having any friends. And if he didn't, I couldn't tell why. His smile would brighten anyone's day, I'm pretty damn sure, and his voice was steady, velvet-like as well.

"Hey, I always look like this," Ichigo commented while rolling his caramel eyes, "don't worry about it."

"I won't…" I mutter, scanning him over, seeing that he was wearing fingerless gloves, yet the uniform over it, but…I didn't recall seeing long-sleeved shirts in the advertisement. "So, Ichigo…how long have you been here…in Karakura, I mean," If curiosity could kill a human, I'm sure I'd be the first target, since he whipped around, glaring at me for a second until I noticed him take in a long breath, releasing it as if calming down, "look, if I'm pissin' ya off, just say so."

"No…you're not," he breathed out, his brows relaxing, "I'm just not used to this many questions, since no one actually talks to me."

"That's kinda hard t' believe," My reddish-brown eyes flickered in confidence, "you're…the calmest guy I've met so far, and although…you're a little edgy, I like ya," Receiving a questioning look, I quickly raised my right hand up, "n-not in that sense. Just like…well…like I wanna be your friend."

I noted that his face dawned with life for once during my tour, his brown eyes widening as his lips twitched into a half-hearted smile, as though he hadn't dealt with human emotions before.

"All right, I get where you're coming from," he chuckled, shoving his hands into his pockets while tilting his head to the side, a satisfying crack echoing throughout the empty halls, making me cringe as I raise my shoulders up, "I guess we can be friends."

My eyes brightened, lowering my shoulders as I closed my eyes, seeing the sun seep through the window across from the teenager, walking toward him, the tanned color returning to his skin, yet once I reached him, he quickly leapt back from the sun's light, and a crude scent reached my nose. I can almost swear that once the beam of light touched his skin, it began to sizzle.

"Uh…I don't really like the sun that much," Kurosaki chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck, "'cause it's too bright for my tastes."

I blinked from confusion, seeing longing flashing through his eyes as he gazed towards the window with those auburn eyes, a sad longing as he slowly stepped back into the shadows, causing me to walk up to him, until his back hit a locker, looking down on him with demanding eyes.

"What do ya mean 'too bright'? It's only a little light, Ichigo," I frowned, crossing my arms as he looked down on the ground, glaring at it until he lifted his head, my eyes widening once I noticed that his canines were longer than mine, than anyone's. "Ya…look kinda sick Ichigo…ya look really pale," His eyes diluted as well, brows furrowed as he glared at me, "are ya bipolar or somethin'?"

"I just don't feel good, Renji," he breathed, looking me straight in the eyes with his wide pupils, making my determination falter as I backed up slightly, allowing him to run off, yet I quickly shot my left arm out, coiling my fingers around an ice-cold wrist, making Ichigo look back at me with wide eyes, as though expecting I just let him go. "All right, I'll be friends with you, but I have to go!!" Sighing, I released the cold epidermis, watching his retreating back while he ran, dodging the sunlight as skillfully as I could grin, which happened a lot.

A/N: I have no idea how this came up, I was just suddenly inspired by playing one of my Video Games and just began typing. This is what came out, and all in first person...hopefully I can keep it up, I was never good with first person in the first place. Please review.