Okay, this is my first fan fiction. I hope this story becomes a success. Readers, I hope you'll enjoy the story, well, at least chapter one though... If I made a grammar, punctuation, or a spelling error, then... (sloth places its face onto the monitor) I'M SORRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYY!! (Coughs) Sorry about that. Well enough of my talking!

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, but if I did, I would make Aizen be haunted by evil yokais until he finally commits suicide and that Ichimaru-kun and Matsumoto-chan would be together forever! I also don't own Shonen Jump.

Now, onto chapter one!

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Hold Me and Never Let Go

Chapter One

Hold Me and Never Let go

"So, I'll see you tonight!"

I waved goodbye to a boy that I had just flirted with. When he was out of sight, a throng of boys came running down the hallway's set of periwinkle concrete stair. Bursting into nose bleeds, they adored me with delight.

"Rangiku-chan! You're so beautiful!"

"After you're through with your date, could you date me then?"

"Rangiku-chan! I… I… bought you a rose!"

"You're so much prettier than Momo-chan!"

I smiled, satisfied of their words. I began to hit on a shinigami that was not involved in the crowd, who was reading manga magazine that has long red hair tied into a pony tail. I conned, "Hey there, hot stuff."

Renji-kun took his eyes off of the magazine. He scorned, "Rangiku-chan, when will you realize that I will never ever fall for you?"

"Not even when I use this voice?" I asked in a childish tone of voice.

He looked away, turning red. "No," he answered, "not even in that tone of voice."

All of the rest of the shinigamis chimed in, "Don't hide the fact that you love her! You should be grateful that you're allowed to see her."

Annoyed, Renji-kun sighed, "Look. I don't like her, got it?"

"Quit hiding the truth," replied the crowd.

"If you're all going to annoy me," Renji-kun announced as he placed his copy of the Shonen Jump into his locker, "then I'm leaving!" He Began to climb the stairs.

"Poor guy," admitted a boy, "He could've been blessed like us..."

"Rangiku-chan," came in a voice, "what are you doing?" All eyes turned toward the voice. It was none other than Hitsugaya Toshiro.

I laughed and gave away my most childish smile, "I'm just flirting!"

"Again?" he questioned.

"Yeah, so?"

I turn to see my crowd bowed in departure, "Ja mata, Rangiku-chan!"

I waved goodbye, "Ja mata!" Toshiro-kun looked as if he woke on the wrong side of his bed. I asked eagerly, "What do you want?"

"Did you finish the rest of our essay on environmental damage?"

"Ah! Hai! I did!" I answered as I gave him a folded piece of paper. He began to unfold it. I smiled in delight, hoping to see a predictable look on his face.

He gave me a shocked look on his face. He glared at me, "Why is th essay all about bra cup sizes?" I laughed hysterically. He crumbled my messed up essay, sighing, "Such a good thing I made my own essay just in case."

I stuck my tongue at him, giggling, "That's for not letting me go to Kiramaru's Bar!"

"You're too young to drink, Rangiku-chan. Does anyone know that you drink?"

I began to think, "Hmmm... I believe no one knows."

Toshiro-kun shook his head in disagreement. He warned me, "Drugs aren't going to do any good for you... Now c'mon, we need to get to class."

I skipped beside him, laughing happily yet childish, "Hai, chibi sir!"

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"Can't believe we got an 'A+'!" I exclaimed in happiness while we climb down the stairs together.

Toshiro-kun grunted, "You should be grateful that I put all my effort and my free time on our project. If I didn't do it, no one would've."

I chuckled, "And that's why I rely on you, chibi!"

Ticked, he sighed, "Don't call me 'chibi',"

Now playing with his hair, I admitted, "Well, you're really really SMALL!"

"Why do I sense some blood lust is about to happen?"

"What? Did I said something offending?"

He shrugged, "Forget it." He headed for his locker. He turned his combination lock around three times and pulled it open. Without saying anything, he waved me goodbye. I guess no goodbye from him for me, I thought to myself.

As I began walking towards Pre-Calculus, I pulled out my MP3 from my skirt's pocket. I sang as I listened to one of my favorite songs. Without knowing, I walked off the stairs I was on. My textbooks crashed to the floor first, then my MP3, last, me. I screamed as I came crashing down, that is, until someone saved me from all the bruises that I would've gotten. I looked up to see who it was who saved my precious life. It was Ichimaru-san.

He placed me down onto the ground. He sighed in relief, "Thank goodness I was here, or what would've happen to you if no one else was here?" He turned to see his friend, "Tousen-kun, could you pick up her books?"

Tousen-san, his blind friend answered, "You don't even have to ask me that. I'm already am."

Ichimaru-san smiled, "Alright then! Now," he faced me, eye to eye, "Next time, watch where you're going, kay?" I nodded, blushing. "Good!" Tousen-san handed me my textbooks and my still-in-shape MP3. I got up from the cold concrete floor, trying to get back into my broken balance. He bowed and waved, "Sayonora, Matsumoto-chan!" They began to disappear from my sight.

My eyes focused onto the side of the floor that Ichimaru-san had stood on. My heart thumped loudly and faster than ever before. I stood there, forgetting about 5th period. All I could do was think. Think about that smile of your. I just want you to hold me and never let go...

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Please review and tell me what you think on my story, please? Please do for the sloth's sake! (Note: I call myself a sloth).

Don't worry for those who likes it! I'll be starting on Ch 2!