First fic. This is HichixIchi. Lol, don't judge me.

I don't own Bleach and if I did, I would do horrible, unspeakable things to humiliate those characters.

Enjoy.

Ichigo Kurosaki hardly knew what he was getting into when he moved from his hometown to some other place called Karakura Town. When they had arrived, he stumbled out of the car with a scowl to his sister, who tripped him.

Ichigo was one of those 'punks' you see in school that you assume listens to heavy metal music and hates their life. No, he just liked the style. Currently, he sported a normal black shirt that fit to his muscles rather nicely and ripped skinny jeans that didn't squeeze his balls to death like most of the others other people wore.

His father approached him with a smile beaming on his bearded face, and held up a paper in front of Ichigo. Ichigo smirked, making out the school plastered on the front of it, not bothering to read the name. It looked too..perfect.

"What is this?" Ichigo sounded annoyed.

"Why, your new school son! What kind of father would I be if I sent you to some public school?"

"No, Dad. Not going." he walked past his father, who spun around with his jaw dropped.

"What? Why?"

"Not wearing a uniform just to go to a bitchy school."

With that, he slammed the door in his fathers face. Ichigo got what he wanted most of the time in the school department. His Dad hardly cared about his grades, saying 'Kids should focus more on partying instead of grades' or something like that. Ichigo slumped up to his room and threw his bag of clothes on top of his new mattress.

His phone vibrated, and he reached into his backpocket to see who had texted him, since usually his phone would ring if he got a call. He opened it up to see that his old friend Chad had texted him. 'Wats up?' He has such an amazing spelling talent.

'Nothing much. Just moved in. Talk to me later, okay?' Ichigo typed the numbers while hugging a pillow to his chest.

The phone vibrated again a few minutes later and the message said, 'Okay..'

Ichigo threw his phone to the far end of his bed, and he hugged the small pillow tighter. In that time, it seemed like all his troubled would be gone, but he knew it was only beginning. He would pretend his two sisters weren't beating on his door at the moment.. Sleep..

Ichigo awoke the next morning, not at all pleased he had slept the entire rest of the day. So pretty much, all of his stuff was still packed and his room looked dull. What an excitement to wake up to. He yelped as there was a roar on the other side of his door, and then an indention showed up on his side. Ichigo fumed for a moment.

"Dad! WE HAVE DISCUSSED THIS!"

His father only replied with a quick 'Haha!' and scurried off somewhere. Ichigo climbed out of bed and looked into his bathroom mirror, which already occupied the wall before they moved in. He looked okay, despite his hair being a mess.

He took hold of a dryer, and blew it on his hair for a moment or two, before it bounced back into place. It spiked in several directions and was a rich orange color. Kids thought he bleached it, but he assures its natural.

The boy decided to not change his clothes, since they were practically clean anyways. With this, he grabbed his messenger bag, which had a strange looking skull-type symbol on it, and made for downstairs.

When he reached his family, his two sisters were busy eating and his Dad spun around upon his arrival. He pointed an accusing finger at Ichigo.

"Ah-ha! Why did you put a dent in your door?!"

"Are you serious?! THAT WAS YOU!"

Ichigo proceeded to throw something at his father, but he had already walked out the door, laughing as he did so. Ichigo grumbled, adjusting his shoulder strap, and continued to follow. Looks like he would be walking to school. Yay.

As he walked among the perfect street and the perfect row of houses he noticed something...they all looked the same. He was so busy in his scoffing, he didn't notice a girl come up next to him. He jumped when he finally noticed her, and clutched a hand to his chest.

"Wha? DON'T SCARE ME LIKE THAT!"

"Sorrysorrysorry! I just hadn't seen you before and you know..curiosity and all.."

He stopped to take in her appearance. Her hair seemed sort of perfect. Black. How original. It went only to her shoulders and she wore a skirt with a normal looking button up shirt. As he was looking her over, he saw a hand jut out and offer itself to him.

"So hi! My name is Rukia Kuchiki!"

"Ichigo Kurosaki.. I'm guessing your going to the same school as me?" he took her hand and shook it.

"Yes. Karakura High. That school sure has it some rebels.."

"Really now? You popular?"

"U-uh..no..sort of. The school has a lot of people. Lot of STRANGE people. Sad to say, I know most of them."

He nodded, and left it at that as they started to walk up to the school. His mouth would have dropped if he wouldn't have noticed it wanting to. Kids poured out the entrance and cars lined up along the parking zones, honking impatiently for their space. He seemed startled as a redhead walked up to he and Rukia with a smirk.

The redhead's hair was pulled back, to which the ponytail itself spiked in different directions. All over his face were tribal looking tattoo's and some snaked down his shirt, he could see. This boy's clothing style was like Ichigo's, which suited him well since his hair was bright red. He obviously noticed Ichigo's surveying of him, and waved a hand in front of his face.

"Right here, yo. The name is Renji. Renji Abarai. Rukia's friend since Kindergarten."

"Ichigo Kurosaki. Just moved here."

Renji nodded, and engaged in conversation with Rukia. Ichigo waited for them to continue walking to school, when he noticed a very pale individual walk up to the Highschool. His hair was white and his skin was pretty much the same. His eyes were bright yellow and a seducing smile was plastered to his face. And if you compare..he looked shockingly like Ichigo. Could be his twin. But his clothing style was different. He wore a black leather jacket, and a black loose shirt underneath with the classical anarchy sign in the middle of it. His pants were baggy and he had a pack of cigarettes dangerously leaning out of one of his pockets.

The boy stopped swaggering for a moment, and brushed his snow white hair back with his hand. Oh my, his fingernails were painted black. As Ichigo drooled over this boys appearance, the teen happened to look back when he was pushing back his hair and noticed Ichigo with that almost maniacal smile of his. Ichigo noticed that he noticed as well and blushed a deep red, not knowing Rukia was asking him what was wrong at the moment. All he could focus on was that albino who just winked at him and licked his lips before entering the school.

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