Kay so this is my first story like ever, i can't say its all that, but its a start. This will be a pretty long series i think. I hope i'll be able to upload enough for your liking, but i don't really have alot of time after during the day. Right after school i have basketball so i got home later in the evening. I hope this isn't to short. Okay i'm done talking. Oh yeah. I dont own bleach or the people in it. Obviously. I don't think i would be writing on if i were the actual writer.

oh yes, and i'm not going to use the honorifics and what not. I'm really bad at that. So if you really want them there, you can say it in yor head.

SUMMARY

Kiesha Shimizu is a normal girl...on the outside. But when you look into her life, you realize it's pretty hectic. She just moved to Japan from America and was not at all ecxited. but She ended up making alot of new friends and everything goes well, until she falls in love. Renji Abarai is a normal highschool guy, actually he's not at all. He has a hidden passed that he's ashamed of, and now the new girl, for some reason, makes him keep thinking of it. What is it about her that sparks the painful memory? What could happen between them?....Main pairing:OC/Renj. side pairings: Rukia/Ichigo, Hinamori/Toshiro, and maybe more.

this type of writing means thinking

this means there talking in english

normal means there talking in Japanese.

#1: Japan is alot different from America

I glared at myself in the mirror. I was wearing a gray blazer with red pockets and a giant red bow at the collar. The skirt was also gray and very short and the socks came up close to my knees. The shoes I was wearing were black and uncomfortable, and made my feet look twice the size they actually were. I looked at myself from the front, the back, and even the side, but every way I looked at it I still seemed ridicules. I groaned in defeat. I wasn't used to wearing a school uniform, since my school before was a public school in America.

My family and I had just recently moved to Japan for my dads work. We have bee here for a couple weeks now and were still trying to get settled. Although my dad was excited, since he is Japanese and it's like coming home for him, the rest of us are still skeptical.

I messed with the giant red bow, "I miss America." I mumbled, looking down at my feet.

"Hurry honey or you'll be late for your first day of school." Came my moms startling voice behind me. I jumped high into the air in shock and swiveled around to see my moms tall skinny body leaned in the doorway of my room. She wore a pair of loose fitting sweat pants that hung at her curves and a small black T-shirt that said Rock On in big bold white letters. Her dark chocolate skin shimmered in the light of my room. Her wavy dark brown hair was pulled up in a messy bun revealing her clean cut beautiful face that I envied so much.

I grabbed my heart. "You just scared the crap out of me mom." I gasped.

"Hurry and come down to eat." She said in rough Japanese I could barely make out.

"I though you said you took Japanese lessons?" I questioned in practically perfect Japanese.

"I did." She said, her eyes narrowing.

I snickered, "You need to go back."

Her glare deepened, "hurry down stairs and eat." She hissed through her teeth as she quickly exited the room.

I laughed for a solid five second until I realized I really had to get going.

I rushed to my cluttered desk and pulled my bag off the back of the chair. I swung it over my shoulders and made my way out of the room. I walked through the narrow doorway of my bedroom, not paying attention to where I was going. Next thing I knew, I smacked right into what felt like a brick wall.

I shook my head and looked up to see my big built brother standing there looking down at me in shock as I sat on the floor from the impact. He was wearing his gray school uniform. The top had a standing collar buttoned up from bottom to top. The pants were straight legged and he wore a pair of black sneakers. My mom had bought him a pair of penny loafers but he refused to wear them. He looked extremely…military and clean. I couldn't help cracking up, His usual outfits would consist of baggy pants, extra extra large shirts, Nike Dunks, and the occasional baseball hat turned backwards. My laughing increased as his eye started to twitch in fury. The thing to know about my brother is that he is VERY big, VERY muscular, and has a VERY short temper. but i guess i shouldn't talk when it comes to short tempers.

His face was suddenly inches away from mine, causing my laughter to seize immediately. "Kiesha, I suggest you close your mouth." His toothpaste breath wafted onto my face. He gave me a look that would make Shaquille O'Neil quiver. (Shaquille O'Neil is a very big NBA star. If you don't know who he is you can google it. ) "Before I super glue it shut." I gulped. He stood up and started down stairs. I sat there until he was already gone before I got up and went downstairs too.

I sat down at my seat by my brother where my cereal and Orange juice already waited. My dad sat at the end of the table reading the newspaper. When he heard us sit down he looked up from his paper with excitement, his squinty eyes growing wider.

"Well don't you guys just look great in your new uniforms." He grinned with glee. He was smiling so largely that his eyes closed.

"Oh yeah." I muttered sarcastically, "We look hot."

My dad opened his mouth to speak but my mom came rushing into the room. "You guys, remember we all have to speak in Japanese so we can get better." Her whiney voice echoed across the kitchen. We could barely understand what she said.

"I don't need to get better honey." My dad reminded her, "I've spoken Japanese my whole life."

My mom rolled her eyes. "Maybe I'm not just talking about you. The children and I still need to practice."

We stared at her with blank expressions. "What?" We all asked in unison, not understanding a word that came out of her mouth.

She sighed and leaned against the counter. "Never mind." She mumbled in English, "You guys talk in Japanese and I'll go take more lessons."

"Please do." My brother mumbled to my right.

My mom sent him a death glare and he just rolled his eyes. No one could give a death glare like him.

I finished my breakfast and put the plates in the sink. "Okay I'm going." I said as I made my way to the door.

"Aren't you going with your brother?" My mom asked.

I looked over at him. He sat there slowly taking small bites of his cereal. His blank expression staring out at nothing. "Um…he's taking to long. I'll just go ahead." I lied. I really just didn't want to be alone with him.

"Denzel," My mom said, turning her attention to him. "Finish your food so you can go with your sister." He looked up at my mom and then glared at me. He didn't like to be rushed.

"It's fine mom. Let the boy eat." I told her with a weak smile. I could still feel his glare on me even after I turned around and left the house.

" Okay." I sighed as I made my way down the street. "Next stop, Seireitei high."

My homeroom hadn't been too hard to find. Actually it surprisingly took only a few minutes. I was still late though, since when I finally made it too school, the first bell already rang. I was thankful though that my brother would be more late then me.

I sighed as my hand rested on the doorknob of room 114B ready to open it. I closed my eyes and slowly creaked it open.

To my happiness, it seemed class hadn't started yet. The teacher was still sitting at his desk.

He was leaned back in his chair focused in his book. When I came in he looked up. The teacher looked in his mid thirties and had long dark brown hair pulled back in a pony tail. His nose was pointy and he had narrowing eyes. "Ah, the new student." He said, with not the slightest bit of excitement in his voice. "Your already late on your first day."

"Um…well yes…" It seemed a lot harder talking in Japanese when you were nervous. "Um I was…my-."

"It doesn't matter." He waved off the subject with his hand and looked back into his book. "Just go introduce yourself and get lost."

"G-get lost?" I asked confused.

He looked quickly up at me with sharp eyes. "Yeah, like fined your seat." He growled. "Jeez you Americans should learn Japanese before you come and pollute my class room."

I stared at him for a long time. He never even looked up from his book. "Um…excuse me?" I asked surprised thinking I heard him wrong.

He didn't even look up this time. "Just hurry up and introduce yourself. Wait, no, actually since you took so long, just take your seat in the back of the class. I doubt the students even care about your introduction anyway." His piercing voice hit me like a landslide.

My body started to shake. I could feel the class's eye on my back, but I was no longer nervous, now I was just pissed. It took all my energy not to smack him in the face. "How…how dare you say that to your student." I growled, not noticing that I was talking in English. My hands balled up into fists.

He looked up from his book, surprised by my sharp tone. His eyes widened more when he saw my body shaking. He stood up in his chair and a smirk spread across his lips. His leaned closer to me his grin widening. "Does Miss America have a anger problem?" He mocked. "Miss America, I suggest you take your seat before you do anything rash." He whispered in perfect English. My eyes widened in shock, which only caused his grin to widen more. "Now hurry up and get to your seat." He said patting me on the shoulder and smiling.

I turned on my heels, causing my long hair to whip him in the face. I started down the aisle and I heard the teacher laughing behind me. "Isn't she just great?" He asked to the class. Everyone stayed silent as they watched me. "I like you Miss America, what's your name again?"

I sat down in my seat and looked at him. "Kiesha Shimizu." I muttered my odd name that people in America always made fun of. He stared at me with a blank expression for a moment and then cracked up into laughter.

"Are…are you serious." He started laughing harder, doubling over and grabbing his stomach. I rolled my eyes at his over reaction. "What kind of name is that? I thought you were American. What's up with the last name?"

"My dad is Japanese and my mom isn't. My mom took his last name and she got to name the kids. That was their agreement." I told him.

He snickered some more. "Okay, I'll just continue calling you Miss America. Is that okay with you?" He asked.

I shrugged. "I don't think it matters whether I approve or not, you'll continue calling me it anyway right?"

"Hmm…" He thought about it. Then he nodded. "Yup I would."

"I rest my case." I muttered.

"Teacher!" A sudden happy voice interrupted our argument. I looked to my right to see an orange haired pretty girl sitting next to me. I sighed at the sight of her large breasts, another person to be jealous of.

"Yes Inoue." He said smiling at her.

"I was wondering if I could show Kiesha around today." I stared at her in utter shock.

"You," He pointed at the bubbly girl, "Want to show that," He pointed at me. I cringed at the word that. "around school?"

"Yeah, since we sit next to each other and all I thought it be fun." She giggled.

He shrugged. "Suit yourself." He sat down in his chair and picked up his book.

The orange haired girl turned to me. "Hi Kiesha!" She said a huge grin on her face. "I'm Orihime Inoue and I'll be your tour guide to day!" She said winking and throwing up a peace sign.

"Um…thanks." I mumbled.

Her smile grew wider. "Okay Kiesha," She giggled saying my name. "Let me introduce you to my friend." She pointed to the girl who sat at my left. "That's Tatsuki Arisawa my best friend." The girl with the spiky black hair looked up from her desk.

"Oh, hi." She nodded at me.

"Tatsuki, are you going to help me take care of Kiesha today?" Orihime asked skipping over to this Tatsuki's side.

"Sure Orihime." She smiled and patted Orihime's head.

"Orihime!" The teacher suddenly called out to the class. "Lets help Miss America after the lessons okay?"

"Aw, okay." She mumbled as her body deflated. She slumped back to her seat with a sigh.

"Okay, lets begin class now." The teacher said, clapping his hands together. I inwardly groaned. I was already exhausted.

I stared at the math problem and bit my bottom lip. Is there even an answer for this problem? I erased away the answer I just scribbled down…again. Everyone seemed done with the work and was sitting around class chatting and eating. Lunch has already started, and I'm sitting here like such a loner. What a great first day. My eyebrows knitted together in a frown as again erased a wrong answer. Why can't I do this problem? I'm usually not this bad at math. I erased another bad answer. Okay, that's it. I official state this question impossible. I mean, how can X even go-."

"Kiesha!" A cheery voice broke through my thoughts. My head shot up to see Orihime standing in front of my desk holding her lunch in her hands. Tatsuki stood next to her. "Come eat lunch with us!" She cheered. "I really want you to meet all my friends.

"Oh Orihime," I gave a weak laugh and scratched the top of my head. "It seems I'm still trying to figure out this problem."

"Oh?" Her head cocked to the right. She snatched my paper of my desk before I could do anything. "Hmm…" She studied the paper. Her face suddenly lit up. "Oh this is easy. Here." She scribbled something down on the paper and handed it back to me. It read: y=0.8(x-1.3)^3.

"Eh?!" I shot up in my chair. "This…this…" I stammered and stared at the paper in disbelief

"It's the answer." Orihime stated.

"Orihime's kind of a genius." Tatsuki smiled as she set a hand on Orihime's head.

I looked at the piece of paper and then up at Orihime who continued to grin at me. "So are you coming to eat lunch with us?" Orihime asked.

I sighed, "Why not."

"Woohoo!" She hollered and started bouncing out of the classroom.

"Wait up Orihime!" Tatsuki called after her as she started out of the class.

I shrugged, grabbing my lunch and following them out of the class too.

Once we were half way down the hall Orihime seemed to have forgot something.

"Tatsuki, was Chad still in the class?" Orihime asked.

"Yeah." Tatsuki answered. "The big guy was still trying to finish the problem too, but he wouldn't let anyone help him."

"Oh." Was all Orihime said and then she moved onto the topic on whether T-shirts were more comfortable then Tank tops. I stayed out of the conversation since the answer was so obvious. Tank tops always beat T-shirts. Everyone knows that.

We walked on to the roof where a group of people sat eating and talking

"Were eating on the roof? Is that legal?" I questioned.

"Of course it is, we eat on the roof everyday and don't get in trouble." Orihime explained.

I raised an eyebrow. "Or just don't get caught?"

Orihime just laughed and slapped me softly on the shoulder. I felt uneasy. I really didn't want to get in trouble on the first day of school. That would make my dad upset, oh god, and then my mom... The images caused me to shiver.

"Um Orihime-." I started.

"Okay everyone!" She hollered to the group, pulling all there attention to us. "This is Kiesha, you know from our class. I'm showing her around so please be good to her." She finished.

That's when I realized that everyone in the group was from our class. I also noticed how odd they all seemed. Some had several weird hair colors, and one had no hair at all. A girl standing in the back by a short white hair boy had bigger breast then it seemed humanly possible. A guy with red hair that sat next to a very short raven-haired girl, had Tattoos running along his body. What kind of group is this? The misfit group?

"Let me introduce everyone to you." Orihime said as she trotted over to an orange haired boy with a scowling face. He seemed really focused in his conversation with the raven-haired girl. "This is Ichigo Kurosaki." She pointed at the unhappy carrot top guy.

He looked up from the sound of his name. "Um…what?" He said to Orihime.

Orihime pouted. "I'm introducing you to Kiesha, the least you could do is pay attention."

"Oh." He said and looked up at me. "I'm Ichigo."

Orihime rolled her eyes. "Well she knows that now silly. Okay moving on." She pointed towards the raven-haired girl. "That's Rukia Kuchiki."

Rukia smiled and got up. She did an old fashion curtsey. "It's a pleasure to meet you." She said with a beautiful flowing voice.

"Oh brother." The Ichigo guy groaned. Suddenly the Rukia girl smile faded and she turned to glare at Ichigo.

"Is there a problem?" Her voice hissed; all the sweetness melted away.

Ichigo rolled his eyes. "You just gave away your act."

Rukia looked up at me. We stared at each other in silence for a moment, and then she smiled a sweet smile and sat down. As soon as she did Ichigo and her started arguing about something I couldn't catch onto. They were talking to fast. My head already hurt from all the Japanese.

"Um…okay…so where am I?" Orihime mumbled to herself. "Oh right! Toshiro!" She said pointing at the short white haired guy next to the triple F cup girl. "Toshiro Hitsugaya!"

He glanced up at me for only a moment and then looked away again, not even nodding or anything. I could feel my sudden rage bubbling up again. I balled my hands up into fists and tried to calm myself down.

"Hey!" An irked voice cut into my thoughts. "You skipped me!" I looked up to see the red headed guy looking very upset.

"Oh sorry Renji." Orihime apologized. "This is Renji Abarai."

He grinned at me. "That's right. Its nice to meet you."

I was taken aback by his sudden kindness. At first glance you don't expect it. With his hair all red and pulled back and all. His tattoos also send the wrong picture.

"Uh…" I started, thinking I should say something considering he seemed to be so nice.

"Anyway." Orihime interrupted. "This is Momo Hinamori." I heard a faint voice stutter a greeting behind me but I was still staring at the Renji guy. For some reason his smirk was confusing me. His eyes felt like they were playing with mine, even though he wasn't even looking at me anymore. "And this is Rangiku Matsumoto." Orihime continued, not even noticing I wasn't paying attention. No one noticed I wasn't paying attention. That is besides Renji. He grinned wider when he saw me staring. He gave me a wink that made me gasp and be brought back down to earth. I immediately turned away from him, hiding my blush. oh god! I can't believe I just stared at him like that. What's he going to think?

"This is Ishida." She continued, though most everyone was already back to eating and ignoring her.

She still went down the list until everyone was said and done. "Okay, now lets eat." Orihime shouted loudly, even though people had already dug into their food along time ago. Orihime sat down with Tatsuki and started chatting away. I was still standing looking over this odd group.

Ichigo and Rukia were still arguing about who knows what. They were even getting physical now. The bruises were clearly visible on Ichigo's face. Orihime was explaining her bazaar lunch that was some sort of pudding filled with lots of different food from different food groups. The Toshiro guy was listening to the Momo girl as she seemed to be telling an a labret story. The Rangiku Matsumoto girl clung to the Toshiro guy, who for some reason seemed upset by this. The bald guy Ikkaku or something was doing some sort of weird 'luck' dance for the guy Yumichika who seemed very pleased by this.

I watched how the people were interacting, trying extremely hard not to look at Renji. I was curious at what entertaining things he would be doing. i tried to focus all my energy on everything else, but eventually after a few minutes of just standing there watching life move around me, i just had to look over at him. I gasped as our eyes connected and he smirked. was he staring at me the whole time?

I took a surprised step back. I wanted to go now. I was felt really weird in the pit of my stomach when he looked at me. I turned to quickly leave the roof but instead I hit into something hard.

"Ouch," I mumbled as I started to push myself of the ground, but suddenly a tan hand reached out to help. The hand was huge. I looked up the hands arm to lay my eyes on its owner. A very large guy toward over me. His curly dark brown hair showered over his stone cut face. He might even be bigger then my brother.

"Oh Chad, Your finally here!" I heard Orihime's voice chirp behind me. "Meet Kiesha."

I stared up at his bulky figure. This really is an odd group.

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