First off I do not own Bleach Tite Kubo does, it's his awesome story. I simply created a different place for his characters to live and placed them in different roles. I created Miyagi Naomi though, she is mine. Thank-you.
Chapter One: School
Footsteps echoed through the empty halls, as he passed classes with students in them. Just not the class he was looking for. He stopped and looked around, shaking his head. His ungodly pale skin contrasted with his black shaggy hair and brilliant emerald eyes. He stood clothed in tight skinny black jeans, black chucks, a tight black t-shirt with a crimson and electric blue design. A chain linked to his belt loop hung loosely from his lean hip and led into his back pocket, attached to his wallet. His satchel1 is black (not the mandatory brown) with sewn on patches hung over his back by his left hand. His muscles moved as he gracefully walked down the hall.
He looked at the paper in his right hand and then again at the numbers by each class. Room four hundred and six, He looked at the class room in front of him; two hundred and thirty nine. Why does this school have three different buildings, He wondered slightly annoyed, they're not even completely separated. He looked at the watch on his wrist, class started ten minutes ago. He wondered around for five more minutes before he finally found the class. He knocked on the door twice and waited annoyed.
The door opened to reveal a tall thin man with jet black hair, pale skin and a look that said "So you're the new kid". He stepped to the side for him to walk in.
"I'm Kuchiki-Sensei, welcome to Algebra Two." He introduced himself, "Why don't you introduce yourself and then have a seat behind Kurosaki-San?"
"Konnichiha." His voice was soft and rich, with a hint of an accent and authority, "I'm Schiffer Ulquiorra."
Kurosaki Ichigo; a young fifteen-year old, trouble-maker, with orange spiky hair. He looked up from his day-dreaming. Ichigo waved, lazily, and slumped back down in his seat. Ulquiorra walked gracefully to the back of the room and sat down behind him. Ulquiorra didn't say much and ignored those who stared at him.
The class couldn't believe it! Ulquiorra Schiffer is the top actor of his age, at only sixteen too! It's said that he is practically a genius and single too! The girls practically became owls, just trying to get a better look at him. Unfortunately his face was turned, talking a leaf out of Kurosaki's book, and looking out the window. Palm place under his chin, hair sliding in his face. Kuchiki-Sensei had to call and yell several times before they stopped trying and failing at secretly taking pictures with their phones. Ulquiorra looked back at Kuchiki-Sensei once everybody turned back to the front and shook his head softly, almost in a disapproving manner. He took notes; it seemed almost just to amuse them. He barely listened to Kuchiki-Sensei's lecture, and had his iPod playing in his left ear (which took them awhile to notice).
A tall muscular teen with electric blue spiky hair ran through the halls, which sounded loudly around him. He wore tight black skinny jeans, a tight black muscle t-shirt, electric blue and black Vans, and a hoddie (with the same colors). His eyes shone a color of shockingly bright blue. His skin is tan and he had a very lazy yet terrifying look to him. He slid to a stop in front of a class, groaned and took off down yet another hallway. Does it ever end, he questioned as he rounded a corner. He slowed his run to a jug as he seemed to find the class he was looking for. He knocked once, harshly, mainly because his twenty-five minutes late. Kuchiki-Sensei opened the door for him and gave him a look that said "Who are you and why are you here".
"Hey, I'm a new student." He slouched as he walked past Kuchiki-Sensei and stood in front of the class.
"Why don't you introduce yourself?" Kuchiki-Sensei suggested.
"Hey, I'm Jeagerjagues Grimmjow." He looked at Kuchiki-Sensei, "Where do I sit?"
"Have a seat behind Inoue-San, in the back." Kuchiki-Sensei said, looking out the window at the sunny day.
Orihime Inoue, a pretty girl who sits one seat away from Ichigo Kurosaki. Orihime smiled wryly and waved from the back. Grimmjow is a famous model, also only sixteen. The class shifted slightly, it was strange for two famous people just transferred into their class, on the same day, coming in around the same time. Grimmjow as well as Ulquiorra is single, their reasons through are very different.
"Relationships get in the way of my work; jealousy is not something I have time to deal with." This is what Ulquiorra told the paparazzi when they inquired about his sexuality. Grimmjow had smirked at the cameras, "Hey, I'm single 'cause none 'ya has yet to ask me out on a date!" and he jumped into a limo heading to a night club. The two had basically unofficially told the world that they hated each other, never actually bashed each other's reputation. The class was sure it was doomed with the two together and was questioning their sensei's sanity.
A short, petite dirty blond-brown haired sixteen years old girl with almond shaped gray-green eyes walked calmly through the halls not really caring that she was about thirty minutes late. How was I supposed to know I had to caught a ferry across a river, or that by living close to down town I'd be father away from school, or that my new school is close to the suburbs, she sighed at nobody as she walked down the hallway. She was dressed in faded blue tight skinny jeans, a fitted emerald v-neck sleeveless shirt, black and white converses, and an open zip up grey hoddie. She had figured out the number system fairly quickly, they were similar to the ones used in America. She knocked on the door, once, before opening it herself.
She glanced around the room out of habit, before her eyes found the Sensei. She stepped inside the class, looking only at sensei.
"Konnichiha, I'm sorry to barge in, but I'm a new transfer student. My name is Miyagi Naomi." Her voice was rich and lovely, "Is this Kuchiki-Sensei's Algebra Two class?"
Kuchiki-Sensei looked annoyed, "Yes, it is."
Naomi shut the door behind her, grabbing a black satchel with band patches and what not off the floor as she did so. "Where do you want me to sit?" Naomi asked.
"Why don't you sit between Schiffer-San and Jeagerjaques-San?" Kuchiki-Sensei seemed to have realized that it was a mistake to put them next to each other. They hadn't said a word to each other, but there was this feeling that they despised each other. Naomi didn't wait for them to tell her where they were. Her eyes scanned the room and she found her seat, promptly walked to it. Naomi sat down; arms crossed in her lap, legs crossed bouncing every now and again and her face plainly said "Why am I here again?"
Naomi didn't stay that way for very long; in fact she didn't stay any way for long. She kept moving, never staying still for long. Ulquiorra turned to her, annoyed by her constant movement. Naomi felt his eyes, but ignored him.
1 The name for the bags that are seen in many different animes: Bleach, Haruhi, Ouran and many others. It's like a cross between a brief case and a messager bag.