Super-long-author-note: Hey readers, for those of you who know me, (I doubt you will, I only posted my first fic couple of hours ago) this is my second fanfiction on this site! This one is more light-hearted than the first, but will get progressively serious as it goes on. It's a Rukia-harem of sorts, but the main couple is Ichiruki. Lots of jealousy and flirting in a school setting, kind of like a shoujo manga. I'm probably not going to update this too often, seeing as the chapters will have to be long for my plot to work. I'll need time with them. And just to let you know, I'm not good with plot twists, so don't keep your hopes up for a thriller drama fanfic. I'll try somehow though.

I've always wanted to try writing a school-setting romance fanfic with my favorite couple, Ichiruki. I hope this satisfies a lot of my readers!

Some other things I'll mention here. I'm a big supporter of correct mechanics (spelling, punctuation, capitalization). If you see any mistakes in mechanics or grammar in my works, feel free to notify me. I won't get mad, in fact, I'd be glad if someone would help. I want to learn from my mistakes, and it's better if someone else points it out for you.

I'm not review-hungry, so I won't nag you guys for any. But I'd like to voice the opinions I think most authors on this site have: We don't always want reviews saying "Update, please!" or "That was sexy!", etc. Most of us want to know how we did, where we can improve on, and what elements to keep and expand upon. A lot of the authors' goals on this site is to have fun sharing and reading stories. So please, the next time you are moved or impressed enough to write a review, write a little bit more, no matter how short, like: "You have good humor!" It makes a lot of positive difference. :)

Before this review gets any longer, I'll end it. Please check my profile for more info. I might set up a poll in the near future.

This is rated T for language.

It was only Rukia's first day at high school, and already, she could list two out of a number of reasons she would discover later, why she hated being at this particular school.

She encountered the first of these reasons within her first hundred steps on the campus.

Rukia stopped to admire the lush scenery around her, noticing the well-kept flowers and grass and the beautiful mix of trees, some familiar, and some that, by all circumstances, should not have been possible. For example, the willow tree to her right. She gasped in appreciation of its delicate drooping branches, soft trunk and aura of tranquility. Then her eyes alighted upon the group of boys lounging under the tree, sipping cans of coke and laughing at the loudest burps. Etiquette of ladies told her that such an action was rude, whether for men or women, but she couldn't help but want to join their contest. She shook her head at this.

Idiot, this is not what I came here for. It was then she came to realize the first of her reasons for hating her new school.

Boys. Lots and lots of boys.

Her mind screeched to a halt, and she frantically recalled all that she had seen on her first walk into campus. She had seen boys by the school entrance, and hadn't thought much about it, entranced as she was by the large school. She also faintly recalled seeing some boys not 10 feet from the gates inside the campus grounds, but again had been distracted by the sheer size of the school. When she had spotted the group of boys under the willow tree however, she suddenly realized something.

There were boys. There were boys in a school that was NOT supposed to have boys. She was NOT supposed to be in a school with boys.

Crap.

Agitated, she started marching to the school in blind haste, determined to get to the office, and to the bottom of this confusion. What she did get, however, was a bump with what seemed to be a hard, solid wall.

"Ack!" she cried as she fell on her bottom. At the same moment she fell down, she was grateful she was not wearing an uniform skirt, but pants. She sweatdropped when she realized that that should have been another clue she was at a school with boys, though at the time she had recieved it, she had been too happy to not wear a skirt, those difficult and trying pieces of clothing women were so fond of. Not that she wasn't a women, in fact, she was a very respectable-

"Hey! At least apologize!"

Anger swelled up within her. Who was this oaf, this stupid fool to deny her a moment to reflect and realize? She jumped up and took in a deep breath, preparing to yell, when she stopped dead, with her mouth agape like a fish.

"Are you gonna apologize or what?" demanded the tall man.

Wait a minute.

"Hey! I'm talking to you!"

Wait a minute. She knew this guy.

"Oi! Don't ignore me!"

She knew this guy, this loud, tall, argumentative, orange-haired guy.

Oh, crap.

"You midget!"

Right then and there, she found her second reason that day for hating this school.

"I'll make you listen to me, or my name isn't...!"

Oh, crap.

"Kurosaki Ichigo!"