Hi there! This is my second fan fiction here on this site. =) I was reading the high school fictions that involved Ichiruki and got inspired to write this fiction, but I'm not going to stop writing for "My Heart Belongs To You!". I've always wondered what it'd be like if they didn't have their powers and if they all just went to high school like normal students… So here it is! I apologize in advance for any mistakes made—and some characters may be out of character. This is an Ichigo x Rukia fiction, so if you're a huge fan of Renji x Rukia, Ichigo x Senna or Ichigo x Orihime, I don't suggest reading this…
Thoughts, "Dialogue.", Song Lyrics, "A character is singing" (Only if I decide to make one of them sing, hehe…)
FLASHBACK – A flashback is being reflected upon.
PRESENT - Back to the present after the flashback.
_'s POV – That character's point of view.
I hope you enjoy the first chapter! (:
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.
Rukia's POV
I can't believe Nii-sama's making me move to Karakura Town with him. Why the hell do I have to come? Just because he had to move in order to keep the Kuchiki family job. Pfft. I can manage just fine by myself back home, and it's not like he'll miss me anyway. He only took me in because I was the brat that was part of the deal when he married my sister, Hisana. And now that she's gone, he's stuck with me.
I'm in the car in the backseat while he's driving up front. I look out the window and see a sign: Welcome to Karakura Town. Population – 4,984. Well now it's 4,986. Sighing, I take my iPod Nano out and change the song.
Looking out the window now, I'm pretty sad about moving. I'll be the new girl at school, and I'll get lost through the halls. I won't have any friends—except for maybe Hisagi Shuuhei and Renji Abarai, my best friends before they moved to Karakura Town. They were my only real friends until 6th grade. Hopefully, they remember me—after all, it has been 4 years. I'll whoop their asses for moving without me tomorrow.
The only thing that won't change is the relationship between my brother and me. See, I don't really get along with my brother. I mean, I guess he thinks I do since I agree with what he tells me to do all the time, but that's only because his stoic, ice-like demeanor scares the living hell out of me. Plus, he took in my sister by marrying her, providing the love and care she desperately needed back then—and he's my only family.
Our car stopped suddenly. My head jerked forward, then backward, and it felt like my brain jumped inside my head. "Rukia," I heard my brother say, "We are here." My shoulders slumped as I grouchily opened the door to get out. I wrapped my earphones around my iPod and put it inside my messenger bag, then looked at my cell phone. 12:42 PM.
I guess I'll go check out our new house now. It was a 2 story house located in a pretty little neighborhood near Karakura High School, the school which I'll be attending starting tomorrow as a sophomore. It looked real nice from the outside. There were flowers lining the sidewalk on our lawn and a real pretty looking tree planted itself right in front of the living room window. I think it's a cherry blossom tree—one of my favorites.
Oh crap. I have school tomorrow… I wonder what Karakura would be like. Unlike Seireitei High, Karakura High didn't require uniforms—thank God. I hated those boring uniforms; they lacked originality. I love originality—I love to paint as well. My room was full of easels and a lot of my at-home shirts were stained with paint, and I'm pretty damn obsessed with a super cute bunny by the name of Chappy. But anyway, I heard that Karakura had fun pep rallies where some students from each grade or club sing and dance for everyone in the gym. I'm really flexible and can sing high notes, which is part of the reason why I love to dance and sing, and I always get requests to join the cheer squad, which I always decline because I don't want to be involved in all that girly gossip and drama. I'd rather kick some ass than prance around in a tight-ass uniform all day long. See, I'm pretty good at self-defense, too—good enough to block and land a couple punches here and there, and I adore volleyball and track. I also heard Karakura had an excellent volleyball team and that their running track was recently remodeled. Hell yeah.
Karakura High might not be so bad, the more I think about it…
Byaku-nii is opening the car trunk to get out our clothes and small belongings. 2 huge trucks held our furniture behind us as 5 men that my brother hired got out to carry it in.
I walked into our new house; the floor was wooden and polished in the living room. Our living room was pretty big, and there was a fireplace opposite from the staircase, which was right in front of you when you walked in. I walked over to the kitchen, the floor now granite tile, and looked around. There was a space for a fridge and the cupboards were black. There was a counter running from the left side of the wall stopping halfway to the north wall, and there was a door leading to the pool where the counter stopped. There was a little island in the kitchen which held the stove, oven, and dishwasher. I thought it was pretty cool. I've always wanted one of those.
After I finished analyzing our kitchen, I ran up the stairs. I like running up the stairs. Running down the stairs is hard for me; I'm always scared I'll trip and break my arm or something. Anyway, I ran up the stairs to find a hallway. I saw that there was a bathroom to my right, and right next to that was a big bedroom. It had a huge closet and its own bathroom, a ceiling fan, wooden floors, and a window by the closet. I knew that was Byaku-nii's room.
Running down the hall, I opened the next door I saw, which was on the left side. It was a small closet. Pretty sure we'll be using that for our coats, umbrellas, and shoes. The door next to it led to a totally empty room—the floorboards creaked and cobwebs dangled from the ceiling. Disgusted and uninterested, I walked further down the hall to the last door I saw. Opening it, I saw a big room. Not as big as Byaku-nii's, but it was still big. It had a walk-in closet and the walls were painted purple, and I knew for sure that it was my room because I had requested that the walls were that color. Purple's my favorite color.
There was a balcony in my room, and I had my very own bathroom. Score! I was pissed every time someone was in the 1 bathroom we had at our old house when I needed it badly.
I walked towards the balcony and rested my elbows in the railing. The air was calm. There was not a cloud in sight outside, and the sky was pure blue. I shifted my gaze, now looking across the street. The first thing my eyes caught was orange.
Ichigo's POV
Man, I'm tired. I just woke up—it's almost 1 PM. I sleep in a lot on weekends. Right now, I'm standing outside my house with my little sisters, watching a bunch of guys carry stuff into the house across the street. It's probably going to be some married couple; no children, no pets, no nothing. Just each other.
Yawning, I scanned the house up and down. I never really cared about that house or the people that lived in it. My eyes went from the front door up, meeting a balcony. Wiping away the tears of tiredness from my eyes, I saw a girl. I couldn't really make out her appearance from where I was standing, but I could tell that her hair stopped below her should blades. She was short, too. Probably in middle school or something. Whatever, doesn't concern me. I guess I'll just go find something to do until tomorrow comes. I hate school, but it sure does kill a lot of useless time.
Rukia's POV
I spent my time lugging in my paintings from our car up to my room. I didn't trust anybody with them—they were the only things that I was proud of. Painting helps me express my emotions.
The movers were done by 5:00, and right now it was 9:00. I kept thinking about how weird that orange-haired kid was. What male in Japan has orange hair? Then again, Renji has red hair…
Byakuya and I ate dinner at around 6:00. He cooked us spaghetti and meatballs (yes, my brother cooks, believe it or not!) and our dinner was extremely awkward and silent, like always. There was never anything to talk about, and even if there was, it's not like he was interested or cared. I know he hates me. He always did, ever since Hisanee met him.
My sister Hisana died in a car accident a couple years ago. Some asshole crashed into her and killed her on the spot and got away with it. Byaku-nii and I never got over that. Before the accident, we were a happy family. Well, almost; Byaku-nii hated me, of course, but Hisanee loved me. Our parents gave up on us when I was born and Hisanee was 15. One of Hisanee's friends took us in, and we lived with them until Hisanee was 19; that's when she met Byaku-nii. They got married when she was 20 and he was 21, and when I was 5. The accident happened when Hisanee was 23, and today she would be 30. I'm 15, turning 16 on January 14th, and Byaku-nii's 31. That was the last time I cried. Ever.
I feel like I'm a burden—to both Hisanee and Byaku-nii. Hisana, because she had to take care of me when I was little and couldn't bear leaving me to die alone on the streets. She took care of me even when our parents gave her the choice of coming along with them and leaving me behind. I never got to thank her. It weighs real heavy on my heart.
As for Byaku-nii, I don't understand why he just doesn't kick me out already. I mean, he's the head of the big-time Kuchiki Corporation. He could get almost anything he wanted. That's something I didn't agree with him on.
I believe that I shouldn't be treated differently, usually better, than other people just because of my last name. Byaku-nii says that it's what we Kuchiki's have been working for for the past decade. Pfft. I'd rather be treated equally. Every time I go out to the store or with my friends, I hear whispers: "Hey, it's Byakuya Kuchiki's little sister! Be nice to her!" "Isn't that Rukia Kuchiki? What a spoiled brat!" "Wow, Rukia Kuchiki, of the great Kuchiki family! Is it really her?"—Maybe Karakura Town'll be different.
I just want to feel normal for once.
I stretched my arms out above me as I yawned. I was already in my pajamas, teeth freshly brushed. Everything was in place in my room, including my posters of Taylor Swift and Chappy the Bunny. The Christmas lights I stole from our decorations box glimmered, dangling from the ceiling. Even my guitar was in the right place—to the left of my bed.
My canopy bed was across from my closet. I lay down, turn off the lights, and try to get some sleep.
Hopefully my first day at Karakura High tomorrow will be fine.
Morning came while I dreamed of something that I couldn't quite remember. I looked at the digital clock on my bedside table: 6:45 AM. School started at 7:30, so I got up and headed to the shower.
After my shower, I dried and curled my hair—I took out a picture of me, Renji and Hisagi 4 years ago and compared the lengths of my hair. I still had that one bang smack dab in the middle of my face, and 4 years ago, my hair stopped just above my shoulders, flaring out in different directions. Today, my hair goes past my shoulders, and the flares were gone. I wonder if those idiots will even recognize me.
I walked over to my dresser and picked out my outfit for today: a white, flowy dress that gave off a gentle look and was as light as a feather, embroidered with flowery lace and a thin, brown braided belt buckled a bit under my chest. I wore my brown 1-inch faux leather boots with them and grabbed my brown messenger bag from the hanger on my door, then walked down the stairs to the kitchen.
Byaku-nii left my breakfast and schedule on the kitchen table, along with a note that read, "Rukia, here is your schedule for school today. I put your physical education uniform in your bag and made you breakfast. I suggest that you eat it all, for it is the most important meal of the day. I will be at work until 9:00 PM today, so remember to lock all doors when you leave and when you are inside. Byakuya"
Sighing, I crumpled up the note and threw it in the trashcan. Sitting down, I took a bite out of the pancakes he made me, which were surprisingly still hot, and took a look at my schedule.
Period – Class – Instructor – Classroom Number
Period 1 – AP European History *Weighted – Kurotsuchi, Mayuri – Rm. 21B
Period 2 – Algebra 2 Trigonometry *Weighted – Hitsugaya, Toshiro – Rm. 12A
Period 3 – Health – Unohana, Retsu– Rm. 28B
Period 4 – Combo Physical Education 2 – Sui-Feng/Zaraki, Kenpachi – GYM
Period 5 - English Honors 2 *Weighted – Aizen, Sosuke – Rm. 7C
Period 6 – French 3 *Weighted – Ochi, Misato – Rm. 26A
Period 7 – Art – Ukitake, Jushiro/Kyoraku, Shunsui – Rm. 2B
*Period 1 will start at 7:30 AM every day, with the exception of late start. Period 7 will end at 3:30 PM every day, with the exception of minimum day. Students that do not show up at school on time will be issued a detention, which will be served after school the day the detention is issued.
That's great. I have the same classes as I did at Seireitei, only in different periods. The only reason I'm in all of those weighted classes are because Byaku-nii used to force me to take extra afternoon classes. As for French, he and I went to France because he had a business trip, and to pass the time, I took French classes there, and I already took French 1 back at Seireitei High.
I finished up my breakfast and gulped down the milk that went along with it, then placed the dirty dishes in the sink. Grabbing my messenger bag and house keys, I locked the door and started walking to school.
Wait. Which way do I go?
I stopped dead in my tracks and realized that I had no idea how to get to Karakura High. I thought of calling Byaku-nii, but then I'd just be bothering him at work. My shoulders slouched as I stared across the street—I saw a girl walking alone.
Third Person POV
A small, sandy-haired girl walked alone to school. Her brother, Ichigo, and sister, Karin, who usually walked with her to school, had gotten into a fight over the bathroom. The small girl decided to walk alone today, cheerfully humming to herself despite her siblings' quarrel that morning.
Rukia secretly followed the girl from behind, hoping her path to school would also reveal the one to Karakura High School. She turned a corner, as did the sandy-haired girl, and stopped in embarrassment. "What the hell am I doing? Just ask for directions! Quit being a stalker!" The Kuchiki girl mentally slapped herself when she heard a gasp.
"L-Let me.. g-go!" The young girl that Rukia had been stalking was now being held up in the air by her dress collar by a girl twice as big as she was. The big chick had curly brown locks and tan skin and spat back at the smaller girl's face, "You wish, Kurosaki! Where's your big brother or 'tough' twinny now? If you want me to let go, hand over your little silver bracelet!"
The small girl wrapped her delicate hands around the girl's huge wrists. She kicked and kicked in attempt to fight back, but failed. "Ichi-nii…!" she struggled to breathe, and the last breath before knocking out unconscious was up around the corner when another small hand gently grabbed the offender's arm.
"Who the hell are you?" the curly-haired chick demanded as she loosened her grip on the girl's dress collar. Looking at the short girl the hand belonged to, she laughed obnoxiously. "Are you one of Yuzu's little trash friends? What the hell is a shrimp like you gonna do to me?"
Without tearing her gaze from the large brunette, Rukia tightened her grip on the girl's arm, pulled her in and kicked her in the stomach.
"YUZU!" the orange-haired teen and his dark-haired sister called as they ran to their fallen sister's side.
"Ichi-nii.. Karin-chan..?" Yuzu gasped for air.
Ichigo and Karin looked up to find a petite teenager fighting a chick 2 times bigger than she was.
The brunette held her stomach as she got back on her feet. "Oh yeah? That's how you wanna go? Fine then! Get ready to kiss my ass, you scrawny little whore!" She charged at Rukia, who moved to the side and stuck out her foot, causing the large girl to fall face-forward into the dirt.
Fuming, the girl got back up and brushed the dirt off her face. "You think you're so good, huh?" she barked, then got ready to punch the petite girl.
Rukia caught her fist before it met her face and yelled. "Don't underestimate me!" Her left fist sailed towards the bigger girl's lip, busting it up. Regaining her balance, the girl felt her lip and checked her fingers for blood—and there was tons of it.
The Kuchiki girl put her hands on her hips and demanded that she apologized to Yuzu, "—and don't you EVER lay a hand on her or anyone else again, got it?"
Terrified, the larger girl left (more like ran), and Rukia sighed. She turned to Yuzu on the sidewalk, who now had both Ichigo and Karin kneeling beside her.
Kneeling in front of Yuzu, she took out a mini first aid kit and asked the small girl for her arm.
"Your elbow got scraped up pretty bad. Your knee, too… I'm sorry," Rukia apologized, as she bandaged Yuzu's elbow.
Ichigo and Karin exchanged glances, "Who's that?"
"Y-You shouldn't be sorry! You were the one that protected me from Yumi… She's a big bully who's been after my silver bracelet that belonged to my mother. She's been waiting for a chance to get me, and I guess that chance was today…" Yuzu explained, then flashed a bright, warm smile to Rukia and extended her hand. "So, thank you! I'm Yuzu Kurosaki and these are my siblings, Ichigo and Karin! It's a pleasure to meet you, uh…"
Rukia smiled and shook her hand, "Rukia. Rukia Kuchiki."
The twins' eyes widened, "Kuchiki? Aren't you—"
"Yes, but please, think of me as a normal high-schooler, okay?" the petite girl requested as she put a band-aid on Yuzu's scraped knee.
Ichigo stared at Rukia, one orange brow raised. "You're… in high school?" His lips curled and he burst out laughing, holding his stomach while wiping the tears forming at the corners of his eyes.
Irritated, the raven-haired girl packed her things back into her bag and stood up. "Yes, today will be my first day at Karakura High School," she replied as calmly as she could.
Wiping the last of his tears, Ichigo stood up and extended his hand to Rukia. "Look, I'm sorry—it's just that you're so short!"
Feeling insulted, she declined his handshake and put her hands on her hips. "Hey! I'm 15 years old, standing at 5'1! I grew a lot over the past few years, for your information!"
Ichigo mimicked her and brought his hands to his hips as well. "Hey! I'm 16 years old, standing at 5'7! I didn't have to grow a lot over the past few years because I've always been tall, for your information!" he mocked.
Growling, Rukia tried to drown Ichigo out, who scowled, and turned her attention to Yuzu and Karin.
She helped them up. "It was nice meeting you, but I really need to get to school," she said as she turned on her heel, paused, then turned back to them. "Actually, can you show me the way?"
"It was nice meeting you, too! Maybe we can show you around Karakura Town one day. Ichi-nii goes to Karakura High, too, so you can just walk with him," Yuzu said.
The Kuchiki girl sighed, then turned to Ichigo. "Can I walk with you?"
He raised his brow again, his scowl never leaving his face. "What the hell? Most girls are intimidated by me, and this girl's asking to walk with me? Real strange.."
"Tch. I guess," he mumbled, shoving his hands into his jeans pockets.
The four walked together, Karin, Yuzu, and Rukia exchanging random stories while Ichigo read the new student's schedule.
"AP European History… Algebra 2 Trigonometry… English Honors 2… French 3? She has nearly every damn class with me!"
Yuzu and Karin separated from Rukia and Ichigo, both already at their junior high.
The two turned corners and continued walking together in silence. Feeling nervous for the first time in forever, Ichigo cleared his throat and decided to make small talk.
"Thanks for uh… Sticking up for Yuzu like that," he almost whispered. He wasn't used to sincerely thanking someone—he felt that he owed her for saving his little sister when he couldn't.
She kept up with his pace, her hands behind her back as her curled, raven hair bounced on her shoulders with every step she took. She looked up at him with a small smile, "Don't worry about it. I just did what I had to do."
He was actually surprised. Almost none of the girls in Karakura Town stood up for anyone like that, let alone themselves—except for Karin, Tatsuki, and some of the Karakura High cheerleaders. Rukia stood up for his sister and herself, and despite her petite form, she busted the girl's lip and sent her running. She really was like Karin and Tatsuki, except they looked harsh all the time—like someone you wouldn't want to pick a fight with. Rukia had a soft, gentle look to her, as if she wouldn't harm a fly—but then again, looks can deceive.
He nodded, then decided to change the subject.
"So what school did you come from?"
She fidgeted with her bag's strap, never taking her eyes off him. "Seireitei High. I'm glad I transferred, though. I heard Karakura offered a performing arts club, volleyball, track, art, and ice-skating."
He grinned. "You run? Well, you know what they say: Midgets run fast!"
It wasn't long before her elbow connected to his stomach, depriving him of air. Holding his stomach, he apologized with a scowl, "S-Sorry… I was just kidding. I do track, too."
Deciding to forgive him, her frown faded into a smile. "That's cool. What else do you do?"
"Well," he started, "I'm captain of the soccer team and basketball team. I'm also in the performing arts club, only to sing and play the guitar, though. No choreography crap. And by the organization of your schedule, it seems that you have every class with me, except art."
Her smile grew bigger as her cheerful eyes widened. "You? Sing and play guitar, in a performing arts club? I can't bring myself to believe that someone who scowls so much could do that!"
His scowl deepened as his brows furrowed. "Oi! I don't scowl that much!"
"You're scowling right now, smart one!" she giggled.
Embarrassed, he slapped one hand over the other, covering his mouth as his cheeks grew hot. "Who does this chick think she is, embarrassing me like that! Why the hell am I getting so worked up about this? It's not like anyone's around to see! Pull yourself together, Ichigo!"
"Tch! Well…" he scanned his brain for a good comeback, to no luck. Not wanting to look like a retard, he took his hands away from his mouth and bawled them into fists down his side. "Well, at least… I'm not short all the time!" he barked at her. No girl ever dared make fun of Ichigo Kurosaki!
"Is that the best you got, Strawberry?"
His ears flinched as his face became redder each second. "What did you say?"
Rukia sighed a deep sigh, put her hands on her hips and pronounced her sentence slowly. "I said, ISSSS THATTTT THEEE BEEEEST YOUUUU GOOOT, STRAAAAW-BEEEERRRRY? DOOO YOUUU UNDERRRRSTAAAAAND NOOOW?"
His scowl was the deepest it'd ever been, and he was ready to fling insults at her about her height, but he decided to keep his composure and fold his arms over his chest. "Whatever!"
She giggled, "Haha, don't get so butt-hurt, Ichigo. It was only a joke." She playfully punched his arm. He just looked away, the scowl still etched on his face, somewhat embarrassed.
The two finally got to Karakura High, and immediately many eyes were on them.
"Eh? What's with them?" the Kuchiki girl thought.
"Kurosaki-kun!"
"Hey, Ichigo!"
"Hey, Teme!"
Two girls and one guy ran to Ichigo and Rukia, calling his name, while one guy walked slowly behind them, taking his time.
One of the girls sported navy-blue eyes and long orange hair that somewhat curled at the ends, accessorizing it with blue hairpins and the other girl had grayish-black eyes and short, black, spiky hair. The girl with the orange hair had lots of curves and her chest was the size of her head. She wore a pink shirt and grey sweats with beat up converse. The girl with spiky hair was not as curvy as her friend, but was in shape and looked like she could handle herself if she got into a fight. She wore a black t-shirt with green, loose cargos and also had a pair of beat up converse.
"Hey, Inoue, Tatsuki," Ichigo greeted.
The guy taking his time finally caught up with the group. He had his hands shoved in his jeans pockets and his face was expressionless. He had black hair that stopped right below his chin and extremely pale skin, as if he had never been exposed to the sun before. He had green eyes that looked really bored and under them were vertical green lines–tattoos—running from his lower lash line to his jaw.
"Hey, Kurosaki," he grimly said.
"Sup, Cifer?" He and Ulquiorra knuckle touched.
"They must be Ichigo's friends," Rukia concluded in her head.
"Hey, Teme! Why don't I get a 'hey'? And who's this—your girlfriend?" an obnoxious laugh echoed in the petite girl's ears. Tearing her gaze away from Orihime, Tatsuki, and Ulquiorra, she turned to the person the laugh belonged to.
"Hey, Pineapple," Ichigo spat. "No, this isn't my girlfriend. Tch, she's a new student. She lives across from me," he explained.
Rukia's eyes widened as she analyzed the 'pineapple'. He had bright red hair tied up in a spiky ponytail and had funky looking eyebrows. His forehead was covered by a white headband, and he wore a navy-blue t-shirt with black ripped jeans and beat up Vans.
He looked at her for a second. It took him a while, but finally his eyes widened as he stared at her from top to bottom.
The raven-haired girl stepped forward. "Hey, Renji."
Renji couldn't believe his eyes. There she was, the girl that he and Hisagi moved away from 4 years ago. He knew her since they were 3 and it broke him inside when he had to move to Karakura Town. He noticed that her hair no longer spiked out in different angles at her shoulders, and now it bounced in loose curls just below them. She got taller; the last time he'd seen her was when she was 4'8 and a half, and her body developed. She had a chest now—probably a B-cup or something, and she was at least 5'0. He grinned like a monkey and crushed her in a bear hug, happiness exploding inside him.
"I can't believe it's you, Rukia!" he tightened his hug, nearly suffocating her.
Ichigo noticed that her face was turning blue and yelled at Renji to stop.
With her hands on her knees, she gasped for air, then delivered a swift kick to Renji's stomach.
"YOU IDIOT! YOU NEARLY SUFFOCATED ME! IS THAT HOW YOU REALLY WANT TO SAY HI TO YOUR BEST FRIEND, WHO YOU HAVEN'T SEEN IN 4 YEARS?" she yelled at him as he clutched his stomach.
"I-I'm sorry! It's just that I'm hella psyched to see you!" he recovered from the kick and hugged Rukia again.
Smiling, she returned his hug, then broke away from him. "It's been a long time. We need to catch up, Renji."
The other four sophomores just stared at Renji and Rukia. How do they know each other?
The redhead flashed her a toothy grin and scratched the back of his head. "Yeah, we seriously do. How 'bout we swing by your new house and update each other there? You can get to know my friends, and it seems like you already know Ichigo-teme."
Ichigo scowled at his nickname as the passing period bell rang.
"Alright. I'll see you at lunch, then. And bring Hisagi!" she waved as he walked to his class with his thumb in the air, Tatsuki's hand in his.
"I'll talk to you guys later then," Ichigo said to Orihime and Ulquiorra. They just nodded and walked together to class.
Ichigo, Orihime, and Tatsuki all thought that reunion was weird. They all wondered how Renji and Rukia knew each other, and how Rukia knew Hisagi, but decided to pelt them with questions later. Rukia followed Ichigo to their first period class, since she didn't know the way.
Ichigo took his seat in the back of the room. Rukia just stood there at the door as more kids flowed in. Just before the late bell rung, a man with big teeth, blue hair, pale skin and a strange looking hat walked in. His assistant followed him with her hands behind her back, her hair tied back in braids, straight bangs stopping just below her eyebrows.
"Who might you be?" the man questioned Rukia.
"Er… I'm a new student… My name's Rukia Kuchiki," she told him as she handed him her schedule.
She watched his eyes scan the paper up and down, then stare at her again. He rubbed his chin and murmured, "Ah, a Kuchiki… Byakuya Kuchiki's sister, perhaps?"
Rukia sighed and nodded.
"Very well," he said, "I am Mayuri Kurotsuchi and this is my daughter and teacher's aide, Nemu Kurotsuchi. Refer to me as Mr. Kurotsuchi or Kurotsuchi-sensei. I do not care what you call her. Have a seat by Kurosaki, the orange-haired twerp in the back."
She bowed and thanked Kurotsuchi-sensei, then walked down the aisle and took a seat by Ichigo.
"That's strange," he whispered to her when she got to his table, "he usually just stares at new kids' schedules and then sends them to another AP Euro teacher, 'cause he hates everyone."
She opened her messenger bag and took out her binder and a pencil, getting ready to take any notes. "It's probably because of my last name," she whispered back to him.
Ichigo shrugged, then remembered her reunion with Renji.
"How do you know Renji—and Hisagi?"
She looked at him, then said, "I'll tell you the whole thing when we all go to my house after school."
He just nodded, then got ready to take notes, too.
Rukia stared at the picture/keychain of her, Hisagi, and Renji in her bag.
She couldn't wait to see them again and exchange stories.
How'd you like this chapter? =)
I'm sorry if I made any mistakes. xD
I'll start working on chapter 2 as soon as I can!