A/N – It's been a long while since I wrote a fanfiction. I decided to end Survivor as it is, sorry about that (my laptop was stolen where I had my last chapter of this story and I feel like I wouldn't be able to do it again, also I might add that I was lazy and I couldn't come up with many good ideas to begin with). As for my other story Sasuke Past, I'm going to discontinued it. I didn't feel that it was turning out so well. I will let someone take that story a finish it if they want, they just need to ask me first and I'll gladly hand over the story. Now I have a new resolve, I'm going to make my stories better and hopefully be efficient with my updates. Thanks everybody for reading my stories and giving me a second chance to try again. ^_^

Ichigo was going nowhere in life. He was expelled in several schools and has a delinquent record. He had no friends who understand him.

Rukia was at the top of her class, she had a great life with many friends and a boyfriend who was always there for her.

What happen when two people with nothing in common come together?

Chapter One

A shadowed loomed over the orange haired teen. The boy grumbled as he felt the light shifted behind his closed eyelids. He slowly opened his eyes to find the annoying source that was bothering him. In front stood a stubble face man, his eyes stared intently at the teen.

His fist collided with the older man jaw in an instant, "What the hell dad, can't you let your own son sleep!"

His father lay on the floor rubbing his sore spot, "owww Ichigo, can't I wake my own son up?" He whimpered like a little boy would if candy was taken from him.

"Not like that you creep," He retorted as he got out of bed and walked towards his closet to grab his school uniform for his new school.

This will be the fifth school he attended this year, It was hard to find a high school that'll except a delinquent like him, who has been arrested for fighting on more than one occasions, mostly they were gang members and it was purely self defense, but they didn't seem to care about that, it's not like he goes around looking for a fight it just seem to happen that way. Karakura High School was the last school that would accept him, if he screwed up there than it's off to boarding school for him as his dad said. He put on his uniform which consists of only gray, which seem pretty dull to Ichigo, he wore a white shirt under his uniform. He wasn't at all excited to be heading off to yet another school where the students would focus on his orange hair, and then fear him once they realized his record.

He headed downstairs to where his sister Yuzu was cooking breakfast; she was the more motherly and gentle of his two sisters. She did all the cooking and chores around the house, this became a routine for her since their mother died last year.

The pan sizzled as it fried the bacon, "Good morning Ichigo," Yuzu said as she placed the breakfast consisting of bacon and pancake.

"Morning," Ichigo replied as he took a seat next to his other sister Karin. Compare to her twin Karin was the tomboy; she loved to play soccer with her guy friends whenever she can. She had no problem sticking up for herself. She was just like Ichigo in that aspect.

"Where's dad?" Yuzu asked as she placed their breakfast on the table.

"He's up in my room nursing his injury."

Karin sighed, "Again? The old man needs to give it a rest. He'll never learn."

"Karin you're so mean," Their father shouted as he stumbled down the stairs.

"It's the truth," Karin replied as she took a bite of her food.

Their father eyes were teary now, "My own daughter hates me."

"Stop being melodramatic," came Karin replied.

"Now, now there's no reason to fight. Lets enjoy our meal," Yuzu always the peacemaker.

After that, everyone including their father ate in silence, "Well I'm off," Ichigo announced as he grabbed his backpack and slung it over his shoulder.

"Good luck Ichigo," He heard Yuzu voiced as he exited the clinic/house.

It'll start like every other school, Ichigo thought as he took the shortest route to school.

As soon as Ichigo reached the school grounds all heads turned to him. He stuffed his hands in his pocket and grumbled as he headed towards the admission office to get his class schedule. From the looks of all their faces it seem like they haven't figure out who he was yet, that'll soon change much to Ichigo dismay.

He entered the office; he went to the front desk. A woman with dark purple hair braided behind her was seated behind the desk typing on a computer. Her face void of any emotion, he looked at the name plate on the desk it read Nemu.

"May I help you?" She asked, never taking her eyes off the computer.

"I'm the new student, Ichigo Kurosaki."

"I heard you would be showing today," Nemu said, she handed him a slip of paper with all his classes, "The principle would like to have a word with you before you head off to class," she pointed to a window door with its shades down.

"Oh, okay… thanks," He mumbled. He went to the door, the words principle office was eloquent printed on a plat which was on the door.

He knocked once before he heard a sing song voiced, "Entered."

He did, what he saw made him stopped; the room was covered with scrolls on all bookshelves which surrounded the small room. Books lay cluttered in piles in front of his desk or in a corner. His desk was piled up with documents he could only guess should've been done. He couldn't see a name plate which he could only guess was covered by multiple of documents. Behind the desk a man was seated on a cushion seat. He had pale yellow hair, stubbles formed on his jaw line. He wore a white collar shirt, a black vest covered the majority of the shirt, and he had on a clip-on black tie.

"Welcome mister Kurosaki. Have a seat please," he gestured his hand to a wooded chair in front of the desk.

Ichigo took his seat and waited, "Wow you've grown."

Ichigo stared at him in confusion, "Do I know you?"

The man laughed, "Of course you don't remember me. The last time we met you was five. I'm a friend of your father, my name is Kisuke Urahara."

Kisuke looked at his confused face, "I understand your confusion, I moved to the states for a few years, I just got back a year. Sorry about your mother, she was a kind woman."

Ichigo eyes showed sadness at the mention of his mother, "Just get on with it. Why did you call me here?"

"I've been the principle of this school for about five months now. The last principle retired, I was the best candidate with my various skills. Though funny enough I didn't want to involve myself with students and such," Kisuke laughed as he rubbed the back of his head, "Sorry, was off topic for a moment. Anyway your father found out that I was back and my position in this school, after your expulsion of your last school a few weeks ago. I agree to let you learn here, since no other school would have you."

"Thank you," Ichigo was genuine; no one has been this nice to him even before his mother accident.

"I will help your father when he needs it, but there is a condition for me having you here."

Ichigo held back a groan; he knew it wouldn't be that simple.

"Since you have a record, I'm not going to ask why you did them," He said this as he looked through Ichigo's files, "but you'll need to be on probation for this… I see your grades aren't good, so I'm going to give you a tutor," He said the last part with a smile.

"Huh?" Was Ichigo only response.

"I already got someone for you. This student already agreed to it, besides some extra sturdy, you'll be following this person until I see fit."

"And when'll that be?" He asked gritting his teeth, he hate being around people that he knows will taunt him. He really do not want to get expel again.

"When I know that you won't do something to get yourself expel. I promise your father I'll look after you when you're here, but there are some things I won't be able to stop if you do something that's not in my control."

Ichigo looked down in shame; he hated being look after like he was still a child.

"The person you will be joined to the hip for the next few weeks is name Rukia Kuchiki. I've made sure your schedule follow hers. Since your grades aren't good enough I couldn't put you in any of her AP classes, but I put all yours classes close to hers so you'll meet up after every one."

"You're going to have me followed a girl?"

"Yes, is that a problem?"

"Well it wouldn't be good, you know for her."

Kisuke read his mind, "Calm down Ichigo whatever problem you have out there is your business. This arrangement is specifically in this environment. Now off to your first class," The first period bell rang after he said this.

Ichigo got up and was about to exit when he heard Kisuke addressing him, "Oh and don't try to ditch your meetings with her. I've told Miss Kuchiki to give me a daily report on you, so I'll know if you haven't met her."

Ichigo growled he was chained to a girl with all this power she has over him before they even met.

Ichigo was now waiting in front of his first period class waiting to be called in and introduce himself; this is the part he always hated, when students judge the new kid. The hallway slowly emptied, he looked around to see if he could pinpoint his possible warden as he came to refer to her. She has an AP class which was across from him, but still no luck on how she possibly looks like.

"We have a new student today and I expect all of you to treat him with the utmost respect," Ichigo now focus his attention to his teacher talking, "Ichigo Kurosaki please come in."

He heard collective gasps and murmured at the mention of his name, Guess they already know who I am. He sighed as he entered the room.

He saw the students eyes widen as he entered; the room was like any other, with a chalkboard, a teacher's desk, and student's desks that were set up in rows.

"So Ichigo tell us about yourself," His teacher Ochi-sensei said.

He hated this part, "Ah, I'm 16…"

Silence… They were waiting to hear more, but nothing else came out, "All right, thank you for… contributing. You may sit next to Chad. Raise your hand Chad," Ochi-sensei said.

A tall dark skin guy raised his hand from the back; his brown hair covered his eyes from view. Ichigo walked towards him. He sat beside him, the guy was quiet. Even so he didn't seem to feel uncomfortable around him.

"Now open you history book to page 245."

Ichigo mentally cursed, he still didn't received his books, since he started late in the semester he'll have to wait for a week before he get them, Damn it.

A book on the page they was supposed to be on move in his line of vision, he looked up at Chad who placed the book between them. Chad nodded. Ichigo was shocked, no one ever helped him out, and this guy who he just met was willingly to help him. This gesture was minor, but it spoke volume to Ichigo. He smiled at this, look like I might make a friend here.

A/N – Hope it turned out okay, like I've said it has been awhile. Please tell me what you think of it. My updates depend on reviews. That's how I know if it will be could enough to keep writing this story. I'll probably update in a week maybe less. Thanks for your time. Next Chapter will be during the same time but with Rukia.