Please be kind and don't hurt me. This my first fic and I don't want anything bad to happen. . .mostly to me. ^ ^;
Disclaimer: Bleach belongs to Kubo, Tite. If I did own it. . . Gin would've had more screen time. :)
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Ichigo woke up with a groan and slammed his palm onto his poor, innocent alarm clock and shut the annoying sound off. "Ugh, not this again . . ." He got out of his twin-sized bed and folded his navy blue sheets and midnight blue comforter back into place and huffed. "It's going to be a long day." He mumbled before straightening his back and smirked when he heard the sound of his back pop. He walked to his closet, careful to mind the pile of dirty clothes in his clothes-basket. He opened the door to his closet and hummed his favorite song "Alone" by AQUA, a famous Japanese band that was on tour and he didn't want to miss their upcoming concert today at 8:00 P.M.
Ichigo pulled out his favorite black and grey striped v-neck, long sleeved shirt and shuffled it over his orange hair. He looked at himself in the mirror to see if the shirt was suitable and went back to his closet to pull out a pair of black skinny jeans and shimmied into them, giving a playful smack to his behind.
He wandered off to his triple set dresser and opened one of the three to pull two studded belts. One being black and silver and the other being pink and green. Walking over to his mirror once again he took his red and blue striped scarf from the top right corner of his sticker covered, thanks to his little sisters, mirror. Looking himself up and down he hummed in satisfaction at his attire.
He looked over to his window and clicked his tounge. I don't remember unlocking it. He sighed and looked out, only to see a white snowy pathway. Guess I forgot to lock it then. Bending down to stretch he heard a slam against his wall.
"Ichigo! My smart and joyous and only son! You are as cleaver as ever!" came a loud and rather annoying voice that belonged to his father.
"D-dad! Can't you let me get dressed in peace? Do you want to end up in a wheel chair like last time?" Ichigo exclaimed, putting extra emphasis on the word peace which his father gladly ignored.
"Oh my wonderful son! So naive you are indeed, I can't do that! You know what happened last time I forgot to give you a morning head start for the day, don't you?" Before Ichigo had a time to react to his fathers idiotic antics, his door slammed open and hit his dad straight on in his face.
"Ichi-nii hurry up or you're gonna be late for school." his little sister Karin said in a flat tone before dragging their dad out of his room, said man was weeping something about how his children don't love or appreciate his care. "Shut it Goat-face!" Karin kicked him in the stomach before dropping him and wandering down the stairs to the kitchen where her twin, Yuzu, was making breakfast.
"Ichi-nii! Hurry or the food will get cold!" Yuzu exclaimed excitely while making her brothers favorite breakfast: 5 strips of bacon, 2 fried eggs, 1 hash-brown, and a glass of Sunny-D. As childish as the breakfast may be, Ichigo never minded eating what his little sister makes. Ever since the accident she started taking care of the cooking, cleaning, and washing.
"Coming!" Ichigo yelled from his bedroom door as he jogged down the stairs. He went to the farthest part of the kitchen table, a habit ever since his mom passed away. Yuzu handed him his breakfast he immediantly beamed. "Thanks Yu-chan" he teased, ruffling her hair a bit and causing her to pout.
A knock sounded on the door and Ichigos father went to answer it. He opened the door excitedly only to grunt in disapproval, almost closing the door as soon as he opened it. The door stopped from closing, a hand snatching out to hold the door in place. "Now, now Isshin you know better than to block out a guest." A man chuckled, causing Ichigos eyes to widen in pure fright.
'No. . . it's not him. He's still in jail remember?'
Ichigos thoughts were going haywire as the man came into view. His hair had grown a lot longer than he remembered but still had that single lock of stray hair dangling in his face. The man was wearing a long white doctors coat and had silver trimmed glasses balanced on his nose. Two men were behind him wearing the similar style, one with dark skin and bandages over his eyes, his hair in slim braids going down his back. The other one, not so hated, had a huge face-splitting grin, his eyes closed and his creepiness present.
"My, my. You've got'a wonderful house, sir Kurosaki." the one with the never-ending grin said. His eyes opening slightly once he spotted Ichigo staring. Chuckling softly to himself he closed his eyes once again and walked pass the three to stand in front of the carrot-top. "Starin's rude ya know." He murmured softly to Ichigo, said teen just looked back to his plate and picked at his, now cold, eggs. "Awe, ya don' have'ta ignore me." He said jokingly before ruffling the teens hair.
"Stop it. . .," Ichigo whispered, but the touching continued.
"What was tha'?" the silver-headed man said slyly.
Before anyone could react the carrot-top had the older man on his knees screaming in pain from being kicked in the abdomen. "I said, Gin Ichimaru, for you to stop touching me," Ichigo sheethed through clenched teeth. In a blink of an eye Ichigo had already went to the couch for his back-pack and shoved pass the two offenders, his father mindfully stepping out of his way to avoid being kicked as well.
On his way to school, Ichigo picked up his friend Uryuu, a scrawny nerd who liked to show off how better he was than others. Even though the two never agreed on anything other than thinking Rengi is annoying. . .and he was. The bell rang just as they stepped on the campus ground and Ichigo groaned while Uryuu was rambling on how he would get a better score than him on the exams. Which was several months later. 'Will this guy ever shut up?' He thought to himself as they reached his first class.
Today was supposed to be a 'first impression' kind of day since they were getting a new teacher; the old teacher, Ukitake, fell ill last minute and was given a two weeks notice, so he could get well. Ichigo had no idea who or even how this new teacher would be. While he was trying to paint a picture, based on rumors, of the new teacher the door slammed open; revealing a man with striking teal hair and eyes with what looked like green eye liner. This guy was wearing a loose black button up with the first three undone to show a glimps of his toned chest and fitted black dress pants, along with shiney black shoes.
Everyone sat in awe when the man waltzed in, as if he owned the place. The man set his bag down on the teachers desk and turned to face the class. 'Probably full of drugs.' Ichigo thought quickly before a DELL laptop was pulled out of the mans bag.
"Good mornin' brats. I'm Grimmjow Jeagerjaques, call me Mr. Jeagerjaques and ya got yerself a detention, I don't like being so formal. . .makes me feel older than I already am. I'll be teaching the Hell out'a ya for Ukitake, got that?" Grimmjow bellowed over the class as if it was a tad bit too noisy. "Now, I'm gonna take roll and if I don't hear anyone then that means they're absent. Okay,. . ."
After several names being called Grimmjow finally called Ichigos name, almost snickering at the hidden and embarressing meaning. "Here," Ichigo called, raising his hand dispite already being looked at by the new teacher.
Grimmjow closed his eyes and shook his head in amusement. 'This is so gonna be fun.' Grimmjow thought as he planned how to tease the newly nicknamed Strawberry.
~Sooo...I know it's short, but... how'd you guys like it so far? As I said before this is my first fic and I would like this to at least get some, if not a lot, reviews...
P.S. I'm not sure whether to have Ichigo going to Kurakara High School or not...so drop a review and give me a suggestion. :D
