A/N: This is a highly AU fic…in fact there may be several OOCs because believe it or not a few people and I gave certain people "bleach tags" to identify them with…so for example we call people "hitsugaya" or "renji" frequently enough to annoy them. Thus, not every major bleach character will be included, so sorry Byakuya/Chad/Matsumoto fans…well actually I couldn't care less how you feel, especially the Matsumoto lovers LOL! This will probably be very strange (and bad if you were hoping for romance) because it's got a very American school setting and all the characters have Japanese names and will give honrifics LOL.
Oh and to all the fangirls who thought this was part of your daily dose of yaoi because of what you probably selected for characters…YOU GET NOTHING! YOU LOSE, GOODDAY SIR!
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own Bleach, if I did the story would come out exactly as I want it to.
It was an unseasonably warm morning in the middle of February as Aizen Sousuke entered Bleach High School. What idiot names a high school after a detergent?, the 17 year old thought to himself as he turned off his Zen. "Points of Authority" was becoming a bit too tedious, even for his tastes.
With a sigh he removed several of his books and went to sit by the windowsill in the adjacent hallway. He needn't have come so early; being a senior conferred several benefits, such as having no first or last period class. However, watching some of these other…characters in the nascent hours of the school day was amusing to say the least.
Aizen always knew he was different. He never felt attracted to anyone, male or female, and was always focused on his own goals than caring for the happiness of others. Unfortunately, societal standards compelled him to deceive everyone and act like an honest, caring, and friendly individual when he realized he would much rather prefer the opposite…at least for the caring part. His ideas were merely different; apparently they were too different for most. Thus, he was sometimes treated as the same filth as a criminal because he proudly declared that he loved neither men nor women and thus condemned said emotion as one of the few "unnecessary feelings" in a person's life. Commonly mistaken for an atheist, Aizen looked down upon and laughed at misguided religious zealots who automatically equated secularity with blasphemy. Such unintelligent creatures known as humans didn't know the difference between atheism and deism; therefore, Aizen felt it was fit to keep a stoic demeanor in order to prevent such emotional heights from clouding his reason. He would redefine stolidity by the time his life was over.
"Aizen!" A voice disturbed his musings; slowly he turned his head up to meet one of the few people who he didn't detest.
"Gin, what are you doing here so early? You usually show up later than usual."
"Today is the perfect day fer' some indoor hoops, don' ya think, Aizen?" his comrade replied.
"I agree it is…are you considering trying out the hougyoku as well?" Aizen asked, holding this "hougyoku" up in his hand. This object blurred the lines between opposites, and made the user much more powerful. Aizen had always subscribed to the "hybrid theory" in more ways than just listening to Linkin Park it seemed. If he could lift the wall separating bookworm from athlete, he could achieve true greatness. This was not a new concept to him, as he dominated the 800m last spring with a sparkling time of 1:54.76.
"Nah, I don' use it enough to get an' results," Just then, the "couple" arrived at the scene. "Konichiwa, Kurosaki-kun, Kuchiki-san!" Aizen looked from Ichigo to Rukia and gave a simple nod. He had only himself to blame for not saving Ichigo from becoming the one thing he despised: a lover. If he had given the orange-haired boy a greater dose of philosophy then maybe he would be on the good side.
"Shut up Gin! And stop looking at me Aizen!" yelled an unusually distraught Ichigo. Why the hell is he guarding her from us? We're the last people to…"I just greeted you, do you expect me to bow my head to the wall?" The boy's brashness was amazing and served as a constant source of humor for Aizen. Ichigo blushed slightly at his stupidity and mumbled a quick apology. "Where's Tousen anyway?" the kid asked.
"Apparently he hasn't arrived yet. However, we'll leave you to liberals alone and go look for him. Let's go Gin." As he turned around he heard Ichigo yelling "Aizen, SHUT THE FUCK UP with the 'liberal' jokes!" Aizen just grinned and went on his way.
Aizen and Gin finally found Tousen being annoyed by Hanatarou at his locker. "Yamada-kun, for the last time…don't talk to me about bowling."
"Bowling? Isn't that the sport they let ya eat while ya take a break from the action?" a grinning Gin mocked.
"Uh..um, you're wrong! Bowling is the best game ever," Hantarou left with anger and dejection over the lack of love for his favorite pastime.
"Tousen," Aizen greeted his ally. He had developed more respect for Tousen because he got into the same American college as himself; he was an MIT brotha, no doubt.
"Gin, Aizen." Tousen gave a quick nod to each. Born blind, Tousen had overcome adversity and as luck would have it, had his vision partially restored by modern technology. Much like Aizen, he believed that the world could be better if the weakness, colloquially referred to as the "liberals," in humans was left out to dry by engineering a new society. He hoped to sit on the throne of such a society, or at least stand next to it as Aizen and Gin's accomplice in this goal.
"Let's make fun of Abarai-kun," Gin said. The other two smirked in silent approval at this action. Abarai Renji was just as, if not more, hotheaded as Ichigo. His red hair was even more ridiculous than Ichigo's orange….his tattoos made him look all that much more comical in everyone's eyes. He would try to pick a fight with anyone for the smallest of things, and Aizen's disposition angered him the most. Most "fights" between the two ended with Renji looking twice as stupid before threatening to beat up an even-tempered Sosuke, who would unleash some of his powerful yet concise diction on the lesser man. Thus was the difference between the two: one always in trouble for his aggressive behavior, the other one capable of responding with the invective but never raising a fist, thus never getting the disapproval of his teachers…as long as he didn't use it on them.
And thus the three walked off as a united front against the hundreds of idiots surrounding them. They were the only three with the ability to think outside the box and not fall for any liberal traps. They were the only three with logic that made perfect sense to them yet defied the mindless masses' conventional wisdom They were the big three. They were los tres grandes.