Author's Note: Hello, it's me! Back from the dead and here to bring you a silly fanfiction that has been completed for a while. My apologies in advance for any grammar or spelling mistakes as English isn't my native language (I tried my best though!).
Obligatory disclaimer: Is a disclaimer really needed though? We're all aware we're not Tite Kubo and don't own Bleach. So it's fine if the later chapters don't have a disclaimer right?
Chapter 1
Once upon a time there was a small, nice town. In that small, nice town people lived happily together in their small, cozy houses. All the parents went to work at the same time, greeting their neighbors cheerfully, when they too were on their way to work. The children always met up with their friends so they could go to school together. That was the simple but happy life the townspeople led. They sure called themselves lucky to be able to live such a happy life.
"I'm so unlucky!" An ordinary girl, Hinamori Momo, ran with great speed from room to room in her house. Each one of her alarm clocks were malfunctioning so she didn't wake up on time. Again. And she set twenty of them this time. The other pair of her socks were eaten by the washing machine, because washing machines could totally engage in that kind of activity, so she had to wear mismatched colored socks. Again. Her sailor uniform, which Hinamori was sure she ironed last night was full of creases. Again. And the slice of bread she hastily jammed in the toaster was burnt. Again. With her burnt breakfast she sped to school.
This wasn't the first time she experienced such a hectic morning. Oh no, Hinamori always knew she was unlucky since middle school. But high school was a whole different story, especially since the start of her senior year, she felt her luck drop faster than the speed of sound until it went far past the negative numbers.
She aggressively chomped on the poor toast while sprinting, surprised by the lack of obstacles on her way. No pits to fall in, no flowerpots that would fall down on her out of nowhere, no infinite numbers of bikers blocking her when she needed to cross the street, no... you get the picture. She could wonder how she always made it on time to school, but was afraid that would jinx that last bit of luck so she didn't.
However, Hinamori couldn't celebrate just yet as she still had to pass the biggest hurdle of them all. While all the other obstacles differed from day to day. This one was the same, each and every time. She slowed down just to glare at it properly, for she was in front of her enemy.
The dreadful Corner. It's so dreadful, it's spelled with a capital C. Among their ranks only a select few were able to earn this title. A title that meant you were one of the most dreaded of corners.
She would always crash into someone, someone would crash into her, she would trip over someone who sat there and crash on that person, someone would fall from the sky and crash on her. And no matter who fell first she would always end up on top of them. Most of the time ending up in suggestive poses and disheveled clothes for some reason. It was not all bad though, she met all of her friends with this Corner.
Cautiously and still with the toast in her mouth, Hinamori neared the Corner. She looked up, down, left and right. No one was to be seen... . She paused after each step, but nothing happened. Maybe her luck increased this time somehow, even if it's just a tiny bit. But she made one mistake. One mistake she realized too late as she saw a shadow behind. The one direction she didn't check. The other person bumped into her and as you might have guessed, they fell. Their clothes getting disheveled in the process.
"Get off of me." Ah, if it wasn't her good ol' childhood friend, Hitsugaya Toushiro, who sounded as cold as ever. The childhood friend who was also a genius. The genius who was also popular at school. The school they would be late for if they wasted more time lying around.
She complied and finished her breakfast like the good girl she was. After they both were standing again he stared at her appearance, figuring she was having one of those mornings again. Since it was his turn at the Corner this time he must look messy as well. That was the rule of the Corner after all.
"Sorry about that." Apologizing became such a habit of hers these past years. It was beginning to sound less sincere and more out of obligation.
"It's not your fault." That sentence became such a habit of his these past years, yet always sounded sincere. She just got bad luck. All the time.
What a bummer. Everything went so smooth until the Corner. She fixed her outfit and asked, "Why were you walking behind me by the way? Usually you go to school much earlier than me."
Wait... . Did he want to walk to school with her? Together? Like the good old times?
"You've got it wrong! I just went out later this morning." He turned his head away from her. "B-but not because I wanted to see if you could make it to school safely or anything!"
"Um."
His face turned grim. "Even though you came wrapped up in bandages yesterday after all the birds in the neighborhood started to attack you."
"Um?"
"And the cats chasing the birds. And the dogs chasing the cats. Then the owners who were after their dogs, which were after the cats, which were after the birds, which were after you also joined in." At this point he started to mumble when a dark purple aura surrounded him.
"... ."
"All in a span of 15 minutes. How did you even manage to do that? Is it because you wore that corn shaped hairpin? Is that why the birds wanted to peck on you?" Hitsugaya paused. " ...W-what I want to say is, I'm not worried about you."
"Of course." She had the option to say that she didn't imply any of that or claim that his denial was way too specific, but chose not to. He'd retort with 'shut up!' anyway and blush like the good tsundere- um, boy he was.
So the two childhood friends made it in time for school. They were not in the same class however, he was in class 3-10 and she in 3-5. Oh and as was mentioned before the boy was a genius, he skipped two grades. Class representative too. Plus he's short and pretty. He's like a bishounen or something.
"You're just in time." Ah, if it wasn't her good ol' teacher, Hirako Shinji. The teacher with the asymmetrical straight haircut. The teacher with weird blocky teeth that looked as if drawn with rulers. Weird blocky teeth that arguably added more to his charming self. Anyway, he's pretty popular with the students. "I would commend you if it weren't for the fact you're the class representative. Someone who under normal circumstances should present themselves as a good example for their fellow classmates by not coming almost late to class."
"And I agree, sir! I particularly agree about the 'normal circumstances' part." Does it even need mentioning anymore? Everyone and their mother, grandmother, grand grandmother and so forth knew of Hinamori's bad luck. It had become a normality really. "I'll go to my seat."
Hirako nodded, cleaning his ear with his pinky when she settled on the seat back in the classroom near the window. After waiting a few seconds the bell rang, letting you know that class was starting.
Hinamori, being the class representative and all, said in a clear voice the commands the students were to follow.
"Stand up."
The sound of the moving chairs echoed in the classroom as the unimportant, faceless students stood up.
"Bow."
A moment of silence when the students bowed at the teacher.
"Sit down."
Again the sound of moving chairs. Soon the teacher began to call the students and they responded with 'present' starting with student 1, then student 2, student 3, student 5 was skipping class. Yup, typical day at a typical high school attended by typical students with typical names.
Others would call it boring, not this girl though. Taking notes in classes, listening to the teachers, answering their questions enthusiastically were the moments of the day she looked forward to the most. Why? Because her misfortune was almost nonexistent in class other than the occasional pencil rolling away from her desk. No doubt this was why despite her ditzy exterior, she's the respected ace of the class.
"How come in manga they always have lunch on the rooftop? We're not allowed to come here." Hinamori unwrapped the cloth from her lunchbox. For as long as she can remember, the door to the rooftop was never locked. This being the third year they get to eat lunch here peacefully made her doubt if the janitors even cared about locking this area.
"W-who knows?" Feeling that she asked something she shouldn't have, her friend changed the subject. "Oh hey! You seem a lot less injured today. Only a few scratches. You're making progress, aren't you?"
She and her other friends stopped stuffing their faces with food. Slowly they gazed at her just to see that she indeed was less injured than she well... should be. After being used that she was practically the universe's Butt Monkey, this felt rather unnatural.
Oh right, her friends need introductions too. The guy who called attention to her not-so-injured form was Kira Izuru. He liked to write depressing poetry. He looked perpetually sad with those frowny eyebrows and his bangs covering his left eye. He wass shy around girls too. Then there was Abarai Renji, the energetic, delinquent looking redhead. Some also called him Banchou due to his looks. Surprisingly got beautiful handwriting. Kira and Abarai were both class representatives of class 3-3 and 3-6 respectively.
She met these two at the Corner when they were running to their middle school. Middle school. If she recalled correctly, it was then when things... changed with her.
Her childhood friend glanced at her carefully when he saw her spacing out, using her eyes as a gauge how disturbing her thoughts were. If she lost all the shine in her eyes, it was bad news. Hitsugaya jumped when she unexpectedly rose, "Perhaps the time has finally come at last!"
"Time for what?"
"Why, I am glad you asked!" Out of nowhere she pulled an old notebook behind her titled, The Plus/Minus Balance And Me. "Perhaps my bad luck has reached such a low point it can't possibly can go any lower, a limit so to speak. However, luck is dynamic, it refuses to stay stagnant just because it hit a wall! So I'm asking you, if it can't go down anymore it can only go...?"
Hinamori waited patiently for the boys to answer, wearing a big grin in the meantime. So big it could rival Cheshire's from Alice in Wonderland. It was creepy.
Raising a shaky hand, Kira said, "Um, ...up?"
"Correct! From now on, my bad luck shall be no more. No, it's time for my good luck to- ."
Hinamori wasn't allowed to finish her sentence when a ball hit her head at full force and knocked her unconscious. Her now collapsed body still managed clutch her notebook with a strong grip. So it shouldn't be that bad, right?
Abarai, who remained silent the whole time, carried the girl to the infirmary since he was physically stronger than the short, bishounen and the lanky, shy guy. "How should I put this. Don't you also feel she's... weirder lately?"
"That's not nice, you know." Kira watched the girl giggling in her sleep. Hearing her mumbles about overthrowing a king and reprogramming the rules of the universe. "But yes, I agree."
Hitsugaya pointed at the wall clock. "We should head back to class. Let her rest, the school nurse knows how to take of her. She's a regular patient here after all."
The taller boys nodded and walked away from the infirmary without another word. Hitsugaya sighed deeply before looking at the sleeping girl. In class she was protected from misfortune, rumors spread there was a magical force field made by a ghost to protect her. It got officially added to one of the seven mysteries of the school, courtesy of the school newspaper. Yes, in class she was safe. Outside she was not.
"What am I supposed to do with you?" Sure, she was a handful. She was a handful ever since they met. She was troublesome. She was annoying. Too trusting of people. Too nice. Got worried too easily. Cared too much, forgave too much, was too fragile... . She was a lot ever since they met. Unlucky wasn't one of them.
Then it was wishful thinking? Thinking she recovered from... middle school. He remembered she had to go to the hospital in an emergency, but he was unable to receive more information from anyone he thought had more insight in this 'incident'. After she was released she pretty much became a shut-in, refusing to go to school, even refusing to go outside ever. She eventually gave in after all her friends convinced her to go back to school and returned to her chipper self. Yet she continued refusing to talk about 'it'.
Author's Note: I wonder if someone will read this story at all, with Bleach being done for quite a while now. Regardless, I will post the other chapters. In case someone did read this I want to say thank you :)
