Hi! Stormy here =)

This is the first chapter of this fic and I'm hoping that it works out... The last one didn't really. I still haven't gotten around to finishing it... Oops.

Anyways, I hope you like it!

If I owned Bleach, Hisana would still be alive. Is she? No. :'( Do I own Bleach? No.

Hisana stood with her younger sister Rukia in front of their new school. Both of them were wearing identical looks of wonder and fear. Seireitei School was a school for the very, very rich, not the two dirt-poor sisters. Somehow, both had managed to win a scholarship to the elite school and now both of them were regretting their decision to accept.

Both had heard of the school of course. Growing up in Karakura it was pretty hard not to. The most gorgeous teen members of the city went there and some of the more creepy students would often wait outside of the gates at closing time, just to catch a glimpse of the beautiful girls and handsome boys. A glimpse was the most that any ordinary citizen would ever get and the fact that the two sisters were suddenly going to join the prestigious group was terrifying.

"Come on," Rukia, always the more outgoing of the two, said, grabbing Hisana's hand. "We're already late!" Reluctantly, wishing that she could just turn tail and run, Hisana followed her sister through the threshold of the school. If Rukia hadn't been dragging her, Hisana might have stopped to stare again but despite the fact that she was a year younger, Rukia was much stronger than her.

They stumbled into the office unceremoniously, two tiny, underfed girls in baggy, ragged clothes amongst a sea of shiny floors, crisp outfits and students so beautiful they were nearly unreal. Even the school secretaries were impeccably dressed and stunk of money. The way that they were looked down on made Hisana cringe back and try her very hardest to make herself smaller. However, Rukia was only riled up by the obvious snub and tilted her chin up defiantly. Just as Hisana was certain that there was going to be a very embarrassing scene in the front office a tall lady with a kind smile walked out of an office to their left. Her hair was black and extremely long. For some reason she had pulled the long ebony strands around her neck and braided it down the front. It went all the way to her waist.

"Hello," she said gently. "You must be the Satou sisters."

"Yes Ma'am," Hisana replied quickly before Rukia could say anything. She just knew that her sister would have been rude. Not intentionally of course but she would end up sounding that way to the people around them.

"I'm Miss. Unohana. I'm the school nurse."

She did have a nurse-y look about her, Hisana mused. Maybe it was the smile…

Five minutes later the two were headed in opposite directions to their classes. Miss. Unohana walked with Hisana.

"I'm going that way anyway," she explained. "I might as well make sure that you don't get lost. The school can get confusing sometimes."

"Thank you," Hisana murmured, studying her feet. Talking to people wasn't her strong suit.

When they reached the classroom, Miss Unohana knocked on the door. It was answered several moments later by a slightly ill looking man. Despite his long white hair, he looked quite young, perhaps in his early forties.

"You've got a new student," Miss Unohana told him. "This is Hisana Satou. Hisana, this is Mr. Ukitake." The man smiled at her, his warm gaze catching hers before she could look down.

"It's nice to meet you Hisana," he greeted her. "How about you sit beside Byakuya- that empty desk there." He pointed, but it was really unnecessary. Her designated seat was the only empty desk in the whole room.

Blushing, Hisana made her way to the seat, feeling all eyes fixed on her, judging her. The only person who didn't stare at her was her new seating partner- Byakuya, Mr. Ukitake had called him. He was reading a book and completely ignoring everybody around him. Quietly, Hisana slipped into her new desk and still the boy didn't look up from his book. This gave her the opportunity to study her new seating partner. It only took Hisana a few moments to come to the conclusion that he was handsome, even for a Seireitei student. He had long black hair that was pulled back into a high ponytail. His dark hair contrasted greatly with his pale skin but in a good way not a 'I spend too much time playing video games in the basement' type of paleness.

Hisana was so absorbed with trying to surreptitiously observe the gorgeous boy beside her that she didn't notice that Mr. Ukitake had left the classroom until he came back in and shut the door.

"Sorry about that," he said, with a slightly haggard smile. "Now, where was I?"

Byakuya carefully placed a bookmark in his book and set it down on his desk, long fingers absent-mindedly stroking the cover. It was only once his book had been carefully settled on his desk and Mr. Ukitake had started writing notes on the board again that he looked over at the new girl. It wasn't obvious, because a Kuchiki was never obvious. Despite this, it had been quite simple. All that he had had to do was lean forwards a bit and tilt his head to the side while he copied the notes from the board.

The new girl- Hisana, wasn't it, was small, made to appear even smaller by the way that she hunched her shoulders in and ducked her chin. Between quick, stolen glimpses, Byakuya established that she was quite pretty, although the baggy, ugly sweater that she was wearing wasn't exactly helping her looks. Plus, that strand of hair that feel behind her eyes and frayed out just before it reached the end of her nose was really bothering him. He wanted to push it off of her face. He really wanted to push it off of her face.

Actually, that one strand of hair was bothering him so much that he found it extremely difficult to concentrate for the rest of the lesson. He was certain he would be just fine if he could just push it off of her face! It was like the school bully- Aizen's bitch curl except cuter. Well, obviously it was cuter. The new girl was not only female; she was so much better looking than Aizen would ever be. But still. Why couldn't she just get that hair out of her face? Didn't it tickle?

When the bell rang, Byakuya stood with relief, quickly collected his books and strode out of the room, wishing that the new girl would just get that damn strand of hair out of her face. Because if she didn't, the rest of the term would be extremely uncomfortable. He would be continually bothered by urges to touch her hair, which was extremely un-Kuchiki like.

As Byakuya sat down in his desk in his next class, he noticed the new girl walk in and talk to the teacher- Miss Ise. The young woman directed her to a desk and Byakuya barely managed to fight back a groan. Well damn. That girl and her irritating strand of hair were sitting next to him again.

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-Stormy