A dark mist covered the moon overlooking the mountains of Rukongai. A small shack stood on the top of one of the hills. A loud scream was heard. The male of the two was behind his wife holding her hands tightly as she was in an excruciating amount of pain as she was in labor. Arashi Lowe felt a tear slide down his cheek as his first born was soon among them. Kagome Lowe, his wife, on the other hand was crying heavily and screaming as contraction after contraction hit her like a ton of bricks. A familiar doctor whom they were closely associated with was between her legs making sure everything was fine and nothing abnormal had occurred. Arashi kissed his wife's forehead and held her hands tighter hoping to give her some of his strength. She squeezed his hand tighter as another contraction hit her.

General Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto and a small army of shinigami approached the small shack, murder in their eyes. All twelve of his fellow captains and lieutenants as well as their seated officers were following closely. The captains all had activated bankai's all ready to fight, all ready to die. Yamamoto removed his captains robe from his back and activated his shikai. Fire rose through the sky of Rukongai. Scaring many children and adults alike.

Arashi sensed the massive power erupting from Yamamoto and knew what he had come for. He kissed Kagome on the lips and unsheathed his twin swords. Both Kagome and their friend watched Arashi leave worrying about what was going on and what would happen. Kagome screamed as another contraction came. Arashi emerged from the shack and saw Yamamoto and the rest of his. Arashi went down the hill. Tears falling down his cheek like bullets as he went along. He stopped a few yards in front of Yamamoto and began to question he once good friend and ally.

"What is the meaning of this?"

"I am sure you know why we are hear," The still young Yamamoto suggested. Arashi narrowed his eyes and tightened his grip on the handle of his zanpakuto. Yamamoto sensed this and did the same. They carefully watched one another, worrying to see who would make the first move. They had been the best of friends since they were children and now the General of Soul Society was threatening to kill him.

"You are hear to kill my wife and unborn aren't you?" Arashi asked. Yamamoto casually nodded like he wasn't about to commit the most heinous act that could ever be commit-ed. "I see." Arashi finished. He turned his back before flash stepping forward and attempting to slice Yamamoto's head off. Their swords clashed and they both grunted, barely able to contain each others power.

"I take no pleasure in this my friend," Yamamoto said through grunted teeth. "I have spoken to the Soul King and he is willing to overlook your crimes if you are willing to allow us to end your unborn child's life." Arashi only grew more angry at that ridiculous offer. He would never allow such a thing to befall any child let alone his own.

"The Soul King?!" Arashi asked before releasing the pressure he had on Ryujin Jakka and attempting to slice Yamamoto in half again. Yamamoto grabbed his friends kosode and threw him against a tree. Arashi inhaled but before he could let the breathe out Yamamoto had pinned him to a tree Ryujin Jakka impaled through his stomach. Arashi spit out a small portion of his blood before his body finally gave out and the light left his Prussian blue eyes. His head fell down his brown hair falling to cover his eyes. Yamamoto withdrew Ryujin Jakka from his former friends stomach and the dead body of Arashi Lowe fell to the ground with a thud his long hair still covering his eyes. Blood seeping out of his wound and staining his shitagi red.

Kagome felt her husbands spiritual pressure recede and then vanish. She began to cry louder as the pain of labor and the pain of losing her lover was too much. The man between her legs kept telling her to push as they both could fell the spiritual energies of most of Soul Society approaching rapidly.

Yamamoto ran towards the shack hoping to get their before the baby was born. He kicked open the door to find the room empty. A massive amount of blood on the floor in front of the gurney that sat in the middle of the room. He let out a howl of rage and and his spiritual energy destroyed the shack with ease.

Ichigo Kurosaki casually walked into the front of Karakura High School, being immediately assaulted by Keigo Asano. After kicking him in the head and saying hello to Miziuro Kojima, a small, and relatively calm boy with black hair. Inoue Orihime and Tatsuki Arisawa appeared next each of them saying hello to their orange haired friend. Chizuru was next who tried to grab Orihime's breasts, but, unfortunately for her, was knocked out by Tatsuki before she got close. They chatted for a brief moment before going inside of the classroom. They all sat down. Keigo was continuously trying to get Ichigo to eat with them at lunch and was completely devastated when he said no. Calling Ichigo a traitor between his teeth. The teacher, Misato Ochi walked into the class ordering them to calm down despite no one talking. She held her finger to her chin in thought and quickly remembered something.

"Oh yes, class we have a new student joining us today," she said proudly. Ichigo's eyes widened they didn't have a new student in years and not all of a sudden it seemed too weird. Ichigo dismissed this as nothing and continued to play with the pen on his desk trying to stave off the boredom, from being stuck in a class all day.

"Come in please," Misato said. A rather short young, brown paired, Prussian blue eyed teen walked into the classroom. His arms behind his back. His Karakura School uniform perfectly tucked into his pants. Unlike most of the students whom modified their uniforms to their personal needs he kept his perfect creased and followed the school uniform standard to the tee. "Would you like to introduce yourself to your new classmates, Mr....."

"Yuy, Heero Yuy, it's a pleasure," he said watching most of the classroom carefully, surveying his surroundings.

"Ok, Mr. Yuy, you can take your seat next to Ichigo please, the boy with orange hair," she carefully explained. Heero followed her instruction and went sit next to Ichigo. The orange haired student turned his attention from Misato to Heero who had already pulled a tablet and pen from seemingly out of nowhere and started to write notes despite not being told anything. From what Ichigo could see he had only written a few sentences before closing the notebook again.

Heero put his hands on his lap and looked around the room taking in the people he would be spending his classes with. Most of them, he could instantly tell he wouldn't get along with very well. Especially the orange haired boy sitting next to him. He looked behind him and saw a very large teenager with long brown hair that covered his eyes and was extremely tall. He looked to the left of the large teen and saw a orange haired girl with a dumb look on her face and large breasts. She saw him looking at her and smiled brightly. He turned back toward the teacher who was writing things on the board. He put his elbows on the desk and held his head up. Several giggling girls looked toward him and looked away all with blushing faces. He closed his eyes and sighed silently. A girl with maroon hair and upside down glasses was giving him a death glare. Something he took immediate note of, but had no idea why she was mad at him.

"Class, you all know today is the school mandatory exams," Misato said earning a groan from the majority of the class. Heero shut his eyes again and waiting until she passed out the test. When she finally gave everyone their copy of the test and said start. Heero immediately popped open the book answering most of the questions off the top of his head, not trying whatsoever to get a high score or become an honors student. Misato approached him and kneel-ed down. Heero turned his head to look her square in the eye.

"Mr. Yuy, if you need any help reading the contents of the book just tell me," Misato offered. She smiled bright receiving no such expression from Heero.

"I know how to read Japanese," he stated emotionlessly. Misato looked on in amazement as he ripped through each section of the exam. She returned to her desk keeping her eye on the young man.

Another half hour passed before Heero got up and approached Misato's desk who was now focusing her attention on a set of papers. He offered her the 30 page booklet. Her eyes went wide. She had went around the glass less than five minutes before and most of the students weren't even on page 7, even the gifted student were only on page 13-15. All of the class had their attention on Heero, just as amazed as Misato on how fast he had completely the long exam. Misato flipped through the book. All of the question were answered.

"Ok. Mr. Yuy. Please take your seat and wait for the rest of your classmates to finish," Misato told him. Heero returned to his desk and returned to the position he was in before. He shut his eyes and let his thought take over his mind.

Ichigo watched Heero in beyond amazement. He was one of the smartest student in the school and he wasn't even half finished the exam and he was going much faster than was recommended. He turned his head and watched Heero more carefully than before.

Another three hours passed everyone finally finished their tests. Heero got up and went out of the classroom only to be assaulted by Keigo Asano.

"Hey, how'd you finish that exam so fast?!" Keigo demanded to know. Heero kept the emotionless gaze upon his face and calmly answered.

"Because I am not an idiot and I wasn't even trying," he whispered the last part. Not knowing why he did so. He didn't care what people thought of him. He shrugged Keigo off and continued down the hallway to his next glass, which according to his schedule was Physical Education. He rolled his eyes and found the gym with little difficultly. He continued to draw looks from both sexes of the school. Raised eyebrows and disgusted looks from the men and lesbians and exciting gleaming eyes from the heterosexual females. Heero stretched and sat in the bleachers. He pulled out his tablet and made some more notes. The coach walked into the gym five minutes later. Heero saved the tablet and put it in his book sack. The gym teacher was a large man with black hair and a thin moustache.

"My name is Kagine, and the only reason I am saying this is because I see we have a new student. Introduce yourself," he barked at Heero. Heero shut his eyes in annoyance and answered casually.

"I have already done so." Kagine's face grew read as a beat. He took a deep breath and slowly calmed himself down. "Today we are going to be practicing swordsmanship!" Kagine yelled, his booming voice echoing through the gym. Heero stood up and went to the floor followed by a few other students. The remaining students were all groaned. They were always bullied by the students Kagine personally trained due to their inferior swordsmanship ability.

After five minutes most of the students had their pads on and all had wooden swords either in their hands or on their waists.

"Ok, Reiichi! You verses the new guy," Kagine said proudly. A tall teenager with bleached blonde hair and blonde eyebrows with three piercings in his left ear and one of his lip. Heero followed the apparently dumb teen onto the mat that they were to practice on and crossed swords, a sign of respect to one another, according to Kagine. They stepped away from each other and raised their swords. Heero closed his eyes immediately reopened them. He and Reiichi rushed at each other. Their swords clashing. Heero applied more pressure to his sword and forced the blonde teen backwards. Reiichi smiled and tried to punch Heero in the gut. Heero jumped back narrowly avoiding the punch and swung his sword sideways hitting Reiichi in his side. The bully fell to the floor clutching his stomach struggling to breathe. Kagine immediately rushed to Reiichi's side yelled at Heero. Heero ignored him and put the sword on his waist. Most of the weaker students were in complete awe. Orihime and Tatsuki were perplexed by this. Heero stood leaning on a wall his eyes closed and arms crossed. Tatsuki pulled on Orihimes arm to get her best friend to move.

When school finally let out Ichigo, Orihime, Tatsuki and Chad were all walking around Karakura seemingly escorting each other to each other homes. Casually chatting among each other. Eventually the conversation switched to Heero and what was up with him.

"Did you see how fast he finished that exam, I had 22 more pages to do and he was done," Orihime admitted. The next day they would get their results and see just how well they had did on the test. None of them expected very good marks for themselves and felt especially bad for Heero who had gotten through it so fast they guessed he had put down any answer.

"Guarantee he is the lowest of the school," Ichigo said cruelly.

Heero wandered throughout Karakura taking notes on various things he saw in the city. He walked in any alleyway and met the now alone Ichigo Kurosaki. They exchanged glances briefly and Heero walked toward his pretending he didn't see him. Ichigo kept his eyes on Heero like a hawk to it's prey. When Heero passed Ichigo and saw about to leave the alleyway. Ichigo called out to him. Heero rolled his eyes in annoyance and turned around giving Ichigo a severe death glare.