A/N: Hey ya'll! =D I'm coming out with yet another Bleach yaoi and this time it'll be some steamy RenIchi. Yes, yes, I've done that. But this is AU and not a roleplay like the other ones! I'm doing this all myself! BE PROUD! Anywho~ This was a request by SinsofMidnight and I liked her idea so much I agreed to do it. =3 Onto the beginning.

Again.

It was like every other day he went to the dreaded institution that was called 'school'. Wake up at an outrageous time in the morning before the sun had even dared to shine it's light upon the world, take a shower before his eyes were even open, yank on some clothes and troop off to spend another day in hell.

There were times when he questioned why he was still there. He could easily drop out and get a GED before everyone graduated, get into college and start his life away from this nonsense.

But there was a reason to stay. Or rather a someone.

Taking his seat in the class, he glanced around the room to see who had bothered to show up. After all, it was Saturday and a half day at that, along with the new movie out, he doubted many would even bother to come unless they were forced by not-so-compliant parents.

A shock or orange hair alerted him to the fact the one and only Kurosaki Ichigo, his orange hair a giveaway, was in class this morning. His friends, the black haired dude with glasses, the big, brown, silent guy, the strawberry blonde chick with huge boobs, and the small raven haired girl were crowded around him. He caught a few words of their conversation "new" "overseas" and figured it was about the movie and whether they wanted to go see it.

Inked eyebrows inching together, he forced himself to look out the window and not where they wished to look. If he was noticed…he didn't want to contemplate the consequences. Ichigo was known for his short fuse as well as his fighting capabilities.

Quickly taking in the fact at least half the class was not present, he frowned lightly before trying to pay attention to where the conversation was going but he was stopped when he saw something that caused him to pause. Fiery strands captured by an elastic, barely brushing the back of his neck where black lines traced jagged patterns only to disappear into his school shirt.

Idle thoughts began to form, exactly how of that sculpted body was marked in such a tribal, raw way. One of his friends said something pointed to him and all he could manage was a small smile accompanied by a nod. He hoped it would fit as an answer…since he was too distracted to managed a real reply.

He didn't know why, but Abarai Renji had transferred into their year from a different year and taken the school by storm. And he literally meant by storm. He'd come in and instantly had people fawning over him, boys and girls alike. Always polite and friendly, he never made an effort to get to know anyone outside of school. Maybe he had friends he say from his old school and didn't want anymore. Or he just didn't like how his fans went giggling after him wherever he went inside the building. His nearly feral appearance was hard to resist.

There were times, when he let his guard down, that thoughts overwhelmed him of things he shouldn't be thinking. Hurried kisses, wet and sloppy, wiggling into empty stalls or empty closets, rubbing and touching-NO! Stop right there pervy thoughts!!

He really didn't need to have this problem while in school. Not at all.

A/N: I hope you like it, criticism is fine though I'm not a person who likes it.. I tend to take it too seriously. . Soooo yeahhh… Clicky the green button and money will pop out! 8D Haha, if only.