"Hey Ichigo, did you hear about the new foreign exchange student?"
The classroom echoed with squeals of excitement from the students, all but for one redhead at the back of the classroom, head held in his hands lazily.
"They say there's a student coming in from Germany." Keigo said, his eyes slanted at Ichigo presumptuously for what might have been the third time that day. Ichigo turned his head to give Keigo a scowl, but was seemingly unfazed.
"So what?" Ichigo sighed.
"Don't give me that. German girls are supposed to be really hot! I mean, look at Nel!" Nelliel, who sat in the first chair of row C, was already looking in their direction and waved with wild abandon. Such excitement was exhausting, but Ichigo spared a wave back. She definitely wasn't lacking in her physical appearance, but that didn't mean he had to give Keigo the satisfaction of agreement.
"One of these days, I'm going to sick Chad on you."
"Don't say that man, come on! You and I both know she practically eye rapes you every chance she gets, you lucky bastard. There's no point in denying it!" Keigo spat, pointing an accusing finger in his direction. Ichigo rolled his eyes and yawned. He had spent last night finishing some last minute homework he had forgotten about from Wednesday. By the time his alarm woke him up for school, he had only gotten two hours of sleep in. He was not ready for Keigo's bullshit.
"So you think it's a girl?"
"I personally don't give a shit Keigo. Listen man, I'm trying to catch some z's, don't you have a girl to stalk or something?" Keigo rolled his eyes with great disdain, but went back to his desk all the same. Not long after, the teacher entered.
"Simmer down class!"
"As you may know, we have a new student here with us today." Her nasally voice projected over whispers. "His name is Grímr and he's a foreign exchange student from Germany. I know you will all do your best to make him feel welcome."
The guys of the class face-planted into their desks in despair, while the girls squirmed in their seats in anticipation to see the new student. This all made Ichigo scrub his face tiredly. A hush fell over the classroom, and despite himself, Ichigo peeked through his hands to get a look.
Beside the teacher stood a figure far too imposing for a teenaged boy. He was perhaps a few inches shorter than Ichigo, with broad shoulders and electric blue hair styled to messy perfection. He was as intimidating as guy could be; with cruel eyes, a killer intent, and an aura of rage that could be felt even from the back of the room. Even so, he wore a crooked smile on his face. Less a of a smile, really, and more of a bearing of teeth. His posture was hunched with a sort of swagger, hands in his pockets, chin held high as if he were looking down on everyone. He probably was. He had no blemishes on his face, and his skin was glazed tan, complementing the brightness of his hair.
He noticed his eyes were a piercing azure blue. He also noticed that they were boring into his own, as he were challenging him to do something about it.
"That name of mine is a real mouthful. Ya'll can just call me Grimmjow."
"Grimmjow, why don't you sit behind Mr. Kurosaki in the very back, by the window?" The teacher suggested amiably.
When the bell rang Ichigo made his way up the flights of stairs leading to the top of the school building. It was his secret spot. It's access was usually restricted for students by the school, but he had acquired a duplicate key from a shifty kid a few semesters back. It was essentially a haven only he knew about that he could retreat to whenever he liked. He approached the wire railing of the roof's edge, leaning over with a sigh.
He new this particular story, and he wasn't about to have a re-run. 'Best not get in trouble this semester Kurosaki-san, you may not keep your enrollment next time.' The principal had said. Even though it was a simple meeting of eyes, Ichigo recognized the fighting type when he saw it.
He knew better.
After a few moments, he let the weight of his eyelids drag him and the rest of his body down to the concrete of the roof, sparing a last glance to the muted sky. The wind was just right today; you could hear it blowing through the trees. It was perfect for a quick nap.
Ichigo hadn't been woken up by a kiss before.
He thought perhaps it was apart of a dream. The sensation was so foreign that he almost didn't believe he was awake.
Some one's lips were on his mouth.
There's an unmistakable weight and wetness that most kisses have, but this one was warm and soft. The invader was very gentle, one could say almost reverent if not for the darting of tongue on his lower lip. Ichigo mentally kicked himself for not immediately opening his eyes, but when he did, his uncertainty of his consciousness only intensified.
It was the foreign guy.
He was hunched over Ichigo on his elbows and knees, caging him beneath his body. Foreign guy broke the kiss and smiled. Neither of them blinked.
"Hast du Angst?"
Ichigo layed there for a good three seconds before shoving him away just enough to punch him square in the jaw, scrambling to his feet and getting some distance between them. The foreign kid sat on the floor for a few moments, before standing up holding his cheek.
"Shit man, you really pack a punch..."
Ichigo rubbed furiously at his mouth.
"What the hell?!" He screamed incredulously. "So you can speak Japanese too, huh? Well listen here, you bastard! Don't you ever touch me again, or I swear you'll have bruises where the sun don't shine!"
"It's a greeting in America. Don't get your panties in a twist." Foreign guy grumbled, leaning against the nearby railing.
"America?! I thought you were from Germany!"
"I came from Germany to Japan, but that doesn't mean I'm not American."
"Well, take my advice and don't ever 'greet' someone in Japan like that, ever."
"So you didn't like it?" Foreign guy said, sounding all the more a spurned child.
Ichigo took a nervous step back. "Didn't like- I don't even know you and you're putting your dirty mouth on me you crazy person!"
"You're just mad because you liked it so much."
"I didn't fuckin' like it!"
Foreign guy gave him a wolfish grin that sent Ichigo's teeth on edge.
"I know for a fact you did. You sighed into my mouth all happy n' shit"
"That was molestation, I wasn't aware or consenting to what just happened. I'm not even gay!"
"Not gay my ass, you definitely liked it."
"Do you want to get beat up?"
Foreign guy ran his fingers through his messy blue hair. "Might want to watch what you say little Red, you might catch trouble you can't handle."
"Please. I could take you any day of the week. And my name is Kurosaki!"
"I wouldn't want to bruise such a pretty face." Foreign guy said, raising a hand to caress Ichigo's cheek. Ichigo was quick to smack the offending hand away.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?!"
Foreign guy caught Ichigo's hand and brought it to his lips, teeth grazing his knuckles. "The real question is when you'll go on a date with me."
Ichigo gaped at him, snatching his hand away. He was clearly insane.
"Stay away from me."
"You'll come around. They always do."
"The fuck I will! The next time you touch me, I'll kill you."
Ichigo returned to class with Foreign guy behind him, and proceeded to argue and fight for the entirety of the school day. Needless to say, they got suspended.
Ichigo and the Foreign guy both got sent to the Principal's office and were suspended for the remainder of the day. The Principal couldn't even get through lecturing them without being interrupted by the two's incessant arguing.
Ichigo could hardly sleep that night. When he closed his eyes, all he could see were the infuriating electric blue eyes peering out at him from depths of his mind.