Author's Note: I know I should probably finish my other stories, but this plot bunny has been hopping around my head for ages so yeah, I had to get it out. It is an IchiRuki because I find myself slightly obsessed with that pairing, and it's an AU because well, I've become slightly obsessed with them as well.
Now, you have to excuse my lack of knowledge on most things to do with the adult world, so that's why it is set in high school!
Yay?
No not really. But yeah, because I can base the scenes on real life experiences, it makes it much easier to write.
Characters will probably be slightly OOC and I'm sorry for that. In the beginning Rukia will definitely be, but I'm planning to eventually turn her into the kind of Rukia that in the anime and manga because I'm obsessed with her too :B
Oh and if you were wondering why the hell the word 'wolf' and 'sheep' come up so much, it's because they're basically metaphors for the rules she lives her life by. There is the hunter and the hunted, hence the wolf and the sheep.
This is a pilot, so please tell me what you think and if I should continue or not.
"You have a 12 second window to take him out.
You will be stationed on the second quadrant's roof, and immediately once you've dealt with him, you need to break into the second quadrants hall and assassinate their current business head, SoiFon.
She will be without her armed guards for precisely 10 seconds after Yamamoto is dead.
That's your only shot, got it?"
"Yes, master."
What am I?
I am a 15 year old girl.
I am a tool, used by 'them'.
I am broken.
I am nothing but an empty shell…
I am the murderer…
I am the victim…
I am the hunter…
I am…. the wolf.
A chilled breeze sailed past her ears as she lay dead still, in wait. Sniper rifle poised in the perfect position, waiting for the target. Yes… to her, they ceased to be human. They were targets…they were the sheep. They were her prey…
She was the wolf.
The hunter… she always had been, even when she didn't realize it.
She didn't remember precisely when it started… but ever since 'that' day, the world was never the same. Never had she classified people before, but as soon as it started, she couldn't stop herself.
They were wolves or they were sheep.
They were her prey, or she was theirs.
If she turned on the other wolves, she would turn into the sheep… She HATED being the sheep. For a small part of her life, she was forced to be the victim, the sheep, the one in need of rescuing…. She didn't want that.
She didn't want to be 'saved' from the hell she had fallen into.
No, there was no 'saving' a person like her. Because only a sheep would dare try...and even then. She was still a wolf... A hunter, opportunistic, waiting for the right moment to strike. 'Murderer', 'killer' 'monster', she was used to it.
Nothing mattered anymore, other than the wolf and its prey…
She shifted on the cold ground slightly, her bare feet scraping against the rough cement. The small rocks and pebbles dug into her already beaten abdomen, earning a slight wince from its owner.
Her elbows still in the same position they were hours beforehand, digging into the hard ground to stay steady. Small rivers of blood trickled from the small, self inflicted 'wounds' but she paid them no heed. The dropping temperature and the cool night breeze assisted to numb them, making the small wounds irrelevant.
She could not move, for if she did, she may miss her opportunity.
12 seconds… one shot.
It was life or death. No matter the outcome of her shot, one would die and the other would live. Not that she really 'lived' anyway…. You can't classify what she does as 'living'.
No…she survived.
Barely so, but she still did. She wouldn't break her promises…. She would keep them until they were fulfilled. That meant that she had to survive. No matter what happened to her, no matter how broken she may end up, she had to live. She had to survive to fulfill the promises that her empty shell of a heart made to the few who ever touched it.
For her, it was always the choice.
Kill, or be killed.
She was born a wolf, survival was the priority… call it selfish, call it 'evil', but it was simply instinct. Survival was the highest priority… always.
Her glazed eyes spot the headlights of an incoming car.
This was it.
The only shot.
The car tires screeched as the vehicle came to a halt. Out stepped 3 armed guards, guns in hands and a wary expression.
The back door clicked softly as it was pushed open by an elderly looking man. He had grey hair than ran in braids, all the way down his back, along with the same style of beard. His eyes were closed, as she stood slowly, using a thick cane for support.
One of the guards shifted slightly, appearing to converse with the other two. The target took a step forward, now completely in her line of sight without being blocked by any of the guards.
This was her opportunity.
Her petit arms held the rifle steadily as she controlled her breathing. Her right hand's index finger sat upon the trigger twitching in anticipation.
Her right eye closed lightly as she took aim.
Peering through the scope, she had a perfect shot, aimed slightly below the face as the ricochet would perfect the headshot.
Her right hand tightened as the finger previously sitting on the trigger clamped down.
A single shot whistled and echoed through the midnight streets as the guards managed to spin around in horror. The shot ghosted up slightly as it sailed directly to its target, meeting with the crown on his head, connecting with the flesh in a sickening thud.
The shouts and cries of the guards filled in eerie after silence, as the assassin fled from her perch.
Abandoning the rifle on the roof, she continued to run, gliding down into the second quadrants barracks with feline-like elegance.
In no time, she found herself in a pitch black room, with only a pale glimmer of moonlight peeking through the single window. Guards were shouting and moving out in formation, leaving a lone figure seated.
Her second target.
She pulled out a small dagger from one of the small pouches in her black trousers. Its tip glinted in the moonlight, showcasing the small layer of poison that coated the blade.
Pulling the mask over her face, she leapt from the shadows towards the now standing figure.
Her target drew its hands in a blocking motion, using a concealed fist weapon that she hadn't spotted earlier.
Cursing internally for her luck, she snarled at the target that was currently having trouble blocking the small dagger. Her target's eyes widened in horror as it stared at the mask of her assailant.
"Hollow…" the target muttered under its breath…. So it knew her?
Good, then it should know it has no chance.
Using the second dagger she removed from her trousers, also coated in the deadly mix of toxins, she moved her left arm in a motion too fast for the eyes to follow. Within the second, the second dagger had impaled the targets left leg, effectively ceasing her mobility.
"That was poisoned, so even if you kill me, you'll die within the minute." Her voice rang out within the empty room, surprising even herself, for it sounded exactly like her codename. It was hollow…void of emotion, of everything…sadness, anger, pain, glee… there was nothing.
The targets eyes widened slightly at the sound of its assailants voice causing her block of the first dagger to lapse momentarily.
Ceasing the opportunity, she used most of her strength to bring the dagger down as fast as she could, slashing at the targets main arteries, casing blood to splash over her mask and skin.
The crimson liquid lapped at her feet, as well as dripped down her masked face and arms.
She was truly the figure of nightmares.
The previous head of the second quadrant lay dead at her feet, as she simply stared at the target. It was almost as short as she was, and that was saying something. It had raven hair just like her own, but it was chopped into a neat cut as along with two longs strands of braided hair than ran down her back. It was wearing a terrified expression that she thought didn't suit her strict, looking face at all. It didn't matter though….everyone was the same when faced with death.
Cowards…they didn't want to die…neither did she.
Using her free left hand, she roughly ripped her second dagger from the target's thigh before admiring the crimson liquid that coated its tip as it glinted in the moonlight.
Carefully, she cut the targets uniform along her back, as she allowed into fall loosely to the sides allowing a view of the targets bare back.
Using the dagger, she began to cut the mark of the hollow into the back of the target. She finished in a matter of minutes, due to years of experience and practice. Taking a step back, she glanced at her work. An exact replica of her mask was etched into her back, crimson leaking down the pale back of the victim. Hearing the shuffle of boots and muffled shouts from outside was her queue to leave.
She ran off towards the back, exiting the building silently still covered in blood and wearing the mask.
The cries and wails of the guards when they discovered what remained of their beloved captain echoed in her mind as she disappeared into the night...
"That's your 13th mission this week, ain't it, Ru-chan?" the voice bounced off every room in the small cell as you could actually hear the owner's smile in his words.
"Yes, Master." She replied, mechanically, eyes trained on a murk covered stone. She didn't dare move an inch, not even to take the deep breath she desperately needed.
"That would normally be the limit, wouldn't it Ru-chan? Then you would come back here for a few weeks, to help entertain us…." She inwardly cringed at his words, knowing exactly what 'entertain' meant. She nodded silently closing her eyes and attempting to block off the rancid stench that surrounded her.
"Don't worry Ru-chan.. we have a new mission for you." Her head shot up instantly, as her eyes widened to incredible proportions.
She NEVER had more than 13 missions at a time…. Ever since she could remember, the rhyme limited it to 13… why was there a fourteenth?
What did she need to do?
Who did she have to kill?
She didn't dare ask anything out loud by it did nothing to stop the whirl of questions that sailed around her head.
"I know the rhyme doesn't allow you to have 14 Ru-chan, but that is exactly why. 13 keeps you coming back, 14 though….as you can guess, it will be a long term mission. A year to be exact…" She couldn't believe what she was hearing… a year?
She had a mission for a whole year?...did that mean she was….free?
He explained slowly the details of the mission, telling her that she basically had to learn to be like the others. Learn how to live again, because she currently could only take assassination missions that didn't require her to act around others.
"What are you, Ru-chan?"
"I am the wolf."
"What are you going to do?"
"I must wear the sheep's skin."
"Remember, Ru-chan, you may wear the sheep's skin, but you will always remain as the wolf. Never forget that."
"Yes, master."
"Let's go Ru-chan, we're going to the pit so the last night you're with us will be…fun."
She bowed her head silently, and shuddered in dread at knowing what was coming. She just had to live through this night of hell…then maybe, she could have a shot at 'heaven'.
The sound of a doorbell ringing reverberated through the modest home. A man and a woman stood together in an embrace, whispering soft loving words to each other, while grinning. A small child hobbled over towards the source of the sound.
"Okaa-san, is it Nee-chan? She promised she'd be home tonight" the child called, still tottering towards the door. The woman smiled softy, while watching the young girl's face light up, and eyes shine bright amethyst.
"Okay honey, we'll be right here." She replied soothingly, as the daughter attempted to move faster in response. Suddenly, the girl slowed down, attempting to count each step towards the front door. Somehow, she was scared. As if there were bad people outside….but nee-chan was coming home, right? Nee-chan wasn't bad, so it didn't matter..
1, she barely moved her small foot for the first step.
2, her small body shifted uneasily from side to side, the door almost within reach.
3, her smile falters slightly as she moves towards the door, for reasons unknown.
4, the one stray bang that sits upon her face falls over her right eye as she stumbles forward.
5, her chest tightens as the ominous aura from outside feels heavier.
6, A small scowl forms on her lips as she inches closer.
7, her bright eyes begin to dull as a sense of worry overtakes her other senses.
8, her small form shudders, as suddenly all the lights go out leaving nothing but shadows in an already dark hallway.
9, her petit shoulders shake involuntary as the door suddenly looks much larger up close.
10, she is shaking so badly, it is a wonder she is still standing upright.
11, she is so close now…the aura outside suffocating her, as a burning sensation envelopes her eyes
12, her pale, fragile hand reaches out towards the doorknob, as the first tear trickles down her cheek.
13…. Her memory falters after the knob turned…..she remembered screaming, crying and blood….so much blood.
Her eyes shot open as she sat up from the small, uncomfortable bed abruptly. Her aching body from the night beforehand protested such a sudden movement as her stomach lurched in her throat and a wave of dizziness swept her off her feet.
Her head was pounding as blood rushed throughout her body, as she felt her whole body drenched in cold sweat. Shivering slightly as a light breeze drafted through the confined room, she held her head in her palms, attempting to soothe the angry throbbing and memories that haunted both her dreams and her nightmares…
It was the same one…the same one that never left her.
The one that caused this 'hell' dubbed 'life' by those around her… She sighed once more, attempting to relax even for just a moment….tomorrow it would start.
A new life…. She would wear the sheep's skin…
Yes, tomorrow her life officially began as Kuchiki Rukia…
Oh no…not this one again…
Was the only thought running through his mind as he hovered slightly above the scene before him. His eight year-old self was trotting proudly next to his mother, claiming to want to protect her.
He didn't bother to hide the soft smile that spread across his lips, at watching the past him interact with his mum. He listened silently to their conversation, already knowing what fate awaited them, but still praying that somehow he had the power to change it.
Now they were talking about food and his siblings..he remembers this conversation fairly well.
"Okaa-san, I need your help on this girl." The young version of himself said, still smiling.
Wait….what? He didn't remember THIS…
"What do you need help with?" she asked lovingly stroking the boy's cheek. The small child's expression faltered and turned around, forming a slight frown that didn't suit his young face.
"She won't let me help her, and I don't get it…" he trailed off, eyes glazing over slightly.
What the hell am I talking about? The older version asked himself…. He remembered everything from this dream…rather nightmare…but he didn't remember this…..
"Why do you want to help her, Ichigo?" she asked kindly, trying to remove the frown from the young boy's expression.
"It's just….she's always so sad. I mean, I saw her there for the last few nights, but she's never there in the mornings! It's like she just disappears, and I don't get it."
This appeared to peak the mother's interest as she narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
"And another thing, I don't get why she's so thin okaa-san. I know you said I shouldn't judge people, but she so thin!" exaggerated, using his arms to backup his statement. The woman beside him chuckled silently, as she smiled warmly.
"You're right, I did say not to judge people. Some people are just naturally skinny." She replied while ruffling the boy's hair, about to turn away, before his next muttering stopped her.
"I know…but they're not meant to be so skinny that you can see their bones…." His mother's reaction was instant as she whipped her head around instantly, shock marring her previously peaceful expression.
"What did you just say?" she stuttered, still wondering if her boy was telling the truth, though by his expression, there was a worrying chance that he was.
"I mean like, when I saw her last night, she didn't even look up. She still hasn't talked to me yet, but last night she seemed so…sad. Then I looked at her arms closely and there was all this weird black, scabby stuff over them. I asked her what was wrong and she didn't reply. I got worried Okaa-san, so I ran back and got a torch. When I got back, she looked up at me and she had the biggest eyes I've ever seen! They were big and purple, but she looked so…scared. Then I saw her arms, and they were so thin okaa-san! They looked like twigs, and on her elbow, I could see the bone sticking out… " His mother's jaw dropped at his description…it was so…vivid, almost scary how he could recount it so easily.
"What did she look like?" she asked, while slowly leading her son back home.
"She had black hair….and um, she looked really short too!...umm, and I didn't get to see much else because she was hugging her knees like this!" he told her, giving a demonstration of how the girl was positioned.
"Oh…and there was one more thing…" he trailed off, eyeing the ground with a new found interest while biting his low lip in uncertainty.
"You can tell me, Ichigo." His mother assured him with the kind, motherly smile he adored.
"I wasn't sure about it…but I think I saw…chains, around her ankles…."
"ICHI-GOOOOOOO!"
Said boy was rudely awoken with two feet planted firmly in his face. Jumping up instantly, he grabbed the older man's legs and threw him into the nearby wall as he rubbed the two foot-shaped bruises that covered his face tenderly.
"What the hell are you tryin' to do old man!" he yelled in exasperation, stalking out of his bedroom with his scowl firmly set in place.
His mind began to wander as soon as he left the company of his deranged father…
What the hell was that dream?
He had never had that one before….
What girl was he talking about?
And why didn't he remember?
Reaching the bathroom, he quickly pulled his school clothes on while brushing his teeth. He glanced at the time quickly before reaching downstairs where his two twin sisters sat, eating their breakfast silently.
"Morning Ichi-nii, breakfast is on the table." The brown-haired twin stated in a cheerful tone while tapping the wooden spoon she was holding absentmindedly.
"Okay, Yuzu." He turned his attention to the dark haired twin only to find her sitting on the sofa, intently watching the television.
"What's up Karin?" he asked while grabbing his toast, and stuffing it into his mouth. She girl in question simply pointed at the new report that was blearing in front of them.
"Two leaders of the were murdered last night; both Yamamoto Genryusai and Soi Fon were killed at approximately 1am this morning."
Ichigo couldn't stop the gasp from escaping his lips… was one of the largest companies in the world, and to have its two of its business heads murdered in one night would be a large blow to the company.
"The head of the third squad Ichimaru Gin has temporarily assumed the position of head captain, as the first and the second quadrants are currently without leaders."
"These are the photo's from the crime scene"
The first was a photo of an elderly looking man lying on the street with a bullet hole straight through his temple. He was wearing a shocked expression and clutching his cane in the photo as if it was his lifeline.
"A sniper rifle was discovered on the roof of the nearby second quadrant. This would usually arouse suspicion of the second quadrant, but the brutal way their captain was murdered was proof enough of the culprit."
The hell? If they knew who did it, why the hell don't they arrest them?
"The images of the body are too gruesome to show on regular TV, but we are allowed to show one shot of the mark left on the second quadrants captain's back…"
He couldn't believe what he was seeing. The shot was a close up of the deceased woman's back, but that was not where his attention was focused. No...it was the sadistic picture that was carved into her back. It looked like a mask, with upside down teeth on each side of the maw. It had narrow slits for eyes, along with crimson markings done with smeared blood to indicate the coloring.
"The hollow has struck again…"
Her violet eyes were narrowed and her lips formed a fierce scowl, as she glared at the uniform layed out in front of her.
The shirt was alright, apart from being slightly too large, so she'd have to tuck it in….but…. the lower half, now that was something she had a problem with.
It was a skirt….
Not just any skirt, but it actually looked like a belt would cover more! After three years of only ever wearing trousers, or nothing at all, she had come to…dislike the offending piece of 'clothing'.
She snorted to herself, 'clothing'?
Psh, that stupid thing wasn't clothing anything!
Grumbling as she pulled the school uniform she had previously been in a heated glaring contest with on, she stared at the mirror testing out different expressions for her first day.
Okay, so by just looking at her skirt, she had officially mastered the 'glaring' thing that sheep did.
She had seen them do it many times, whether intentional a lot, it seemed to be a fairly natural expression. Next she tried something different.
She curled her lips up and wrinkled her nose, while narrowing her eyes slightly.
This one was disgust….
It was fairly easy, seeing she sometimes wore this expression where she used to live….okay, so if 'sometimes' was translated into 'all the time', then that statement might hold a grain of truth.
Next she reverted back to the expression she had to wear for most of her life….indifference.
Whether she watching someone get killed, or doing it herself, or being taken to the…pit, she had to wear this expression. It was a safe expression….. If it cracked in 'their' presence, not only would it bring your little walls crashing down, it would give 'them' the satisfaction of seeing you squirm.
As she stared at her cold, emotionless eyes in the mirror, she realized just how must she had mastered this one expression.
She almost smiled….almost.
That was the last expression she wanted to try….it just seemed, so far out of reach. She had been through enough anger, pain, sorrow and anguish for one life, but the whole 'happiness' aspect still eluded her.
How long had it been since she smiled?
She didn't know.
Sure she had faked it, when the time called, but how long since a real, genuine smile?
Once again, she didn't know.
But then again…this was her chance to find out.
She would be a sheep…. An ordinary school girl, going to an ordinary school, acting ordinary…she almost laughed. She was not the exact definition of ordinary… Though then again, if anyone else had been through what she had, she doubted they would be classified 'ordinary' either. She growled to herself as she crawled around the small apartment, attempting to find her socks and shoes…
It was still dark outside, but after that nightmare, she refused to succumb to sleep once more. Besides, her previous life, she was practically nocturnal. For the first years, she lost all sense of time, only knowing that every time she headed to the pit, another day had past.
Even after she had gained the slightest ounce of 'independence', she was still kept in the dark…..literally, they hadn't let her see the sun in how long?
She wasn't even sure anymore.
In the first few years, she counted the days by scratching on the wall the number of times she had been taken to the pit. She stopped when every wall was covered in the marks…
She knew she was the 'hollow'.
She knew that for now, she wore the sheep's skin.
She knew that once upon a time, she had a family, but she didn't remember her parents, apart from their gruesome demise.
She knew that she once had a sister who was much older than she was, and her sister was getting married.
She also knew that her sister became sick soon after she was taken, and then died…
She knew she could never really return to what she was before…
Hell, she didn't even remember her own bloody name!
They called her a number, or Ru-chan….but somehow, she knew none of them were her real name…
Kuchiki Rukia eh?
Somehow it sounded familiar….not only that, but it also sounded…right.
Like somehow, that was who she would have been, if everything didn't change that night. She sighed to herself, fumbling under her bed as she continued her conquest to find her shoes.
Truthfully, she didn't wish anything had turned out differently. Because even if she did wish…there was no point. In this world you were alone. Only the strongest survived, and if you spent your time wishing things were different to someone who wasn't even there…then you didn't deserve to survive in this 'unfair' world.
She snickered at this thought… she was now going to go to a regular high school, and meet people with regular problems. It will be hilarious to her, watching them complain about their tough lives because they were forced to take up a part time job, or to study harder….
To tell the truth, she didn't even know if she'd be able to hold in her laughter if they ever complained to her.
She punched the air in triumph as her fingers traced over the outline of her shoes as she finally found them near the back of the bed. She ripped them out in glee, before pulling them on and running to the kitchen.
She had arrived here early in the morning, at about 3am.
It was…amazing to her to say the least. She spent at least half an hour wandering around the small, single apartment, tracing the few pieces of furniture and the makeshift bed in awe.
Never before had she stayed somewhere that was so….luxurious!
She was so used to a cell, that the 3 room apartment seemed like a mansion. She found it even harder to believe how soft the bed was!
True, it still had hard patches and was probably filled with something cheap like straw, but it definitely beat cold bricks and cement…
She busied herself, exploring the numerous cupboards in the kitchen area. There was nothing to eat, but that was no surprise. She glanced over at the clock on the wall as she attempted to work out what time it was.
The larger hand sat upon the 6, as did the smaller hand…what did that mean again?
They had explained it to her last night, seeing as it was her first time seeing the mysterious object… was it 6:60?... no, they said something about it only going up to 60..did that mean it was 7:00?
Shit!
That meant she was going to be late!
A mantra of curse words spewed from her mouth as she sprinted out of the small apartment and down the stairs. She may be clueless about most things in her new life, but after living where she did…she was pretty good with curse words.
They told her she couldn't speak that way in front of the teachers….but they didn't say anything about the other students….
She had been told years ago by one of her cell-mates that she had a foul mouth, and a sarcastic sense of humor.
At the time, she had simply snarled insults at him, because she had no idea what 'sarcastic' and 'humor' meant.
Yeah….she kind of missed out of a great deal of that part of her childhood.
While other children were learning how to make friends and say 'please' and 'thank you', she was learning the best ten ways to lower someone's self confidence, or how to fight.
She snickered to herself as she ran along the pathway leading towards her new school.
She would personally love to see a councilor, just to see their expression when they see how fucked up she was.
Really though, she didn't care…. This was her chance to get away.
She could be whoever she wanted!
She didn't have to be numb and unfeeling, never letting any emotions free.
Right now, as Kuchiki Rukia, she could have something she hadn't been able to since 'that' night….she was….free.
He was going to be…late.
After getting distracted by the news report, he had hardly noticed the time fly by.
It was 7:28.
School started in two minutes.
He just left his house.
Shit.
Luckily, he had gained a rather athletic build over the past few years, and his added height helped with his speed. The track team had constantly bugged him to join, to which he rejected them like always. He just…wasn't in the mood for anything like that.
He picked up his pace as the time ticked over to 7:29…shit.
Only two more blocks to go.
He ran as fast as his legs could carry him, the items in his bag crashing about and into each other, though he could care less. ….one more block, come on!
He rounded the corner at such a high speed, that even if he had spotted the raven-haired midget standing in awe right in front of him, he wouldn't have been able to stop. She probably could have avoided him if she had noticed, but unluckily for them both, she was busy gazing at the sun that had just now peaked above the horizon.
He did not see whatever he had just barreled into, but he had felt it goddamn it!
It was definitely hard…and small.
He glanced down after he had come to a stop, only to see a few feet away from him, a body sprawled out over the ground.
The skirt of whoever it was, was currently wearing rode up her thigh significantly, leaving the orange haired boy gaping and unable to turn away.
Now… he wasn't a pervert like Keigo or Mizuro….but for some stupid reason, he couldn't avert his eyes and felt his cheeks heating up.
This was bad… if someone saw him right now…. He wasn't able to complete his though as the girl shifted slightly and that damned skirt rode up even further.
His mind had officially stopped functioning properly.
The only thoughts running through his mind suddenly took a turn for the worse, as he found his mind wandering to what that incredibly smooth skin would feel like if he were to… His eyes traveled up to the edge of the skirt, silently wishing she would shift so it would move slight…..
Just a little further and he could-
He was NOT expecting the fist that came out of nowhere colliding with his jaw and sending him crashing to the ground.
"PERVERT!"
The loud screech of the person in front of him brought him back to reality as he gazed at the now standing girl glaring at him.
He was fixated with her eyes, such an unusual color of amethyst they had immediately caught his attention.
Not to mention how large they were….normally, he would assume that such large purple eyes would be filled with innocence, but by looking into them, he could only see the burning fire of annoyance and anger, directed solely at him.
His eyes trailed upwards, studying her face and her hair.
She had midnight black hair that looked slightly frizzled, and one strand that ran across her face. Her scowl was almost as fierce as his own, and he wondered how someone with her…stature was able to look so…intimidating.
Hell, she was only SLIGHTLY taller than him when she standing and he was on the ground.
Suddenly, the past few events caught up to him as the red on his cheeks quickly shifted from embarrassment to anger…. This midget had not only made him LATE, she had already PUNCHED him and called him a pervert!
What the hell!
Standing up so he was at his full height, so that he towered over her, he glowered down at the stupid midget who had managed to already ruin his morning.
"What the hell, midget! You made me late.." he growled, before turning away as his cheeks heated up and he realized how close their proximity had gotten.
Just what the hell was wrong with him?
And why did those eyes seem so….familiar?
He heard the echo of shoes on the pavement as said midget stormed away muttering under her breath.
Although he hadn't meant to, he had caught a fair few of the words that left her mouth, and was fairly shocked at the curses that had escaped those lips. Hell, he didn't know half those words existed…..
His scowl deepened as he glanced down at his watch….7:35….that midget was going to pay!
He stormed off in the direction of his homeroom, already dreading facing his teacher, Ochi-sensei.
It's not that she was a 'scary' teacher, the students simply feared her because of her relaxed, free-speaking attitude…..which usually meant quite a few ridiculous rumors spreading around. He didn't even want to know what she thought he had been doing to make him late, and he definitely did NOT want it voiced to the entire class.
After once more, reaching a higher speed than the best runner in the school as he sprinted to his home room, he swung open the door and was relatively surprised to find the cause of his worries mysteriously absent from class.
Scowling, he stalked over to his seat, already in a bad mood.
His childhood-friend Tatski noticed his somewhat….sour mood, and moved over to next to his desk in an attempt to find out the cause of the murderous aura he was currently admitting. All the students in a 10 foot radius of his seat had already vacated and huddled in the opposite corner of the room.
Just as she was about to ask her childhood friend just what the hell his problem was, the door swung open to reveal a scarily ecstatic looking Ochi-sensei.
Ichigo gulped silently in fear at the sight….something very, very bad was about to go down if the huge grin that his teacher wore was any indication….
"Okay you lazy bums, I have some exciting news for you today!" she began watching all the students heads perk up at her claim.
Now she had the attention of the entire class…good.
"I want you to welcome our new transfer student, Kuchiki Rukia." She said, as said girl walked silently into the room. Her eyes scanned over the room, and in-particular, the students.
She remained expressionless, until her eyes wandered across the mop of flaming orange hair in the back corner. Her jaw dropped as her eyes widened in horror.
He had yet to look up to see just who this 'transfer' student was, but by the easily audible gasps of his classmates, she must be something worth looking at.
Slowly, he lifted his gaze from the desk as his eyes rose to meet the amethyst depths of the midget he…ran into before. His eyes widened considerably as his jaw followed hers in dropping to the floor.
Simultaneously, they both raised accusing fingers at each other before shouting.
"YOU?"
Author's Note: Woo, second Author's Note in one chapter, sorry.
This chapter is much, much longer than what I usually write, but it's a pilot so...yeah?
Anyway, I was trying to showcase the difference in the characters, by writing out their thoughts as well as their actions.
Thanks for reading, please review and tell me what you think and whether I should continue your not. Once again, Thank you everyone! :B