A/N: Wow this is my very first fanfiction ever! Please be kind to me. I really hope you guys will read this, review, show feedback, etc. Thank you so much for actually taking the time to click on this story. This is just the first chapter so keep reading? Promise it'll get better!

Edited on July 9th, 2013.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Bleach! No copyright intended.

*WINTER*ANGEL*

© Tale Slayer

Chapter One.

I absentmindedly twirled one of my pigtails around and looked out the large, school window with sleep-deprived eyes. Yesterday, my part-time job had taken longer than usual, causing me to pull an all-nighter to complete my tedious homework. All I wanted right now was a comfy bed and some time to rest. I allowed my mind to drift off to a million other useless thoughts.

"Sumi-chan!" A voice snapped me back to reality. I heard my best friend, Nakamura Kiyomi, enter the classroom. I looked over and brightened into a smile.

"Good morning!" I greeted her. She turned the chair in front of me around and clambered into it.

"Have you heard? There's a new student coming to our class!" she squealed excitedly. "I heard it's a guy," she squeaked with a wink.

I rolled my eyes and let out a sigh. Here at Karakura High, about 95% of the girls were boy-crazed. They constantly chattered about relationships, guys, or anything that had to do with love. Kiyomi was no exception. But I, being part of the rare 5%, did not share her excitement.

"Gee, I can't wait. I'm practically bursting of excitement," I said, my voice dripping of sarcasm.

Kiyomi pouted. "Oh stop it. I swear there's something wrong with you Katsumi. You never care about the opposite sex. You'll grow old and lonely!"

I laughed, used to her constant teasing. "That's me, forever alone."

Just then our homeroom teacher, Suzuki-sensei, entered the room. Kiyomi gave a tiny wave and returned her chair back around and plopped into it. Suzuki-sensei was a picture perfect example of a boring, unlively teacher. She spoke in a monotone voice and her classes consisted of notes, lectures, notes, and book work. (Did I mention notes?) However, today she wore a youthful flush on her cheek.

"Good morning!" she greeted uncharacteristically. I listened to her warily, suspicious of her sudden happiness. "We have the pleasure of welcoming our newest student here today. I expect everyone to show him a warm welcome!" she giddily rambled on. I turned back to stare out the window. "His name is Hitsugaya Toshiro."

That's when he stepped inside the classroom. I heard everyone's hushed whispers, arousing my curiosity. I immediately knew he was trouble from that moment. Instantly, he captivated everyone's attention. The girls stared at him in awe, their interest evidently shown by the glimmer in their eyes and the blushes on their face. The boys seethed in jealously. Me? I just wondered, "Who the heck bleaches their hair white?"

It was just hate at first sight, I didn't quite understand why. He was good-looking, I'd admit that. Heck, he looked like he was too perfect. He had perfect skin, a nice build, and the crisp uniform looked good on him. His bright, snowy white hair was messy in a perfect way. His eyes were a deep aqua color. Then they were suddenly looking at me. I wanted to look away, embarrassed that I was actually caught staring at this stranger. But instead, I started glaring at him.

"Okay! Now let's get you seated Hitsugaya-san!" the teacher said with a disgustingly sweet voice. Suddenly, all the girls seemed to be in a frantic fight to the death in making an available seat by them. I rolled my eyes at them for the umpteenth time today.

"Well, I think it would be best if you sat next to Yukimura-san. She's one of our best students, she would most certainly help you out I'm sure."

It took me a second to process what she just said. Kiyomi turned around and gave me a quick thumbs-up and a sly smile. I inwardly groaned. I could just feel all the deathly glares of envy directed at me right now. If looks could kill, I would be lying on the floor dead.

Why me?

Hitsugaya Toshiro looked my way again to locate the vacant seat. My eyes narrowed. He calmly walked over and sat in the chair beside me. He didn't look my way again or say anything to me so neither did I. Then class officially began, uneventfully and slowly. When the bell finally rang, I gathered my things and rushed out with Kiyomi. Well, I tried to.

"Wait please Yukimura!" Sensei called. I stopped, a bit irritated because I could already expect what she was about to say. I turned back around. Toshiro was standing besides Suzuki-sensei's desk.

"I'll see you later Sumi-chan," Kiyomi quietly said as she exited the room.

"Well, as I mentioned earlier, I'm sure you'd help out Hitsugaya-san find his classes won't you? I believe he has all the same classes as you," she said with a smile.

I put on a respectful smile and replied obediently, "Yes Sensei, I'll help him. Follow me please Hitsugaya-san."

Once we were out the door, he wordlessly handed me his schedule. Apparently we did have the same classes. Lucky me, I grumbled. I dutifully showed him where everything is. On the way, he didn't talk much, so we didn't have much of a conversation. It was awkward walking besides him. People stared and whispered. They probably laughed too, at the sight of me with a perfect, handsome guy.

Why do I keep thinking he's perfect? Hah, he's probably an idiot.

Lost in my thoughts, I tripped over my own two feet. I bit back a curse. Just as I was about to stop my fall, Toshiro grabbed me and brought me back to my feet.

"Um, thanks. Sorry, I'm kind of clumsy sometimes." I awkwardly thanked him.

"Yeah, no kidding," he spoke to me for the first time.

I glared. So much for thanking him. He should have just let me fall. I started walking faster, hoping to leave him behind. But of course, he kept up with me, completely unfazed. Once we got to the classroom, I told him, "Here we are. Just wait for me after each class and I'll show you the rest of the school."

"It's fine, I'll manage," he said coolly and walked in.

My annoyance with him just kept growing and growing. I wanted to rip his hair out. One perfect, white strand at a time. Fine, let him go find his own way. Who cares if he gets lost?

At the end of the period, Toshiro had already vanished. I frowned, but waved it off. It was lunch time and it was pretty hard to miss the cafeteria; so I didn't bother looking for him. I sat down with my bento. Kiyomi plopped down beside me. Instantly our conversation was about Toshiro, much to my chagrin.

"So, how's Hitsugaya-san?" Kiyomi asked after a mouthful of food. She waggled her brows suggestively.

I sighed. "Can't a girl eat in peace?" I said with a small smile.

She nudged me. "Oh come on! He is totally HOT. How can you not be interested in him?"

"He's just a cheeky, unfriendly, antisocial brat," I scoffed.

She ignored me. "He looks like a prince," she said dreamily.

"And he talks like an arrogant one at that," I retorted. But judging by her unwavering look, it was apparent that Toshiro's good looks seemed to make up for any lack in personality.

"You know, I've always been a sucker for those cold-hearted guys. You know, the kind you only find in mangas. They're all cool and collected on the outside but on the inside they turn out to be a big softie," she said ecstatically.

I chuckled. "I don't see Hitsugaya Toshiro as a guy that's a 'big softie on the inside'."

She half-heartedly shoved me. "Why do you always have to go ruin my fantasies?"

I laughed and patted her. "Kiyomi, you could get any guy you want. You don't need to fantasize." And that was true. Kiyomi was one of the prettiest girls I knew. She had a nice porcelain face that always had groomed eyebrows, dolly eyes with green circle lens contacts, and small lips. Her healthy, jet black hair with reddish tints here and there was always shiny and cascaded down to her shoulders. She had a thin, model-like frame.

"Oh please, I wish I looked like you," she poked my side. "If only you'd stop braiding your hair and wearing those glasses every day-"

I cut her off and poked her back. "You're the pretty one."

"Flattery?" she smirked. "What do you want?" She feigned annoyance.

"I want you to stop talking about Hitsugaya Toshiro," I said with a triumphant smile.

She gave in reluctantly. "Fine fine."

The bell rang. And slowly, all the students went back to the classroom. I didn't encounter Toshiro again for the rest of the day, which was absolutely fine by me. Time slowly crept by, much to my anguish. But soon enough, the day was over and I was on my way back home. I couldn't help but feel uneasy, like someone was watching me. I shrugged it off. I waved at a little boy who was sitting next to a flower vase. He had been here for the past week. He timidly waved back.

When I finally got home, I unbraided my hair and took off my glasses. I unceremoniously flopped onto my bed and let out a tired sigh. Snuggling deep under my covers, I shut my eyes and drifted off to sleep. My very last thought was: Thank goodness it's the weekend.