A/N: This is my first story and I hope it goes well, criticism is appreciated. A good friend of mine helped me come up with this crazy idea. Thanks my little psychopath! :D Hope you enjoy the story!

(Hichigo's POV)

As if this job wasn't bad enough! That's what I get for thinking it couldn't get worse. So sad, ne?

"I don't know. It would be nice to have a new person around right?" The red haired man across from me said with a smile.

"Tch, I bet they'll come along and start whimpering about how they don't want to do work."

"Like you did?"

"…I didn't whimper. I just cussed out people who told me to do stuff when it was too early."

"Right."

"Well, the old man wants me to keep an eye on the rookie. I'd better get going" I said with a small sigh. This was going to be a long day.

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(Normal POV)

Alright, it's just another job right? How hard could working at Wal-Mart be? The orange haired man sighed as stood outside. Sure it was just Wal-Mart, but it was still a job. Oh well, he didn't want to be late anyway.

"Oi! Are you just going to stand there all day?" a watery voice called to him, a hint of annoyance there.

"No, I'm going to-" the orange haired man stopped mid-sentence once he turned around, getting a good look at the other. He had skin that was completely snow-white, and had hair of the same color. What really caught his eye though, were the man's eyes. The iris was a golden hue, completely surrounded by black as dark as the night sky.

"It's not polite to stare." The other said with a smirk.

"Tch...Yeah, whatever." The tan male growled. He had only just met this man, yet he already didn't like him.

"What's your name?"

"Why do you need to know?"

"Great to meet you, I'm Hichigo shirosaki. Just call me Shiro though."

The orange head glared at the other for ignoring his earlier question. "Ichigo Kurosaki."

"Well shit." Shirosaki said, chuckling.

"What?"

"Then you're the new employee. Great."

"Yeah, how did you know?" Ichigo asked, raising an eyebrow questioningly.

"I work here too. Don't worry, I'm not a stalker. If I was, I probably wouldn't be stalking you."

"Gee, thanks." Ichigo muttered, not able to decide if that was good or bad.

"Anyway, I suppose I'll give you the friendly greeting I give everyone. Welcome to hell, Ichigo Kurosaki."

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A/N: I hope it's not too bad D: but like I said, it's my first story. The next chapter should be longer, probably crazier. Review and you get a digital cookie! :D