Intro: A story on Shinigami who come into the real world. It was conceived ages ago, (before the event actually happened in the manga), so the details aren't going to be that accurate. The main group here is Rukia, Renji, Hitsugaya, Matsumoto and Hinamori. But other characters will make their appearances, in their strange positions within the real world.
Disclaimer: Bleach. Not. Mine.
Dammit, why do I still have to go to school? It had been 5 days since Ichigo had his butt kicked by the strange half Hollow, half Shinigami creature, and Urahara had come in with his annoying voice and saved the day. The teen's body was still swathed in bandages, and it hurt when he moved. But Yuzu had insisted he go to school, and she had won both Karin and Isshin over to her side, so it would be pointless to resist. The last time he had tried to escape going to school, it had been before he had met Rukia…
"IIIIIIIIIIIIICHIGO!" The all-too-familiar screech of the hyperactive Kurosaki Isshin could be heard throughout the house. "GET UP ICHIGO! YOU'RE GOING TO-" A foot landed in the overexcited father's stomach.
"No… I'm not. I don't feel that well."
"Nonsense! My little Yuzu thinks you're all better now, and that means you are! Plus, no one who's too sick to go to school could have kicked me like that, with such style, with such a flowing gracefulness…"
"Shut up before I kick you again."
"I'll be back up in 10 minutes!" The crazy parent left the room, singing happily to himself while Ichigo watched his retreating back with a look that said "How the hell am I related to that guy?".
Ten minutes later, Isshin was back. "IIIIIICHIGO! TIME TO GET UP YOU LAZY BUM! REMEMBER, YOU'RE GOING TO SCHOOL NO MATTER WHAT!"
Only by shouting back, could Ichigo made himself heard "HELL NO OLD MAN! I'M NOT GOING DAMMIT!"
"YES YOU ARE!" Without warning, the strange Kurosaki reached out and grabbed a hold of Ichigo's legs.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YO THINK YOU'RE DOING!"
"If Ichigo won't come to school, I'll have to force him." Ichigo sweatdropped as Isshin began pulling.
"YOU'RE GOING TO DRAG ME BY THE LEGS ALL THE WAY TO SCHOOL?"
"Yes! Since Ichigo won't go by himself, it's the only way to show my fatherly affection for you!"
"YOU'RE INSANE! THERE'S NO WAY I'M GOING TO DO THIS!" Struggling as hard as he could, he tried to break free, but his father had a surprisingly strong grip, and pulled him out of the room determinedly. Karin and Yuzu looked in surprise as their father dragged their brother down the stairs, bumping him purposely on each step as he did so. "STOP IT YOU CRAZY OLD MAN! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE- OUCH!"
And so it continued in this fashion, Ichigo struggling, screaming to be released, while Isshin stalked off determinedly, dragging his son to school by the legs. An hour later, they arrived at the school, which would have taken about 10 minutes to walk to normally, but due to the circumstances, they had come a bit late. "Kurosaki-kun… why are you being carried to school by your father? Aren't your legs feeling well?"
"I-I-Inoue-san! I uh… Uh…" Ichigo tried to find an appropriate answer as far from the truth as possible, but his father beat him to it.
"He was being a naughty boy, so I had to drag him to school. And HELLOOOO there…" Isshin had just caught sight of Inoue's large… upstairs. His eyes went all googly as drool descended from his gaping mouth. "You should come over to the Kurosaki Clinic sometime, I'm sure we could-"
A punch sent him flying across entrance of the school. "You are NOT going to hit on my school friends, you lecherous bastard!"
He was sure that this time, if he tried to resist, things would be no different. Grudgingly, he dragged himself to school, and when he reached his classroom, he looked in surprise. The usually tight classroom was even smaller now, or so it seemed, for half a dozen or so desks had just been stuffed in to the already tight space. "What the hell?"
"Kurosaki-kun!" Inoue called out and waved to the bandaged boy. She too was heavily bandaged it appeared, but it didn't stop her from waving frantically to him.
"Inoue, Heya. You know why there are so many extra desks all of a sudden?"
Before the girl could answer, the teacher's voice came from behind Ichigo. "That would be because, Kurosaki-san, we have 5 new students joining our midst today, one of them I believe you know." I… know? "Today we are going to have 5 new students joining us, who had to transfer from another school, after it was destroyed in a fire." The class looked around expectantly, but could see no new faces. "They should be here in a few minutes…" The teacher seemed a touch impatient, after all, she loved order and punctuality. Ichigo thought he heard footsteps approaching, and could also hear voices, which were having a very… interesting conversation.
"Hey… which classroom was it again?"
"How the hell should I know?"
"Didn't you have a memo with you when we left? Baka."
"It… uh… disappeared."
"Disa-What do you mean it disappeared?"
"You know, I mean… Poof! It's gone, I can't find it."
"Oh my god. You're such a dumbass."
"Hey, it's not all that bad, we could just search for his spirit energy." Spirit energy? What are they talking about? Ichigo's mind was racing… at the approximate speed of a snail, but that was irrelevant. The relevant part was that these newcomers were talking about spirit energy. Who the hell are they?
"We need to act normal and quiet so as not to attract attention!"
"Shhhh…"
"Shhhh yourself."
"Alright, this is the one, go on, open the door."
The door slid open and Ichigo found himself staring at a group of all-too-familiar faces. "Yo! How ya been, Ichigo?"
"Renji! Rangiku-san? Momo-san?" He also noticed a tuft of white hair below his eye level. "Toushirou!"
"It's… Hitsugaya-taichou." His reply was in a tone that sounded bored, as usual.
"What the hell are you guys doing here?"
"Orders from higher up. We're being stationed here to help prepare for the war against the Arankuru."
"Aran-what?" Ichigo was struggling to come to terms with the highly difficult word.
"Those things that fully thrashed your ass, idiot."
The teacher felt she must interfere. This talk of 'Arankuru' was confusing her, she had never heard of the term before, and she had received 4 years of tertiary education. "Excuse me, but weren't there meant to be five of you transferring here? One of whom was-" Renji pointed behind her, and Ichigo turned around in shock when a loud voice hailed him.
"Oi! Ichigo. Long time no see."
"Rukia…?"
"Ah… there we go… Kuchiki-san, welcome back to our class. We have all missed you. Now, it is customary for all our new students to introduce themselves, tell us a bit about yourself, and one of you can explain about your old school. Abarai-san, you start off."
The redhead struggled to remember what he had learnt about their 'school'. "Uh… we came from the uh… what was it called? Shiniga-" A sharp elbow attacked his ribs. "Ow! What was that for?" He glared at the white haired boy beside him, who looked quite strange in a shirt and tie, rather than his captain robes.
"Baka You're messing everything up. Let me do the talking, at least I remember all that fake crap we were supposed learn before coming here." This was said in barely a whisper, so that none but Renji heard it. Clearing his throat, Hitsugaya took over in the introduction.
"We came from The Japan Co-ed School. It was a pretty small school, so not many people may have heard of it, but it was destroyed by fire recently, and we had to all transfer to other schools. I'm Hitsugaya Toushirou, this is Hinamori Momo, Matsumoto Rangiku, and Abarai Renji. I believe you already know Kuchiki Rukia."
"Yes… thank you, Hitsugaya-san." The new students took their places, and the rest of the day went on.
At lunch, there was quite a bit of confusion. "Oi… Ichigo! Where does a guy get his food around here?"
"Now who's the dumbass Renji? You gotta bring your own stuff from home!"
"What the hell, don't they have like, kitchens? Where we can just go in and take whatever food you want?"
"This isn't Soul Society you idiot, you'd have to at least pay for your food." Meanwhile, Hitsugaya, Hinamori and Matsumoto were off to one side, sharing a small picnic lunch while Renji argued with Ichigo. Rukia had gone off to meet with her old friends. Suddenly, the redhead noticed the food that the captain and 2 vice-captains were wolfing down.
"Oi… Hitsugaya! Where'd you get that grub?" He wilted under the boy's icy glare.
"We may not be in Soul Society, but it's still Hitsugaya-taichou to you, Renji."
"Gah… so particular about it, anyway, I can't go around calling you captain! Even I know that isn't normal for humans. Anyway, back to the real important question, where'd you get all that food?"
"We brought it back from our house Abarai-kun." Hinamori was munching on a bun as she said this, but the meaning wasn't lost on the redheaded boy.
"What? How come no one told me this?"
"Because you were too busy losing that memo I guess, dumbass." Renji glared at the white haired boy, but Hitsugaya didn't even flinch. How the hell do Matsumoto and Hinamori put up with that kid? I'd die if he was my captain…
"House…? You guys actually have a place to live?"
"Well yeah. It'd be pointless to not have a place to live, and too difficult to go back to Soul Society every night. We rented this large place from some old guy on holiday. It fits all of us."
"Well, you don't need that big a place to house 5 people."
"No Kurosaki-kun, there's more! We aren't the only ones who came to Earth."
Ichigo was drinking his cola as he heard this comment from the 5th Division vice-captain, and instantly sprayed it all out, unfortunately, onto Hitsugaya. "What? There are more of you?"
"Of course. You're even thicker than Renji." The white haired captain looked at his clothes in dismay as they were now stained with a dark liquid. "Friggin hell, you're clumsier than Renji as well."
As Hitsugaya went off in search of a bathroom to clean himself up, with Ichigo and Renji accompanying him, the gluttonous Matsumoto took the opportunity to try to devour the rest of the food. She only stopped when a worried Hinamori tapped her on the shoulder. "Mmmm?" was all she could manage with a mouth full of food.
"Um… Rangiku-san, why is there a crowd of boys surrounding us and staring?" Matsumoto turned, and found that this was true. A large group of boys had gathered, some were drooling as their eyes found the giant twin peaks of Mt. Matsumoto, others were looking for pieces of paper to scribble their telephone number on. Matsumoto, however, seemed oblivious to the truth.
"Nee… I'm sure they're just interested, seeing as how we're new and all, I wouldn't worry about them trying to take the food Hinamori. Help me eat it already." Hinamori felt kinda uncomfortable about eating in the presence of so many infatuated boys, but Rangiku had said it was fine, right? They had nothing to worry about. Anyway, Shirou-chan should be back any minute now, and he'd protect her no matter what. She was nibbling on another bun, when she gave a small shriek. A boy that she recognized from her new class, the one called Mizuiro had just stumbled across and landed in her lap.
"EEEEEEK!" Her shriek was shrill, piercing the air. In a few seconds, Hitsugaya came running up, ploughing straight through a few kids on the way. He glared at the boy who lay in Hinamori's lap, his eyes closed and a look of content on his face.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Hitsugaya's voice was icy cold. Matsumoto recognized the danger signs, and backed away slowly, motioning for Renji and Ichigo to do the same. When Mizuiro didn't answer, Hitsugaya began glowing with a powerful aura, an aura that radiated the deepest chill anyone had ever felt. The surrounding boys screamed and ran for their lives, shrieking about 'scary little kids' and 'freakish powers' Hitsugaya reached for his sword, but found nothing. Dammit, why'd they have to ban us from carrying our zanpakutou in the living world? Hyourinmaru would make mince meat out of him. Mizuiro finally seemed to jerk from his wild fantasy, and stared at Hitsugaya, who was getting colder and scarier by the second. Screeching, the boy ran away, creating a trail of dust behind him as he did. Hitsugaya calmed down, and as he did, the weather returned to normal, no more snow fell on the ground around him.
"Hinamori, are you alright?" Hitsugaya's voice was full of concern.
"Um… think so Shirou-chan."
"Good. If he did anything to you, tell me and he won't be coming to class anymore."
A look of confusion came over Hinamori's face. "Why Shirou-chan? Would you tell on him if he did something to me? Is that why he won't come to class?"
Shaking his head, Hitsugaya replied softly. "Baka… of course not. It'd be much more permanent, but don't worry about it."
Stuff: Yes... well there you go. More to come, and introduction of other characters of course.
