East Gate High, the most prestigious and lavish boarding school on the coast of Japan. Where the deliciously hot, enigmatic and aristocratic offspring of Karakuras rich and famous attended, money meant nothing if you didn't have the fancy degrees to complete the perfect lifestyle. Now everybody says the rich kids have it easy, we get what want and we barely have to work for it, we go running to daddy dearest and BAM! It's on a sliver platter instantly. But of course the natural world is poisoned and twisted by the media's lies and accusations, they see what they wanna see and treat us like shit for it. Everyone says they wished they had my life, well bring your underprivileged gluttonous ass down here so I can personally show you the bane of my existence, which is in fact my actual way of life. They package us together with the real greedy bastards laundering penny upon precious penny from you, even though the majority of us 'better off' folk donate to charities or endeavour to fund research for small floundering companies. All in all it's a pitiful vicious circle of hypocrisy and unfortunately I'm tied right in the damn middle of it.

My names Ichigo Kurosaki and this is the beautiful yet fucked up world I live in, I'm not trying to get sympathy god forbid I should actually do what the papers accuse me off, I'm just letting you know how hard it really is to be a rich kid in a society filled with expectant, less than understanding public figures. It's the last day of the school break and yes I'm a sad enough young lonely moron who spent most of the damn holiday cooped up in the same dorm I'd wanted to escape for the last few years but alas to no avail. I'm 17 years old, going on 18 but I've already done most of the crazy and stupid shit of someone twice my age but to be honest is was well worth the ride. Now going to house parties, private clubs and smoking different substance is gonna make ya think, Jesus Christ this guys a hell raiser..god forbid he'd do anything really crazy! Note the sarcasm, but before you all get stuck up and worthy of a slap it gets worse when your thrown into bar brawls, kicked out of clubs for drunken behaviour and shamelessly indulging in public sexual acts then getting it plastered on the front page of every magazine and newspaper the next day. Which later results in your parents finding out then all hell breaks loose involving a tongue lashing and a severe punishment. As if I haven't got enough crap to deal with, I'm not even allowed to indulge myself every once in a while ugh!

Looking back over all this, just makes me depressed is this how it's gonna be for the rest of my life? the same indigenous mistakes the same stereotypical label, the same hungry gold diggin' whores hounding after me. Damn! I need a break.

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Pushing myself back on the plush leather desk chair that was to the right of my room, ideally remembering the mischievous and publicly embarrassing incidents I'd gotten himself into over the summer break, no doubt I'd get an angry phone call from my father tomorrow morning.

'Ahh well..it's not like he's gonna personally fly back over here to sort me out..'

"OI…ICHIGO! YOU IN THERE DUDE!?"

' Oh bloody hell, here we go.. Renji's here the ultimate whirlwind of destruction.'

"ICHIGO … YOU DRIP OPEN THE DAMN DOOR, I KNOW YOUR IN THERE YOUR HAVEN'T LEFT SINCE BREAK STARTED!! PLUS I CAN HEAR YOU MOVING AROUND"

"ALRIGHT …. HOLD YOUR DAMN HORSES, YOU IMPAITENT GIT!"

I quickly stuff the thick leather bound diary in the draw of my venichion wood desk, locking it and pocketing the key. I take my time opening the door, knowing it'll only piss Renji off more. Turing the brass knob and swinging the door open I'm faced with Renji.

Now Renji's a good looking guy but here at East Gate who isn't, he has long cherry red hair that when released from the hair tie and bandanner reaches past his shoulders, giving him a badass rocker look. His face and upper half of his body are adnored with thick black tribal tattoos, that fit the rough and angled contours of his structure, neatly emphasizing every definied muscle. If your not thinking it already, yes Renji is hot and he knows it flaunting himself to his selected audience, the typical heart throb.

"bout time dude, seriously I'd thought you'd like died in there or sumit.."

"hmm..your such a dope, I'm amazed you've stayed in school this far"

"CHE!!.. What ever strawberry!"

"Is there a reason you're here Renji, or was just to irritate the fuck outta me as per usual?"

"God your so grouchy, what's the matter not get any action recently Ichigo?"

"Screw you! And FYI I get more action than you do, at least I don't have to look like a slut to do it"

" Haaa! What ever helps ya sleep at night berry head, and your just jealous coz I make one hell of a slut. But in answer to question, yes I am here for a reason everyones meetin up later for a take out and drinks since it's the last day a summer break..you gonna tag along?"

"I can't believe your proud of being known as a slut *mentally sweat drops*..but anyway yeah I don't see why not"

"hn..good well you had better get ready, Rukia's supplying the booze and the vultures will be downing it as we speak."

I smirk then, yeah we were pretty much addicted to the alcohol and whenever a bottle or even a few bottles made an appearance, you could bet in the better part of an hour it'd be gone.

Leaving Renji to just bum around my room as usual I changed into some better clothes, as currently I'm wearing nothing but a pair of silk pyjama pants. Finally after rummaging through the monster sized closet I pull out a black lacoste polo top, with a pair a loose fitting levi jeans, Armani belt and dark grey plimsol shoes. A black wrist band and several other bracelets clinging to my arms. After checking myself in the mirror and spraying on some fine aftershave, I'm set to go.

"Right, I'm ready lets go, I'm starving." I tell Renji as walk from the down the small hallway from my room.

"Awesome, Rukia called a few minutes ago everyones there so we gotta hurry..!"

Grabbing my keys, phone and wallet from the bowl on the coffee table we walk to the door, where I pull on a plain black leather biker jacket before locking the door and jogging after Renji towards Rukias place.