OnigiriKami: Hello there! I know that this is my third fanfic, and that I still have two other stories that aren't finished yet, but I don't know why! I just have a habit of making new stories while I'm stilling finishing the rest! So I am sorry if I disappointed you!!

I started this story, because I got inspired by.... I don't now! Just thought it up in my head! DAMN I'm a daydreamer, DAMN IT!

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Disclaimer: I do NOT own Bleach!!


Two teenage boys wearing the same identical school uniforms laid on the ground, a pool of blood had been trickling out of their face, for they had been bashed in the same area for many times. There was still one man out of all the three standing in the middle of the alleyway. He trembled at the man who had single handedly beat them up and cowered at the man's scary gaze.

"Y-You... orange hair... s-scowl face.. y-your that delinquent!" the man said so shakily that he could wet himself.

"Ehh~ you know me? Heh, your not as dumb as you look." the orange haired teenager rose his left foot up, until it reached above his own face, "You should be grateful of knowing the guy who just made you into a sandwich!" he let his foot fly, plummeting like a sling-shot on the trembling man's head. With the big impact, the man gave a final shriek before he lost consciousness.

The orange head looked at them, he was smiling in pleasure of their misery. He was walking out of the alleyway, but before he went entirely out, he spat on the unconscious bodies, showing as much disrespect as possible. When he had walked completely out of the stinking garbage alleyway, he saw a man leaning against the wall at his right side. The man had a bluish hair and had sharp eyes under his glasses. He looked at the orange head in disapproval, he shook his head at him, before he got himself off of the wall.

"Another one, Kurosaki?"

"Shut up! You know how I am whenever guys pick on my hair!" Ichigo said with the scowl deepening on his face.

"Huh, you never back down in a fight." Ishida said in a mocking tone, as if he had memorized everything Ichigo said.

"Yeah, exactly." Ichigo dusted off his white school shirt and afterwards, he shoved his hands in his grey pants pocket.

"To proud, aren't you, Mr. Delinquent?" Ishida's mocking tone never went away. He followed behind Ichigo with his hands in his pocket also.

"Shut up, don't call me that." Ichigo said so quietly, which showed that he was serious. "Damn those dumb ass stereotypes!"

"Heh, then why do you act like one, looking like one, and fight like one?"

"No particular reason, I'm just like that." Ichigo's eyes became distant as he said that. "I was always like this."

"Kurosaki..." before Ishida could finish what he had said, Ichigo passed by him.

"Hurry up, we'll be late."

"This is Kuchiki Rukia, she has just transfered from Inuzuri." Ochi-sensei said excitedly. "Come in, closer, closer!" she said to a petite girl. She had dark black hair that had showed off her brilliant violet eyes. She wore the customary school outfit for summer that had a yellow wool vest on top of a white collared shirt, grey skirt, red ribbon with a golden badge in the middle, and the white school shoes.

She came steadily to Ochi-sensei, stopped, and face the class, "Nice to meet you all, my name is Kuchiki Rukia!" she bowed low to a forty-five degree angle. "Please take care of me!"

Suddenly, the class door had been slammed open and their was a flash of orange coming in. It bumped into the new transfer student, which made her topple over to the floor. Desperate for reaching something to hold on to, so that she wouldn't fall, she grabbed onto the person who had pushed her. But unexpectedly, he had fell down also.

Rukia's eye twitched in pain at the impact of the ground colliding on her butt. She was in so much pain that she had not realize someone was towering over her. When the pain in her bottom had slowed down, she saw how she was positioned. She was laying on the ground and someone was on top of her, with both hands blocking her sides. She glanced up to see who it was, and she flinched a little. It was a guy with amber eyes staring at her with the most hardest scowl that she had ever seen on a person's face, and he had orange hair.

She went tense under his gaze and she fought back at him with her stare harding. She was not going to let someone intimidate her on the first day of her new school. She saw him a little surprised at her reaction, then his eyes returned to normal. Then just slowly, he pecked her on the cheek with his lips.

"Huh?" she said, almost confused at what he did, then her face had gone red. She kicked underneath him, and shoved him up above the ground making him get off of her. She started to wiped her cheek and continuously rubbed it back and forth, as if trying to wash away the feeling of it. "W-What was that for!?"

He stared, unreadable of what he was thinking, then he got off of the ground and walked towards where he sat. All students were quiet and were staring at them. Then he stopped for a while, before he turned around and said:

"It's a warning to not get close to me, or you'll get more of those."

OnigiriKami: Ehh... nothing much really in this chapter, just a introduction. And I think I'm going to take this chapter slowly.

Also, do not think that the kiss was 'more than', he just wanted Rukia to fear her and not get near her, also this is kind of stupid, but let's say that, that was his first kiss ;)

So how did you like my masterpiece?! MWAHAHAHAHAHA (randomness~)

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