Hey guys, this is my first bleach fanfic (EVER), that I got inspired to write because of a dream I had about this idea. So, I developed that dream and turned into a story that I thought some people could enjoy. So please do and give me some feedback on what you think. So without further ado, Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach...
The morning sun's rays hit a pair of newly awoken violet eyes. Yawning, Rukia sits up slowly from her lavish, round bed. Not much time has passed; a maid gently opens the door, walking inside her bedroom. She pushes the lavender silk curtains aside to reveal more light.
"Ms. Kuchiki sama," the maid addresses, "It's time to get up for school." Rukia looks for the time on the wall clock and nods at the maid.
"Your breakfast and items are ready for you once you come down," the maid says before closing the door to give her privacy. Rukia looks around the room, eyes stopping to notice the date on the calendar.
"April 15th, back to life again," she says quietly to herself. She gets up, slips on her Chappy bunny slippers and walks to her bathroom.
"Ms. Kuchiki sama, your bag," a maid hands her black book bag. Rukia takes the bag from her hand, making sure to check the Chappy key chain is attached to the zipper.
"Thank you, Momo." She smiles at the big brown eyed maid. All of the maids and butlers are all in standing position in a row, by the mansion's entrance, waiting for Rukia's departure.
"Oooh! Ms. Rukia~! I looove what you've done to your outfit," a maid with the name of Rangiku says while examining her outfit, "A light blue denim, shirt dress with cute white skinny jeans! Not bad girl! You'll make those college boys go gaga for ya! But if it were me, I'd change the belt to red instead of light brown." She takes Rukia's hands with her own. Rukia blushes, laughing a bit from her unexpected comment. A hand slaps Rangiku in the head,
"Rangiku! Didn't I tell you stop making Ms. Kuchiki feel awkward?" Nanao pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose. Rangiku pouts.
"I'm sorry Ms. Kuchiki for this idiot," she bows and pushes Rangiku to the same.
"That's alright," Rukia says, trying to ease the situation. A butler comes through the big, white doors of the mansion,
"Ms. Kuchiki sama, the limo is ready for your departure." Rukia steps outside and cascades down the mansion's staircase, a few sun rays catch her face with every step she takes. A white, shiny limo is parked on the driveway. The driver tips his hat to her and opens the door. Rukia mutters a hello and slides into her seat. Rukia opens the window.
"I'll see you all later!" Rukia waves goodbye to all of the mansion's staff who are waiting by the staircase.
"Good luck!" They all bid her farewell as the limo drives slowly away from the mansion. The tinted window closes and Rukia leans back against the leather seat with a sigh.
"Ya seem tired Ms. Kuchiki? Not ready to start yo' second year at the university?" The driver teases, noticing her tiredness. Rukia gazes at the window and simply answers,
"I didn't get enough sleep last night." The first day of school has always been tenacious for Rukia. Everything matters, first impressions, assignments, simple details such as clothes and lunch. If you're not the best then you're the worst. Yes, they're harsh words but why live a life where you're under someone's control when they could be under yours. Rukia has been taught this way and has been living in the similar manner. Raised alone in a beautiful three-story mansion, luxury has always been at her side. She only has one significant other in her life; the one she owes her life, her brother.
"That's too bad, ya should probably get some tonight, considering yo' brother should be arriving tomorrow." This causes Rukia to sit upright against the seat. This was definitely news to her; she knew he would be coming around this week but not exactly when. From the rear view mirror, the driver sees Rukia's tension building up and smirks.
"Same place yeah?" The driver asks for Rukia's approval. Rukia snaps out of her thoughts,
"Oh, yes." The driver nods slowly and drops her a few blocks away from the university.
"Thanks, Ichimaru san," Rukia says to her silver-haired, weird smiling driver.
"'S no problem." Rukia starts to head her way, but Gin Ichimaru's voice stops her.
"Ms. Kuchiki try not to get in trouble, wouldn't want yo' brother to worry," Ichimaru gives one of his creepy trademark smiles. Rukia freezes up for a bit; Ichimaru's chilling voice had always made her feel like she was strangled by snakes. She gulps and nods her head; the limo drives away leaving her finally alone, at peace. Rukia lets out a breath of air and begins walking towards her school.
Rukia finally arrives at Karakura University's campus. Soft music blares from the marching band's practice, as club members from every club encourage new freshmen to join their amazing club. Rukia smiles at some freshmen who are trying to get away from some clingy senior club members. She used to be in their shoes last year, almost ended up being late to her first class because of some clubs. One mistake could have cost her life in a sense. This time she was going to make sure everything goes according to her plan. As she walks towards the building, she pulls her schedule out of her bag.
(Applied) Physics II Ukitake Jushiro 10:00 - 11:30 (TTH)
Calculus II Aizen Sosuke 10:00 - 11:00 (MWF)
English II Kyoraku Shunsui 2:00 - 3:00 (MWF)
Biology I Ukitake Jushiro 4:00 - 6:00 (TTH)
All of the subjects looked easy to handle except physics the one she decided to major in. Physics was the only real subject that worried her yet fascinated her at the same time. How can something so simple of why an apple falls to the ground, can turn into something so complicated. She puts her schedule back into her bag and happily walks to her next class, knowing who her teacher will be. She finds her physics class and immediately steps into the classroom. The room has no windows but it has bright tube lighting. There are nine wooden desks per row with gray seats attached to each portion of desk space. The room seems small on the outside but on the inside it has a lot more space. Rukia takes a seat in the corner of the back room. She checks the time on her watch, it's 9:50, right on time.
"I'm pretty nervous about this class, to be honest," a guy with crazy red hair and tattoos slides into the seat next to Rukia. Rukia doesn't even bother to look at him and answers,
"Nervous? It's just physics, didn't you take it before?" The red haired guy looks at her as if she gone bonkers.
"I have, didn't you?" Now Rukia finally looks at him. She gets the impression of a burnout. One of those kids who cut class to smoke weed or listens to one of those heavy metal rock bands. But, instead here he is attending one of the most prestigious universities in the country in a physics class.
"I have or I wouldn't be in this class, now would I?" Rukia squints at him.
"Well, same goes to me. It seems we're going to round and round in circles so I'll just end it," he brings out a hand for her to shake, "I'm Renji," he smiles.
"Rukia," she doesn't accept his hand. Renji's smile deflates like a balloon.
"Don't take it personally, I just don't do handshakes," Rukia says truthfully.
"Nah, it's okay I understand," he puts his hand down under his desk and doesn't say anything more. The door opens and a man with white hair enters the classroom. Rukia sits up straight in her seat, noticing her old teacher's presence, something looks off. He looks sick, he has dark circles under his eyes and his pale skin is paler than usual. He walks slowly until he reaches the main desk in the center.
"Good morning class," he says in a quiet voice. The class replies back. "I have an important announcement," Rukia leans forward in her seat so she can hear his quiet voice speak. "I will not be teaching this class or any of my other classes," the whole class erupts in gasps and whispers. "I apologize, but I have a slight emergency on my part," he coughs harshly,"I have cancer," he simply states it as if it were a little excuse. The class breaks into dead silence. So quiet, someone could hear a pin drop. Rukia shakes her head in disbelief, how can her favorite professor from last year have such a dreadful disease? He smiles sadly,"I didn't find out until a month before the school year began, so they couldn't change the schedules on the paper, so I apologize once again if you looked forward in working with me." He specifically looks at Rukia's sadden face, "Nothing can prepare you for life's many wonders, so just enjoy what little time you may have left. Just some advice I leave you with. Now, I'm still going to try to fight this thing, but for the moment I will leave you in the capable teaching hands of an old friend of mine." A knock comes at the door. "You can come on in, the class is yours," he yells out to the door. Out walks in a tall, brightly, orange haired man. Mr. Ukitake takes a seat at a small desk nearby. Whispers about the young teacher break loose across the classroom.
"Isn't he too young?"
"I don't care, he's hot~"
"Is he seriously our new teacher? What a godsend!" Meanwhile, the first thought that comes to Rukia's mind is, why orange?
"Yo, I'm Mr. Kurosaki Ichigo, nice to meet you all," Ichigo's sugar coated deep voice makes the girls melt even more. He gives a smile that shows off his pearly whites. Rukia rolls her eyes, knowing she has to deal with this for the rest of the semester and so on.
"Don't worry, for those of you who don't think I'm qualified just because I am young, don't let my age fool you. I have a masters in this field of physics," he explains with teasing voice.
"How old are you?" A boy with turquoise eyes raises his hand.
"24, how old are you?" Ichigo whips his question right back at him without skipping a beat. A slight blush rises up the boy's cheeks.
"15," the boy grumbles. The class laughs at their conversation.
"Looks like they're letting everyone come to this university nowadays," Rukia mumbles to herself. For the rest of the hour, Professor Kurosaki ( or Mr. Kurosaki as he insists), tells more about himself, how he was 17 years old when he went to this very university. His dad was a doctor who ran his own clinic, which greatly helped him in his studies. He has two younger sisters that are in their senior year of high school. Everyone seemed very fascinated meanwhile Rukia was wondering why they haven't started any physics!
"You don't seem too fond of the new teacher?" Renji asks, noticing her scowled face.
"You don't say," Rukia rolls her eyes and muses, "All he does is talk about his life, where's the new assignment or new lesson, that his 'physics major' is supposed to teach," Rukia's eyes observe her new teacher. He's wearing a fitted, black round neck long-sleeve shirt with the number 15 written messily in red on the bottom side, white skinny jeans and some old red sneakers. He looks more college student than college professor.
"I'll say if it were me, I'd- whoa hey!" Renji sees Rukia's hand go up,
"What the hell are you doing?" He catches her eyes flash with frustration and irritation. Ichigo sees Rukia's hand and picks on her for a question.
"Why did you become a professor if all you came here to do is to talk about yourself?" Rukia's statement makes the room go silent. Ichigo blinks at her, not believing what he had heard.
"I'm sorry, I'm not sure on what you mean," Ichigo, crosses his arms against his chest and focuses on his new student.
"You claim you have a major or a masters in physics, so why don't you put it to good use and actually teach us something, instead of just talking about your boring life. I didn't waste my time to hear about yourself, I came here to learn." Rukia dangerously challenges Mr. Kurosaki. Rukia receives death glares from all over the room but she doesn't mind it one bit, her eyes are trained on Ichigo. Ichigo loosens up his shoulders and leans on the side of the oak desk. He smirks and responds,
"Well isn't physics related to life, physics is the study of what matter is made up of and the forces that interact on objects, applicable to everyday 'boring' life? A principal of physics is the interactions of time and force. For example, when someone drives a car, when the car accelerates, decelerates or turns. The driver must anticipate the forces acting upon the car to keep him or her on the road. Life and physics are two complete puzzle pieces, it has been there ever since mine and your life began. In a sense you could say it brought you in this world since without physics, medical tools such as ultrasound and X-ray, which helps when a woman gives birth, would be rendered useless. If you still think my life has nothing to do with physics and what I teach. Then, the door is always open, to find yourself a new teacher Ms.?" Ichigo implies for her name.
"Rukia," she says quietly, her eyes no longer on him, hiding from eye contact.
"Ms. Rukia," he repeats her name slowly, making sure every vowel is said from his voice. The class is even more silent and Rukia is silently shocked, frustrated to her bone. Ukitake smiles from his seat as if he can see the future already.
"Alright class, I think that's enough questions for today, turn to chapter one and start reading from there as prior knowledge of what you should have learned last semester." He takes one long glance at Rukia and then turns around to write something on the chalkboard. Tired groans and books hitting the hard table escape from the room. Rukia freezes in her seat, her fists clenching under her desk, vowing to never let this one go.
After class, Rukia immediately meets up with Ukitake while still avoiding eye contact with her new teacher. Mr. Ukitake slowly gets up from his seat.
"Hello Rukia," Ukitake kindly greets.
"Hello Mr. Ukitake," Rukia bows respectfully.
"Would you like to stop by for some coffee in the cafe," Ukitake suggests. Rukia widens her eyes as if he read her mind. She nods at him. They walk out of the classroom and shift into the cafe directly across the cafeteria. Rukia inhales the aroma from her soothing cappuccino, as she can already feel it heal her headache.
"So how are you feeling?" Rukia asks him. He smiles at Rukia's worried face.
"Well, I'm just holding on to the best of my ability,"
"Is there a chance you can still teach again?" Rukia asks even though she already knows what the answer is.
"Rukia, I can see you and Ichigo got up on the wrong track but give him a chance, I trust that he will do a good job," Ukitake says in between sips of his ginger tea.
"Yes but he's only 24!" Rukia protests. Ukitake puts his tea down.
"Ichigo, is a good friend and a student of mine. I taught him everything I knew, so don't underestimate him," Ukitake reasons with Rukia. Rukia sighs,
"Okay, fine, I'll give him a chance but it still won't be the same without you."
"I know," he laughs jovially and gets up from the table, "Well, I must get going now. Don't worry Rukia; I'll make sure to visit a few times to see how you are doing or to let you know how I'm doing. Make sure to take care of yourself and don't stress too much about Ichigo, goodbye," he gives a reassuring squeeze on her shoulder and leaves some money for the bill. Rukia says goodbye and watches his figure leave. She checks the time on her watch; it's about 1:00. She still has three hours until her final class. She pulls her physics book out of her bag and begins reading.
"Wakey, Wakey," a finger pokes Rukia in the shoulder. Rukia twitches her eyes, her sleep slowly breaking. She slowly lifts her head from the book and rubs her eyes.
"Oh good, you're awake," the same voice says. Rukia clears her eyes to see a man in his late thirties or early forties with light blond hair wearing a green and white striped gardener's hat. He checks the clock,
"You might have time to make it if you run," he muses. Rukia tilts her head, confused on what he's saying. Then it hits her, time!
"Shit!" She stands up from the chair and quickly shoves everything in her bag. She yells out thank you to the stranger who woke her up as she runs to her class.
"Oh wait, you forgot your schedule-" But by then she was already gone. He takes a look at her schedule and pockets it with interest. Meanwhile, Rukia is wandering the halls, trying to figure out which room she has to get to.
"You look lost miss, is there anything I can help you with?" A man with a polite voice asks her.
"Yeah, I wanted to know what room is Biology I for Professor Ukitake's class," Rukia hastily asks. The man pushes his glasses at the bridge of his nose and smiles,
"Room 2225."
"Thank you!" Rukia makes a dash for the room.
"You're quite welcome," he says watching her go. So far, this day was not going Rukia's way, but at least she wouldn't worry about seeing that idiot of a teacher again. It was only one class, she would just have to power through. She finds room 2225. With only a minute to spare, she opens the closed door and the teacher says,
"You just keep popping everywhere don't you." Ichigo smirks at her, taking in her disheveled raven hair and her bloodshot, sleep deprived eyes. All Rukia can do is just stand frozen by the doorway, utterly shocked.
"Well, shit."
Phew! Glad that was done with, tell me what you think! P.S. I do not have masters in Physics (lol) in real life but you never know haha