OK, hi guys! This is my latest work. Yes it is romance, and sorry IchiIshi fans! No yaoi (or even yuri, but who knows), it's rated teen for some sexual themes, mild language and slight horror! Please review and rate! (Oh, by the way Ray-ven is an adaption of Raven, because of her hair. But I thought it gave her more depth as Ray-ven) Enjoy!

It was a sunny day in Karakura Town. Ray-Ven walked down the pavement backpack slung on her shoulder, heart fluttering. What would her new school be like? Would the people ostracise her for being gothic and intelligent, like her previous classmates? Or would they find her dumb and stupid because they were better educated? She dismissed these thoughts as she neared the front entrance. People were everywhere, mingling, talking, doing their thing before school. Finally, she passed through the doors.

She walked slowly down the corridor, trying to keep her eyes down as everyone stared at her. Her lunch clunked heavily in her satchel and she kept her hands clasped in front of her. Her uniform was fitted. Showing off he huge boobs and slim, but curvy figure,. Her skirt was short, but was longer than most of the girls' skirts.

She was aware that she stuck out like a sore thumb. Everyone here was Japanese and she was certainly the only white person. And she was pale at that. Pale skin, dark raven hair, cut simply so that it was long at the front but short, to the point of being almost razored at the back. Silky and lustrous, it reflected the light, looking almost navy blue. Most people believed she dyed it, but it was natural.

She stepped into the class 1-3, the day had already begun and the teacher was midway through registration. At this point, she raised up her eyes. And immediately saw him. It was like looking into a mirror. He was male and had a more Japanese mix in there than her, but the same skin, same hair, same build and exactly the same eyes. Almost cat like, a deep blue, that seemed to stare into the soul and yet, hid something beneath them. And that was when she felt it, the reiatsu of everyone in the room. A shinigami, two other types she couldn't identify and... They realised it simultaneously, the look of shock was mirrored in his own eyes.

Quincy. Quincy reiatsu. But.. She was the last. When her parents had died... That was it. The end. This couldn't.

Shaking herself, mentally, she smiled at everyone. Catching the shinigami's eye for a moment as the fellow Quincy duck his head once again. She made a quick speech, as the Japanese did, and then sat down.

She watched the other Quincy all day. He had almost all the same lessons as her. She learnt his name was Ishida, first name Uryuu from Orihime, one with the energy she couldn't place and boobs nearly as large as Ray-ven's and her friends. Who were all very nice, if a bit girly.

At lunch she ate with Orihime, Chad (another person in the class with weird reiatsu), Kurosaki (the shinigami) and Ishida, who sat silently staring, hardly speaking a word as they all talked.

Kurosaki was surprisingly nice, funny and.. Good looking. Despite his bright orange hair and scowl that forever crossed his face. But as he laughed she saw it slip slightly.

Ray-ven really liked Kurosaki and he liked her.

As Ray-ven was walking home, the sun glistening off her hair and glasses when she sensed him. He was just down the alley. And sure enough, as she turned into it, there he stood, leaned against the wall, school bag over one shoulder. He raised one hand, to push his glasses up. And she saw it, the glint of the bracelet under his sleeve, identical to the one on her own wrist.

She waited, wondering who would speak. After several moments passed, she opened her mouth, but her got their first.

"Takahata isn't an English name, is it?" Ishida had a silky, smooth, low voice. That seemed both safe and dangerous simultaneously. Like blood drenched silk.

"It's my adoptive parents name." She could almost see him wince, and she smiled slightly. "But call me Ray-ven"

"Well, Ray-ven. Are there.. More of you. Moe of.. Us?" His voice was careful, but she could tell he was edgy, his breath held for the answer.

"No. " Her voice rang out in the silence and hung in the air, like a bad smell for a for moment. Face dead pan and tone emotionless, she elaborated. "I thought I was the last. After my parents died. " He didn't ask any more questions. So she cotinued onwards, feeling him stiffen as she brushed past him.