Bleach Star

Chapter One

Hi, Crystal0Element here...this summer I decided to write a small fanfic for fun and my bestfriend seems to enjoy writing one. Hope You Like!

I, by no means or ways possible, own Bleach. Bleach is owned by the talented Tite Kubo.

Fanning herself with one hand helplessly and sipping a bottle of water, Inoue Orihime or as she was known to all the people that just a few minutes ago filled the huge auditorium Sun Hime, rested gratefully for the first time today. She couldn't help but be glad that the concert was finally over and so was the tour. Draining the bottle, she tossed it aside and changed out her shimmery white dress into a blue T-shirt, wash-out jeans and Converses. She sat in the mirror, fixed up her long orange hair after removing her signature flower hairpins and gently placed a blue black wig that was styled into a short cute bob with even bangs on her head. Next, she used hazel coloured contacts to hide her own gray eyes. Sun Hime, international songstress and actor, was now Inoue Orihime, plain and simple.

"Hey sis are you ready? It doesn't take me this long to change."

Without a knock or any possible warning, Matsumoto Rangiku opened the door of Inoue's dressing room. Matsumoto was Inoue's older sister from her late mother's side. When Inoue's mother died Mastumoto's father took her away leaving Inoue and her brother who both shared the same father and surnames. Her brother took care of her but his studies and the desire of a better job drew him to another part of the country. Inoue, not wanting to deprive him convinced him she could take care of herself. With monthly money being sent to her, she did just that. Inoue managed to secure a small job at a restaurant called Bizarre. Though her grades suffered from it at some times she managed to support herself for three full years.

While she was doing this Matsumoto was trained and managed by her father and at the age of sixteen was signed to a label. She sang hit after hit and soon became a thriving celebrity. Not keen when it came to acting, she modeled for various well-known designers. To the world she was known as Moto.

"Hi Matsumoto, you're an expert with transforming you know." Inoue replied.

Unlike Inoue, who true appearance was her star counterpart, Matsumoto donned on a straight purple wig, covered her beauty mark at the side of her lip and deep green contact lenses to become Moto. Sometimes Inoue wondered if she should have done it Matsumoto's way but she wanted her fans to see the real her when she performed, but as for living normally she becomes a different person, it was somewhat confusing. After Matsumoto got older and was able to make most of her career decisions, she went back for Inoue and took her under her wing. Though Inoue was doing fine she was quite lonely. She didn't have time for extra activities at school or friends. She welcomed Matsumoto and the idea of being an artist. Packing the day she came they both visited their brother who was about to graduate and open his office. He was overjoyed with the idea and from there Inoue was unstoppable. Matsumoto placed her in all the necessary classes and trained her as well. Together, they worked on Sun Hime's image and sound. Matsumoto as Moto sang on Sun Hime's first CD which helped it to soar.

Moto was far from retiring but Matsumoto knew their voices were from their mother's and she didn't think that her voice alone should be heard. Together they were quite unbeatable.

"Yea, lots of practice. Anyway, I have some good news."

Inoue looked at Matsumoto doubtfully; Matsumoto's good news these days were hardly ever Inoue's type of good news.

"The tour is over so we have a break and I've decided that we should stay here and live a little."

"Really, you mean it?"

"Of course!" Matsumoto waved her hand like she always did and smiled brightly. " I just love the shops here and I haven't had enough time to hit all of them or have I seen all the guys."

Rolling her eyes, Inoue looked back into the mirror and smiled, "So can I go back to school."

"You're a star sis, you can do whatever you like!"

Inoue rushed over to her sister and hugged her tightly.

"This is great, thank you. Let's celebrate please!"

"A celebration, of course!"

Rukia Kuchiki looked on as her garments were packed by her maids. She didn't really object to anything they packed because what they packed didn't matter; what mattered was she was finally going to have some form of freedom. She would be free from the fancy parties, elegant dresses, jewelry, posture, duties and the crown. She wouldn't be free of lessons but then all things can't go one's way. Her father, Byakuya Kuchiki, learnt that recently.

Rukia was finally going to a normal school. She argued from every possible angle till she was finally able to convince him and the council that with certain actions she could safety attended a public school. After the last attempt to kidnap her, they also thought it would safe to remove her from the limelight.

Retiring to her chambers, she undid her tight bob and allowed her hair to fall to her shoulders. When the council was coming up with ideas to conceal her identity, she was fully against dyeing her jet black hair. Her hair was a lesser beautiful version of her mother's hair and she wanted to keep it untainted. Quite a huge Sun Hime fan, she requested a wig made to look like the singer's long orange locks however with one long lock of hair in the front instead of the bangs; just so that she feel at least a little like herself. Since the school was not in her country and her face was hardly plastered as it was on everything in her country the council decided that the wig was enough. Two of the King's most trusted servants were selected to act as her parents. Rukia was seriously wondering what her father was thinking when he picked them.

"Rukia, can I enter?"

"Yes, Father."

King Kuchiki, or dad, entered her chambers with the calm yet threatening demeanor he always did.

"You are soon ready?"

"Within a few hours I should be father."

"That is acceptable. All other preparations are complete."

"That's cool…uh…I mean good to hear."

"Remember your role, Rukia, you are not one of them do not forget that."

"How could I?" she really didn't mean to say it but her role irked her sometimes.

"Yes, how could you."

There was silence as there often was. After a few minutes the King rose.

"There will be a ball for you in the Grand Hall tomorrow at noon."

"Really…thank you. I shall."

Walking over to her, he kissed her on her head and departed. For that brief moment he was her beloved daddy and not the King.

"Hey, Ichigo and Tatsuki wait up!"

The tall red headed with the distinct tattoos waved his hand as he ran up to a boy of the same height and a much shorter girl. The boy, Ichigo Kurosaki, had loud hair too which was orange and spiked. Tatsuki Arisawa's hair was also spiked however it was longer and more attractive.

"Oi, crack head wassup?"

Renji Abarai smirked and not so lightly punch Ichigo on his shoulder. "Dick." He retorted.

"Hi Renji how was vacation, how did you guys survive without me here?" Tatsuki asked after rolling her eyes at them.

Simultaneously Ichigo and Renji, scoffed and laughed.

"We survived." Scoffing again at each other it was Tatsuki's turn to laugh.

"You guys are dumb."

"I agreed wholeheartly."

Ishida, habitually pushing his glasses up his nose. fell in step with them as they entered the huge building of KT High School.

"Dressmaker."

While Ichigo and Renji cracked up, Tatsuki stuck her foot tripping them both in the hall.

"Quit the name calling, get up and let's go to class."

"Heard we've got new students today." Ishida informed.

"We always have new students." Renji stated sarcastically,

"But they are going in our class, we don't usually have new students for this year."

"Who are they?" Tatsuki asked,

"I am not sure."

"Ask them ya self." Renji said.

All their eyes fell on the two different faces among the familiar others in their class, they stuck out quite easily. Ichigo left the group and threw his bag on his desk. Chin in palm he stared listlessly out the window as he always did. Not bothering with the new people either, Renji sat at his desk and opened bag of chips that was most likely his breakfast.

Ishida again with his habit; began to inspect them. They were girls and so extremely different from the other. The shortest had long orange hair with one lock of hair in her face. She was really, really lacking in the upper area. Her eyes were big and black and full of glee it looked like. Her bag was a bunny face. Shaking the last thought away, Ishida focused on the other, the first thing he noticed was her chest. It was quite robust. The innocence that their school uniform was trying to display was completely lost on her. She had bright cute eyes and short perfectly even hair. Her smile was small and her cheeks quite red as the other boys in the class stared and tried to talk to her. She seemed quite frazzled.

"So…what's your name? Does it sound bouncy?"

Tatsuki without hesitation, fear or much thought rammed her foot right up the butt of the boy who just fed the girl that failure of a pickup line. The other guys who also surrounded her were instantly in their seat with their backs painfully straight. Tatsuki could take them any day and they knew it.

"Hey, I'm Tatsuki who are you?"

Shocked, frighten and happy at the same time the girl answered,

"I'm Inoue Orihime."

"Nice to meet you, hope you like it here and don't worry them, they won't trouble you anymore."

"Thanks!"

"No prob, why are you are at KT? Got a transfer from your last school?"

"Not exactly but you could say that." Inoue answered,

"Hmmm…cool I guess. See you later."

As quick as she appeared, Tatsuki was gone and Inoue for the first time was able to enjoy the school environment she never really got a chance to enjoy. She already decided that she would try to be friends with Tatsuki, she seemed nice enough. Looking around she envied the way everyone was laughing and talking except Rukia, the girl that the principal introduced her to as a fellow new student. She was smiling quite brightly and scribbling away on an art pad. She couldn't help but think how funny it would have been if she wasn't wearing this wig. They would have hair identical in colour and length,only the bangs would have differed. Sighing, her eyes caught a brighter orange right behind Rukia. It was far brighter than her actual hair colour and inside she longed for hers even more. But as long as Sun Hime was kept separate from Inoue Orihime the only time she could be real was at home behind closed doors or on stage.

"Ha ha ha ha ha long time no see class! Now let's catch up! For all you newbies, I am Professor Kisuke or Urahara but let's be professional today…get it…professor, professional."

With a mixture of groans, boos and laughter class started.

Nothing really happens here but it will get more interested no worries!

Cya!