Perfect – adj., n. pur-fikt; v. per-fektentirely without any flaws, defects, or shortcomings: conforming absolutely to the description or definition of an ideal type
"Onii-chan, what about breakfast?" Yuzu called out to her brother. Ichigo grabbed his white shoulder bag that hung on a red and white strap and comically avoided his father's kick.
"Sorry Yuzu, I'm already running late, bye!" he said hurriedly before slamming the sliding door. He swapped his slippers with his shoes and then opened the front door to fresh air. He swung his bag so that it rested on his left shoulder and right hip. It bounced up and down as he ran towards school. He saw Mizuiro and started to slow down.
"Oi! Mizuiro!" the short boy with black hair turned around, his phone in hand. His face brightened up and he started to wave.
"Kurosaki-kun! Ohayou gozaimasu!" Ichigo jogged a bit to keep up and then started to pant. He was half way to school now. He could take a break. "So how was your Sunday?" Mizuiro asked, the buttons on his phone beeping silently under the pressure of his small fingers. Ichigo just stared off into space blankly, his face a very funny sight to see.
"Boring. My dad made me go on a freaking date with him. It was supposedly, 'father-son' bonding time." Mizuiro chuckled as he glanced up at Ichigo from the corner of his eye. "What about you, Mizu?"
"Oh, I just went to the beach with my older girlfriend. It was okay I suppose," he said, shrugging his shoulders.
"Just ok? Man, you sad, sad boy," Ichigo said jokingly. Mizuiro lightly hit his shoulder before looking back down at the small screen of his mobile. Ichigo kept walking beside Mizuiro, basking in the comfortable silence. He looked at his school that was now in the distance. His Saturday was ruined since it was meant to be a half-day at school but then it was his class's turn to clean up. Unfortunately, everyone had left, claiming they were busy, so Ichigo was left alone to clean the whole school, along with another class. But he was responsible for his own class.
And his Sunday was no better since he was forced to spend the day fishing with his father. It was actually worse. He groaned as he remembered his day with him.
"Ichigo my son! Look at this!" Isshin called out triumphantly. The father and son were facing opposite sides on the boat, Ichigo with his shoulders hunched with a fishing pole in his hands as his father was board-stiff, face beaming with pride. Ichigo slowly turned around, and then zoomed to the absolute end of the boat. His arms were in front of him at funny angles as he tried to shield himself from his dad. He was holding a goddamn HUGE snail that was the size of 4 fists put together!
"Aren't you proud of me? I found it in between these rocks!" their boat that was in the centre in the lake had somehow drifted to the edge. Ichigo's arms flailed about as his hands went all over the place in the air.
"P-Put that away, GODDAMMIT, DAD!!" Ichigo screamed. Isshin laughed and called his son a coward before leaning over the edge of the boat, and supposedly putting the snail back. Ichigo watched, as his father seemed to be leaning over the edge for too long. His eye twitched before he sighed and slowly crawled to the other end of the boat. He glanced over his father's shoulder and became overwhelmed by a shade of pale white against a background of dark blue.
His father, believe it or not, was playing with the snail. As the snail tried desperately to go between the rocks for sanctuary, he was picking the snail up, listening to that sickening squelching sound, and then putting it back down. Over and over again. And he was giggling.
"DAAAAAAAAAAAAD!!"
Right after that, as Ichigo remembered, Isshin's dad wanted to see what it was like to drown, so being the crazy man he was…
He capsized the boat.
Ichigo beat him to a pulp after that. He sighed in content as he remembered that part. He snapped out of his dreaming reverie before realizing he was already at school. He slowly took his time going up the stairs as Mizuiro was beside him, fluently moving his thumbs all over the button pad.
"Yo, Mizuiro," Ichigo drawled out.
"Yes, Kurosaki-kun?" Mizuiro said politely.
"Are those older girlfriends of yours, actually real, or are they just 1 month flings?" he said in a bored tone as he watched his friend in the corner of his eye. Mizuiro shrugged.
"Flings, I guess."
"Hi 5 bro," Ichigo said triumphantly before giving a firm clap on Mizuiro's waiting hand. Ichigo looked on ahead in the hallways before spotting some red drift in and out of his view over the sea of boring black and brown.
"Renji, oi!" Ichigo called out. The red head paused and started looking around. Ichigo put his fingers to his mouth and made a large whistling noise that pierced many people's ears. Renji finally looked his way and smirked as he gave a small lazy salute of his hand. Mizuiro smiled up at the tall red head.
"Ohayou gozaimasu, Abarai-kun."
"Yo Ichigo, Mizu." They continued to walk in a line of 3 as Renji and Ichigo just started to chatter about non-important things.
"Oh yea, carrot-top, how was your Sunday?" Renji questioned. Mizuiro and Renji sweat-dropped as Ichigo just slumped to the nearest wall and started to relentlessly bang his head on the wall. "Yo, you coulda just said it was crap bro…" Renji said.
"Oi!! Ichigo, Renji! Mizuiro!" Ichigo and Renji turned around and gave the usual lazy salute while Madarame Ikkaku smirked at them and saluted with a firmer flick of his wrist, his wooden sword slung over his shoulder with his other hand. His best mate Ayasegawa Yumichika gave them a dashing smile.
"Ichigo-kun, Renji-kun, Mizuiro-kun, ohayou!" Yumichika said gracefully as he flicked his hair to the side. Ichigo smirked as Ikkaku held his sword with pride.
"Ikkaku, one day, when the teacher's ain't scared of ya, they're gonna bust your ass so bad cause of that sword," Ichigo mocked. Ikkaku stood in front of him and just shrugged.
"It ain't a real one, they shouldn't care." Renji chuckled and the 5 walked back to class. They greeted Uryuu and Sado and then joined them. They were chatting mildly until they heard the green classroom doors slide open with a crack. All 7 heads turned towards the door.
Hitsugaya Toshiro was in a bad mood.
"Yo, Toshiro, wassup?" Ichigo queered. An icy glare was thrown his way as the room temperature dropped a couple of degrees. He slammed his bag onto the table Ichigo landed his ass on and dumped himself on his chair, his arm slung behind the chair backrest.
"My brother drives me insane," Toshiro gritted out as he massaged his temples. Ichigo pondered what he was talking about until his eyes shone with realization.
"You talking bout Grimmjow? He's cool."
"He's a retarded little piece of-" a feminine hand slapped over Toshiro's mouth and his eyes widened.
"Shiro-chan, that's not nice to chat about your brother like that," Momo said in an innocent manner that just screamed out, 'I did nothing but good intentions.' He jerked his head away and half-shouted at her.
"It's not Shiro-chan bed-wetter Mo-" She started to make a high pitched squeal as she hit his head over and over again with her school bag.
"SHUT UP!" she screamed in a high pitch. The guys all cringed as their eardrums vibrated.
"Sugoi Momo-chan! You go girl!" Matsumoto Rangiku called out from the other side of the classroom. She stood there with Tatsuki and Orihime and her other friend Nell. Everyone started to sit back down in his or her original seats as Ochi-sensei had entered the classroom. Ichigo sat in his usual seat that was close to the window, with the seat on his left empty. Nobody wanted to sit near Ichigo, since they knew he could have mood swings. And nasty ones too.
"Ohayou, minna-san! Ogenki desu ka?" Ochi-sensei said cheerfully as she raised her class roll/clip board up high. There were groans and mumbles here and there. Her happy expression dropped. "Hm, everyone here huh? That's unusual…" the class sweat-dropped. "Ok, anyways, let's get started on Japanese literature in poetry!"
"Somebody kill me now…" Ichigo mumbled before slumping onto his desk, his lanky long arms dangling over the edge. Ikkaku sat behind him and started to prod him with his wooden sword.
"I could do that for-"
"Figure of speech! Figure of speech Ikkaku!" Ichigo muttered warningly. Ikkaku snickered and returned his attention to the board. Orihime, who had the window seat, looked out of the clear glass that prevented her from breathing in the outside air. Her eyes widened as she saw a limo parked outside her school gates. She blinked thoroughly and it was gone. She raised a brow and leaned over the Rangiku who was next to her. As Orihime whispered her short encounter, Rangiku just waved it off as a parking car. Orihime gave a small sigh before agreeing with her. Then, Juushirou had stepped into the room and excused himself, sliding the green door behind him closed. He tiptoed over to Ochi-sensei after waving at the class enthusiastically. He started to talk to her in a quiet voice as all the students started to go on with their normal lives.
"Ichigo, wanna hang by the park later on?" Renji said lazily, leaning over. Ichigo just shrugged, looking at the parasite leaning near him on the right.
"I didn't bring my skater. What bout you?"
"Meh, we can meet at 5 or something after a quick shower at home." Renji returned to his normal position and watched Ichigo, waiting for an answer.
"Sounds cool, tell the others."
"No."
"What the fuck?"
"I'm too lazy."
"You sleazy little son of a-"
"Ok guys, after that little chat with Ukitake-sensei, shall we continue?" she said loudly, purposefully stopping Ichigo mid-sentence. Everyone shifted around till they were properly facing the front again. Ochi-sensei smiled and resumed her work.
"So you guys comin' after school?" Ichigo drawled, leaning against his table as his hands were shoved in his pocket. His badass friends just shrugged and nodded.
"Yea, ok."
"I guess it'll be fun."
"I'll just relax under the shade, I don't want to ruin my beautiful skin."
"I'm not going," Toshiro stated bluntly as he continued to eat from his bento box.
"Why man?!" Ichigo half-shouted. Toshiro glared up at his towering figure and continued eating.
"Yes, I don't think I'll be coming either," Uryuu said silently as he pushed the rim of his glasses up. Sado nodded.
"Not you too Chad!" Renji said exasperatedly. Mizuiro was in his own messaging world while Keigo said something about his sister kicking his ass. They all jumped slightly as they heard the loud laughing of Rangiku that was across the room. They all just gave annoyed looks and then went back to their own chatter. Ichigo just stared at the classroom doors with no intention really. He just stared into space, thinking. Then, he straightened up slightly as the doors opened to reveal someone he didn't know. Sure, he was bad with faces and names, but he knew she wasn't around here. She couldn't have been. He would have noticed her.
His eyes followed her every movement as she looked around the classroom with searching amethyst eyes. Her smooth pale skin made contrast against her jet-black hair. Ichigo's lips twitched as he realized how short she was. She timidly walked over to Orihime and tapped her on the shoulder lightly.
Wonder what she wants…
"A-ano… sumimasen?" the girl said softly. Orihime turned around and the rest of the girls looked at her. "E-eh… I'm a new student around here, and I was wondering, is this class 2-3?" she said shyly, her amethyst eyes large. Orihime smiled at her brightly.
"Yup! You're right! This is grade 2, Karakura high school, and class 3! Welcome!" Rangiku lurched forward and looked straight into the girl's eyes. After a thorough look up and down, she smiled.
"You're quite a looker for a new girl! You'll fit in just fine! I'm Matsumoto Rangiku. Yoroshiku!"
No sooner had she said that, the bell had gone. Everybody had returned to his or her seats while the new girl was nowhere in sight. Ochi-sensei stepped in and admired her class for a split second. Then, the only empty seat she found was next to Ichigo. She sighed. I hope he's nice to the poor girl.
"Alright kids, we have a new student! That's what Ukitake-sensei was talking to me about. You can come in!" she shouted happily at the doors. The doors slid open at a smooth pace as a feminine hand held it. The girl Ichigo had stared at a few minutes ago had stood there with a kind smile on her face. Her eyes were kind and glittering in the sunlight that faced her for a few moments as she walked towards the centre of the front. She turned with a dignified pose and bowed, her hand on top of one another. She stood up straight and smiled.
"Konnichiwa! Watashi no namae wa Kuchiki Rukia desu. Yoroshiku onegaishimasu!" Some boys started to drool as some girls watched in fascination. Others were happy and normal.
"Kuchiki-chan, would you like to tell us about yourself?"
"Ano… I'm born in January, I prefer winter to summer, and this is the 21st high school I've moved to. My brother has a large business corporation so we have to move often," she said shyly as she giggled. Some oohs and ahs went around the classroom.
"I see. Be nice to her guys! You can take a seat next to Kurosaki-kun. Kurosaki, raise your hand!" Ichigo's friends sniggered as he reluctantly put his hand up. The rest of the class who only knew Ichigo as the badass troublemaker gulped or started to pity her. She walked so gracefully; Ichigo couldn't help but criticize her in his head.
Probably practiced by balancing books on her head. Che. Rich bitch.
She sat down and hung her small black bag on the hook on the side of her desk and grabbed her pencil case. She even looked delicate doing such a simple task like that!
Maybe a few dictionaries and encyclopedias…
She prepared everything neatly and then looked at the boy with fiery orange hair next to her. She smiled gently at him.
"Yoroshiku," she said shyly as she held her hand out. Ichigo decided to have some fun. He shook it and caressed the back of it with his thumb, holding her hand tightly.
"Hey babe, the name's Kurosaki. Kurosaki Ichigo," he said huskily. His face was pushed into a smirk but on the inside, he was laughing his head off. She smiled and somehow wiggled her hand out of his grip and opened her notebook. Ichigo blinked. What the fuck? Nothing?!
His friends saw him and started to laugh out loud, causing some students to cringe while Ochi-sensei ignored them and continued her lesson. Alright, playing hard to get are we?
Then let's play hard.
The bell went, signaling it was 3rd period. Ichigo stood up since he was already packed and didn't take a single book out and stood over Rukia's desk. His shadow loomed over her, but she didn't seem to notice as she continued packing her bag. She stood up and had no time to think, as Ichigo was suddenly right over her, as he slammed his right hand over her head on the window while his other arm trapped her. She was cornered. But she only blinked innocently at him.
"So you like what you see?" he whispered in her ear. She smiled at that comment.
"Yes!" Ichigo blinked. That was pretty… blunt.
"Are you serious?" he asked blankly. Renji was howling with laughter while Ikkaku just barked out a laugh. The others headed up to the roof already.
"Of course! Karakura high school seems so nice, and it has a lot of beautiful trees that are well preserved here! Now if you could excuse me, I need to go to the bathroom!" she wiggled out of his trap and started to go out the door. Ichigo glared at her back, making sure that if looks could kill, she'd have a hole in her back.
"Fucking little bitch! She just-"
"Rejected you!" Renji shouted before cracking up laughing again. Ikkaku was already on the floor trying to regain his breath. Ichigo glared at them and kicked Ikkaku in the ribs.
"Shut the fuck up!" he growled before storming out of the classroom.
Oh she's gonna pay.
Author's Note -
I'm really sorry, but this idea just came to me! So I'll still be continuing my other story Hollow, but I'll be working on this one too. And here's a small vocab of Japanese that's in here XP
Onii-chan Big brother
Ohayou gozaimasu Good morning
Ohayou Morning
Sugoi Amazing
Minna-san Everyone
Ogenki desu ka? How are you?
Ano Umm...
Sumimasen excuse me
Yoroshiku short form of pleasure to meet you
Konnichiwa Hello (duh! XP)
Watashi no namae wa (insert name here) desu My name is (Insert name here) desu.
Yoroshiku onegaishimasu very polite form of Nice to meet you
That's all. Wow, that's a lot. lol.
Rukia-Chappi-Chan
