Shirosaki stared out the window, ignoring the lesson the teacher was babbling about. He rolled his red eyes, a searing pain in his head going off. He winced back slightly, but ignored it, shaking his head like a dog before trying to push down the feeling building up in his chest. He groaned slightly, pawing his face in discomfort, pain, and irritability. He blinked suddenly, feeling someone's eyes on him and looked the other way, smirking when Ichigo's eyes snapped away, blush covering his face.

"Mr. Ogichi! Are you paying attention?" the teacher demanded. His eyes settled on the teacher's, a dead-panned expression on his face.

"No." he answered nonchalantly. "this lesson isn't interesting enough for me to pretend to listen, much less actually do it." Shirosaki yawned, his light fangs showing slightly, but no one noticed.

"Perhaps you'll change that answer when I call your parents?" she asked smugly, thinking she had won the argument.

"you want their cell or their home?" Shirosaki asked making the class burst out into little fits of giggling. She glared at him.

"Do you want to go to the principle's office?!"

"Depends on which choice gets me out of here faster." Shirosaki replied bluntly.

"OUT! Now!"

"You don't have to tell me twice." Shirosaki smirked and jumped up, out of his seat and proceeded only to glance at Ichigo's sad eyes. Maybe he didn't want anyone to catch it, hell if Shirosaki had been anyone but himself then he wouldn't have noticed it either. Get it together! Ya don' care about him, ya don' care about anyone. Shirosaki coaxed himself before walking out of the classroom. That's right, he didn't care about that human brat, he wasn't here to care about him. That's right, not here to get close to mortals...

"Oi! Shiro," a voice called. Shirosaki looked up and rolled his eyes, there stood the red-headed barbarian idiot known as Renji Abarai. The wind blew slightly as Shirosaki closed his eyes, the cross at the end of the chain that was hanging from his ear rocked back and forth slightly, a clinking echoing through the air. Shirosaki opened his eyes slowly, black sclera shown and gold irises. Renji rose an eyebrow. "You don't seem too happy if you're letting loose in public."

"Shut the fuck up, frotch." Shirosaki demanded, baring his long, red tinted fangs at him. [BTW: Frotch mean fire crotch, just to those who don't know.] Renji hissed at him slightly, hating the nickname but said nothing when he noticed the lust in the golden irises of his eyes.

"When was the last time you fed?" Renji asked him.

"Oh god, I don' know. The last time was back home I think." he answered while clutching his head as he looked out of the school window. They were silent for a second before Shirosaki stood, stretching and then began to walk out,

"Hey shiro," renji called, "Don't fall for the human." He looked back at him, a smirk on his face showing his tinted red fangs making Renji crine back.

"Wouldn't dream of it Frotch." Shiro smirked and walked out of the school, ignoring the long stream of curses that follwed him from Renji.

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Ichigo sighed when Shirosaki walked out of the door. What the hell was wrong with him? Acting like a giddy school-girl that had just seen her favorite band's new CD. He mentally smack himself, wishing he hadn't done that but shrugged, it was over now. Nothing one could do. Not that he would anyway, Ichigo like Shirosaki. He had a crush on the teen since he first came to karakura high. But alas, Shirosaki never noticed him, then again, who would if you hit them in the head with a book for just looking at you smugly.

Ichigo smirked, remembering the first day he had met the ever-so-infamous Shirosaki Ogichi...

~Flashback~

Ichigo Kurosaki sighed when he walked in the classroom and looked up as soon as Keigo decided to jump him, causing Ichigo to flip him over. As Keigo laid there sobbing on the ground, Ichigo walked to his desk and glared at the board, his usual scowl on his face. His father was such an idiot! The dumbass had no idea what he was doing when he decided to wrap Ichigo's ankle and he was a doctor for Christ's sakes! He sighed, nothing could be helped and at least... his father tried...Right? Ichigo shrugged to himself, no longer deciding to debate the facts and turned, only to cry out in pain as someone collided with him, twisting his already dislocated ankle.

He fell on the ground, a pained expression written all over his face. "Hey buddy! Watch where the fuck yer goin'..." the voice from above him ended when he glared up at his attacker, staring deep into his red eyes that seemed to hole a hole in his lock and stare right into his soul.

"I think you have it all wrong, buddy." Ichigo growled at the man infront of him. The man blinked, seemingly taken back by the boy's hostile attitude and smirked devilishly before handing him an offering hand.

"Sorry, man. I didn' see ya. Name's Shirosaki Ogichi. And ya are?" He asked, Ichigo growled at him before noticing the overwhelming pain in his ankle. He really need to get it checked out soon.

"Outta here." he growled through gritted teeth. Shirosaki just glanced at him smugly, setting Ichigo's nerves on fire and he grabbed the nearest thing, which was an one inch thick text, and slung it at him, proceeding to hit the smug new kid in the head.

~End Flashback~

Ichigo sighed before standing as the bell rang, he looked out of the window the sky a light pink as the sun proceeded to set and turned on his heels, proceding to leave the class room. As he left he inelegantly failed as he tried to push the thoughts that hovered around Shirosaki Ogichi.