Second chapter... Obviously...
If I owned Bleach I would be rich and famous. Am a rich? No. Am I famous? Definitely not. Do I own Bleach? Nope.
Hisana sat beside Rukia in the school cafeteria at lunch, silently chewing on her soggy sandwich. Of course, the rich kids surrounding her and her sister all had expensive lunches. None of them had one wilted piece of lettuce, an extremely thin slice of cheese and an even thinner slice of ham, encased in soggy bread. Of course, she was perfectly happy with what she had. However, she'd be even happier if everybody else had something like that.
Quietly, she watched the lunchroom drama revolve around her. A little Chinese girl named Soi Fon was chasing a tall, lanky, sandy haired youth in a green and white striped hat around the room, yelling insults at his retreating back. Nobody seemed bothered by this, so Hisana was guessing that it was normal. In fact, only one person watched- a tall, dark skinned, dark haired girl. She was laughing at her friends' (presumably her friends, Hisana didn't know any of them), antics. A group of boys of assorted heights stood near the door. A group of girls were perched on the top of one of the tables. It was just like any normal school at lunchtime, except for the aura of money and class that hung in the air.
Byakuya Kuchiki, who had been sitting beside her for both of her morning classes was sitting alone, reading. His posture was perfect, his face expressionless. He was close to their table, close enough that when the dark skinned girl went over to him, Hisana could hear every single word spoken between the two of them.
"Hey Byakuya!" she grinned at him, bending over to wrap an arm around his neck. She had positioned herself in such a way so that her breasts were shoved into his face. He pushed her away with a frown.
"Go away Yoruichi," he told her, not lifting his eyes from his book.
"Don't be so grumpy. Loosen up a bit."
Byakuya didn't respond. Seemingly frustrated by the boy's lack of interest, Yoruichi tugged at the elastic band holding Byakuya's hair away from his face. The ebony strands tumbled out of the ponytail. Byakuya put his book down.
"Give it back."
"Make me." Yoruichi skipped backwards, holding the hair elastic up. "Come get it if you want it," she teased. Byakuya sighed, took another hair elastic out of his pocket and, with obvious restraint, tied his hair back up in its high ponytail. Then, he picked up his book again and resumed reading.
"How many of those do you have?" Yoruichi asked.
"Many." Once again, Byakuya's eyes didn't leave the pages of the book. Thwarted, Yoruichi scowled and then tossed the hair elastic at him. The bell rang, signalling the end of lunch and Byakuya was out of the cafeteria before anybody else could fully register the fact that their hour of freedom was over.
Slowly, Hisana stood and walked to her locker, wondering what her next class would bring.
The next class was Social Studies, taught by Miss Shirayuki, a beautiful young teacher with long white hair and pale skin. Despite the fact that she was probably the youngest staff member in the entire school, the students respected her the most of all of the teachers that Hisana had met thus far. It only took Hisana five minutes to decide that she liked Miss Shirayuki. Although she was strict, she was also fair and her class wasn't boring.
For this class, surprisingly enough, Hisana wasn't seated next to Byakuya Kuchiki. Instead, she was next to a well endowed girl named Rangiku, who spent most of the class with her head resting on her hand, fast asleep. When Miss Shirayuki caught her, during the last half of the class, Rangiku had her chair stolen and was forced to stand for the rest of the class. With Miss Shirayuki's attention on her, Rangiku didn't manage to get any more sleep that class.
When Byakuya walked into his second last class of the day, he was surprised that the new girl with the annoying hair wasn't there. Then, he was relieved. Although her hair was really quite irritating, she seemed like a nice girl and he didn't want to be the one to watch her suffer through Science, a class that he completely despised.
First of all, the teacher, Mr. Kurotsuchi, was, put quite frankly, insane. Even if the weird clown mask and headpiece had been taken away, he would still be considered crazy upon first glance. It had something to do with the eyes, Byakuya thought. They were yellow. Not amber, not golden-brown, yellow. Added to that, he acted like a mad scientist from the movies, minus the hair. His science experiments usually included one of the students getting injured in some way and honestly, Byakuya couldn't understand why the school hadn't fired him yet.
Despite his obvious faults, however, Mr. Kurotsuchi was a brilliant man. He had made many scientific breakthroughs that benefitted modern society. But he wasn't suited to working in a school full of children. And although most of the student body would protest to being called children, none of them were old enough to be around a character such as Mr. Kurotsuchi.
So it was with a large sense of relief that Byakuya exited the classroom when the bell rang, signalling the period's end. It was a great achievement indeed if you escaped Mr. Kurotsuchi's classroom in the same condition as when you walked in.
During the last class, which was Fine Arts with Mr. Kyoraku, Byakuya was the only person in the room willing the clock to go slower. Most of the students wanted school to end so that they could go home or hang out with their friends. Byakuya didn't want to go home and he didn't actually have any friends to hang out with. Kuchikis didn't have friends. They had subordinates or allies or acquaintances but they never, ever had friends. When the bell did ring, as it always did, Byakuya reluctantly collected his books and walked to his locker, all but dragging his feet in his reluctance to go home.
When he finally exited the school, he was confronted by his slightly deranged cousin, Senbonzakura.
"Where've you been?" Senbonzakura demanded. "I've been waiting forever!"
"You've been waiting five minutes," Byakuya replied frostily. "Besides, I can drive myself home. I don't need you to pick me up every day."
"Of course you do! You'd probably crash or something!"
"I'm surprised you don't crash. You're the one who blew up the science room, not me. You're also the one who got drunk that one time and broke all the windows in the school."
"That was an accident. Come on."
"Next is a car accident," Byakuya muttered, but he followed anyways. After all, what choice did he have? He didn't have a vehicle of his own and calling his father to pick him up would be far too demeaning. Plus, it was unlikely that his father would ever agree.
Crappy ending... sorry.
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-Stormy
