An Assassin's Dream

Chapter 2

It was so far a normal day at Karakura. Ichigo was woken up by his hyperactive dad, causing the entire family to fall into hysteria. Rukia only stood to the side and watched the exploding men bantering about fighting skills and "acting your own age." These constant episodes eventually came natural to her as she cherished the raucous behavior coming from the Kurosaki family. It was the perfect substitute to wake her up from that monstrosity of a beverage, coffee. It has been only a couple of months since that night, when Rukia, the soul reaper, showed up in Ichigo's bedroom, a moment that decided his fate. Everything since then has fallen into routine. School and fighting hollows became a daily activity of the duo, along with Ichigo's Quiny friend, Uryu. The two violent Kurosaki men eventually began to calm down, enough for them to be able to eat breakfast without someone requiring medical attention. Ichigo left the table, beginning to gripe about heading to another day of boring high school, leaving Rukia to follow behind his hurried pace. For some reason, Rukia felt like this wasn't going to be an ordinary day.

Elle stood in front of the full length mirror, checking out the image that was reflected right back to her. She looked at herself and muttered how uniforms were so disgusting. Leaning forward, she took one last check of her makeup, when Ryan came through the door.

"Elle, if we don't leave now, we're going to be late." He leaned against the door hedge and took in the petite girl before him, trying to wear the school uniform as risque as possible. "By the way, I would tone down on trying to look like a catholic school girl. I don't want any troublesome teenage boys trying to get their hands on you."

Elle smirked at his warning and left the mirror to approach the young man leaning against her door. "Jealous much? Please don't get into too many fights, at least for my sake." She put on her best innocent face as she tugged the hem of her skirt down, now covering a necessary amount of her long legs.

Ryan laughed as he pulled her closer and fastened another button on her uniform shirt. "It's not me I'm worried about, it's you. You know you are much more violent than I am." With a small peck on her lips, he turned to leave, pretending to be frightful of the lavish young woman as she ran after him, out the door, and to their new high school.

"Students, please sit down," the teacher warned again before being forced to take disciplinary action. "We have new students today. Is this the impression we want to leave?"

Rukia leaned into Ichigo. "New students, eh? I wonder if it's boys. That makes me so excited!" She left reality to dream about her favorite idol coming to their school wearing a Chappy logo shirt. A small blush crept on her face as her greatest fantasy started to turn explicit.

"Rukia, let it go," Ichigo complained. New students always gave him a odd sensation, whether there was a logical reason or not. "New students are always a bigger hype than they turn out to be."

Little did Ichigo know, his speculation would turn out to be completely opposite. The two students walked in, a self-assured aura wafting around them, as if they were celebrities. Rukia and Ichigo stared in awe, taking in the two beautiful foreigners in front of them. The boy was tall, but muscular, and he looked relaxed leaning up against the chalkboard, hands buried in his pockets. His shirt collar was popped, but his jacket collar remained ironed and pristine. He glanced at the class in front of him, his sky blue eyes raking in the surprise plastered on the students' faces. His shaggy dirty-blonde hair fell softly on his face, giving him a shy but naughty look all at the same time. The girl beside was the complete opposite- her hair long and flowing loosely along her thin frame. The platinum blonde tint to her hair complimented her aqua eyes and tanned skin. She stood tall, despite her lack in height, and flaunted her improvisation to the school uniform she was wearing. She opened up her glossy lips to speak, but was interrupted by the teacher in front of them.

"Now class, this is Elle Cristiano and Ryan Bordeaux. They are exchange students from America!" Her enthusiasm was overwhelming and the exchange students gaped at her, wondering if everyone here was so starstruck over foreigners. "Please help them feel at home."

Elle immediately noticed a rare spot of orange towards the back corner of the classroom and her interest was automatically piqued. When the teacher dismissed them to their seats, she made her way back to the orange-haired boy slouched in his chair. Something feels strange about him. It's like he has some sort of power to him- not of a soul reaper though- he's human. She plopped down in the desk across from the boy and extended her hand to him. "Hi there! I'm Elle," she said. "And you are?"

He looked at her hand as if it was infected, sensing something strange about her, like she had thought before him. "Ichigo Kurosaki," he mumbled, taking her hand lightly in his, shaking it out of politeness.

"My, what a strong grip we have," she mused. "If it was any stronger, I'm afraid my hand would no longer be recognizable." She laughed at her attempt to jokingly break the ice, causing a small smile to find its way on Ichigo's face. Although she had a strange presence to her, she seemed harmless and not to mention, extremely good looking.

"Well, thank you," Ichigo replied. "Sometimes my own strength worries me."

She laughed. "So strong that you could easily beat me in a fight?" She flexed her muscles and gave him a death glare, failing in all attempts to frighten him.

"I'll hold you to that," Ichigo taunted. "Show me what you've got, sometime, alright?"

Elle smirked. "Oh I will." She turned to look at the courtyard below through the window. "I so will."