Rukia and Momo walked into their first class together and looked around. There was a large stage with chairs set out on it, each labeled with colorful signs, separating them into musical sections. Rukia now noticed as Momo shifted uncomfortably that she held what looked like a violin case in her hand. Rukia herself had her flute in her bag. They waved and split ways, going to their own section. She now saw that the chairs each had names posted on them and started searching for her own. Once she reached it she sat down, pulling her flute out of her bag, which she set on the floor under her chair.

More and more people got seated, and she found herself in between two interesting *ahem*gay*ahem* looking guys. The one to her left had long, wavy blonde hair and brown eyes, and was actually kind of good-looking, while the one to her right had short blue hair and two feathers coming up from the corner of his right eye and two going to the side.

Suddenly her view of the room turned orange as someone with bright, spiky orange hair sat in front of her. He was pretty tall, and her being, er, vertically challenged didn't help much. She tapped on the guy's shoulder and he turned so she could see his face. He had deep amber eyes and thin lips that were set in a permanent frown on his face, and she had to admit that he was pretty good looking.

"Can you, you know, slide down or maybe switch seats with someone else?" Rukia asked, "I… can't see." Her face flushed in embarrassment, and the guy smirked.

"Aren't you a little young for this class? I think elementary school is a few blocks away." Rukia's jaw dropped. Here she had just asked politely if he could move so she could see, and he was insulting her! Rukia glared at him defiantly.

"Hey carrot top, isn't clown school on the other side of Karakura?" she growled. The boy glared.

"I was thinking about moving, but after that, you can forget about it, midget," he snapped, turning back around.

"Fine! I didn't need your help, anyways," she muttered. Rukia sighed inwardly, at a loss. She still couldn't see, and she knew carrot top here wasn't going to help her out. She would ask the guys next to her, but they seemed too absorbed looking at themselves in their hand-held mirrors to be of any use to her. Finally Rukia sighed. Only one thing to do. She could hear the teacher talking now, a man's voice, and she didn't have long until he was bound to tell them to start playing, so started swinging her legs back and forth.

Thunk, thunk, thunk.

Her feet hit the bottom of carrot-top's head methodically, and she almost laughed when Rukia saw him tense up. She could tell he was trying hard not to turn around and yell at her to quit it. But he didn't, so she continued, kicking her legs a little harder.

Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk.

For a second he remained still, and she smirked, until suddenly he whipped around and glared at me.

"Stop kicking my chair, damn midget!" Rukia glared at the name.

"Then move seats, carrot-top!"

"Not on your life, dwarf!"

"Stupid Neanderthal!"

"Annoying elf!"

"Damn Strawberry!"

"Bratty Leprechaun!" They were both standing now, having a screaming match while everyone simply watched.

"Well well well," a deep voice suddenly cut through their yells. Everyone turned to the source of the voice, which was a man in front of the stage with messy blond hair wearing robes, sandals, and a white and green striped hat. He didn't seem mad or even phased by the yelling; he was actually smiling. Rukia could only assume that this was the teacher, Professor Urahara.

"Is there a reason you two look like you're about to kill each other?" Professor Urahara asked, an amused smile on his face. Both of them opened their mouths to respond, but the guy to Rukia's right answered first.

"Apparently miss Kuchiki can't see over Kurosaki, but he refuses to move," he answered in a bored tone.

"So they sank to insults," the guy to her left finished off, "Pitiful, really." This earned him a glare from both objects of attention. simply widened his smile.

"I see. Well, Miss Kuchiki, you can trade seats with Yumichika, if that's alright when him. And in the future, both of you please practice some restraint and have your fight after class. Other than that, I don't care if you start wrestling each other in the hallway." Rukia nodded and switched seat with Yumichika, sparing a glare at the boy, Kurosaki, before they all sat down. Once they settled everyone turned their attention back to Professor Urahara.

"Well," he said, "Now that a death match has been averted, how about we learn some about music? And each other if we care enough. Now…" The class went on, and Rukia learned that Mr. Urahara was pretty laid back, but knew what he was talking about when it came to music. They played a little bit and Urahara evaluated their skills. When the bell rang everyone scurried out, Kurosaki throwing a, "See ya, midget" Rukia's way, which earned him a , "Bite me, carrot-top." Momo waited for her at the door and the two walked out together.

"So," Momo drew out, "What exactly happened with you and that Kurosaki kid? I heard it was something over a seat… I mean it was weird, 'cuz you two just started yelling at each other." Rukia sighed and scowled.

"That idiot," she muttered, "I just asked him if he could trade seats with someone so I could see, and he insulted me! So I called him something back and apparently that was too much for mr. egocentral! So when he turned around I started to kick the back of his seat, and the idiot overreacted and we just kinda got carried away, I guess." Momo giggled.

"You guess? You guys were so loud, I bet people in the next room could hear you two! It really looked like you two were going to kill each other." Rukia just shrugged, ready for the conversation to be over. Luckily the subject was dropped and Momo started talking about some girl she sat next to in Professor Urahara's class. After a while they compared schedules and saw that they had different classes second period, so they waved and split ways.

Rukia looked at her schedule once again while trying not to run into anyone. Again she was at a loss of where to go, so she looked around for someone to ask. Through the crowd she spotted a young boy almost shorter than her with spiky, white hair and ice blue eyes. He looked annoyed as he stood next to a group of kids, but Rukia couldn't really tell if he was with them or not. She walked towards him confidently. He turned his eyes to her when she reached him, the same bored expression on his face.

"Hey, I'm new, and I didn't know if you were or not, but I was wondering if you could tell me how to get to my next class," she said evenly. Unlike Myoka, the boy didn't seem surprised that she asked him. He sighed and shrugged.

"Fine," he said, "Give me your schedule." She handed it over and he glanced at it before nodding and giving it back.

"C'mon," he said, turning away. Rukia walked beside him. It was easy to keep up since he was so short.

"Are you sure you want to leave your, er, friends?" Rukia asked. The boy shrugged,

"It doesn't matter," he said, "I'll go back if I want to." He stopped outside a door and Rukia smiled at him politely.

"Thanks for your help, er…"

"Toushiro Hitsugaya." Rukia nodded and they said short good-byes before he walked off and Rukia entered her classroom.