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a/n: 2nd chapter whoo! WARNING: you're going to meet a lot of characters. I know this is a little bit much, but trust me, I had just as much trouble trying to get these people straight! Enjoy this slightly longer chapter C:

The bell for homeroom of class 1-3, which contained the juniors of Karakura High, to end sounded.

Ichigo sighed, resting his hand on the side of his forehead—the habit he has when he tries to calm down and sort through his thoughts. He was still ticked off at that transfer student, who was playing the 'new kid' game. While glaring daggers at the latter's back, Ichigo was not surprised to see several of the students in his class gathering around her desk. Of this crowd, all of the female students in his class were squealing over the shrimp.

How annoying, he thought while rubbing his ears.

"Kuchiki-san, you're so cute!" A girl squealed.

"Your skin is so pale!" Another girl marveled.

"You guys are embarrassing me, I'm not really…as charming as you make me out to be, ho ho ho!" The transfer student blushed smugly. The little weasel, that's obviously a haughty act, thought Ichigo.

"Kuchiki-san, you're so modest!" A girl commented.

Among these girls was Orihime Inoue, every boy's dream fantasy. Sure she was quite…attractive, but on the downside, she was a total air head. Must've all gone to her boobs. She seemed like one of the 'easy girls'. Heck, even Ichigo had thought so and made an advance on her. This advance went quite terribly; in fact, Ichigo nearly lost his manhood's pride & joy. Tatsuki Arisawa, the tomboy, was the culprit of any accidents concerning boys who took interest in Orihime. The tomboy was a black belt who packed a nasty punch, kick, etc. She was basically Orihime's guard dog. Chizuru Honsho was the lesbian pervert of the female population. She randomly jabbers about 'moe' and Orihime's boobs like there's no tomorrow. Her red glasses always glinted in an odd way that gave everyone the chills. And finally, the shy girl, Michiru Ogawa, who was not very eye-catching, except she was pretty cute with her short hair and constant blush. The other girls that were even less noticeable were Ryo Kunieda, Mahana Natsui, and Kyoko Haida.

A few boys were mixed into the crowd. Reiichi Oshima, a prick who tried to be cool by bleaching his hair while claiming Ichigo stole his look and had several ear piercings. Tetsuo Momohara, part of the karate club who always tries to persuade Ichigo to join, he's got nice-looking black hair and a band-aid on his forehead. Satoda, the dreamy soccer captain who always tries to recruit Ichigo. Heck, even some of Ichigo's buddies were there. Keigo Asano, the typical teenage bag of hormones, who was only at Rukia's desk to get closer to Orihime. He was somewhat of a player and a coward. His good friend, Mizuiro Kojima stood beside him, uninterested and dragged along. He had a girlish face that older women seemed to like, and had taken his love interest into an older crowd. Currently, he was busily texting away to who knows who…Some other people who blended in with no real impact or noticeableness that were just smart were Kenichiro Nanbu, Satoshi Terasawa, Shouko Kusama, and Jinpei Nagase.

Ichigo observed the only people who weren't crowded around Rukia. The two were Sado Yasutora and Uryuu Ishida. Ichigo didn't know them on a personal level, but he had heard of each of them. Sado Yasutora was a hulking giant, intentions unknown and personality unknown. He barely spoke more than a word. Uryuu Ishida was a smart guy who probably had a stick up his ass, always staring at others as if incompetent or a waste of attention. He had a pair of ridiculously glint-y glasses that blinded nearly anyone he talked to. Not much was known about his personality other than cold and detached.

With a skeptical look at Keigo and Kojima, Ichigo left the class room. He figured he might as well go chill with his senior pal to calm down. He absently mindedly stared into space while his feet took him where he needed to go.

"Yo, Strawberry," a voice snapped him out of his daze.

"Yo, Shrimp," a smirk played at his lips while looking down at his kouhai, Hitsugaya Toshiro.

"Don't. Call. Me. Short," an anger mark graced his features. He was a short guy who was a soccer star and a natural lady charmer, they literally fell at his feet or threw themselves at him. Maybe it was the blond locks that were so white, that they rivaled snow, or maybe it was the turquoise eyes? He was a sophomore of class 1-2.

"Whatever, Shirayuki-hime," Ichigo said coolly, waving behind him while continuing his path to class 1-4, the seniors.

Opening the door, Ichigo was immediately in the chokehold of a blond man with a chesire-cat-like smile.

"Ich-i-gooo!" The blond man drawled, giving his kouhai a noogie.

"Shinji-sempai…can't…breathe…" Ichigo choked out.

"Sorry, sorry," Shinji said while releasing him. "Are you going to come chill with the gang later? I'm sure Hiyori would be pleased."

Ichigo shrugged and frowned, glaring holes into the wood floor.

Shinji noted the kid's countenance, "What's gotcha wigged out?"

"Transfer student in my class is the same bitch who dumped my hot cocoa on me. Won't admit to it, and now I'm stuck with detention."

Shinji smirked. "Hahaah, have fun kiddo." The warning bell sounded. "Get back ta' class, 'aight?" Ichigo nodded in a detached manner and made his way back to his class.

Entering his own classroom again, Ichigo was graced with the lovely shout of his name and a flying Keigo heading his way.

"ICHIGOOOO! WHERE DID YOU GO?" Keigo launched himself into the wall, where Ichigo had been standing before stepping out of the way.

"To see Shinji," Ichigo responded simply.

"Finally back, huh?" Mizuiro stated calmly while leaning against a desk. "We've started an interesting little bet," he smirked.

"Oh?" Ichigo responded with little interest while taking his seat.

"Yeah, nothing the great lady-killer Ichigo-sama can't handle," Keigo continued with a similar smirk to Mizuiro's.

"Class, settle down!" The teacher shouted, while slapping her book against her desk. All conversations hushed and attention on the teacher. "Very good. Now we shall proceed with the following equations…."

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