Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Ishida sat at a café watching the back of a young woman order some lunch. She seemed familiar to him, but he didn't recognize her. He slid his glasses back on his nose and looked at his computer screen. He hated history and essays, so when he was assigned a history essay he felt like punching his teacher in the face. He didn't even know what he was writing he was just talking about some random event in history. If he knew college would be so hard he would have gone to a university in America, but no his dad wanted him to stay close.

He had an America business class, and he realized that Japan was way ahead of the curb. He wasn't sure what the fascination with America was, they weren't even worth the terrorist attacks, they were going to destroy themselves. He stopped and reread what he had just written, it was all just bullshit, and he highlighted the whole page and deleted it. It was complete crap; he couldn't turn in a paper like that.
He looked back at the woman as she grabbed her food and walked over to a computer that was sitting on a table next to a window. She had very long red hair and she looked very fashionable, her clothes looked very model like, she was put together very well. He noticed that she had very large boobs for a model; he bet she had many clients wanting to photograph her. He knew that he would love to photograph her; he just wished he could see her face. It was covered with her hair, and she never turned so that he could see it. He bet it was very ugly, which why she was all by herself in the café. He laughed at the thought; she was probably a body model.

He smiled to himself and closed his computer; he had about 20 minutes before his next class. He downed the rest of his coffee and quickly scurried out of the shop. He didn't even think to look at the woman as he left.

If he would of looked then he would of realized it was Inoue, she hadn't noticed him until he left and she had the urge to run after him. She watched him pass outside the window, and she couldn't help but think he looked less dorky then she remembered. His suggestion that she go to a new school was the best idea; her life was amazing. She had graduated high school with flying colors, and now she was attending Tokyo Gakugei University and modeling on the side for tuition money. She was about to finish up her second semester of her freshman year, and was so far passing.

She took a bite of her sandwich and looked back at her computer, she wondered if there was a way to get a hold of Ishida. She opened up to the search engine she had set as her home page and looked him up. The first link was for a blog, she clicked it and saw his picture in the corner, it was defiantly his blog. She started to read the mini biography…

My name is Ishida Uryu, I go to Tokyo Institute of Technology, and am doing this blog for this school. I've been trying to get on the school paper, but they won't let me on because I am a freshman, so I thought I would post all my thoughts on here…

She started to read some of the articles he had written about issues around the school and things around town. After a while she got bored because she didn't even know what he was talking about, but his writing was amazing. She finished her food and threw away the wrappers, and headed back to her dorm. When she got there her 2 roommates were still gone, but she expected them not to come back for another few hours. She set her laptop down on her desk and grabbed a towel and decided it was time to go and take a shower.

When she got back her 2 roommates were both back from classes and were arguing about something.

"Orihime," said the blonde headed American girl who loved anime and decided it was going to be where she went to school. She was really pretty, but too short to model or else Inoue would love to have her agent look at her. "Keiko thinks I look better blonde, but I totally think I should go dark, you know. I stick out like a sore thumb here; I think I should go natural Japanese."

The long haired brunette named Keiko sat on her bed and was waiting patiently for Inoue to respond to the idiotic Daisy. Keiko was very quiet but when you put her around friends, she was very defensive. Her and Daisy never got along and were always fighting but they still considered themselves the best of friends. Keiko got off her bed and walked and sat at Inoue's desk.

"Daisy," Inoue started but Daisy gave her an evil glare, "I am not calling you Sarina! I think you should be you, if anything you would look good with blue hair."

"LIKE BLUMA! That sounds like a great idea," Daisy said walking over to Keiko to see what she was looking at on Inoue's computer. "He's hott, who's this cat?" She asked pointing at Ishida on the screen.

Inoue walked over to see what they were looking at, and her face instantly went red, "He was just an old friend."

"Yeah, an ex-boyfriend?" Keiko said as she read the articles, "He is a very good writer, this is so true," she pointed to a sentence on the screen.

"No just a very old friend, from my freshman year of high school," Inoue walked over and jumped in her bed, and that's all he would ever be.

"Oh this one is much hotter! Look at this guy Orhime, he says it was one of his childhood friends," Daisy said and Inoue came rushing back over to the computer. She looked at Ishida with his arm around a tall blonde man, ICHIGO! She hadn't thought about them in years. "Look it's a got a bunch of pictures in this album, Keiko click on it."

When Keiko clicked on it the title of the album appeared and it read 'Ichigo and Rukia's wedding'. It was full of pictures of Rukia in a beautiful strapless lace dress, and Ichigo in a fitted tuxedo. There were pictures of some of the captains and people from the soul society, and Inoue suddenly felt so left out. Even Ishida had kept in touch with all of them, she found a picture of Ishida sitting at a table with Chad and Renji and a few other people.

She suddenly felt sick but held it in and walked back to her bed, she felt like just sleeping forever. "What's wrong?" Daisy asked sitting on the end of Inoue's bed.

"Nothing I just got a headache that's all," she said holding her forehead.

"Well, you are such a slob, you go and take a shower and then put the dirty clothes back on? Let me play with your hair!" Daisy said smiling down at her and Inoue reluctantly sat up and went to throw on some pajamas. When she came back Daisy had grabbed a brush and was waiting for her to sit back on the bed so she could brush her hair. It was Daisy's most favorite thing in the whole world to do; she was an aspiring hair technician.

She walked over and sat in front of Daisy and let her do her magic, it was always relaxing to have your hair done. She always brought Daisy to shoots to style her hair, she was so uncomfortable with the ones they had there for her. But the clients were always willing to let Daisy in and do her hair, just as long as she did it the way they told her.

"You know I think I've met this guy before, but I don't remember, at some seminar or something," Keiko said she was still reading his blog. Keiko loved going to seminars and learning new things about whatever she could. She always got free passes to see the ones at the school so of course she was going to go. Lectures were her favorite thing that was why she was taking 7 classes this semester, and she didn't even act like it stressed her out.

"I don't think so," Inoue said as Daisy finished up her hair and got off the bed to admire her work. "Good night," she announced and laid down on her bed and Daisy moaned as her creation was being destroyed so soon.