Disclaimer: No I do not own any of these characters. Period.
Me: Hello people…………Salut………….Bonjour………….Konichiwa…………Annyeong…… Well just HI. I don't know really what I should say to you. By seeing my way of writing you might know who I am and track me down (I'm talking to my stalker friends. And NO not stalkers who are my friends, but my friends who are stalkers. Meh.) Anyways, usually people will say "enjoy the story" but I say, "Don't blame me if you hate his story for may reasons to be listed." Thank you for listening…………wait……….no you didn't listen to me if you are reading this…………. :D
Now I am sorry but I can't tell you much about this story.
I can't even tell you the place of this story, meaning where it is located. Sadly if I tell you this my enemies might find me like uh……. Grammar lectures. No the teacher is not the enemy it is just the lectures that annoy me. But keep this in mind there are more horrifying enemies of mine that are better kept a secret. There are many other things I can't say either. Like how I can't even say the existence of this story. So I hope you forget everything you read. It would do me a great favor.
Although this is all true I can tell you only about the characters. I can tell you about how they look like, if they have any annoying brothers or sisters. If they have crazy big boobed friends, or friends who just can't talk not because they were born like that, but because they were born like that.
Since you are already aware of the weird things that may happen in this story lets begin.
Hey if anything happens……..I warned you.
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Lush leaves flowed in a melodic way as the cool wind made the branches of a tall tree sway in its unheard rhythm. A beautiful sound emitted from an elegant rose garden where a man played his violin. As the wind softly swayed his hair as if it was patting it fondly, the man started playing the climax of the song. When he finished the high note that rang through the walls of blooming roses he slowly let his arm droop, careful not to scratch his prized instrument. Slowly he opened his eye as if he was waking from a mysterious trance, revealing his deep purp-
"Arghhhhhh!!!!"
A boy with the most usual spiky orange hair mentally groaned putting down his pencil ruffling his hair in frustration. Well meet this story's………stubborn, short tempered, spontaneous, determined, outspoken, strong-willed, impulsive…..uh hero, Ichigo. No his name is not the Ichigo for "strawberry", but Ichigo for "protect". Remember that otherwise he might beat you up, and that is not a good thing. And no he will NOT go out saying "Mew mew Power, Mew mew grace, Mew mew power in your face!". I'm sorry, it just doesn't work with him, seriously. But of course you only may understand if you know the manga "Mew Mew Power."
You see it was a Monday, the day that people sigh in frustration, because it is school time. Me, I sigh, because it doesn't feel like we are supposed to go to school. Right now Ichigo is in English class apparently writing a descriptive story about an object they are given. Despite Ichigo's "rebellious" look from his hair he wanted to get an acceptable mark, but he was currently having a hard time. The bell rang signaling the start of his third period, math. Now that was easy for him at least to get his mind off English right? If I was there I would completely disagree with him. Math is one of my worst subject, but…….that is not the point. The point was, something big was going to happen that was going to change Ichigo's life forever not that it is not already weird since he can see spirits.
Yes. Spirits.
Probably making his life WAY better since he is already being thought of badly because of his hair.* (*Please note the sarcasm at the "making his life WAY better" part. You see it? Good.) Although it looked as if he was talking to thin air he was actually talking to a spirit and I hope the dead don't get mad at me but they bugged him a lot.
Ichigo toke out his math work that was due, and tucked his English in his desk. Looking out side the window he saw the spirit of a man floating. Acting like he didn't see, Ichigo faked yawned and turned away. Suddenly the classrooms door slammed open and in came his stupid, loud, hyper, drama queen of a friend Keigo.
"Ich -huff- igo -huff- !!!", he half panted, half shouted at Ichigo like he hadn't seen his friend for the longest time ever.
Ichigo annoyed tripped the poor guy before he even reached him making Keigo slam on the ground FACE first. Lovely job Ichigo. That deserves an applause. Keigo a second later immediately stood back up pouring fake tears and pouting.
"Ichigo!! Why do you have to do that all the time?!?!?"
Rolling his eyes Ichigo then looked at Keigo and sighed shaking his head for some unknown reason that will soon be know. Pointing at Keigo, Ichigo said,
"Are you running away from Sensei again?"
Keigo's eyes widened a centimeter from how it usually was and him being the drama queen he was did his job.
"ICHIGOOOO!! HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?!?!? Sensei is SOO mean~! I was skipping and then she found me while she was taking a washroom break. Then she chased me all around the field! How can that super woman run in HIGH HEELS like that?!!?!?"
"Don't ask me. Maybe your just slow.", Ichigo said scoffing not noticing the people looking at Keigo weirdly.
"Oh yah it is also easy to know that you were running away from Sensei. First of all when you are not in class it means that you are either away or skipping. In this case skipping, because I saw you here in 1st period. Also whenever you skip you always go to a certain spot where you sleep and the teacher then catches you, right now it is Sensei. How I know you were running away from her? There is dust on you from the field and you can see the dirt on your shoes."
"Hey no fair!" Keigo exclaimed, "It is not MY fault I am not the Sherlock Holmes of this century!!!"
Ichigo then sighed at his long speech and grabbed a Sherlock Holmes book from his desk waiting till his teacher would arrive back in class.(Oho so Keigo DOES have a brain) Sooner than he thought the classroom's door opened once again revealing an angry teacher. Keigo laughed nervously and hid behind Ichigo. What an idiot. How would that help him in any way? Their teacher walked to Keigo and pulled him up by his ear promising that she would deal with him after class. Laughter rang through the class and Ichigo lazily put down his book waiting for the class to begin. He was bored as usual, school was the same old, same old like I said until today. Instead of his Sensei starting the class as usual she cleared her throat and announced,
"Ohayo everyone! Today a new student is coming any moment. When she comes please welcome her kindly!"
Ichigo lifted his head up a centimeter to this, but put it back down. It was rare that any new students transferred to their class, but on the second thought he did care that much. An annoying amount of chatter filled the air and he looked to the side to see the idiot Keigo now talking to Mizuiro. He scoffed, if it was a girl (hopefully it was not) Keigo would ambush her. By ambush it means flirt with her, god have mercy on the girl that comes………. The chatter came to an abrupt stop when the door was swiftly but elegantly opened. In stepped in a petite girl with the most alluring purple eyes attracting everyone's in the class's attention. Taking light steps like a cat, the girl walked up to the teacher's desk smiling. Sensei smiled back and motioned the girl to introduce herself. Looking in front the girl smiled looking at every person in the class till she stopped and looked at Ichigo.
"Ohayo everyone.", the girl said her voice soft still smiling, "My name is Kuchiki Rukia, I hope that I can get along with you!"
Ichigo's eyes narrowed in suspicion. This girl looked too innocent, TOO innocent. And there was just something with her smile. No it was not evil, or life threatening*, or going to kill him. (Smiles could kill trust me.) This smile didn't reach her eyes, and in her eyes showed a speck of austere. Just call it a detective instinct. I mean he wouldn't be the detective of his century for nothing, right?
This is the beginning of where Ichigo's life is gonna change drastically. Now excuse me while I go eat some of my candy calling me over there. Bye.
Me: So. What do you think so far? Press the Review button please. Oh yes calling me crazy is fine. :D
