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Okayosh...
this story is gonna be mainly comedy at first. Then, later on... it'll get REALLY angsty.
Just a warning.
second chappy.
hope you enjoy :)
And would it set me free
If I dared to let you see
The truth behind the person
That you imagine me to be?
-Casting Crowns, Stained Glass Masquerade
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---Ichigo---
It.
Was.
Six.
O'clock.
In.
The.
Freaking.
Morning.
So why. Why. WHY was he standing in front of a freakin' janitor's closet?
Good question.
He didn't know either.
Somehow, he had dragged himself out of bed at five thirty in the morning, taken a shower, eaten breakfast, and pulled himself to school. In the stupid, evil rain. The rain that kept going all night. The rain that wouldn't let him get any sleep.
Ichigo hated the rain. Loathed it, really.
He sighed, and opened the door.
"Yo, Ruk--"
His greeting was cut off by a foot connecting to his stomach. He fell to the ground, grabbing his gut and groaning.
"ICHIGO!!!" She yelled, fists at her hips. "LATE!!!! LATE! YOU'RE LATE!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Her hair was wet, and it clutched to her pale skin in soft ringlets.
"C-curse...you..." He managed out, futilely trying to gather the strength to stand up.
She let out a reckless grin. "Oh? Curse me to what, exactly?" She put a foot on his back, pressing down a little. "YOU DARE TO SPEAK BACK TO YOUR SENSEI?!" A dark aura seemed to leak from her body.
The pain in his abdomen was bearable now.
"D-didn't know you.. weighed... this... much..." He groaned out, pulling his hands out from his stomach.
She pressed down harder. "I don't. THAT'S MY STRENGTH YOU'RE FEELING!!!" She let out an evil cackle, and her weight seemed to increase tenfold.
Ichigo's hand grabbed her ankle, his calloused skin brushing against her soft cloth. With a grunt, he pulled, and she fell backward, hitting her head softly on a nearby mop's head.
"Uhr. Oops." He scratched his head, standing now.
---Rukia---
Slowly, she opened her eyes, thick eyelashes revealing bright amethyst reflections.
"Urghhh..." She gargled, porcelin hand lifting to her dark hair. She felt a lump of highered skin. "CURSE IT ICHIGO!!!!!!!! STOP BEING SO DISRESPCTFUL TO YOUR ELDERS!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Ichigo was sitting next to her sitting body, grimacing. His large hands were clasped behind his bright orange head. "Disrespectful?"
A smirk stretched across his frowning face, hiding the relief he felt leaking into his heart. "Go die in a ditch. I didn't even agree to this whole freakish janitor program. I don't even know why I'm here. The whole idea is crazy. You're probably crazy. Six o'clock in the mor--"
"Pick up a mop and get to work. If you want to become a better janitor, the mop is the first and easiest technique." His words were useless on her ears. "C'mon Ichigo. Get up."
His face was priceless.
---Ichigo---
"MOP, ICHIGO, MOP!!!" Her voice was clear, commanding, and cutting.
"I AM MOPPING!!!!!!!!" Dang, this girl was annoying. "SEE?!" He swiped vigorously at the wet floor, watching as the suds mixed in with the speading liquid.
"No! You're not!" She retorted against all logical reasoning. "You can't just MOVE the thing across the floor, you have to FEEL it!"
Ichigo let the thing fall to the floor with a resounding plunk. "SAY WHAT?!?!?!?"
"YOU'RE HOPELESS!!!"
"SHUT UP!!!!"
Ichigo frowned, and his swipes became more concentrated as his mind slowly wandered from the present.
"Class." The teacher's voice rang out clearly despite the din of the classroom. And Keigo. Keigo was loud. "Today is Wednesday."
No duh.
"And today. In this classroom."
This is a CLASSROOM!? I had no idea...
"We have a new transfer student."
Ooohhhh crap. This is, what, the fifth one this year?
"Her name is Kuchiki Rukia."
What kinda name is Kuchiki?! WHOSE NAME STARTS WITH A K!??!?! Oh. Wait. Mine. Right...
She entered with a smile. It seemed more of a mask, though. A cold, emotionless, smiling mask.
Her eyes glanced about the classroom, her hair damp, her quiet demeanor smothering the now silent classroom.
She curtseyed, eyes bright as she looked up demurely.
"A pleasure to meet you." She tilted her head and smiled.
Why the freak is she giving such a crappy smile?
---Rukia---
"Ichigo." She slapped the side of his head. He grimaced, and turned his amber eyes to her amethyst. "Concentrate. Stop spacing off. You look stupid."
He looked away, and grumbled. "Shut up."
"You're only HALFWAY done with this room?! IT'S A TEACHER'S CLOSET!!! I LEAVE TO THE BATHROOM, COME BACK, AND YOU'RE ONLY HALFWAY DONE WITH A TWELVE FOOT ROOM?!?!?!? YOU SERIOUSLY NEED SOME HELP WITH THIS!!!!!!!!!!! DANG, ICHIGO!!!! IT'S STILL DUSTY EVERYWHERE I LOOK!!!! HAVE YOU EVEN STARTED MOPPING?!?!?! THE ONLY CLEAN SPOT IS IN FRONT OF YOUR SHOES!!!!!"
She glanced at her watch in the middle of her endless rant. "Oh. Crap. School's about to start."
She looked up at his utterly confused face. "Bye."
A small, single hand raised in farewell, her other grabbed her bag as she ran out.
Ichigo stared after her escape, then his gaze moved down to his own outfit.
"HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO CHANGE OUT OF THIS JANITOR UNIFORM?!?!?!?"
He always sucked at removing one-piece outfits.
Yeah.
This was complete filler. SO WHAT!?
I was bored.
The plot will start next chappy.
SORRY IT SUCKED SO BAD!!! I wrote this at one o'clock in the morning T,T