DISCLAIMER: As what everybody else had disclaimed; I do not own Bleach or any of their characters. I do not own Snow White and right now I wished I owned a Nissan 350z.


- Chapter Two: The First Encounter -


Damn! I'm going to be so late! Why do I have to be so clumsy?! And on the first day! Thoughts were racing through his mind as he raced against time. The other students were moving forward, where as he was running to where they came from. Finally! He went out the door.

"Umph!" exclaimed a girl as the guy bumped into her. She barely grasped the situation and was too late to avoid the tackle. She landed on her bum, wincing with pain. Practically pinning her down, he stood up frantically.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" he said as he gestured his hand to help her up. "I didn't see you."

She was cursing under her breath – she looked up and had a long good look at her assailant. He had long red hair up on a pony-tail with tattoos running down his arms. He was sporting a bandana over his forehead but even the girl could see the tattoos lurking there. He had a worried looked splashed over his face. She could see his sincerity so she accepted his gesture and grabbed hold of his hand. He has a strong grip and it's really no surprise, she thought as she stood and gingerly rubbing her bum. He began pick up her bag and gave it to her. Her height barely reached his shoulder. He's so tall, she thought to herself. And he actually smells nice.

"Are you OK?" he asked the girl that he just tackled.

His faced show mixture of concerned and relief. She felt somewhat guilty for being mad in the first place. But then again, who wouldn't? "Yes, I'm fine. Thank you." She smiled.

Her voice filled with elegance, he realized. Looking at her – he was awestruck. Her deep amethyst eyes. Her hair that's as black as ebony, short yet it flatters her well. Her skin is as white as snow, so soft and smooth. Her lips… Her blouse… Realizing he was staring too much, too long, whilst she brushed herself off, without thinking he introduced himself. "Abarai. Renji Abarai."

"Huh?" she looked up. She could see him being embarrassed now. Cute. She smiled.

"Sorry. My name. My name is Renji Abarai."

"Rukia Kuchiki." She smiled again. Oh my god. If my brother could see this now, I'd be dead for sure. Mingling with a red haired boy with tattoos! He looks like those punk-ass bullies – but… he's nice.

Without a word, he walked away. She was taken aback by his sudden rudeness. He walked towards the bench he sat earlier to pick up his file folder. He was too nervous. He didn't know what to do. Her smile was tantalizing. And he just suddenly remembered why he ran outside. She was watching. He could feel her eyes on his back.

She looked at him. He picked something up. Oh. He was just getting something. I better get moving now. Cause I'M FREAKING LATE! She then turned to face the building and started walking away.

"Wait!" Renji called out to Rukia. She stopped, waited for him to catch up to her. "Let me walk you."

Rukia didn't say anything. Again, she just smiled. What's with the smile? Renji thought as he smiled back and walked her into the building.

Thoughts were floating in his mind. She's so petite She's so poised I wonder whether I have a class with her. Oh my god. What the hell am I thinking these for. But then, it would be nice to get to know her more… Her voice broke into his thoughts.

"Abarai Renji?"

"Huh? Oh by the way, just call me Renji."

She blushed as she smiled back. "OK. Renji. Are you new here as well?"

"Yeah. I'm assuming you're new here too?"

"Heh. Yeah. This your first year?"

"Yeap!", A little too enthusiastic! Damn!

"Great. I'm so nervous!"

"Well, we can go together to the introductory orientation." Yes! Score!

Rukia did not reply. Instead she just looked up to him. Renji felt himself being uneasy, "I… Arr…" Uh-oh!

She looked at her feet, "I'd like that… Renji."

Phew! "Well, we'd better hurry up then. We're already thirty minutes late."

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The multi-purpose hall was full of new students. Everyone was listening intently. Everyone eager for a new beginning – eager of what will unfold next. The voice of a woman was echoing off the walls. She was explaining something that Ichigo wasn't really interested in listening. He yawned. He then felt a hand lay on his leg. He tingled – he looked to his right and saw Orihime smiling. Ichigo smiled back. Orhime took her hand away and he looked at the opposite direction. Thoughts are now running through Ichigo's mind. What was that?! And what is this feeling?

Suddenly Ichigo's thoughts were interrupted with a bang of a door being pushed open. Everybody turned to see what had happened behind their backs. Even the woman on the microphone paused for a moment.

Everyone is looking! ARGH! Rukia grabbed Renji's arm so firm he fought hard to keep a straight face. The two then moved and found seats – that broke the tension. The woman continued talking, and the students turned back to their original position to concentrate more.

That's the red-haired kid I saw earlier. And the girl he was with sure was tiny! Heh.He sure has weird taste. With a turn of the head, he turned his attention to the woman speaker at the front.



Author's Note: I've never really written anything before, except uni reports or essays. Neither of them good, I assure you that is true. So don't diss me for this. Hee. And I just realized this is quite short. Hmm.