The two counterparts breath got ridged, as they pushed past the gates to the school. Both of them stopped abruptly when they made it, people turning to stare at them momentarily.
"oh, you are so dead" ichigo said, glaring at the albino.
"what did I do?" ichigo caught the panicked glance that shiro shared with him, and he almost started laughing. Luckily, he didn't.
"you didn't let me win!" shiro blanched at the answer, returning a playful glare at the orangette. The little sneak. It was VERY rarely that shiro let anyone else win a race or whatnot. And he wasn't going to start now.
"I NEVER let anyone win! It was a draw, anyway" shiro smirked, grinning when ichigo snorted.
"no, my foot touched the ground first."
"did not"
"did to"
"did not"
"did to!"
"DID NOT!"
Ch2
Both continued down the halls with 'did to!' and 'did not!' the whole time, before landing right infront of their first hour class. Which, the recently found out, they had together.
"did not!" shiro concluded, glaring at the being beside him. he couldn't believe ichigo had the SLIGHTEST idea that he had beaten him. it just wasn't possible. Really, beating a vampire! It wasn't possible. No, it want possible. It just wasn't fucking possible! …..it's not possible.
"did t-"
"relationship quarrel already, ichi?" a voice came from behind both counterparts, making them turn almost immediately.
"RENJI! Don't fucking scare me like that!" ichigo said, almost gasping. Usually he heard when the red head was coming, but he was a BIT DESTRACTED at the time. As in trying to taunt the vampire into thinking that he won. It was a draw….but hell, he wanted to win!
Stupid albino. Stupid vampire.
Wait. "relationship quarrel?" the orangette questioned. He face heated up at what his friend was implying. Him…shiro….together? what! NO! "WERE NOT DATING!" he shouted, walking into the class at the same time. A few people ignored them, but the majority looked to see what the commotion was about. Aw, shit.
"oh, yer smart…" shiro muttered to himself. People were already staring at him like he was a freak out of nature. The albino always hated that; knowing people hated him for his looks. But what could he do, huh? Put facial mask stuff on? Hell no. he'd rather go as himself.
"shit, ichi. I agree. Your totally smart…" renji snickered, all while taking his seat behind his friend hisagi.
Ichigo only grunted, before going to his own seat in the back of the room. The albino followed soon after, ignoring the few gazes shot his way. Stupid assholes, getting in his business. Half looked jealous, and the other half passed by as envious. What the fuck, man? Ichigo was THIS popular? THIS wanted?
Not that he couldn't see why.
Seriously. You have to be stupid to not think that ichigo was hot. Cause damn, he was hot alright. Long, lean legs that had solid muscle carved in, muscles lining up all the way from those glorious long legs to the sharp, stern jawline of the orangette. The piercing glare that rested on his features, setting off that scowl that he always wore. And that hair. Oh, that hair. So wild and un-tamed, like nothing could stop it from doing what it wants. But it can't do much, being its HAIR.
Oh yeah, kurosaki ichigo was hot alright.
But putting that aside, shiro could only contemplate the people around him. some were so immature (like renji), some mature (like ichigo and chad), and some were just downright perverts. (still renji, but chizuro and rukia added). It was a weird bunch, but hichigo'd most likely fall into the pervert bunch.
Right when the albino and ichigo sat down, the bell rang.
The teacher walked in, long legs with stilettos clinking on the ground as she walked. He huge…assets were known at first glance. As in, they were fucking HUGE!
"what the fuck…." Hichigo muttered, only to catch an amused gaze of no other than ichigo. Stupid fallen angel…..
"as you all presumably know, we have a new student. Shirosaki-san, sweetie, would you please stand?" her slutry voice rang out, eyes piercing the albinos way too intimately.
Hichigo only groaned at the stupid bitches voice, while standing. Why the fuck did he always have to get the slutty teachers? They suck. Its like they pay more attention to dropping the chalk purposely and picking it up while wiggling their asses then actually teach. Geeze.
"yo" he said, all too cold.
All gazes were shot to him. most knew by first glance he was new, but some were still skeptical. Why the hell are they skeptical? He was a new kid. Sitting next to the crazed kid, kurosaki ichigo. Damn, things aren't looking so good. Shittttttt….
"shirosaki-kun….would you mind telling us something about yourself?" the strawberry blonde purred, her eyes narrowing slightly.
Ichigo stiffened a bit, glaring at the teacher. Stupid matsumoto, hitting on the vampire. Somehow hichigo seemed more pissed off than amazed, which is a new deeming indeed. Most high-schoolers would jump at the chance of getting rangeku matsumoto in bed. Doesn't look like he has the slightest willing to do that, though. Good.
"im 15. Moved to japan from Germany. And yes, I know German. Ive been to Scotland, England, France, Spain, Mexico, Germany, Poland, Venezuela, Brazil, and the U.S. I know 7 languages, not including Japanese. And yes, im gay. So stop checking me out, sensei. Im not interested."
Woah.
The class stared in awe. Most guys were thinking 'who In the right mind would turn down the lovely rangeku?' well, hichigo would.
Then there was the language's he knew. The albino knew they were impressed by his knowledge of languages, as well as travel state. But hey, when you're a vampire, you can't stay in places for very long. Couple years, tops, before humans started to notice you didn't age like normal people. Woops, time to move. Hichigo knew that it was probably the same with ichigo.
But, ichigo and hichigo agreed on this. Rangeku's look on her face was the most priceless thing to see. It was a mixture of surprise, detest, and sadness. And a bit of hate swirled in there too. 'Oh well bitch, you shouldn't have tried to fuck with me! It bites you in the ass, you know?'
"shirosaki-kun, please just take your seat. That's enough inf-information." Rangeku stuttered, while turning back to her desk.
The bitch deserves it.
In his mind the albino snickered, sitting back down in his seat while glancing at ichigo. They shared a knowing grin. Oh, the sweet sense of victory.
The class started normally, only looks of resentment from dudes around the two. Rangeku sent a few stares at hichigo, too. What, did she think she still had a chance? Fuck her. Ichigo knew he was…..ok, jealous. Only in the beginning, though. When hichigo turned the teacher down he instantly felt better, almost like he had a chance. Oh, give up ichigo. What vampire in the right mind would date a fucking fallen angel? Not hichigo. At least, ichigo was ninety-nine percent sure. But that other percent was a little hope. Just a little.
The orangette sighed. No way in getting your hopes up ichigo, it'll just come crashing down on you in another way.
Hichigo looked over to see ichigo furrowing his eyebrow worriedly, staring down at his desk. What was ichigo worrying about? Thinking, thinking, thinking…ok, nothings coming up. Or…..was it that ichigo was a bit…jealous? Of his teacher? Seriously? Nah, that couldn't be it. He was a fucking fallen angel, and those badasses don't worry about anything like that. But ichigo didn't seem too much like a regular fallen angel. More…mysterious? He snorted. Sure, mysterious. Sort of caring, in a way, too.
The class went on; rangeku shooting glares at the other kids talking. When her gaze always turned to hichigo, her lips would find a fine line, and pout her petty little face away. the shit. Then she glanced at ichigo, who was glaring daggers into her body. Geeze, what had gotten into ichigo today?
"ichigo-kun, could you please come up here to solve this math problem?" rangeku chided a bit too happily, sending a heated gaze to the orangette.
Mentally ichigo groaned, followed by a scowl that set in his features. "yes, Mrs. Matsumoto."
"oh please, call me rangeku." Ugh, that voice would one day drive ichigo insane. Why can't he just fly away right now? He wanted to. Like, really bad.
"no, Mrs. Matsumoto" ichigo gritted through his teeth as he stood. Stalking over to the board, he waited for the teacher to give him a problem.
" x = 15 + y x (GD) / 16.7 if y = 17,000, G = 6, and d =74" as his teacher said it, ichigo quickly wrote it down. This question was easy. In his head, he already figured it out. 451991.047904192. god, wasn't that easy. (a/n: please don't go on and on about how that's not a real problem, because im not even old enough to go into pre-cal, algebra, and all that stuff. Though, that is the right answer, if anyone was wondering.)
Within seconds he had the formula wrote down, then quickly added the multiplication and division and adding steps. He didn't pause one moment, because he already knew what he was doing. God, he knew he wasn't stupid at this. Its so easy he could do it in his sleep.
With one last stroke of the chalk, ichigo finished. The orangette set the white material down, glancing back at the teacher, who was watching in awe. Well bitch, try and beat him in a competition of math. See if you win, you whore.
"g-good job, kurosaki-kun. You may sit." Rangeku chided, still in a bit of chock. The rest of the class was too, all but hichigo. He was grinning wildly down at the orangette, as if stalking his prey.
"kay" ichigo stepped back, walking to his seat in the silent room. People watched him for a bit, before turning back to the teacher. The feeling of being watched was unsettling, and he was glad when it was over. Ichigo had never liked staring. Usually, because when he was little he used to take beatings for his hair. Now, he couldn't fight back because he was an angel. He didn't want to upset god by harming one of his creations. But one day he had to. That's how he claimed the title of 'fallen.'
Hichigo glanced at the seating ichigo, who looked like he was lost in thought. The albinos quirked one of his pale eyebrows, but decided to leave that matter until later.
Class went on and on for what seemed like forever, before the bell rang. It made a loud yelling sound that made both hichigo and ichigo jump a bit. They heard the other people gathering their things hurriedly, so they packed their own, ready to go to their next class.
"ichigo, where's bio-chem?" hichigo asked, standing from his desk. He saw ichigo look up slowly, his brown orbs blinking a few seconds before replying.
"I'll show you, it's my next period." He replied, as he started gathering up his books. A few loose papers fell from his grip at the time, and ichigo mentally cursed himself. He hated when it took forever to get his stuff together. It always pissed him off. Ichigo was a god-damn fallen angel! Since when do they have mundane mistakes?
Ichigo bent down to pick up the fallen papers, only to gasp out when he slid his finger against the thin paper. When he looked at his finger, he could see the faintest red color making its way to the flesh of his skin. Ichigo cursed himself again, standing up with the papers. Stupid graded things, it was only a nuisance.
The orangette looked up. He meant hichigos gaze, only to be brought to with hunger and precision. What had gotten into-? Holy shit, his blood! Crap! He's a vampire ichigo, the fuck were you thinking?
The albino groaned out loud, his eyes darting over the blood that escaped ichigos index finger. He felt a worried and strained gaze on him, but right now he didn't care. All hichigo wanted was the blood that ichigo let escape from the smallest indentation in his hand, licking it off. The blood was just so…potent. It made the albino teens body quiver in want, slowly descending him to somewhere he would most likely be. In front of ichigo, licking his finger bloodless. Shit…..
Ichigo gulped, but stepped forward to hichigo. He could see the look on hichigos face darken slightly, his eyes darting up, surprised, to meet chocolate mocha ones. Ichigo suppressed a shiver and moved forward again, walking up to where he stood face to face with the vampire himself. The orangette gave off a quivering sigh, before he lifted his pointed index finger out to meet hichigos lips. Ichigo liked the feeling of the albinos coldness – it was refreshing. And calming. He didn't really know why he liked it so much, but he knew he did. And ichigo also knew that what he was going to ask next was the craziest thing he did in all of his years living. Ever.
"you want it…right?" ichigo questioned, his eyes darting to his own quirked finger resting on hichigos paled lips. He saw them part slightly, almost as if to let out a pant.
"y-yes…" hichigo said, his voice distorted. It always happened when blood came into sight – it was natural. For him. Not necessarily for ichigo though. That was confirmed when ichigo gasped, almost taking the hand away from his mouth. This made the albino frown. Was ichigo…scared of him now?
Ichigo suppressed another shiver that wanted to break onto his skin, coming forth to make him submit. Ichigo only shook his head and gulped, before slightly pressing his finger into hichigos mouth.
"then take it. Hurry though, we only have four minutes left." Thank god, since ichigo already has his books for his next class. And hichigo didn't get any til he goes to that class, so they were fine. For now.
Ichigo saw the albino gulp almost immediately, before a quivering pale hand shot up and grasped ichigos wrist. Though, when the orangette thought he'd take the fingers into his mouth, he ended up surprised when hichigo shoved himself into ichigo. Wide-eyed and questioning, the orangette shook a bit, eyes extending even larger when he felt fangs press up against his skin. He could almost hear when those whitened teeth clamped down onto his neck, starting to suck the living life out of his veins. Ichigo was shaking at the sudden pleasure that escaped him. With that, he grasped onto the front part of hichigos shirt, almost pulling down in a way. God damn, it felt good. Ichigo himself never felt something that pleasing in his life. Nothing even came close. It was so….good…..fingers tightened on the shirt of the albino slowly, quirking every now and then. Fangs tug deeper and deeper into ichigos sun kissed skin, sucking and magnetizing the blood into the albino's mouth.
Hichigo groaned into the orangettes abused neck, his mind going into wildfire territory. The pulsing point to where he was sucking the fallen angel's neck almost made him pass out immediately, but he stood his ground as he continued. The feeling was just….amazing. Never before had sucking blood made him feel this appealing. Just what kind of blood was in this man? Well, that was obvious. But hichigo never thought it would be so….appealing. it made him hungry for more, and more, and…more….
Hichigo's eyes suddenly flew open, before he gasped and stumbles backwards, off of ichigo. The orangette blinked a couple of times, trying to clear his once hazy mind. Prickles of white came through the orangette's vision, so he blinked to try to clear his eyesight. Then his eyes widened dramatically.
"y-you bi-" ichigo tried to stutter out halfheartedly.
"im sorry! Im sorry, im sorry, im sorry!" hichigo chanted suddenly, right before kids started to pile in the once deserted classroom. Hichigo took off before ichigo could say anything, running and wiping his mouth in case of any blood. He heard a few shouts coming his way, but the albino blocked it out as he ran.
Stupid, stupid, stupid you, hichigo! What did you think you were doing! Holy hell, he just fucking sucked the fallen angel's blood in the light of day, and no less, sucked the fallen angels blood. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Hichigo, think. Wait, he can't think! Because every time he FUCKING trusted his brain, it ended him in predicaments like this! Not that he's ever been in the predicament, but…still, the same principle! UGGGHHH…..
The albino pumped his legs farther, pushing past the people in the halls. The doors came into sight ahead of him, so he pushed harder, until he made it too them. The metal creaked a bit as he dashed past the appliances, out to the warm air of the summer. He was panting heavily as he slowly walked past the trees by the front doors, granted by the soft breeze that started up. Hichigo sighed.
"the fuck am I thinking?" he shouted out, screaming into the air. Hichigo's hands shot up to his pale hair, tugging on the strands like they were burning him. "stupid, stupid, STUPID!" he shouted, growling to himself in the process.
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After a bit of calming down hichigo sighed, plopping down on the grass near a tree.
The albino was exasperated. He just couldn't believe he fucking bit ichigo! Like literally, bit. Hichigo was purely pissed at himself for not being able to hold back at least a couple of weeks, but NO, he had to give in already. Was hichigo just some sort of weakling! He didn't think so! Vampires are supposed to withstand such feelings like this….bloodlust, but it didn't seem like that for the albino. Hichigo didn't understand things like this – why he couldn't control himself. It was just so quick when he heard ichigo hiss, before he looked down to see red liquid start to bubble up on the tip of his finger, trailing down to leave a trail on the tanned skin. All of a sudden it wasn't enough for him, and he ended up biting ichigo when he offered the blood. It was so STUPID of him to do that. The albino should have just run then, and then none of this would have happened. But he was just…frozen. The pale teen couldn't even MOVE, for shits sakes.
The albino sighed out loud. Being a vampire was really harsh.
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Ichigo was panting slightly as people clambered into the classroom, some giving him odd stares as they passed him. the orangette didn't really care as he stumbled out of the classroom, still panting with electricity going throughout his body in waves. He shivered.
'What was….what was that?' ichigo thought, just as he laid himself down on the outside of the classroom.
