Ichigo's POV

I ran, ran away from the redhead who looked so determined to find out what was wrong with me. Hell, I remember the first time someone my age found out, they placed a gun to my chest, and would've been able to kill me hadn't my father come and erase everyone's memory of me, transferring me to yet another school. This was the first time it happened in ten years.

That brat almost got everyone to turn against me.

I stopped near the bathroom, pushing open the door and shutting it while locking it with a deep breath. The twisted lust stirring in my body only meant one thing…I would soon become the full-breed vampire, the complete form that I didn't want to turn into for a few more years.

Dammit, and it's too early for this to be happening, but…why did it happen around Abarai? I don't get it, I haven't even smelt his blood yet, sure it's hell when the girls have their period, but still.

I haven't even had a taste for the substance yet. Staring in the mirror, my eyes widen slightly, seeing diluted pupils, slits and my cheeks covered in a heavy color of red, so close to that new student's hair color. The image of his smile flashes before my mind's eye, his voice echoing in my ears, pounding against the eardrums relentlessly. Why now?

My mouth is open, raspy breaths taken in and released, my canines longer than usual, showing my lust to sink my teeth into some flesh, but why'd it trigger now?

I reached into my back pocket, pulling out my black flip phone, flipping it open and going to my contacts list, leaving the bright blue highlighter to hover over my father's number…taking in a slow breath, my left thumb pressed down on the green call button, lifting the electronic device up to my ear, hear the ringer pulse persistently, making me twitch in time the volume raised.

Pressing my free hand against the mirror, my heart pounded once I heard my father's voice, "Ichigo?"

"Hai," I complied, nodding my head as I shut my eyes, trying to regain control over my overpowered senses, "t…they've awakened…"

"You're now a full-vamp?"

"Yeah," My nails scrapped angrily against the glass, making my on-coming headache even worse.

"Who were you around when they triggered?"

My brown eyes were hazed, my entire posture screaming out for release, anything, just to get the feeling to diminish. "A-Abarai…" I whispered, voice tuned down to a low hush, "Abarai Renji,"

"Hmm…"

There was silence, but my body jerked out of the indulging feel once I heard the doorknob turn, then hearing someone pull out what sounded like bobby pins, making the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.

"I swear I've heard that name -"

"I gotta go; I'll see you after school!" I hissed, pulling the cell away from my ear and snapping it shut, shoving it into my back pocket once I turned, seeing Renji stand there with furrowed brows, reddish-brown eyes glistening from worry. "Renji…"

"Why'd ya run off like that?!" he demanded, hands clenched into fists at his sides, his grin that I saw earlier replaced with a deep frown etched into his pale features. "What the hell is going on here?!"

"Sorry…had the runs," A simple lie, that I silently hoped would be bought. And thank whatever lord was listening that he nodded slowly, indicating that he got it. "Nothing personal, Abarai, when you gotta go…you gotta go."

"Yeah," he replied slowly, the faint sound of his pulse throbbing and bouncing off the walls, driving my senses up the wall and to the heavens. "So…Ichigo…" His left hand lifted, scratching the back of his neck, "do ya…have any other friends?"

I shook my head nonchalantly; everyone who was new asked me this question when they ran into me. Got annoying after a while, but was still answered. Closing my eyes, my ears zoned in on his breathing, my nose stealing his scent from the air…everything.

Opening my eyes, realization slowly dawned on me. The scent on this guy was so fucking familiar. Almost like a lily, flowers in a radiant garden, the secret smell everyone takes a shower to get rid of. But we vampires can easily target the people just by the way their real smell is.

He must've noticed my zoning out since he walked over with his left hand locating itself atop my shoulder like it always belonged there.

The sun's rays began to peek through the window on the left of me, causing me to quickly reach behind myself and pull the hood to my black jacket up, covering most of my skin from the sun.

That's the last way vampires want to die, by the sun itself.

Renji's POV

When I heard Ichigo's voice emitting from the bathroom, for some reason, I just wanted to talk to him about what happened, but soon realized the door was locked. Luckily I brought along a pair of bobby pins, happy that I didn't ditch some tricks I learned from the Rukon district back from where I came from.

Having picked the lock easily, I pushed it open, only to have yelled at the pale teenager.

But what I don't get is why he hides from the sun. It's like…he shouldn't be roaming the world of the light, and should rather stay in the realm of the abyss. We're walking the halls again, Kurosaki leading me to his locker, offering to share with me. Also, I couldn't help but notice that his shoulders are tense, un-relaxed, as though he were holding back the urge to either kill someone, or slit someone's throat and suck all their blood out.

I shuddered at the thought.

"Renji…"

My eyes fell down on him, seeing that his head was slumped, hands shoved into his pockets. "Yeah?"

"I…might not be here tomorrow," he mumbled, but I could easily catch every letter in each word, "so…find this girl named Orihime if you're still lost."

"…'Ori'…'hime'?" I blinked, what an odd name, but then again, so was Ichigo's and mine. But hers? Hers topped the cake, as far as I could tell. "She your sister or something?"

"Classmate,"

Oh…and simply answered as well, no nonsense from this guy. Kinda…cool, doesn't beat around the bush and all that, I like it.

"What school did you come from?"

I blinked my reddish-brown orbs, tilting a brow from confusion. I hadn't expected anyone to ask me that question at all. Most of the questions I got were about the strange tattoos that appear all over my body out of the blue.

"From a bad side of town, let's just say that," I sighed, shaking my head from side to side slightly, pinching the bridge of my nose, "got too many gunshots goin' off and all that. Too many fights, which I was always in because they thought I looked like a fag because of my hair." I glanced down on him, seeing that his auburn eyes connected with mine, silently looking me over. "But I'm not."