Hello again, chapter two redo. This chapter really bugged me. I started reading Bleach again and I actually like Orihime now. She's still a ditz but she's not really that bad.

I JUST HATE GRIMMHIME.

THE ONLY HIME GRIMMJOW WILL EVER BE WITH IS ICHIGO OR NO ONE AT ALL.

LOUD NOISES.

Most Recent re-vising- 2/11/2012 2:08am

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"Ichhhhiggggo! You look different! So coool! Did you get a haaaaaiiiir c-?"

"No." Ichigo growled uncomfortably trying to hide the fact that he looked different.

He walked past with the urge to punch the overly comfortable guy in the face, like he always did when Keigo came up to taunt him.

"SO MEAN. I'M CRUSHED." The brunette cried with a pout, crossing his arms. Mizuiro had to come up and drag him away,

"Sorry Ichigo, I'll make sure he leaves you alone. Hey look bro, hot ladies"

"Ohhh."

Ichigo grimly advanced to his seat in the class room and quickly sank down low in his chair, trying to make himself as inconspicuous as possible. The teen buried his head in his hands, letting both palms come to rest on his temples. He closed his eyes trying to calm his now quickened feline heart.

The class was buzzing with chatter and movement as students filed in around him. Little packs of teens gathered together reenacting things that had happened to them at the parties they'd went to a few days ago, or dishing the latest gossip about some poor girl who was called Fugly Francine, and then of course most were just talking about sex.

He twitched nervously as his enhanced senses began to pick up new foreign smells and sounds and…feelings…. He was intensely plagued with the scent of sweat, skin, and the soft scent of fabric soap still clinging to the class school uniforms swaying around him. He could feel the vibrations of movements from across the room, and the thrum of hearts beating.

Just then an overpowering smell blew through the open window. The scent of the last Sakura blossoms before winter. Some stray petals drifted into the room, gracefully rippling and swirling on the invisible tides carrying them. They created tiny flurrying shadows along the floor and desks. One of the petals tumbled delicately above him and then landed quietly on his hand. Ichigo stared at it.

Time seemed to inch by as he let all the other stimuli of the outside world melt away. Ichigo stared at the petal, seeing the delicate inlay of pink flesh and chloroplast veins. There was a warm silence as golden light lazily glimmered through from outside. Ichigo picked up the petal between his thumb and index finger staring at the silky exterior. He closed his eyes and breathed in. His sense of smell really had increased by ten fold. He felt like a bloodhound the way he was able to pick up even the most minute traces of-

"LOOKIT THAT ADORABLE SHIT."

Ichigo winced at the deafness he was now experiencing as Orihime walked into the room. She'd just gotten a hair cut and Tatsuki seemed to approve...very loudly.

"Inoue it looks so nice!"

"Thanks." Orihime whispered tucking a strand of vibrant red hair behind her ear. She caught Ichigo's eye as she passed him and said hello.

"Hello, Orhime." Ichigo said with a tired smile. Although Orihime had surely heard him all she did was keep staring at him looking extremely uncomfortable. After a few more awkward moments of her starring into, what she thought, were the most beautiful eyes she'd ever seen, Ichigo turned around to look at Tatsuki.

"Hey, Tats. I think Orihime broke." Ichigo said looking a little concerned.

"Woah are you wearing hair gel or something today? Cause you look really... different!" Tatsuki excalimed with a smile finalling getting the right word out. Before Ichigo could refuse, suddenly he heard a crash in front of him. He turned back alarmed to find Orihime collapsed on the ground.

He eloquently spoke for the class and described the entire room's shock in one sentence, "WHAT THE SHIT!"

The class rushed to her as if someone had just round house kicked her out a window. As a few students, including Tatsuki, fanned her and gently patted her face to get her to wake up, Orihime turned stark red at what she'd just done.

"I-I'm so sorry!" She cried out nervously.

Ichigo took on a kind expressiona nd knelt down to put a hand on the girl's shoulder, "Hey it's ok Orihime, you're probably just really-"

"SHE'S OUT AGAIN EVERYONE."

The entire class groaned as the fanners took up position again. Ichigo's lips quivered as if he were trying to say something or make sense of the nonsense, but just withdrew his hand and frowned in a comical way.

Then Tatsuki turned to Ichigo from fanning Orihime and smirked, "Damn and the inglorious Ichigo Kurosaki strikes again! Now- he's a lady killer. One look and they drop like flies! Careful girls."

The entire class laughed.

Ichigo sighed in embarrasment as he pinched his brow, "God dammnit not again..."


The teacher had been late that day due to some lame excuse that she locked her keys in her car the night before and had to call her friend to pick her up. Ichigo's new senses caught the interesting truth. Her black hair was slightly ruffled, her blouse was hastily buttoned, her skirt was wrinkled slightly and uneven, and Ichigo could smell something foreign on her skin. He closed his eyes and breathed in the alluring smell. It was so instinctual, and warm- a deep musky odor. He licked his now sharp teeth. It was the smell of sex

In the recesses of his heart he was jealous of his teacher. She'd been with someone in such a way Ichigo could never imagine. A level of closeness to another person... Sure Ichigo had thoughts of sex. But they were vague. It was just the thought of being desired that really turned him on. But to make love with someone who loved him back... Ichigo had always wondered what that would feel like. He wondered if it would be a girl or a guy. Ichigo felt himself redden slightly as he thought of this topic again. Ichigo... didn't really know himself.

The class continued and ended like it always did and it was off to the next, and the next. Until it was finally the last class of the day. Biology. The class was assigned lab partners and given an experiment to do. The teacher announced it blandly while opening a card board box. He quickly shoved his hand inside and pulled out a beautiful white pigeon with strange neon blue eyes. It cooed softly taking in the class with fear. Its heart began to beat rapidly and each tiny avian beat hit Ichigo's ears like a drum, Ichigo gritted his teeth and winced, staring at the struggling bird.

"So, today we'll be doing an independent study and you'll each get your own pigeon. You will write a page of cornell notes on its behavior and biological functions while you have it at your desk. Tomorrow we'll be dissecting them."

The classroom suddenly stopped chattering. It was deathly quiet.

"…You mean… you're going to kill them?" A single student spoke aloud.

"Yes. Now I know most of you kids think that's cruel or despicable, but really, there's thousands of pigeons in the world kids. You are not obligated to participate in the dissection but take care to remember you have to make it up in lab clean-up work."

Ichigo stared horrified towards the white bird he held by the neck. Ichigo was furious. The very thought of killing a lot of animals for such a stupid uneeded purpose was so unfathomable. His lab partner slowly turned to stare at him as a choppy rumble grew in his throat.

"You're going to kill an entire box of pigeons?" Ichigo's voice was hard and startled a few students with its domination.

"Well, yes humanely. Wouldn't expect you to get so disturbed by something so trivial Kurosaki."

Some guys in the class laughed. The tough guy Ichigo making a one man PETA movement, was comical. Most people though were kind of on his side. Creeped out by the thought.

He scraped his hands slowly across his desk as he rose to his feet. His lab partned sitting next to him looked extremely nervous.

"Hey, I'm sorry, I don't think I heard a reason in there." He commanded lowly.

The room became a sepulcher.

"Kurosaki, this is not a crusade this is a classroom. Do your little tantrums in your own time. You're 19 grow up-"

Ichigo slammed his hands against the black glossy counter and the class jumped. What you might not know about the natural calls of tigers, is that they sound very vibrant, and very distinct. They churn and rummble and moan. But the sound Ichigo made was a short crisp roar of outrage.

"So... what, they just don't matter? They're alive, but they're really worth that little? How can you hold a living thing in your hand, and be able to say hey- It's ok to kill this? I don't understand people sometimes! You know, it's not even so much about the pigeons. I understand there's a lot of them. But what I am upset with, is your morals. The fact that you are choosing this course of action although we have the technology at this school to not have to do actual dissections. Meaning you just fucking want to. Even if a pigeon's a pigeon, if you're able to kill an entire box of them, and do it for the sheer enjoyment, that's disgusting. Do the electronic version of the dissection. Not only death free, but more informative than listening to you while mutilating the body of a pigeon will ever be."

After a few moments of silence, the instructor gave him this look and adjusted his glasses, "Ichigo... see me after class."

"...You wanna run that by me again, Pal?" The teen was practically screaming. He couldn't help but feel every fiber of his being explode with a desire for violence he'd never known.

"Wait in the hall." The man ordered.

Ichigo stood there towering over the classroom with his head cocked to the side staring at his belligerent disbelief. He was just going to walk out of there, leave for the day, not deal with this ass clown and take the zero for this one assignment. He had been trying to hold onto the last shred of his composure for about ten minutes before he heard something that made him break.

Help me.

He snapped his head up and glowered with fierce eyes at the man holding the bird. The tiny sob itself seemed to echo through the dead silent room as Ichigo breathed in slowly through his bared teeth. Churning growls were being expelled from his throat like the exhaust from a broken down car and all the students around him got the fuck out of their chairs and eased away. The bird flapped frantically now, battering it's wings against the frozen teacher's hand. It repeated the call at least 5 times.

Help me.

Help me.

Ichigo crouched.

Help me.

HELP ME. It screamed,

HELP ME!

Ichigo went away.

Seats and books went flying from the place where Ichigo was once standing. The class gave a collective cry of fear in the mass confusion. Ichigo was not standing in the same place he had been. The teen reappeared nimbly across the room crouched on the teacher's desk, with his face dead of any compassion. His movement was so fast most had not even registered it. The teacher included.

"Fuck!" the man cried out, jumping as he saw Ichigo now only five inches away.

"You have ten seconds to give me the bird before I leave a corpse behind your family and friends will not recognize at the morgue..."

The teacher's mouth quivered and he blinked about fifty times before shakily extending his hand and placing the bird, in Ichigo's now black one. The boy had strange stripe-like marking running down his arms that eventually ran to his black hands. The black hand closed gently around the pigeon's form and took the box too, placing the bird inside. During this action Ichigo never took his reflective amber eyes off the quivering man. The eyes were blank, and distant as though he had no idea what was even going on, yet they had enough grasp on the situation to retain a held a promise of unimaginably ruthless violence.

There was nothing but stillness.

Ichigo's movements were so fast that no one had figured out he had slammed the instructor's head into the white board behind him until their was a loud shock that jolted the students and a bloody splatter where it wasn't before- but this time there was no Ichigo. No one had realized he'd left out the open door before he was already down the hall. Papers swirled through the class room and the frightened students began to emerge from their hiding places. The teacher gasped and collided with the floor barely noticing that the box had magically disappeared along with the orange haired student and half of his own face. He turned around and stumbled over his desk, grabbing blindly at his walkie-talkie. He was wailing out in pain and shock. He shakily clicked the button and forced himself to squeeze out a sentence.

"Attendant VP, I n...ne...eed you to come to... class ...211… A student…K-Kurosaki Ichig-go...hu..hurt...me...help...help me."

And then he slid off his desk and collapsed onto the floor, the walkie talkie skittered out of his hand.

"...H-help me..."