AN: I know this chapter is even shorter than last time xD but the first two chapters were long just to set the story and all. Most of my chapters will be this length. First of all, thankyou so much to everyone who favourited/reviewed/subscribed! You people are truly amazing :D

Okay, I need a little bit of help. I'm not sure how to pace this story- so far, I'm writing about Rukia's first day. But my story will incorporate what happens in the whole school year, so how do you think I should pace it? Suggestions are welcome, just drop a review or something. Reviews are welcome, by the way :)

I'm sorry if this chapter isn't as enjoyable...but yeah, here you go

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach


I knew something was amiss the moment I stepped inside.

When I pushed the heavy classroom door, the first thing I caught sight of was the busty blonde from earlier, sat on the edge of the teacher's wooden desk, in what was clearly a provocative manner. I frowned a little, before hurrying to my seat as fast as I could in a safe corner. I didn't have to wait long; it was quite literally seconds before the rest of the class began filing in, chattering away about their weekend.

I remained stationary in my corner, hoping nobody would spot me- of course, my wish wasn't granted. Instead, all I got was whispers and funny looks; except for the boy with the ridiculous carrot hair from earlier who stalked right past me, frowning, before slouching in his seat at the back of the class. Unmistakably, the news about me being the sister of the owner of Kuchiki Corporations had spread like wildfire by now. The Math teacher, the strange silvery-haired guy from before, walked in, his eyes shut permanently, a wide grin on his face. How the heck could he expect to see?

Instead, he took his place at the desk, completely oblivious to the busty blonde perched on his desk- but after a few moments sorting out files and whatnot, he struck up a conversation with her.

"Ah, Rangiku!" He exclaimed, his tone cheery yet playful at the same time.

"Hiya Gin," she replied, smirking at him, pouting her lips slightly. "So, how was your weekend?"

"Well, it was good...although it would have been better if you'd been there too..."

I turned away from the conversation, not really listening, shaking my head at the same time, feeling slightly bemused. Why on earth was she flirting with the Math teacher? Weren't Math teachers supposed to be boring and nerdy, like me? That thought aside, I put my head down and worked through each of the problems swiftly, finishing at least 15 minutes before class ended. As was customary, I walked up to the desk which Rangiku was still perched on- before slapping my problems down onto the surface.

"Oh?" Gin- or should I say Gin-sensei- finally looked up from his conversation, regarding me with a slightly perplexed expression. It was hard to tell, with that euphoric- and slightly creepy- grin of his. "You're finished, then?"

No, then, I wanted to say. Instead I replied with a meek 'yes'. By now, the class's attention was on me. Probably wondering how the nerd girl managed to get all the questions finished with 15 minutes to go, a feat that surely wasn't normal around here.

Gin examined my paper for a few minutes, ticking with a red pen here and there, before sitting back, seemingly satisfied, holding my paper.

"My, my, you're quite the genius, aren't 'ya? Wouldn't expect any less from Byakuya Kuchiki's sister, either," he said, handing my paper back, which I clutched tightly before striding back to my seat as fast as I could, before burying my head in my arms and feigning sleep to block out the stares of my classmates. As soon as the bell rang, I was the first one out, hugely relieved to have escaped the musty confinements of the Math classroom.


Psychology, thankfully, was a normal class- except for the obviously covert looks Aizen-sensei kept shooting at the girls, especially, who weren't any better, with their gushing whispers about how hot he was. Hot? Creepy, more like. Even more so than Gin-sensei. After my break, I looked at my schedule, hiding a smile. I had English Literature next, a personal favourite of mine, as I loved reading books. Well, there'd been nothing else to do in my childhood, as Nii-sama had expressly forbidden me to play outside with the other kids. So I'd sat inside and immersed myself in Nee-sama's huge collection of books, and was by now familiar with most classic and contemporary works, be it plays or novels.

The class was nearly full by now; since I'd misjudged the time I had for break and was running almost 5 minutes late. I burst into the classroom, panting slightly, and glasses slightly askew; to much staring and muttering again. If this kept up, I'd become some sort of infamous celebrity around here. My teacher, a flamboyant-looking male with bright pink flowery robes peeked from beneath his straw hat. He swung his legs off the table, looking at me as though I was an adorable object.

"Ahh, you must be the new student, Rukia-chan!" He exclaimed in what was a badly disguised seductive purr.

"Um...yes," I muttered, not sure of what to say. He looked around the class for a moment, trying to find me a seat, before answering.

"Unfortunately, the only open seat is next to Ichigo Kurosaki over there," he said, pointing to an empty desk next to...The carrot-haired guy?!

He frowned slightly as I grudgingly made my way to the desk, plopping down onto the chair with a huge sigh before looking away from him, pulling out the copy of Othello we were supposed to be studying.

"You're new, huh," came a voice. It took me a moment to realise that the guy was talking to me. In the moment I'd been pulling out my textbook, he'd put on a pair of black-framed glasses, making him look like an orange-haired owl. I fought the urge to laugh, but instead adopted a poker face.

"What?" He asked, scowling, obviously noticing my poor attempt to disguise my laugh.

"No need to scowl," I muttered, feeling slightly annoyed. Well, there was no need for him to frown at me every time he looked at me, was there?

"I wasn't scowling," he muttered back, sounding exasperated. I hid a quick grin, for some unknown reason, I was enjoying it. I decide to infuriate him further.

"Yes you were, see how your eyebrows were knitted together?"

"What do my eyebrows have to do with this?" he replied, his tone incredulous. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

I shrugged. "I'm perfectly normal, th-"

"Alright, alright, settle down," the teacher, who I finally remembered was called Kyoraku-sensei. "Now, who can tell me how love is presented in Othello?"

The guy next to me, who I seem to remember was called Ichigo, put up his hand. I raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised.

"Shakespeare presents love as a destructive tool; in that it can be manipulated to destroy relationships rather than make them," he answered confidently, hinting that he was rather good at the subject.

"Very good, as always, Mr Kurosaki," Kyoraku-sensei replied approvingly.

"I wasn't expecting him to know that," I mumbled without realising.

"You weren't?" Ichigo answered, trying to conceal a smirk. "Well, sorry to disappoint 'ya then,"

"I didn't say anything!" I replied hotly. Why was this guy making me lose my temper all of a sudden? I wasn't really one to get angry easily; perhaps, being the sister of a fairly well-known guy automatically meant that getting on my bad side was not allowed. However, this guy had completely disregarded that and irritated me anyway.

"Says the midget," he muttered darkly.

That did it.

"You're the one with the stupid carrot hair!"

"What did you-"

"Yare, yare," Kyoraku-sensei called out, breaking up the almost imminent fight. "Stop bickering like an old married couple, would 'ya?"

"But we weren't-" I began, before being cut off. Kyoraku-sensei continued to smile at me knowingly.

"It's okay, Rukia-chan," he said gently. "Mr Kurosaki can be like that sometimes. But be careful,"

Careful? What was he talking about? It was then I realised that a lot of the girls were shooting envious looks at me, especially a purple-haired girl who was literally staring daggers at me. Remembering a scene from earlier, it had seemed that Ichigo was one of the popular guys. Well, it wasn't really my business, was it?

At that point, Kyoraku-sensei grabbed a bottle of what looked suspiciously like alcohol, much to the protests of his prim-and proper assistant, Nanao-sensei.

"Where did you get that from?" she demanded. "How many times have I told you you're not allowed to drink in class!"

"Nanaaaao-chan...don't be such a spoilsport... *hic*" he slurred, before falling asleep on the chair.

I spent the rest of the lesson texting everyone back home, but try as hard as I might, I couldn't get rid of the stares penetrating my gaze. What was it with girls over here? I decided the best idea would be to make a run for it and retreat to the library; surely nobody would find me there. As soon as I got up to leave, though, I was stopped by a voice.

"You're Rukia Kuchiki, right?" Ichigo asked. As if he didn't know already.

"Yeah," I mumbled.

"Ichigo Kurosaki," he answered. Wait...Kurosaki? The name rang a bell. Oh, hang on...

"Wait, do you know someone called Yuzu?" I asked, curious.

"Huh? Yeah, she's my sister," he answered. "How do you know her?"

"I met her this morning," I replied, unwilling to say anymore.

"Oh, cool. See ya, then," and with that, he walked off, a gaggle of giggling girls following him. I made a mental note to stay as far away from him as possible.


What did you think of the meeting between Ichigo and Rukia? Yeah, I think Ichigo was a little too nice. But I think he deserved it this time round ;)

Who do you think the purple haired girl (who was 'glaring daggers') was? Oops, I think I gave it away...

Next chapter: Rukia meets her roomies! (And more) free chocolate to whoever can guess both the purple haired girl's name and Rukia's roomies ;D