DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN BLEACH.
YAY! This was nothing as expected! Guardian Angel has been...likely the hit to UlquiRuki...Next to Butterfly. XD I'll be focusing on this one – this may go up to CH. 10-12. I've planned it. If I can, or if I'm in the mood, I'll try to update chapter 2 of "Equilibrium of Life", since inspiration really came out of that, too. Almost got CH. 2 of it 1/5 done. XP
Warning: fluff. I think this story's full of it, and I've been wanting some angst. Eh, that'll ruin my plans. I just want the characters to get tortured, somehow. Drama and Hurt, maybe? :)
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The Senbonzakura class was not as Rukia expected, or at least not what she expected from the school.
Students were throwing papers and bags at each other, others were making out in a corner, and most of the students were using the tables as shields from a rampaging student.
"Argh! Kurosaki, make sure you run for your life when I get a hold of these three!" A rampaging girl threatened. Obviously, her style of lifestyle is tomboyish, with her actions, talk and clothing.
A boy mopped with orange fur retorted, "Kill me or what, you ain't gonna catch me tonight!"
"Then I'll do it now!!!" She roared, slipping out of her classmates grips. "Arisawa Tatsuki!" Yoruichi shouted, lowering the class rumble and noise to point 0. "Stop it!"
"Y-Yoruichi-San!" She gaped, lowering her foot out of 'Carrot-Top hair dude's head' range.
"Kurosaki Ichigo, Arisawa Tatsuki," Yoruichi called out one-by-one, her voice rising. "You three," She pointed to the three people who were holding out Tatsuki. "Madarame Ikkaku, Ayasegawa Yumichika, Abarai Renji,"
The five people who were called slowly responded in chorus, "Yes, president-San?"
"Come with me to Hitsugaya-sensei's office. No complaints, retorts, or rampaging-" Yoruichi eyed Tatsuki. "-Whilst discussing in the office. All of you sit down this instant!"
And with a blink of an eye, the whole class had sat down to their respective seats in a proper position. It was the thought that Rukia had expected from them.
Yoruichi grinned, "That's better!" She pulled Rukia by the shoulders, putting her in front of the tall woman.
"Troops, this is Kuchiki Rukia, our new crew mate!" Yoruichi introduced, still grinning.
The males of the class grinned, happy to see another female classmate. Some of the females felt sorry for Rukia for entering the wrong class, while the others were eyeballing Rukia. Chizuru was the first to greet, "Hey there, sweetie! I'm Chizuru," Chizuru walked closer to Rukia, Yoruichi narrowing her eyes at the lesbian. "You can call me...honey..." She whispered seductively to Rukia's ear, her breath tickling Rukia's skin.
"Chizuru! What did I tell you about talking like that?!" Yoruichi scolded.
Chizuru was a redhead known as the class lesbian. She practically jumps on every straight woman in school. She always plays her tricks on Inoue Orihime because of her large breasts.
"Sorry! I just got excited!" She winked at her.
Yoruichi sighed. "Anyone want to greet her?" Rukia lay her head low, eventually glancing a few times at her classmates. "Okie-dokie."
"Uh...where do I...?" She stammered. Yoruichi perked up, searching for a free seat for her in the room. "There," She pointed to a seat located in the corner of the classroom. Good. At least most of the class won't be paying attention to me.
"Thanks." She walked quickly to the seat. It felt comfortable, being in a corner. Though, it was eerie. Rukia couldn't explain it.
Her seat was on the left side of a tall, slim boy. He had pale skin and emerald eyes – They're so familiar... - and black hair. He seemed to be paying attention directly at Yoruichi and Hitsugaya-sensei, when he came in. On her front was a muscular, teal-haired boy. He seemed to be the gang type – always the one leading fights, etc. Rukia noticed he was looking at her with mysteriousness.
Happy, a girl with pale yellow hair sat diagonally at Rukia. She couldn't identify her appearance, but she seemed to be calm and preserved.
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Rukia's feet hasted towards the gate. She had been so anxious to go home, since the day was pretty much rough. "Stupid me," She huffed, her walking speed increasing, but she still wasn't running.
The only 'friend', or more of 'acquaintance' she had was Yoruichi, being outspoken and friendly and soft and all that, which was good news. She didn't want to make friends...at least, not yet. She was still in the phase where she was trying to get used to the school's routine – subject schedule (without the use of her notes), so she can adjust her lifestyle for the better, and then go with the social things.
Besides her craving to get home, she was feeling uncomfortable and...scared, as if someone was following her.
"A Kuchiki must never be afraid," A voice spoke. It was spoken in an amused way, a feeling so close to Rukia, nevertheless she didn't understand. A musical tinge – comparable to an organ, sending an eerie vibe, though as well as mystery and comfort.
Rukia slowly turned. She was surprised to see it was the stoic, almost emotionless boy from her class. "Oh," He began again, giving Rukia a faint smile. "Sorry to frighten you. I'm-"
"Ulquiorra Schiffer," Rukia immediately answered, signaling that he already introduced himself.
"I don't remember introducing myself," Ulquiorra's brows furrowed slightly. Rukia blushed in slight embarrassment. "S-sorry to interrupt. I heard someone call you..." She bit her lip. Stupid me!
"Oh." Ulquiorra smiled a little, albeit it wasn't full. An eerie silence passed for a long moment, and Ulquiorra walked towards Rukia.
Rukia looked up, the tint of cherry-pink still visible. "Eh...Ulquiorra-san..."
"You forgot this," He held up a book. "El Galante". "M-my-"
Ulquiorra quickly grabbed her hand. It was quick, with force, yet Rukia had felt it as careful and light, as if Ulquiorra was afraid to damage her – a fragile, precious treasure. He put the small pocketbook on her hand.
He lowered his head to meet Rukia, eye-level. "You left it during lunch. Yoruichi told me to give this to you."
Rukia stared at the book, then her gaze shifted to the slim boy before her. "Thank you very much."
"Welcome." He smiled. It wasn't one of those smiles he gave her awhile ago – faint, small – it was a smile so big, a grin. It wasn't filled with mystery and sadness, but comfort and content.
Ulquiorra left, heading back to the school. Rukia watched his retreating figure with longing and surprise.
...Why had he acted like that?
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and so! Watch out for chapter 4!!!
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