Hey! I'm back again with another chapter! Let's hope I can keep this up shall we? :) By the way, a shout out to ArzanianJoy, thanks for the correction, and this story was inspired by a story of TealEyedBeing's (who I find a very awesome author), that she sadly, removed for the whole Fanfiction "cleansing" that took place. But anyway, I really liked the idea of the story and was inspired to write my own. I am trying to make it as original as possible for all our sakes, and I promise (to all) to live up to that goal and not be a hopeless copier or something as such. I actually plan for a lot of different things to happen, including drama, romance, humor, and some pure prep-kid butt whooping! XD This chapter is going to be an example of this, but enough talk, for I've already said too much. Let the chaos, begin! X3
Enjoy!
"Speech"
'Thought'
Chapter 2
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Normal P.O.V.
Lunch had ended quickly, much to everyone's disappointment, especially Ichigo, he kinda hated to admit it, but the albino was already growing on him, and fast. There was something about the others quick wit and laid-back attitude that he really liked. 'And it doesn't help that his legs and hips look damn good in that skir- AHHHRRRGGG! WHAT IS WITH YOU, YOU SICK BASTARD I HAVE FOR A MIND! YOU ONLY JUST MET HIM AND YOU'RE FANTISISING ABOUT HIM! I THOUGHT I WAS DIFFERENT FROM ALL THE OTHER GUYS DAMN IT!' Poor, poor Ichigo, he was so confused… And aggravated.
The next two periods were… Interesting, to say the least, it seemed that the last teacher of the day, Ms. Matsumoto, had taken a bit of a liking to the new student. She had actually called the albino up to the desk and they ended up talking like a pair of excited teenagers (which one was) for good half an hour through class. Though in a way it wasn't surprising, she did work part time as a school counselor.
Soon enough, the bell rang, signaling the end of school. Ichigo gathered his things and was about to leave when he heard his teacher call him aside. He let out a sigh and made a move to walk back to the orange haired woman when someone grabbed his shoulder. He turned and found Shiro behind him, grinning.
"Thanks for invitin' me to sit with ya' friends Ichi, I really appreciated it." He said cheerfully.
"N-no problem, Shiro." He said with a slight blush at his stutter. 'God damn it.'
The crossdresser just smirked, then left with a wink and a sway of hips out the door.
The strawberry had to take a few moments to snap his mind back into place before it ran off with it's self again. With another sigh and a shake of his head, he once again turned to his teacher, and asked what she had wanted.
"I just wanted to thank you for befriending Shiro as well, Ichigo. You really made him feel welcomed today." Ms. Matsumoto smiled.
"Eh? No problem, It was noth-" He began but was cut off by his teacher abruptly.
"Don't you daresay that it was nothing Ichigo, I had heard of the reactions many students had toward Shirosaki's attire, and you chose to be a better person then them. It makes me very happy to see someone accept someone else for who they are so easily. Trust me, it had taken a lot from me and a couple other teachers to get him in here with what he wears, sometimes I really dislike the school board." She whispered under her breath, "But he's a good kid. I should know." She said seriously before becoming cheerful again. "Now you may leave, and I'll see you tomorrow Ichigo!"
The orangette nodded dumbly before leaving. 'That was weird… Ah well, I gotta get home before goat-chin chews me out again.' He thought before deciding to make a stop at his locker to grab a few things. He rounded a corner and stopped in his tracks.
'Oh no.'
And then.
"Holy shit."
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Shiro P.O.V.
I was surrounded, and I sure as hell didn't like being surrounded. Especially by a group of homophobic retards. It's times like this where I wished I had a can of mace on me, just to save me the trouble of beating the shit out of 'em. Here I was, cheerfully heading to my locker after my first day of a new school. Contemplating the orangette boy who had quickly captured my interest, when all of a sudden I felt that damn ominous feeling that traveled up my spine, I always had it before someone decided they had the balls to mess with me. Ah well, I guessed they'd learn soon enough that I, Zangetsu Shirosaki, am not an individual you want to fuck with. 'Well, not in that way.' I snickered on the inside but kept my outward appearance cautious.
"Aww, is the little faggot scared?" The leader, the same guy I had dogged on for calling me that in class, sneered.
"Fuck you, bitch." I snarled.
"He's a feisty one ain't he?" Another said, to whom I snapped my gaze to, before I gave him my signature psychotic grin.
"Oh you don't know the half of it, hun." I sneered back. I had purposefully dropped my laid back accent, showing just how annoyed I was.
The leader chuckled, "I kinda like you, to bad you're a fag. Otherwise I'd probably ask you to join us."
I narrowed my eyes at him menacingly, which probably made my grin more terrifying than it already was. "And what makes you think I would want to join your half-assed gang anyway Mister Big and Ugly."
The asshole laughed again, "It doesn't matter. You're done for anyway fag." With that, they began to close in on me. 'Can' have tha' now can we?' I thought.
I quickly brought my foot up, then the other, not taking my eyes off the neanderthals as I removed my stilettos. They were Carlos Santana's, the hell I was ruinin' 'em. Maybe next time if I was wearin' a cheap pair I'd use 'em to my advantage, but not these. 'Defiantly not these.'
I took my typical fighting stance. I wasn't a black belt in karate and Jr. black belt in Tae Kwan Do for nothin'.
Another one laughed, 'What the hell's so funny?'
"So the little fag thinks she can fight huh?" He teased, smirking.
"I wouldn't underestimate yer opponent if I were you." With that, I leaped forward, as quick as lightning, slamming my foot in his face before I pivoted and knocked another's feet out from underneath with a sweep kick. 'Hell yeah.' I smirked as I once again took my stance, facing the other three with a smug smirk as they stood there gaping.
"By the way, never call me woman."
They lunged.
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Ichigo Kurosaki wasn't one to sit and watch a fight unfold without assisting the outnumbered party. (Unless it was a gang fight.)
He didn't even get the chance to assist.
All he could do is watch, frozen, as Shirosaki pummeled a group of wanna-be gang members to the ground.
"Holy shit."
Shirosaki turned to him as the last one fell to the pain of getting there groin kicked in, surprised to hear an extra person witnessing his fight. That is, until he realized who it was with a smirk. "Yo Ichi!" He casually greeted, as if the orangette hadn't just witnessed him kick five thugs' ass.
The orangette was still stunned for a moment before seeing movement behind the albino, one of the attackers had gotten up and made a move towards the albino.
He had a switch blade.
Ichigo panicked.
"Look out Shiro!" He lunged forward without thinking, leaving the crossdresser shocked as he grabbed hold of him. He then used his body to stop the blade from piercing the albino, leaving the orangette to get a cut on his upper arm as he slammed his fist into the guy's face, effectively knocking the bastard out.
Ichigo grimaced as he felt blood seep from the wound; the fucker had nicked him pretty good.
"Oh my god! Are you alright?" Shiro gasped and made a move to see the wound after his brain caught up with the situation.
It was then Ichigo realized he had his other arm wrapped around Shirosaki tightly. He quickly let go and backed away. "It's fine! Just a scratch-goddamnit!" He cut himself off with a hiss; he had grabbed his injured arm, trying to block it from the albino's sight when blood seeped through his fingers, making the wound sting horribly with the sudden grip.
"Here, lemme see!" The crossdresser exclaimed, pulling the other's arm away to see the gash in the other's right arm. "Shit, it's pretty deep." Shiro cursed, "Hold on." He grabbed hold of the end of his skirt and ripped off a good band, leaving the other stunned and blushing at the now mid-thigh skirt. Though the albino didn't seem to notice, too concerned for the orangette's wound. He pressed it to the cut and tied it off. "Keep pressure on it, it's gonna have to do until we can get to my place. 'Cuz I don't think the school nurse is still here." He grabbed his shoes and began to tug the other along when Ichigo stopped.
"Whoa! Hold on a sec! I'm fine! I just gotta run home and-" He was cut off.
"There's no way I'm lettin' ya walk home with that! Are you crazy Ichi? It could get worse! My dad's already outside in our car and my place is pretty close! Just let me take you with us and we can patch ya' up! He knows how to treat wounds!"
Ichigo sighed, he could tell there was no arguing with the albino. "Fine." He let the other tug him outside and into the silver Hyundai Sonata parked in front.
"Shiro? Who's this? …And why is your skirt ripped?" A deep voice asked in the driver seat as the orange head climbed into the back, concerned. He looked up to meet dark brown eyes, blocked by a pair of orange shades. Wavy, dark brown hair met square, broad shoulders in a messy heap. The man's unshaven face accented his strong jaw.
"This is a friend of mine who helped me in a fight Dad." The albino said as he climbed into the back to accompany the orange head. "Dad, Ichigo. Ichigo, Dad."
"Pleasure to meet you sir, I'd, uh, shake your hand but-" Ichigo was once again cut off, "But he needs his arm stitched up, a guy nicked him with a blade, damn cheatin' bastard." Ichigo glared, he could have said so himself damn it!
The brunette's eyes widened before he rushed to start up the car, "Why didn't you just say so?" He said as he sped off towards there home.
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When they made it to a quaint little house on a corner, they stopped and parked in the drive way. Ichigo gripped his arm tightly as he clambered out of the car. Shiro's father quickly ran up to the door and ushered the two teens inside. The inside was simple, the living room and kitchen connected by the dining room and a bar that was up against the sink. There was a hall and a staircase that lead to what Ichigo assumed to be the basement.
"Please, have a seat at the table and I'll go grab some supplies." The strawberry's thought were interrupted by the dark haired man. He quickly nodded and moved to the table.
"Ya' hungry?" Shiro inquired as headed to the fridge.
"Um, no thank you. I'm fine." The orange head didn't want to burden them any further.
"It's alright Ichigo," Shiro's dad called from the hall, "It'll take me a bit to stitch up your wound depending upon how bad it is, so you might as well stay for dinner." He then emerged with an emergency kit in hand.
"Umm, okay then sir. Just, uh, let me call my family so they don't worry." Ichigo said as he reached into his pocket to get out his cell phone.
The man chuckled, "Of course Ichigo, and please, call me Zangetsu, sir makes me feel like an old man." He said with a smile. Ignoring his son's playful jab of "Tha's 'cuz ya are, Ol' Man."
Ichigo nodded, having already dialed his home phone number and was waiting for his dad to pick up. Sure enough a loud shout of "WHERE ARE YOU MY DARLING SON? DADDY'S SO WORRIED!" The orangette cringed and pulled the phone away from his ear, only too shout back, "I'M FINE OLD MAN CALM DOWN! I'm at a friend's place and they want me to stay for dinner! And before you ask yes I got into another fight and I'm over here to take care of my wounds okay!" He vaguely registered the albino boy snickering before his dad responded, "OKAY SON! MAKE SURE TO PICK ME UP SOME OF THOSE SUGAR COOKIES URAHARA'S SHOP BEFORE YOU GET BACK! DADDY-LOVES-YOU-BYE!" He then hung up, clearly ignoring his son's splutter of "Wait what?" Ichigo growled and shut his phone with a "Whatever, crazy old goat."
Zangetsu chuckled again as he brought a chair over to where the other was sitting, then pulled out his supplies. "Your father sounds… Eccentric." He stated, obviously amused.
Shiro snorted from the kitchen, "More like fuckin' insane."
"Shiro." The dark haired man warned.
"It's alright, that's basically what he is." Ichigo explained, "You should see half the things he tries to do on a regular basis. Me and my little sister, Karin, try to beat some sense into him every day but nothing seems to work."
Shirosaki threw his head back with a cackle, making Zangetsu shake his exasperatedly as he cleaned Ichigo's wound. The boy didn't even flinch, used to treating himself and others treating him.
"You seem to have a high tolerance to pain Ichigo, have you gotten into a lot of fights before?" Zangetsu asked slightly concerned as he pulled out a needle and thread.
"I've… Gotten into quite a few, for my hair and who I hang out with… But it's okay, I'm used to it."
Zangetsu was about to say something when he was cut off.
"No one should eva' have ta get used ta that."
They turned to see Shiro leaning on the counter close to the table.
"S'not right fer anyone ta get pushed 'round fer what they look like 'r who there friends wit'. People who do that disgust me." The albino sneered, losing his accent for emphasis. He despised discriminative people.
They stared for a few seconds before Zangetsu nodded curtly, going back to work on sewing up the teen's arm.
"He's right, Ichigo."
Ichigo cringed a little, but nodded solemnly to the statement, when he felt the needle pierce his skin and didn't move. Instead he focused his gaze to the albino who had also gone back to work, pulling ingredients from the fridge and a pot and a pan from the cabinets.
In the end he had a total of five stitches, not that bad for it could have been even worse. Zangetsu had just finished putting ointment on and was wrapping it in gauze when a voice was heard from the hall.
"Dad? Shiro-nii?"
They turned, a boy in a black hoody and baggy black cargo pants entered the room with a yawn and rubbed his right eye, as if he just woke up. He looked about fifteen or sixteen, with shaggy brown hair much like Zangetsu and icy blue eyes that widened upon seeing a third occupant in the house.
"Guys, whose this?' A pause, "…Did Shiro-nii finally get a boyfriend?"
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MWHAHAHAHA! Cliffy! (Not really,) Sorry, felt like a good place to stop. Whew, I made this one a lot longer! Over 2,600 words! I feel so proud of myself! :D Happy belated 4th for those in America reading this! Almost wasn't a happy one for me… Some idiot shot a firework into a powerline while I was in the middle of writing this! D: And I hadn't saved for a while! Thank god for Document Recovery! :D I didn't know we had it on this computer so when the screen went black I virtually died on the inside. I was like, "NOOOOOOOOOOO!" *Head keyboard*
*Hugs monitor* But it loves me and it brought it back! I'm never calling this computer a dinosaur again! :D
Well, hope you enjoyed, and thanks for all the reviews on the last chapter!
*Gin waves* Bye bye! X3
