Ichigo's POV
It was lunch time. I sat on the roof top of the school. My friends were sitting around me, talking about different things, and I just remained silent. I didn't want to talk with them right now, I had too much on my mind.
Monday's detention was… strange. Yet yesterday's was completely normal. I mean, besides the excess math homework. I had only been sitting there. Shirosaki-sensei didn't ask me to get up, he didn't tell me to clean anything, and he just said to do my work. If Tuesday was so normal, then was Monday a hallucination? If so, then why the hell did I hallucinate something like that?
Something hit my nose and sent my head back into the wall. Immediately my hands covered the lower half of my face while I glared at the thing that disturbed my thinking.
It was Renji. He'd hit me in the nose with his palm.
"The hell do you think you're doing?" I shouted at him.
"Waking you up; the bell rung and you didn't even budge!" Renji returned.
I stood. "Sorry. I was thinking about something…"
I could see Grimmjow's grin grow as he spoke, "Does this have to do with your new crush?"
Before I could reply, Rukia cut in. "Oh? Ichigo's got a crush!? Who? Who?"
"I do not!"
"You do too!" Grimmjow insisted. "I've seen the way you look at him! Your cheeks turn pink and you try to hide your blush whenever he looks at you!"
"Shut up!" I hissed.
"It's a he?" Rukia piped up again. By now we had actually made it back inside the building. Luckily we were late and most of the other students had gone to class. I hated being late, but at least no one would hear this stupid conversation.
"I said shut up! I'm not crushing on anyone!"
"We'll continue this later." Grimmjow chuckled as he ran off. Rukia winked at me before doing the same. I groaned and went to my locker, hearing that second bell ring perfectly clear this time.
"So, who is it?" I forgot about Renji.
"Who's who?"
"Your crush."
"I don't have one!" I slammed my locker shut, my books and binder tucked beneath my arm, and marched towards class.
Renji followed. "Grimmjow's always right about these things. I know you have a crush, now spill."
"Renji I swear to god if you don't shut up right here and now I will cram this book down your throat!"
"Geez! Calm down Kurosaki! Fuck-"
"Abarai, Kurosaki, I will have none of this in my classroom!"
SHIT. Of all the classes to have next, of all the times to get caught arguing with Renji, why the fuck did it have to be Shirosaki-sensei's class!? "Sorry sensei," Renji and I both mumbled.
"Apology accepted." Shirosaki-sensei replied. My vision suddenly focused in on his lips, and how they were so obviously hiding a grin. "Abarai, you and Kurosaki will join me at lunch tomorrow and Friday. You will both be writing apologies to each other and to the class. You will read your apology to the class on Friday, so it's best you be done writing it before then."
Great. I'll kill Renji for this later. I caught Shirosaki-sensei staring at me. His eyes were laced with venom, sinful and addictive venom. I asked slowly, "Is there anything else, sensei?"
"Yes," he really grinned this time. "Ichigo, starting today, you will stay after school for two hours."
"For how many days?"
"That depends on you." As he turned I swear I saw him wink at me.
Shiro's POV
It wasn't long before I grew bored of this class. It was only thirty minutes in. I managed to wait another hour, but by then I was really bored. Usually I was happy just watching Ichigo do his work, but even something as invigorating as that gets old.
It was then I heard a muffled stomp. It was too quiet for anyone else to ear, but I recognized it as hand to shoulder contact. I glanced up, looking overtop the thin, fake spectacles I was wearing. I grinned as I saw Ichigo place his hand back down to his work and Abarai peering over him.
I was supposed to stop students from cheating, but I also knew just how hot headed these two could be.
"Lemme look," Abarai demanded of Ichigo.
The teen sighed then shook his head. What an obedient little student you are, Ichigo. "You aren't going to cheat off of me," he replied. I could see Abarai's scowl. "Go ask someone else."
"But I don't know anyone else good enough that they'd let me." I watched Abarai lean towards Ichigo again and I knew this was about to get good.
Ichigo put his palm to Abarai's face, pushing him away. I could almost smell the anger radiating off of him, the smell of thick rage pouring out of the bite mark I left on Ichigo's neck.
"Geez, Kurosaki, you could've just said no!" Abarai shouted, catching the attention of everyone in the room.
"I did! If you don't want to listen then that's your problem!" Ichigo returned, now standing. I'll admit he did have a point.
Abarai stood and put his face in Ichigo's. He said nothing. He smiled and gave Ichigo a gentle shove. Renji turned to pack up his things. With his back to Ichigo, I watched with great amusement as Ichigo balled his palm into a fist and brought it down on the back of Abarai's head.
"Class dismissed," I shouted as I stood, deciding this had gone too far for a normal teacher to ignore. "Class dismissed, for everyone but Kurosaki," I said, adding the second bit as a reminder to the fuming orangette. I remained standing and so did he. Ichigo stood in the middle of the room, back hunched forward as if he was about to attack me, but his face was blank.
By the time the bell had actually rung, Ichigo had seated himself and everyone had left.
I made my way to the door, closing and locking it before turning to face Ichigo. "You have two hours to sit and think about what you've done. After that demonstration in class…" I let the grin slip onto my lips. "…you only have today and tomorrow to spend with me."
Ichigo's POV
I was unsettled by what Shirosaki-sensei had said. I only have today and tomorrow… What did he mean by that? I thought for sure I'd be stuck in here for the rest on the month, but…
I heard a clatter, the blinds. I looked up to see Shirosaki-sensei closing the last one. An odd darkness spread from corner to corner. The shadows danced across the floor and swirled over the walls. I gulped, feeling uneasy with my surroundings, yet some part inside me felt more comfortable in the dark.
"Look here, Ichigo."
I slowly looked up. By now my fingers were trembling, and my head felt numb. How did Shirosaki-sensei end up beside me? How could someone move so quickly without making a single sound?
"Tell me, do you believe in monsters?"
I blinked. I was shocked, scared at what he'd asked me.
His grin revealed white and sharp teeth. His eyes glowed mysteriously in the shadows. The black blended with the darkness, yet the gold seemed to swirl, spiral even. He leaned in close. I felt his breath on my cheek as he whispered, "Do you believe in monsters, Ichi? Answer the question."
"N-No…" I replied, quietly. I mentally kicked myself for sounding so… vulnerable.
"Hmm… but you should, you know… otherwise that leaves you wide open."
I shuddered as his tongue curved around the shell of my ear. "W-What do you mean?"
"Do you know what happens when a vampire feeds off of a human? More than once, let's say the human doesn't die the first time."
I finally noticed that he'd backed me into a corner. I tried to slip free, but his entire body had mine pinned to a chair. I looked away, giving his eyes zero access to my own. "I don't know what happens because fairy tale things like vampires don't exist."
"They don't exist?" Shirosaki-sensei laughed. "How nonchalant of you, Ichigo. I assure you that vampires are very much real." I felt his teeth scrape my neck and involuntarily gasped. "And as for that earlier question… you're about to find out the answer."
His fangs sunk into my neck.
