I know the update is a bit late, but it is the usual time for me (even faster) to update a story (I have said in the second chapter, haven't I? I updated a story a chapter a month). Not to add that Christmas and New Year is coming so I got about 2 weeks holiday with haven been filled with schedule. So, sowie for the long update! Oh, and was it too late for a students in Ichigo's age learning albino? Since I already learned it in my class and I'm younger than Ichigo :P Oh, yes, and the latest review from Hollow Ichigo-Ichigo reminds me, there'll be no lemon stuff, folks! Not even lime will be (if there're i would've put it in T section from the start). So i'll crush your dream first for that kind of thingy, okay? :9 *get stabbed* Don't worry, there are still incest if you want it so badly xD

Summary: He hope that nothing will happen today, but... why is she getting fuming mad all so sudden? How did she know about him? Why did she cry?

Disclaimer: Tite Kubo owns Bleach. I own this story. Hichigo (sadly) still being owned by Tite Kubo.

Btw, I don't mean to offend anyone who made the 'Hichigo' name. Thankfully 'Hichigo' is pretty fit for something I have prepared for the latter chappie~

Okay, today was a complete shit.

Seriously, he was trapped, paralyzed moreover, in his own mind with the capturer self-claimed himself as his long-lost brother namely Kurosaki Hichigo who kissed him for hell's sake. Not to add he got his name play-twisted with a so-unneeded 'H' in front'. What's that 'H' stands for anyway; Hollow? Someone needs to be more creative if he really wanted to play-twisted his name, or even, to made him believe that he was his twin with that name.

And then, woke up in the middle of nowhere (actually he woke up in Urahara's house) and met an ate-wrong-drugs Rukia who hugged him abruptly, and seemed to mistaken him from someone? Was being an orange-head still can made someone mistaken you for others? Nevertheless, he was shocked anyway; that girl did have breasts.

And right now, he was stuck in the middle of the class, watching the full-with-illegible sentences white board written by the old and male Biology teacher which he despised for his slow movement and incomprehensible voice. He knew that it was because of aging, but still… he should retire now, really. It's for his own sake, too.

He, too, was being glared at by the entire students in the class, thanks to damn Kon being so horny with the girls around; peeping the woman toilet is still acceptable, but stealing their underwears in P.E. class was, by moral value goes in high school, very not acceptable.

Well, thanks to Orihime and Tatsuki, and to the boys, Mizuiro, Keigo, Chad, and surprisingly, Ishida, too, assured the teachers that it was not Ichigo who was the Peeping Tom, and told them that the peeper was, by any chance, someone who happened to look-like him.

And… Thanks for being an orange-head, once again, it was of course very not believable, so Rukia last-resorted for the using of Soul Society weird mind-changer item, resulting of ALL students in the school thus knowing, albeit false, that Kurosaki Ichigo was a pervert playboy who dated with 5 girls a time (first would be Orihime, second was Tatsuki, and then Rukia –again-, Chizuru whose name came out of nowhere, and lastly Rangiku-san –seriously, her, too, came out of nowhere and actually Mizuiro would be more fitting for her rather than Ichigo.)

So, now he was glared because of being a playboy.

Well, not that he cared anyway (or else he would've dyed his hair from long time ago), since it was only a rumor which will fade as time goes by.

But, it's still sucks since he still trapped in this boring class, for the rest of the day.

Ichigo sighed a little before looking down at the Biology book in front of him, flipping its page to the next chapter as he paid no interest to the subject given in front by the old teacher.

He just flipped the pages in bore when suddenly his eyes caught something interesting.

His hand halts from flipping to the next pages when he saw a picture in the book which was showing a girl with a pure white hair and pure white skin.

Just like 'his'.

Ichigo then narrowed his eyes to the title below the picture, and it said 'albino'.

'One's lack of melanin pigments in either eyes, skin, or hair which resulting of unusual eye, skin or hair color of white,' the substitute Shinigami read the very first paragraph, descripting the albinism.

'So, he was infected with this so-called albino?' the redhead thought to himself while he rested his chin onto the plain colored desk below.

'Wait.' He quickly brought back to his usual seat position and looked at his book again, arms crossed. 'The book says that it affects either eye, skin, or hair, which means it's usually will only affect one of those, but his was… everything was white… Well, 'cept for his eyes though. Man, that's one creepy kind of sclera he got there.'

He sighed again, placing both hands clasped together behind his head and stretched it, 'Must be hard for him when he was still living.'

At first he didn't notice it, going back to reading the book to before suddenly both eyes cracked wide open when he noticed something odd.

'What the—when he was still living!? Wha-what was I thinking before!?'

How can he just think so easily like it came out from the back of his mind that he was once live?

He was silence for a moment, before letting out a weary sigh from his dry mouth (the battle yesterday exhausted him, and he hadn't got any water to drink either since that night. Damn Kon for not bringing his water bottle to school.)

'Everything is all crazy, just because of that boy…,'

The redhead rubbed his always-spiky hair although it should have been messed up when he was sleeping that morning. He's already stressed enough for the past 2 days with the current hectic condition. He just could only hope for there would be nothing more problems to come in the future.

Too bad he was wrong when a certain black-haired girl kept looking at him all the time that day.

"IIICHIIIII…

GOOOOOO!!!!"

"Good afternoon, Keigo." Ichigo said nonchalantly as he raised his hand and clenched it into a fist, successfully hitting the flying always-overly-energetic brunette on the face, making the poor boy screamed and cried in pain, pinching his nose to stop the bleeding inside.

Oh, how Ichigo felt so nostalgic between his autistic friend and his mad father. Those 2 words didn't differ so much, did they?

While he just saw the brunette kept wriggling on the floor like a dying fish, the other friend of his, Mizuiro the petite boy reached him, also not caring about what happened to the brunette as he asked Ichigo, "Hey, Ichigo, mind if you go to Keigo's house? He has a new fighting game I wanted to try, and I don't want him to win over me all the time." Mizuiro gave a nervous laugh knowing that his friend was an expert on this thing.

The redhead was mute for mere seconds, giving a blank stare to the boy although not recognized by him before finally his mouth cracked to a wide grin.

"Fine, I don't have anything to do at home, anyway."

"Waaah. That's good! Chad doesn't want to come, so I though you wouldn't either. But I'm glad I asked!"

As the boys continued their chitter-chattering before finally took their schoolbag, a certain orange-haired girl stared at them unknown to anyone except for her girl friend that stood beside her. Her hand reached to the black haired girl's skirt, gripping it tightly as she did so.

"Tatsuki-chan…," Orihime stopped her voice when he saw the trio left the nearly empty class, a smile still hanging on Ichigo's lip when they left. "What happens to Kurosaki-kun?"

Tatsuki didn't say anything, although her eyebrow wrinkled, making a frown, and how her face was showing a concerned look, before she took a step ahead.

"Orihime, you stay here, okay? I promise I'll get back after I had talked to Ichigo." The girl gave Orihime a brief reply and quickly rushed forward outside the class, leaving the orange-haired alone who was slightly shocked by this.

"Tatsuki-chan!!" Orihime rose up on his feet, her palms banged onto the wooden desk below because of the sudden shock of her friend's strange demeanor. "Tatsuki-chan! Tatsuki-chan! Wh-what happened!? Why don't you just tell me--,"

The girl quickly followed the other who had been running ahead of her about meters away, after receiving no reply from Tatsuki. A confused look still plastered on her face and though she knew so well she was no match in terms of sprint to the black-haired runner up, she tried to follow her although Tatsuki already was far away. Now the class was empty, except for one boy and one girl who were still sitting idly in silence, watching the whole scenes while didn't make any comments about it.

Rukia sighed a little before leaving her seat and put her small blue bag with a pink bunny pin strapped on it on the desk, zipping it open before she took a white hand phone out of the bag. The raven haired Shinigami then pushed the down button on the key pad, keeping her stances as she searched for Urahara's name on the contact list, before she suddenly gasped a little in shock when a hand touched her tiny shoulder.

She quickly tilted her head, only to found another black-haired boy standing behind her. It was the Quincy, Ishida Uryuu.

"Kuchiki-san, I want to ask you about something." He adjusted his glass with his index finger, making the shaft of light reflected the white glasses, hiding his vivid blue eyes in a void of light.

Rukia didn't like the looks of it ever so slightly.

"What is it?" though the voice of said girl remain unchanged.

"It's about… Kurosaki, concerning his, well…, strange reiatsu."

Outside of the school building, the trio was heading to exit the rusty main gate of Karakura High. The school was already empty although voice of music band practicing inside the school still could be heard even outside the building.

The three of them were chatting idly, sometimes followed by a giggling fit of the three boys. They're all smiling and laughing, a happy normal teenagers like one would find in any other schools or even towns.

But were they? More accurately, was he? Yes, maybe his friends didn't find anything strange about him, who was laughing, grinning, smiling all the way in their walk to the outside. Well, it's not like he himself realized that there was something different in him.

Their movement was turned into a halt when they heard a faint voice –a feminine one- calling out the redhead's name.

The three boys tilted their head, finding a running Tatsuki with sweat, although it's hard to seen, pouring down in all her face.

"Ichigo… Ichigo…!!" her voice was dry when she called his name.

"Tatsuki?" the redhead gave a confused look when the black-haired girl stopped in front of him, taking some time to regained her breath as she inhaled and exhaled hastily.

"What happe—waah!!"

The substitute Shinigami let out a small shriek when Tatsuki squeezed her wrist and dragged him to a nearby tree, standing on the shade of brown leaves as it was autumn that time. The rest of the boys still standing still on the same spot as quandary enveloped them. But they knew exactly –looking at Tatsuki's satanic face- it was something that they both should not heard.

The girl then grasped the still-confused redhead's collar with her right hand, tugging him fiercely onto the wood's branch which made Ichigo shrieked a little with the sudden tug. The force shook the old tree slightly so some of the brown leaves fell onto the ground beneath, enveloping the teenagers with rain of leaves.

"Tatsuki! W…hat are you…, d-oing!?" he said it not clearly as her grip nearly choking him.

"Why…," said Tatsuki faintly. "Why you didn't tell me!?"

"Wha… Tell you what!?" he gave another glare although her grip still making him hard to breath. Somewhere in his mind, he knew that Tatsuki wasn't pointing to his occupation as a Shinigami or she will not ganking on him like this (she would ask Orihime instead). But somewhere, somewhere deeper than the former's place in mind, he knew it was more important than that.

"Your brother's death!! Hichigo!"

His futile struggling stop in motion, like a lightning bolt streaked him in place, chocolate eyes widened in fear after he heard that name.

Why did Tatsuki, of all people, know that name?

"You're always throwing a fit around the time of your mother's death…; like how you behaved in school just now! Smiling and grinning like a crazed man! And today is nowhere around the time of your mother's death!"

"What…,"

"Don't 'what' me, silly!!" she screamed again, but not in rage, instead more in pity, or… sadness?

Why did he see a droplet of tears strolled down on her cheek?

"Tell me…, Ichigo…," she gave another nearly inaudible voice as her body slid down, releasing her grip from the redhead's collar, onto the ground. "Hichigo…, is he really dead…?"

'Dead…?', he thought to himself, still can't believe about what he heard just now.

In the back of his mind, Ichigo could felt as someone was smiling.

-to be continued

Hooray! Chapter 4 completed! Why did Tatsuki know about Hichigo? Why did she cry in the end? How will Ichigo deal with the upcoming madness? Reviews? Critics? Suggestions? Love/hate it? Oh, and was the albino description correct? I used my book and my limited knowledge of it, so eeh... That's what my teacher told me anyway.