Disclamer: I don't own Bleach.


Ichigo trudged himself towards the school. He felt restless and uneasy and weird. Everything was weird. Yeah even he was weird.

Who eats raw read meat like a savage animal like that, anyway? Though really, that was fucking delicious.

But that bloodied t-shirt thing was suddenly making him ill. Today was very different. Like he had woken up into a brand new world; as if the earth had taken a three-hundred sixty degree turn backwards while on his sleep last night. And Ichigo was not comfortable with it.

His situation today hadn't of much help to figure what was happening.

Not to mention the passer-bys giving him odd looks ever since he left home.

He caught one of a female student's stare. She was probably around the same age as him, but a student of another local academy. When they locked gazes, the girl looked away immediately as if fighting the urge to blush.

What the hell was that?

"Look, he's hot isn't he? The guy with spiky orange hair." A chorus of giggles from behind the teen was audible.

I didn't hear that.

Ichigo scowled. What's wrong with everybody today? Yesterday, I walked at the same place, noticed the same people, but never did they ogle before.

And mentioned that I am hot, that is.

Ichigo looked down on his clothes. It was the school uniform he usually wore, except for the few off buttons.

Damn, don't tell this is what they found hot?

Ichigo bedrudgingly adjusted his bearings. He thought they would quit almost stripping him naked with their eyes.

Too bad, they didn't.

Ichigo dashed towards his school, suddenly fearing for his own life.


Surprisingly enough, the homeroom teacher who often berates him unreasonably had decided not to comment on Ichigo's infamous tardiness, as she quoted it.

"Is that Ichigo?"

"Yeah, but why does it seems like he's so... so sexy today?" A girl had practically squealed.

"Be quiet, he might hear you."

Even here?! Ichigo had known the girls in their class, but not that much. Only Tatsuki and Inoue were worth acquainting to. Okay, he could even count Chizuru, but that pervert was unable to keep her hands to herself so... nevermind.

Though really, why were these girls noticing him now? In a new light at that!

Argh, the world really did back-flip last night.

Ichigo spotted his orange- haired female friend a few chairs away on his right. She looked at him and smiled shyly.

But Ichigo never missed the slight twinkle of her brown eyes.

He awkwardly return the smile.

Thank goodness he was situated beside the windows, he could let out some hot air and distract himself from those annoying gazes of half the female population of their class.


The day passed like a drag. It seemed like every females was infected with Ichigo's "charm". He didn't even want to think about it. It was a good thing that lunch break was peaceful enough. Peaceful meaning Keigo's babbling and wailing nonsense. Though he was very uncomfortable when both Tatsuki and Inoue were boring holes on the back of his head. Tatsuki even shared him a few egg rolls with a blushing face, mind you, saying she was already full. And Inoue... Inoue complimenting him with anything he do. Even the way he cleaned his lunchbox or folded his napkin. Hell, she even flicked off a rice grain on his bottom lip!

Not that the gesture was unwanted. It just made Ichigo flustered suddenly. He was once aware of her feelings, but really, he only thinks of her as one of his dear little sister. And to act like that was unfamiliar.

It was never his intention to give false hope.

Halfway, he noticed the quincy not present. Ichigo thought he was keeping hollows at bay, but both Chad and Inoue was neither picking up any pressure.

He's probably just busy. Ichigo shrugged.

Oddly enough, he was hoping to meet Ishida. Badly.

Urh, not that gross way. I just wanted to consult him about this pheromones thing, that's all!

Yeah, tell that to yourself.


Ichigo was determined though. He patiently waited for the student council meeting to end after an hour and a half of class dismissal. He had softly taken down his friends' offer on the way home. He wanted to at least distance himself from any female except his family. He did silently apologize to Inoue in his head.

The door rolled open and Ishida was the first one to emerged.

The red-orange light that painted the sky had seeped through the clear window, highlighting Ishida's raven locks and making his clear skin glow more. His eyes, framed with thick, long lashes, had taken a slightly pale hue and they shone brightly enough for Ichigo to get addicted staring at them. And those lips... they were the most captivating thing he had ever seen, glistening under the sunset beam. He looked heavenly, just standing there.

Ichigo felt his heart skip.

"Kurosaki?" Ishida asked incredulously, not expecting the orange-haired teen at this hour, waiting and...

Looking like a gaping fish.

"Huh?" Ichigo went from dazed to shock. "Ishida?" Oh God, Ichigo wanted the roll of every syllable on his tongue.

Wait, what?!

"What are you doing here?"

What am I doing? Well, I'm practically drooling on you here- wait, no way!

"Well, I'm-"

"Oh, are you Ishida-kun's friend?" A cute feminine voice pop out from behind Ishida. It was the student council secretary, a year older than the two. She made her way gingerly towards Ichigo. "Hello, I'm Kunogi, nice to meet you!"

Crap, Ichigo forgot there were also female members of the SC. "Same here, Kunogi-san."

"How nice of you to wait for Ishida-kun." Somehow, she sounded as if she was just talking to herself and looking earnestly at Ichigo with ridiculously shining green eyes with adoration. But far beautiful compared to Ishida's.

Damnit, I'm not thinking that!

"Excuse me, I'll be on my way." Ishida walked away without looking back. He just nodded and left. Just like that. He probably felt out of place when two people were flirting right in front of him. Not that Ichigo was flirting back, though.


Ichigo missed the chance to went after Ishida. Kunogi was being persistent on walking home together. Duh, she lives at the opposite direction. Instead, she settled with insisting to get his number. Ichigo gave in. He just have to turn off his cellphone. He never used it, anyway.

Somebody's being a heartthrob today.

He closed the door of his room. He needed to be alone. He had to think.

Ichigo tossed the white over-sized shirt from the basket to his bed. The red marks had gotten darker, almost black, actually. His nose was becoming more and more sensitive with the metallic smell of the blood. It really couldn't be a red paint or ink that Kon had probably doodled as a prank. Besides...

Kon had turned back into an ordinary, not-so-cute lion stuff toy six months ago.

Ichigo wondered what could it be.

He just hoped it wan't as bad as what had suddenly entered his mind.

That he murdered somebody last night.


Wow, that was one hell of a writer's block. Sorry, guys for making you wait. Though I hope this would satisfy as my new year present to you. Belated merry Christmas and happy New Year! ^-^