Disclaimer: i do not own Bleach or Hackers. this story is meant to be ooc, have short chapters, and just fun to read. enjoy!

Chapter Four

The Girl and The Ruse

Ichigo's neck started to hurt as he poured over the pile of papers the receptionist told him to fill out. It didn't help that the office was void of any tables for him to write on, so Ichigo took a seat seemingly too small for him and began to write.

"Do you have your transfer forms?"

Too engrossed over listing his allergies, which were none, Ichigo ignored the voice he heard.

"It's a relatively straightforward question," it continued.

Ichigo rolled his eyes before looking up. When he did, he was met with the steely violet-blue eyes of a rather short girl. Her gaze absolutely stunned Ichigo as he drowned in the lavender pools, which were set on a milky pale face framed by jet black hair and other small facial features. She had her arms crossed over her small frame and did not smile. Ichigo wondered about the things he could do to get the girl to smile, and suddenly, he had to shift in his seat.

"Do you speak Japanese?" she asked in English, arching her eyebrow.

"Sorry," Ichigo croaked. Not his smoothest moment. "You said you wanted...?"

"I want your transfer forms," she replied, straightening up when she finally heard the strange orange-haired kid reply. Perhaps the bleach seeped into his brain. The girl took the stack of forms he had filled out and fingered through them quickly. She turned around, started to walk away, and Ichigo eyed her entire form. The girl wasn't too curvy, but Ichigo always figured the best presents needed a little unwrapping. His eyes grazed the bottom of the hem of her dress, cursing the fact that it didn't hike up enough when she spun around. The last thought snapped him out of his daydream.

"Are you coming?" she said, her eyes piercing him either because that was how they always looked or because she caught him staring at her legs.

Ichigo put on his best frown, grabbed his things, and followed the girl out into the hall.

"The gym is through there, and the cafeteria is right there," the girl narrated, rather disinterestedly. She tried to ignore that the new guy was only looking in her direction, and she stopped in front of a classroom. "This is your class."

Ichigo looked at the door, and when he turned back to the girl, she shoved his papers in his face. When he organized them, Ichigo thought he caught an amused smirk from the girl. "My class," he repeated. "You mean that I'm not in your class, the same class of..."

"Rukia. Kuchiki Rukia," she replied. "And no, you're not in my class."

Rukia spun on her heels, once again making her dress swirl around her. Ichigo would not be distracted. "Give me time," he called after her.

She ignored his comment when another kid appeared around the corner. He wore a black leather jacket that matched his dark hair. "Hey Rukia, you showing the new guy around?" Even this voice sounded smooth.

"Yeah," Ichigo piped in, showing that he obviously could hear their conversation.

"You should tell him about the pool," the kid replied before disappearing just as fast as he appeared. Ichigo wondered if he was actually going to his class, or even worse, if he was going to Rukia's class.

"Pool?"

Rukia gave him a look over her shoulder. Her eyes looked absolutely mysterious and smoldering from that angle. She pointed right beyond Ichigo. "There's an Olympic-sized swimming pool up on the roof. Only seniors are allowed to use it, so I guess you're good to go. You take the stairs over there."

"Sounds stupid," Ichigo replied. Rukia didn't respond, so he watched her walk away. He called out to her once more. "Thanks!"

Ichigo pushed open the door.

"Hey, hold the door open!"

But it was too late. Ichigo had already walked a good five feet away from the rooftop door, due to his long legs. The door slammed behind him, and Ichigo was left with the stares of a dozen other kids on the roof of the school. The one who had called out to him looked absolutely livid. Ichigo understood his frustration.

"No pool," he mumbled, a frown tugged at his lips.

Ichigo turned around and pushed on the door handle. Of course if the door opened from the outside, then he wouldn't have been met up with the other kids stuck on the roof. Then again, he wouldn't have been stuck on the roof if it weren't for people like Kuchiki Rukia. Ichigo turned around and punched the metal door. The echo of the hit resounded, but not as loud as the thunder that echoed throughout the sky over Karakura Town.

Ichigo figured that the high school kept their air conditioning on high, since each soaked piece of clothing managed to stick to his skin to slowly lower his body temperature. He hated the squeaking sound the rubber soles of his sneakers made on the linoleum floors because the squawking wasn't loud enough to drown out the sounds of Rukia's giggles as he trudged past.

"Oh shit!" he heard Rukia gasp. "He found the pool!"

heh, i like my Rukia sassy. i'm having so much fun writing her in this role. i posted the first 4 chapters really quick, so if anyone sees grammar errors, please send me a line. i'll revise them later, but i just wanted to get these chapters out as celebration for the 4th of July! Happy Independence Day to my American friends!