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Ahem. Continuing. Since Rukia is meeting others in this chapter, I don't think I'm going to do 1st person POV. If you disagree, please comment. Also, in this story there will be romance over time, since I don't want to make them be like "Omg. I love you even though I have to clue who you are!" "Same!" "Lets get married and have sex!" "Yea!". So like....just so you know. Uhm....
"Speaking"
'Thoughts'
Flashback
'Creepy voice talking'
`~'*Chapter Four*'~`
First Day. First Impressions
I had always thought
that you can learn a lot about a person
through their first impression...
Once a piece of paper has been tarnished by a drop of ink,
who can restore it to it's previous whiteness?
A bright light, shinning through the enormous windows, illuminated Rukia's sleeping form. Tucked in and warm, Rukia was snoring softly, pale leg peeping out of the dead covers. Blanket crumpled into an unrecognizable form, her and hung on the edge of the large bed, for she was lying on her shoulder.
The slumbering occupant across, also bathed in light. from her peaceful stance was already starting to stir. His eye twitched slightly, full lips pressed together in a half pout, half kissy-face, internal clock just about to ring...
RING! RIIING! RIIIIIING!!!
The inhumane sound shook the entire room, if not the whole house, along with the slumbering Rukia.
"N-NANI?!?!??!?!" Rukia jerked awake, frightened eyes wide as saucers. The covers cascaded down her lithe form and pooled around her lap. Though half-conscious, her heightened senses tried to detect any hint of danger. Detecting no life or death danger, such as Yatsuba or Ami, she relaxed a little. The ridiculously bright sun smacked her blind. She squinted; the blasting rings emitting from the damned alarm clock still going, making her ears ring uncontrollably.
'Ugh...too early...stupid....alarm clock...' she thought, ignoring the ringing for the time being. Strangely tired, Rukia rubbed her eyes furiously and yawned.
'Might as well get up...Ahhhh! So bright!' Stretching, a thought clicked. 'Wait...I don't own an alarm clock...'
Still sort of groggly, Rukia slowly blinked, frozen. 'I don't....have one. Do I..?' she thought over and over.
Like in an old horror movie, slowly, Rukia turned her head around, afraid. Eyes wide and frozen by pure fear, chanting "Maybe Ami came in here...a-and s-she...." She looked down at herself. Clad in a plain, white T-shirt and jean shorts, nothing seemed particularly out of the norm; though she felt a little weird, she ignored it for the time being.
'If Ami was in here, she would've done something to me. Maybe she was being nice...?' Rukia laughed.
'Yea right. Well, whatever. Free alarm clock; who cares?' The gears in her mind started to turn.
'Yatsuba...? Maybe....nahh. Well, that scratches alarm clock on my list of things to get.' Softly smiling, she observed the still ringing like there was no tomorrow alarm clock thoughtfully. The clock looked kind of creepy; all white with black edges. It could be mistaken for a book; short and fat, it was like a basic rectangle with rounded edges. Neon colored lights flashing furiously as if it were trying to tell her som--
She looked at the time and blinked. "HOLY $#!%!! IT"S 7:30!?!?!??!?!"
Rukia jumped out of bed and, unfortunately, tripped on the crumpled sheets in the process. In a flailing mess of limbs/sheets, Rukia panicked and tumbled onto the cold, unforgiving hardwood floor. Trapped in the damned sheets, she struggled to get free, however the more she fought the more tangled she got.
"S-someone!! Get a pair of sissors!! THE JAWS OF LIFE!!!!" she yelled franically as she tried biting the offending covers, waving her arms like a mad woman. Dramatically kicking like her life depended on it, she rolled around on the floor screaming/feeling around for something sharp. The ground was vibrating/shaking from the tiny alarm clock and her movements.
"Heuuuulphhh!!" she screamed still looking like an idiot. Frantically, her eyes darted around the room for something or someone to help get the suffocating sheets off of her while the clock continued to break the sound barriers. She spotted something moving in the house across from her...
She ceased struggling. "Huh...?" Time seemed to stop; the room grew silent. There he was, Perverted-white-haired-marshmallow-jerk-who-brings-bad-luck. Tieing a navy-blue tie, he was looking at her like she was retarded. White eyebrow raised, he gave her a questioning/tired/annoyed look. Something like what-the-hell-are-you-doing-you-idiot-i'm-so-much-greater-than-you-god-it's-so-early. He was dressed in what Rukia could guess was the school uniform: navy blue dress pants, navy blue tie, a slightly open white dress-shirt with the schools emblem on it -- she couldn't quite make out the design -- and a navy blue undershirt.
Time began once again. 'I-I-I don't have m-my u-uniform!!!' She panicked.
"AHRGHHHHH!" She yelled, beyond frustrated. She started kicking and flailing once again, ignoring boy, who already started getting ready to go to school, smirking all the while.
'Baka...' He thought, shaking his head, as he put the shorter end of the tie into the loop. He was ready for another day at high school. He slipped out the door while clapping softly, which immediately turned off the lights.
A thought dawned on her. "WAIT! I HAVE SCHOOL?!?!?!?!?!" Her eyes grew wide as she stopped struggling once again.
Switching to serious mode, her mind went utterly blank. Gracefully, She closed her eyes, and carefully assessed the situation. In a trance, she slowly stood up and the crumpled blankets cascaded down and pooled onto the hard-wood floor. Eyes turned blank, she stepped out of the sheets and walked toward the bathroom. On the way, she plucked the screeching alarm clock from her bed stand and chucked it into a poor wall, effectively silencing it....forever. Smiling, the door clicked shut and the soft pitter-patter of water droplets on tile was heard. Steam began to rise out of the crack above the door. Faintly, there was the sound of peaceful humming. She had everything all planned out. Genius.
"Wait." The peaceful humming stopped. "When does school start....?"
"SHIIIIIIIIIT!!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. Serious mode off.
"BITCH! SHUT THE HELL UP, YOU SLUT!!!" Ami shrieked from the top floor banging the floor to sound intimidating.
'Great. The spoiled bitch is awake...'
'You know....we can kill that bitch...if you want....'
'Great. Now I'm hearing things...' Rukia thought absentmindedly. She was beyond tired which was abnormal. She looked around for some shampoo.
'Crap. I forgot to bring some...what a great first day....and it's not even begun yet.' She let out a long sigh and began her day. The first day at school...
At school......in a classroom....somewhere......in a health class.....
"Hey. Hey. I heard there's going to be a new student." A voice whispered in barely contained excitement.
"Yea! I know!! Everyone's talking about it!" Another whispered in a hushed tone, not wanting to get caught.
"Really? Tell me, Chizuru!?!?" Another voice joined in the gossip. "You know all the gossip!"
"Yea. She's supposed to be like super rich!" The other voices chimed in unison.
"She's smart and nice." One whispered.
"She's pretty and tough." Another chimed in.
"She's got a boyfriend in England!" Squealed an eavesdropper.
"She's a CELEBRETY!!!" Someone whispered excitedly.
"Hah!" A new voice exclaimed, aggravated.
"H-Hina--" They all gasped, surprised.
"Shhhhhh!" Everyone was hushed by the voice.
"I overheard the teachers talking in the teachers lounge because Oichi-sensei personally begged me to deliver some top-secret document to the teachers in the meeting room, and they were chatting about the new student. They were afraid, because she was a delinquent..!" The voice exclaimed, sounding like she was more important than everyone else in the health room. The other girls were wide-eyed, completely sucked into her exaggerated story.
"Really..!" The others exclaimed in awe, captured like a fly on a spider's web.
"Shhhh!" The voice barked harshly, for they might get in trouble.
"...really..?" The others whispered softer this time.
"Yes. They said that in her old school she got in a lot of fights..!" Her voice picked up volume word by word.
The other girls gasped in shock. "Really...?"
"Yea. And that she was really mean and rude and always talked back to the teachers!" The girl imitated an angry teacher to add effect.
"Uwaaaah!" The girls cried, amazed.
"She caused a lot of trouble at school!" The girl's voice kept on picking up speed and volume to pick up everyone's attention.
"UWAHHH!" The girls almost screamed.
"The school couldn't take it anymore so...so they kicked her out!!" Her voice was getting to the point of screaming; everyone in the entire room was listening, hooked on every word that came out of the petite girl's mouth.
"WAHHHH!" The shallow girls squealed in pure awe.
"SHE'S BEEN THROUGH 7 SCHOOLS BECAUSE SHE GOT IN SO MANY FIGHTS!!!" The girl finally screamed; she hid a triumphant smile beneath her brown bangs.
'Ehehehe. Now who's everyone paying attention to, new girl? Not so popular now...I bet your really an ugly, scrawny, shallow girl like the rest of th--' Her victory thoughts were inturupted.
"Momo-chan...?" A voice called playfully. Everyone paused; the room went dead silent. It seemed as if everyone had forgotten how to breathe.
'Busted' The whole room thought in unison. The atmosphere grew noticeably colder. Casually, footsteps walked over to her seat in the back of the room.
".....h-h-hai?" Scared out of her mind, the brunette's smile died away and stiffly looked up to gaze at the fox-faced teacher, frightened eyes wide.
"Nene. Can a' ask ya's somethin'...?" The teacher said in mock-innocence while grinning like a mad man. She felt as if snakes were strangling her. Bit by bit. Chocking the life out of her as he took each step closer to her. The atmosphere around him was just short of suffocating; she gagged.
"H-h-h-hai?" The brunette started to break out in cold sweat. Shivering like a leaf in the wind, she gulped, nervous smile plastered in place. The attention from everyone in the room was suffocating; she wasn't used to this kind of attention. The embarrassment was eating away at her stomach; she gulped trying to get rid of it.
"Can ya's keep me comp'ny af'ta class?" His said darkly, smile morphing into a sick, twisted one; his back to the rest of the class. Time seemed to halt for a split second.
Cold sweat poured down her face; Hinamori's eye twitched and gulped. This is not a question; it's an order. A wave of terror wracked down and up her spine shaking her to the core. Her head felt light as if she were about to faint; eyes shaking, she silently asked for forgiveness. Everyone was on the edge of their seat, listening intently to her answer. The spotlight beat down on her; she was about to crack. Her breaking point was near...
"....h-h-ha-hai-i....." She responded weakly, out of breath; she was lightheaded and looked like a piece of shit. She wrapped her arms tightly around her sides to keep from falling apart. The room was cold and silent; the blinding spotlight dimmed somewhat, though she was still shaking.
His slitted eyes were curved in glee as he looked over at her trembling form; she was breaking apart right in front of his eyes. "Sank ya's." Swiftly, he turned around with a whoosh and continued lecturing the class about Hormonal Dysfunctions as if nothing had ever happened, however the dead silence remained undisturbed. Momo let out an appreciated breath; her heart started to beat once more.
"God damnit!" She hissed under her breath. Brown locks of hair shrouding her face away from peeping eyes; Hinamori slammed a fist into her desk, hot tears of aggravation rolling down her cheeks. "I hate him...!!"
"What's with this new student anyways?" She continued to rant about the unfairness of it all. "Why does she get so much damned attention?!? It's all new student this and new student that...PISSES ME OFF!" Her hand grabbed and squeezed the edges of the table to control her growing anger. The tears of frustration continued throughout the entire health period...unknown to everyone else except one. Kira Izuru. Unable to see her crazed state for any longer, he tried re-focusing his attention to Mr. Ichimaru's lecture; he fails miserably.
"Momo....." He whispered sadly as he blew a lock of his blond hair out of his face. "Why are you always like this...? You're fine just the way you--"
A piece of chalk pegged him right in between the eyes. "Itaaaa!" He cried as he lost balance. Caught off guard, he fell off his chair, arms flailing for anything to grasp onto to keep him from descending onto the cold, hard, unforgiving floors. Unfortunately, he gripped one of the table legs as he was descending, and he took the poor table down with him.
*CRASH*
"My, my, Izuru-kun, ya sure are clumzy t'day!" Gin exclaimed in fake surprise; he, then, continued to list the differient kinds of horminial dysfunctions on the chalk board. In union, the class started to break out in uncontrollable laughter. The suffocating and dreary atmosphere immediately lightened. Even Hinamori gave a slight chickle and a gentle smile; she had stopped ranting when she had heard his yelp.
"...." In a daze, Izuru looked up, hand rubbing his abused face, and saw Momo smiling that care-free smile only she could posses. He liked this side of her the most; this side was the sweet, innocent Momo he had grown up with. The real Hinamori, Momo.
In return, he gave a shy smile and slightly blushed a cute shade of rosy pink. 'It's contagious...' He thought. 'As long as she's happy and smiling....I don't mind getting hurt....' Still smiling, he got up from the cold floor and brushed invisible dust from his navy-blue dress pants.
"LATE! LATE!! LATE!!!" Rukia cried repeadidly as she ran out of her new house/mansion, ripe banana in hand. She looked as if she'd been mugged by a pro-wrestler, and had fall in in into a nearby lake. Her unkempt, short raven locks were glistening and thrashing around happily in the wind from the hot shower, and she was sporting a black skin-tight tang-top, crisp, white short sleeve dress shirt (wanted to resemble the school uniform), midnight-black skinny jeans with a chain connected to a black leather wallet (didn't want anyone stealing her money) tucked into her back pocket, and to top it all off black and white Chuck Tailor Converses. A leather belt covered in gray, steel plates adorned the black skinny jeans as well.
"YOU BITCH!!! STOP MAKING SO MUCH FUCKING NOISE IN THE MORNING!!!" Ami screeched from inside the house just as Rukia rushed past the drive way. "MAKE ME FOOD, SLUT!!!" Rukia sweat-dropped.
'No way in hell am I gonna make that...that green/purple stuff again!!' Rukia thought, horrified. 'Last time, it almost crawled out of the blender!!' She continued to run like her life depended on it to school. Ami's screeching voice faded into a dull echo after a few minutes.
Sighing in relief, Rukia stopped running and slowed to a mild jog. She needed a quiet atmosphere to think peacefully; she had "ADD" or so the school nurses and doctors said, probably just an excuse to keep her dope on loads of medication and bill us huge sums of money.
'I hated that...no many big needles. So many sadistic smiles. Times where I'd wake up in a white room gripping icy metal bars, stripped bare; not knowing where I was and how I got there. The feel of being drowsy as a needle pumped some clear fluid though my wrist invading my entire body; the touch of plastic gloves ghosting all over my skin. The blinding white light glaring down at me while teams of dark shadows hovered over me murmuring excitedly; I could never quite make out what they were saying. Then, I'd feel a sharp pain and drown in blackness once again...' Rukia shivered uncontrollably at the thoughts; she continued to remember against her will.
'When I first talked to Yatsuba about it because I was scared, he quickly slapped me and yelled things like "Why did you let them?!?" or "Why didn't you tell me earlier, bitch?!?!"; I would always be scared stiff. When I didn't answer, he pushed me down the stairs leading to the dark, damp cellar and bolt the door shut for four days. I screamed and wailed all the first night; banging on the door, asking for forgiveness, and crying till I fell asleep, I lasted four days without any food, water, light, and warmth. Every night I would loose something; it was like something inside of me broke in those four days. I felt like I had lost a part of myself...all hope. All reason. I was about...seven, then. I don't really know how old I am. Yatsuba never spoke a word about my past. Is that sad?'
'Even though I don't know a lot about myself, I do know that I am Kuckiki, Rukia (Yatsuba listened to te goodness of his shrivled, old heart for once and let me keep it). I also know from the card that I always carried around that I had a sister named Hisana, Kuchiki; she was unable to keep me and sent me to a relatives house. In the card, she wrote that she despised my guts and didn't care if I died one way or another...soon after, she had died of a mysterious illness. At least, that's what her relatives told me...though I had a feeling there was something off about the whole situation.'
'Even though it hurts sometimes, I kept the card, sensing that it would be of vital importance in the future, and the fact that I needed something real to latch onto. Something about my past; about me. The me that Yatsuba has been trying to erase; though I don't know why, he doesn't want me to have any connections to my childhood. He gets furious whenever I mention a word about it, so I stopped asking. I kept the card from Hisana a secret; it made me feel good that I was rebelling against Yatsuba-- a victory. Though trivial, it was poof that I had a rebellious streak. Actually, if someone saw my old school records, the first thing they would know is that I don't follow rules. At least, not someone else's.'
That last thought snapped her out of her reverie; slowing, her mild jog turned into a slow walk. She looked around for anything familiar; when she found nothing in particular that jogged her memory, she cussed.
'Damn that Yatsuba for making me concentrate on not getting raped. Damn Ami for turning him on on the first place. Damn that white-haired kid for making Yatsuba beat me up till I couldn't think straight, much less see. Damn the whole fucked up world we live in.'
Her stomach chose to interrupt her rant as it growled viciously; hungry. Wanting to quiet the annoyance, Rukia raised an arm to rub it, but, instead saw the long forgotten ripe banana she had brought along.
'Oh, yea...this thing.' she thought as she peeled it absentmindedly. Rukia strolled along the winding roads, taking a bite of the banana here and there. Walking along, she tried, once again, to find anything remotely familiar. 'Ahhh...so bright outside...'
"Damn it! I slept in again!!" Cried a disheveled orange-haired boy, aggravated. "Dad didn't wake me up..." He remembered his dad's words as he sprinted out the door, half-dressed.
"Ichigo! I tested you to see if you'd wake up on time!" Isshin yelled at the top of his lungs. "Papa is so dissapointed! Mama will surely scold me for not being a better papa!" Crying hysterically, He hugged his huge picture of mama on the wall. "Mama, PAPA IS SO SORRY!!!"
"Jeez, why couldn't I have been born to a normal dad..." Ichigo sighed tiredly, running a large hand through his unkempt, bright-orange hair.
"I don't see why he always has to-- AGHHHH!" His outspoken thoughts were cut short as he ungracefully slipped and fell onto the concrete.
*Crash*
Ichigo's right foot had slipped on something squishy as he took a step forward and, eyes wide, in slow motion he saw his right foot in mid-air. "Shit." He cursed the world for his misfortune. He came crashing down flat on his back. Surprised, his arms flailed around, looking for something to grip upon his descent, as the ground rushed up to meet him and everything faded into black.
The last thing he heard was a girl screaming, "BAKA!!!" and the pitter-patter of hurried footsteps running towards his direction.
"How do I get sucked into these kinds of messes?!?!" Rukia cried as she ran toward the stranger that slipped on her, yes her, breakfast. The banana peel lay innocently on the floor as she glared at it, hoping that it would spontaneously com bust into flames. "God, what a mess."
Helping the orange-haired teenager up from the floor, she cussed as she noticed that he had passed out. "Just my fucking luck..." He was heavy and big. Very heavy and very big. Like the kind of big that could squish the raven-haired girl into a pancake, if not for her upbringing. Without much effort she slipped her petite hands underneath his waist and picked him up bridal style.
To say the least, this picture looked very awkward to anybody who was unlucky enough to pass by at the time; a small girl carrying around a teenager at least twice her size. His middle was suspended by her small arms as the ends of his body bended down uncomfortably; his carrot-top head sagged down and rolled around from her unbalanced steps.
"Damn, he's swaying too much. I guess I have to put him down....somewhere...and," She briefly contemplated on leaving him on the street and heading to school as if nothing had ever happened. Her side that supported "Justice" scolded her, and she decided to rest awhile and wait patiently for him to wake up. Besides, who's fault was it that he slipped. Rukia's.
"So damn troublesome..." Rukia grumbled as she set Carrot-top on a random porch, not caring who's it was. "Let's see....."
Once he had been lay ed down face up, she stood up, brushed the dirt from her skinny jeans, and nudged his side with a foot, both hands rested comfortably on her hips.
Still nudging, she taunted him. "Come on, Carrot-top. Oi, are you dead?" Immediately, his hand shot out that was resting next his side and grabbed her outstretched foot; he tugged her in like a zombie. Even though he had moved, his eyes were still closed and his breathing was still even.
Surprised, Rukia screamed. "AGFHHHHGHHH!!" She lost her balance and toppled onto him, face first, and made an "Oof" noise. They made a little cross on the floor. One petite figure layed on top of another larger figure that was laying the other way. The orange-haired boy had the breath knocked out of him from the additional weight.
"Hey..." Vein popping, Rukia sighed, frickin pissed as hell. "I'm not thatheavy." Taking the reaction of the orange-haired boy below him as an insult to her weight, she raised a balled fist and punched him on the cheek. Hard.
The impact made the other figure sputter for a moment, and, on pure instinct, he, still unconciuos, took the foot that was still gripping her leg and twisted it, painfully.
"Itaaa!!!" Rukia shouted, surprised. Obviously, she tried scrambling up out of her captive; this only made the male squeeze harder. "AGHHH!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?!?!?!"
Frantically, she struggled to get free, punching the male's chest, screaming, kicking, arms and legs flailing around. Awakening from all the movement from the girl on top of her, his eyes started to flutter open.
Noticing this, Rukia paused, waiting for him to wake up. 'Come on...come on, you little sucker.' She smiled sadistically, ready to beat his head in once he woke up.
His eyes fluttered open like in the movies. His amber eyes told her that he was genuinely confused; he looked up questioningly at the girl laying on top of her, surprised. In reply, she smiled pleasantly back at him.
"Hey, Carrot-top. Want to die....?" She asked sweetly, smile turning into a sadistic one. Ichigo, still groggily, was taken back. He opened his mouth to voice a question like "Who the hell are you?" or "What am I doing here?"; he clamped it shut immediately.
Smiling back, he said, "Care to explain why, pray tell, you are molesting me?" Rukia's smile melted away, only to return in wider more crazed one, freaking Ichigo out. She laughed.
'This guy is good.' She thought to herself, still laughing. 'He's okay.'
Once marking him "okay", she crawled off of his muscular body and gently shook her pale leg out of his clutches. Embarrassed as well as surprised, Ichigo released her leg with a slight blush. 'W-when did I...?' He thought frustrated as he inspected the hand that was just a few moments ago clutching this strangers foot, as if expecting it to jump of and crawl away. He remembered what had happened earlier. 'So I must have passed out when I fell, and she helped me.'
He inspected his surroundings. 'Wow, she carried me this far? She must be really strong...then I grabbed her leg, and she fell onto me.' He looked thoughtful for a second. 'Maybe I should say thank you or something..?'
Scrambling awkwardly to his knees, he slightly bowed his head while soft of looking at the girl in front of him thorugh his orange bangs. "Um....thank y--"
"You didn't see anything." She cut him off nonchalantly. He looked up surprised; sitting cross-legged on the concrete porch, she smiled pleasantly back at him, eyes soft.
Seeing her smile, he gave a crooked grin in return. "Yea."
Rukia reached out a pale hand towards him. She introduced herself. "Kuchiki, Rukia."
Reaching out to shake her hand, he replied with his own name. "Kurosaki, Ichigo."
They met hands and shook. They both grinned together, a silent understanding. Immediately, a bond formed between the two teenagers.
"Say, Carrot-top...." Rukia stood up and brushed the dirt from her black jeans. "Do you know where Seireitei High is?"
He tsked as he got up to, rubbing the back of his sore head. "It's Ichigo. Wait. You're going to Seireitei High?"
"No. I just want go there because I'm secretly a terrorist..." She retorted sarcastically.
He didn't quite catch the sarcasm in that sentence. "Ohhh. Well--HEY. I'm not going to take you there if you're a te--" She karate chopped him in the back of the head.
"BAKA!"
"Ow! That hurts, you midget!! I just got hit there!!!" Cursing, he rubbed his poor, abused head. "I think I just lost some brain cells..."
"Not that you have that many to begin with..." Rukia mumbled, starting to walk away.
"WHAT WAS THAT?!?!?!" Ichigo yelled, hearing her insult to the number of brain cells he owned.
"I said 'Lead the way O' Great Carrot Top!' Let's go!!" She yelled back, already on the sidewalk.
"Well, you could just find your own way to school, ya little chibi! I'm recovering!!" He answered, beginning to walk over to the sidewalk. He didn't want to stick around a stranger's house and risk getting arrested for trespassing.
"Recovering from what? Slipping on my banana peel?" Rukia laughed beckoning him. "Come on, slowpoke!"
"I'm going. I'm goi--WAIT!! That was yours?!?!?!?" Ichigo's stroll turned into an all-out run to kill the midget that could have almost killed him. "YOU COULD HAVE KILLED ME!!!"
Rukia, noticing Ichigo closing in on her, started to run too. "Put your back into it, Ichigo! I was the top track runner in my old school!!"
They both ran, laughing and shouting insults, all the way to school.
'I do believe I've made a friend...' Rukia thought, as she insulted Ichigo, saying that an old grandma on crutches could sprint faster than him. She smiled, as he almost caught up with her. 'Though it started out ridiculously horrible, I have a good feeling about today. I can't help but hoping...'
A/N: I know not much HitsuRuki, but it's gonna build up. It will! Yay!! Rukia's first friend!!!! Hinamori's and Gin's first appearance. I hope this chapter wasn't boring. I tried making it longer :]. Please tell me your thoughts about this chapter!! REVIEW!!! No the eagles lost :[ Dang I'm so tired. Making chapters long is so hard....how do you people do it...?