Author's Note: Hello, everyone! Welcome to another edition of the Official Fanfiction University of Bleach: Another Edition! Title change, because It's not a one-shot anymore. Not for months.
I must apologize for the long absence, as personal woes have struck me hard. My desktop computer got hit with a power surge, and a lot of work I had done was lost. Bummer. Then I cheered myself up with Pokémon Y, which is not a woe, it was a time sink. I can work off my phone, but it's not as convenient as it sounds.
Anyway, uploads will be slow, but I'll do my best for you, the readers! Enjoy the new chapter!
Credit for the original concept of "Official Fanfiction University" goes to misscam, aka Camilla Sandman. Please credit her if you wish to do your own OFU.
Credit for this fic's inspiration goes to Sariniste, who is currently running her own OFUB under her hit story, Dear Bleach Fanfiction Authors. I'll always value her internet friendship! I've already said that, but it's still true.
Rated T for suggestive themes, plenty of language, PLENTY of language, disturbing words and imagery... So, nothing that already isn't in regular Bleach.
Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership of anything pertaining to Bleach. Bleach is owned by Tite Kubo, this is a non-profit fan work. Any and all Original Characters (OCs) are fictional, and are not intended to portray any individual(s), living, dead, or fictional. Any other referenced works are also not owned by me.
Original Post Date: 12/5/13 Edited: Same day, damn editing eating words...
Chapter 6: Male Bonding 101, Part 2: I Can't Believe It's Not Shipping!
As the sun was beginning to set over this esteemed University, two individuals were pacing in a circle opposite of one another. Ichigo Kurosaki and Grimmjow Jeagerjaquez were staring each other down, with their weapons at the ready.
"Calm down, Grimmjow. Remember, we have a job to do."
"I don't remember having to do SHIT!"
The Espada swung a clawed hand at Ichigo, who then blocked it with his giant sword. Grimmjow yelled, "Even if you've only gotten stronger since our last fight, I refuse to accept you're stronger than me!" as he took to delivering a flurry of savage kicks against Ichigo's guard.
The Substitute then tried to throw a haymaker with his left, only for it to be caught in Grimmjow's hand. Despite this, Ichigo smirked and said, "What's the matter? A little schooling never hurt anyone!"
This was met with Pantera almost being laid into Ichigo's face, once again being blocked with Zangetsu. The clash of weapons rang loudly throughout the venue, their weapons caught in a deadlock.
Grimmjow's face contorted in anger as he inched closer. "Don't take that tone with me, Kurosaki! I'll slice that smirk clean off your face!"
"I'd like to see you try!" Ichigo maintained a confident smirk as he got up in the Espada's face. It looked to be the beginning of a bloody brawl, the likes of which no one has ever s—
"Yes! Now, kiss!"
…
…
You do remember we're still in the classroom, right?
The intense expressions that the combatants had were quickly replaced with ones of disbelief, as they turned toward the offending student who stood up and said that. The fangirl squealed under their glares, unaware that the two of them were not going to do what she said. Ever. It took her a minute to realize they weren't macking on each other. Rather, the two of them could bore holes in her skull with how hard they were staring at her, "Uh, umm… I'm sorry! You d-don't have to kiss, just… Please stop s-staring!"
Ichigo was about to say something before Grimmjow stepped in. "You're damn right we're not going to kiss! Who the hell do you think you are, giving ME orders!?"
As the student began shrinking into her seat, Ichigo pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "See, this is exactly why we're here, to teach everyone the reality of how us guys really act around others." Letting that sink in, Ichigo then looked a little cross as he realized something, "Hey wait, I'm not even out of high school! I'm not qualified for this! I'm a Substitute Soul Reaper, not a susbstitute teacher!"
Before he could complain, Grimmjow quickly set upon Ichigo with his blade. Stuck again in a deadlock, he complained anyway. "What are you so mad about? I'm the one stuck here teaching people without a license!"
"That's the point! I don't know why the hell I'm here either!"
The force of their weapons slackened a bit as they came to a bit of an understanding. "R-really? You didn't file an application or something? Do they even have school in Hueco Mundo?"
This was met with another kick directed at Ichigo, who managed to dodge it. With a little less anger, Grimmjow said, "Some bastard with a green-striped hat promised I can finally have a chance to settle our fight. Tch, he isn't wrong, I guess, but I'm STILL VERY PISSED!"
"A green-striped hat? Oh no..."
"Excuse me?"
A young student raised his hand up and the teachers looked at him. Well, Ichigo did, Grimmjow took to picking his teeth.
"Huh? What are you doing here, little guy?"
The student who spoke up was a young boy, who couldn't have been more than 14. A red hat with the Bleach insignia was on his ragged head of black hair, while he wore a simple T-shirt with cargo shorts. In short, a seemingly quintessential kid. "I was wondering when you two will finally get to teaching something, before you end up trying to measure each other in plain sight?"
That rather cutting statement from the kid earned some laughter and awkward stares at the teachers' pants regions, like they actually thought the two of them will drop their pants.
Nope.
Ichigo blanched at his words, while Grimmjow was less than quiet. "What was that, kid? You want me to cave your face in? Well, don't mind if I do!" As he reared back a fist, Ichigo was quick to stop it.
"Dammit, you can't solve everything with violence!" said Ichigo. After a few seconds thinking to himself how untrue that statement was, the Espada relented and went to stand in the corner. Willingly. No, he won't get "punished" either.
Collecting his thoughts, Ichigo sighed, he knew he had to get the ball rolling and start teaching. The problem was...
"How am I supposed to do this?" Sheepishly scratching his cheek, he looked at the class, Ichigo saw that only a handful of students looked to be around his age group. Many were older, around college age. Weren't they supposed to be smart? Why would they be admitted here? Some were even older! A few were balancing their checkbooks, looking through one of those supermarket-brand realtor digests, or trying to comb over a giant bald spot! Some were younger, like the kid from before, who was burying his face into his hands.
"Wait, why are you here? I don't think kids should be here. Not with what we go through." said Ichigo with a stern tone of voice. It seems his big-brother instincts also trigger when he sees young students here, since it accepts anyone with a black mark as a fanfic writer, and because at least a good third of personnel aren't capable of rationally dealing with children. Or people, for that matter.
The kid got annoyed at Ichigo's words. "Why do you think I'm here? I made a no-no on a fanfic I wrote!" He crossed his arms and slumped onto his desk. "I guess that's why I'm here, huh...?"
Ichigo had a look of concern for him, but before he could act on his big-brother instincts, a familiar coworker was ready to pounce on him. He dodged... Ducking under his assailant, Grimmjow flew harmlessly over him. All those times he avoided his dad's sneak attacks were paying off.
Grimmjow went flying past the Substitute and right into a wall, knocking over a billboard that had bad fan art and poor tracings posted on it. One particular work of art gently floated down onto his face, a poor trace of Ichigo during the climactic rescue of Rukia, except with crudely drawn red hair and a goatee, and the words "Charlie Dusk, Original Character, Do Not Steal!" written on it. Paying no mind to destroying someone's... hard work, Grimmjow ripped it off him and found that everyone was laughing at him.
"Shut up! All of you, it's NOT FUNNY! SHUT THE FUCK UP!" he yelled with colorful language.
His yelling did nothing in quieting the class, it only made them laugh harder. Ichigo in particular was trying to muffle himself. After a few seconds, he walks over and crouches near the Espada, extending an arm out to try to help him up. "C'mon, quit playing around, Grimmjow, let's do our job." said Ichigo, chuckling to himself. It was as if he was trying to be respectful to his former adversary, and that everything was all right.
This only succeeded in making him angrier.
"Smug asshole...!" growled Grimmjow. He swiftly grabbed a framed picture of the "Art of the Month", a stick figure picture of a blond girl holding hands with who appeared to be Sosuke Aizen under a smiling sun, and chucked it at Ichigo's head.
It actually connected! Ichigo staggered back and held his forehead in pain. It wasn't sharp, though, it only bruised. Grimmjow pressed the advantage and tackled him into what remained of the front desk, splintered wood and assorted underwear flying in all directions. When the dust settled, Grimmjow was seen hunched over Ichigo on the ground, his fingers poised to be embedded in his throat. Zangetsu was Ichigo's only line of defense, guarding against the attack while Grimmjow's Hierro was preventing it from harming him.
"There you go again, trying to be all buddy-buddy with me. Can't you see how much I want to kill you, Ichigo!?" yelled the savage Espada, letting loose his trademark crazed toothy grin.
The strawberry-blond youth just scoffed, "Yeah, you keep saying that. Only, I'm going to win, so you can forget it!"
'Booooring..."
The tension took a nosedive again, as the kid from earlier voiced his discontent with the teaching situation. "Ichigo wins again... What a surprise."
The teachers looked at him with comical expressions of disbelief, as other random students decided to get a word in.
"Hey, isn't that the first Zangetsu? Why do you still have that, Ichigo?" "This is just like one of my boy's love animes!" "Dude, what is up with your chest, Grimmdude? It's totally ripped!" "Of course it is! *GASP!* And the scar is gone, too! For some reason. Now I can carve my name into Grimmkitty's chest!" "Just fuck already!"
Both Ichigo and Grimmjow went silent at the latest string of weird things the fans have said. Grimmjow wouldn't stay quiet for long, however. His rage was boiling over.
"Whoever said 'Grimmkitty' is going to pay. In fact, rather than the two of us fucking..." He got up and was found to be already charging up a Cero! "I'd say you're all about to get fucked!" yelled a very furious Grimmjow. The class immediately got the message and became scared for their lives! Struggling to unoccupy their seats, they wouldn't be able to escape fast enough, a Cero is a very fast thing. "Say goodbye!"
Just as all hope was lost, Ichigo was quick on the draw, and he deflected the shot back in the direction it came. Grimmjow then used Sonido to get out of the way of his own Cero. It slammed into the front wall and exploded, the sudden blast knocking students off their feet! The wall had collapsed into the adjacent classroom, where Third Lieutenant Izuru Kira was teaching Coping With Life 101, and said teacher ended up being buried under the debris. "Ugh... My life hurts..."
After taking a moment to dust himself off, Grimmjow looked the epitome of pissed off. "I've had enough of all these games. All of you are about to die!" As he said that, his spiritual pressure sharply rose to the point the students were having trouble breathing. Ichigo had to end this quick, if not bring the coming fight to somewhere safe. Despite presenting the same risk, Ichigo dialed up the power as well. There was only one way this can be ended with some semblance of safety. Both of them had their hands on their weapons...
"Grind, Pante—!"
"Banka—!"
*WARNING! WARNING! LARGE SPIKE IN SPIRITUAL PRESSURE DETECTED! REPEAT, LARGE SPIKE IN REIATSU DETECTED! NOW INITIATING PRIMARY PACIFICATION PROTOCOL!*
"What the—"
"The hell is—"
From within the walls and floors, several ethereal chains shot out and ensnared Ichigo and Grimmjow. The two of them couldn't even scream out for help as part of the chains ended up covering their mouths and transforming into cloth, instead of uncomfortable spirit metal. They were eventually wrapped up as tight as mummies, suspended in midair in front of both classes. Many of them were understandably frightened, while a few were getting a kick out of it.
Just then, a blinding flash enveloped the area. Everyone closed their eyes and hoped it would pass quickly. They didn't have to wait long, as the audible sounds of swords being unsheathed brought everyone to attention. Ichigo and Grimmjow were surrounded by many familiar figures with their swords pointed at them. As soon as they figured out who was caught, they all sheathed their swords. Except one, but he's a special case.
"I should have figured you would be among the first to cause trouble for us, Kurosaki."
"Ichigo! There you are! Get down here so we can fight!"
"Captain! As much as that sounds great, don't forget we can't do that here!"
"Damn it, Ichigo, can't you save this for another time?"
The last person who spoke reached up and tore the bindings off Ichigo's face, allowing him to see who was speaking. It got kind of crowded in there. "Hey, it's you guys!"
Sure enough, they were all familiar faces. In order, they were Toshiro Hitsugaya, Kenpachi Zaraki, Ikkaku Madarame, and Renji Abarai. "That's Captain Hitsu—"
"AAAAAAAAH! IT'S HIM!" "CAPTAIN HOTNESS!"
Toshiro flinched when he heard the fangirls scream and shout, and let it all out by clearing their desks to glomp and molest the young Captain. "Back! Back, I said! Not again!" Taking a step back, he unwittingly dropped his zanpakuto and started to tremble. Thanks to Soul Society's medical program, he fully recovered from the last mauling, I mean, meet-and-greet session. Now, that didn't mean he couldn't avoid the loving flash mob, but now he couldn't help but feel a little shell-shocked. With Toshiro frozen in fear, everyone just stood back and were about to leave him to his fate...
*WHUMP!* *PHOOMP!* *WOOHP!*
The many fangirls began dropping out of their midair vaults and hurdles and were stopped in their tracks. They were all shivering in place, unwilling to move an inch. Toshiro stood to attention at the unlikely savior who stood in the girls' ways. "Y-You...!" The new arrivals keep happening.
A young-looking pale man wearing a broken helmet and an all-white ensemble held two fingers in the air, suspending a student who was in the middle of trying to claim Toshiro. The student's pupils were dilated, as the stoic Ulquiorra Cifer released his hand and let her drop.
"Trash. The lot of you."
Everyone tensed up with his arrival. Despite the premise of this school bringing back deceased persons for the sake of teaching, the gravity of such a thing had only registered now. The Shinigami present quickly drew their weapons in preparation for possibly a fight, expressions ranging from nervous to elated. No points for which of them is feeling the latter. Their worries were assuaged (and in Kenpachi's case, anticipation dwindled) when Ulquiorra said, "I am merely here as a preventative measure. Blood will not be spilled unless those captured resist." Begrudgingly, they put their weapons away.
"I-I thought I..." Ichigo was more than a little pensive in talking to him. The last time involved plenty of explosions and transformations. And self-destructive statements.
So Grimmjow did it for him, seeing that he's chewed his head free. He sneered, "Hey! Ulquiorra, you bastard, where've you been!? I heard you went and got yourself killed by this runt here." while he shook his head toward the Substitute.
"You are in no position to feel superior to me, Grimmjow. Reports of my demise may be true, but it does not change the fact that I stand before you." He closed his eyes for a moment. "I am fully aware of Lord Aizen's defeat at the hands of Ichigo Kurosaki." He looked to a still bound Ichigo, who was still rather shaken at the sight of the Cuarto before him. "So long as my Lord doesn't will it, you have no reason to fear me."
"Uh... uh, okay..." stammered Ichigo.
Ulquiorra then turned away from everyone. "By no means does this make us comrades, nothing of the sort. I carry out Lord Aizen's will, which lies concurrent with the interests of you Soul Reapers, for the time being. You may keep your thanks." He knowingly glanced to Toshiro.
Toshiro had recovered from his episode and could only nod at the weirdness of cooperating with the Arrancar. Everyone else just looked on.
"Our presence is no longer required. Come along, Starrk."
Surprising everyone, the Primera Espada rose up from the debris and took a great, big yawn. "Good morning. Are we done policing now? Oh, hey Grimmjow." He casually waves at the bound Espada.
Of course, the Sexta had to get a word in. "Wait, what the hell are you doing here? This doesn't make any sense!"
Stretching his arms outward, Starrk eventually yawned out, "Primary Pacification Division, First Response, Arrancar Detachment. He's the muscle, I'm the *yawn* roadblock." He casually scratches his backside. "Anyway, I'll be going now. Lilynette doesn't do well with people. Something about calling the other white-haired Captain a 'no-good weird pervert' tends to paint a negative picture."
As the two Espada were walking away, the PPD were cutting Ichigo down, but paying Grimmjow no mind. This didn't go unnoticed by him, but what really ticked him off was that his so-called "compatriots" weren't staying and helping him. "Hey! Get me down from here! I don't wanna be here with these damn Soul Reapers!"
In an instant, Ulquiorra Sonidoed up to him and cut him loose, but not without grabbing Grimmjow by the neck and lifting him up. "Needless complaints. You will continue to assist Kurosaki in teaching this class, as Lord Aizen instructed."
Ever the defiant one, Grimmjow spoke up. "Urk. Why should I?! That bastard is under lock and key, and I never cared about him anyway!"
"You will follow Lord Aizen's orders, or else..." *SHING!* Ulquiorra held his Murcielago to Grimmjow's neck. "I will see fit, as the head of the Primary Pacification Division, First Response, Arrancar Detachment, to end your pathetic life, and restore order to the campus."
The tension was high, everyone staring at the scene before them in silence. Grimmjow was seething inside, unwilling to accept the humiliation he had endured ever since involving himself with the University. Normally, he wouldn't take this lying down, but his life was literally in the hands of his ex-comrade. He finally relented and nodded in acceptance. Ulquiorra gingerly set him back down, and thankfully, Grimmjow didn't lash out.
"Rein in your emotions, Numero Seís, or we shall meet again under similar circumstances. Or rather, do you prefer to be sent with the failures below?"
At the mention of the basement levels, Grimmjow uncharacteristically shivered and was sweating bullets. "Shit! I don't wanna have to deal with them! Bunch of maniacs...!"
"Then I shall take my leave. Come, Starrk."
Starrk was napping while standing through the whole thing, until he was called on. "Huh? S-sure, lead the way." Turning to survey his surroundings, he was ready to pass by everything before laying his eyes on the Sexta. "Man, what happened to you?" Grimmjow decided to shut up, perhaps finally knowing his place. That will last all of today, don't you worry.
Having finally made it to Ulquiorra, they were finally about to leave.
"Wait!"
The Cuarto turned to who had called him, Ichigo with an uncertain look on his face. "Ulquiorra. Is that really you?"
If he was frustrated after dealing with Grimmjow, then Ulquiorra didn't show it. "I know who I am. That doesn't mean I am the same one you remember."
"What about Orihime? Are you the same one she remembers?"
"Do not bring up the woman again, Kurosaki, I clean my hands of the both of you. I will not indulge you in recognizing your attempts in explaining 'The Heart' to one such as me anymore."
Ulquiorra hurried his pace out the door.
Ichigo needed to know one more thing. "But what about—"
"The students will return to consciousness in two minutes. I merely exerted my Spiritual Pressure enough to incapacitate them. They likely never experienced it done so quickly, and they will awaken with a bout of fear. Farewell."
As if to break the potential for a decent dramatic subplot, just as Ulquiorra was almost out the door, he stepped and almost slipped on a piece of paper, a small gasp escaping his lips when he did. Reaching down to pick it up, it turned out to be a piece of art. It was a picture of a well-traced Ulquiorra, from the neck-up. His apathetic head was on top of a crudely drawn body of a chicken. What this image implies is unknown, as the Espada never did anything that could be considered cowardly. "Amusing" he said as the picture then lit up in black flames tinged with green.
And so, Ulquiorra and Starrk left, their appearance bringing more confusion than control.
No one said a word for a while, and the bell was about to ring.
Ichigo decided to break the ice, "So what is it you're doing here anyway? Are you mall cops?"
An angry vein bulged from Toshiro's forehead. "Don't be ridiculous! This is the uniform we must wear as members of the Primary Pacification Division! We're more than just security."
Indeed it's true. The PPD is made up of mostly volunteers who must agree to patrol and secure the campus. Any and all members must wear something that lets everyone know who they are: a blue Captain's haori for the Captains, and a blue sash for non-Captains. So yeah, mall cops.
Ichigo then raised his hand in wanting to ask a question. "What about Ulquiorra? He and Starrk weren't wearing—"
"I don't care about them!" Toshiro yelled out, capturing the attention of everyone in the room. It was then he came to realize something, he muttered to himself, "Actually, why would he need to report to Aizen? He's kept under top-priority surveillance, and no one should be able to even get near him. Except fangirls..." He shuddered at the memory.
"Y'know, that one guy was intense!" Ikkaku cut in, apparently not noticing Toshiro's look of concern. He voiced his contentment with the Fourth Espada's strength, "Boring, but intense! I mean, sure it was no battle, and that kinda sucks, but—"
"That Ulquiorra was more boring than Princess Kuchiki!" Kenpachi was clearly not enjoying himself. "What was he, Number Four? Bullshit he was stronger than that Nnoitra. Yeah, I could feel the power he was hiding, but all that talk about him being the guy who killed Ichigo, and he's as wound up as that prissy noble!" The Eleventh Captain turned towards the door. "I'm done, we'll fight when we're good and ready."
Ichigo couldn't believe it. He didn't have to run away or coerce the bloodthirsty Captain to not fight him! Mostly running away.
As if the gods wanted to spite Ichigo, his good pal Ikkaku decided to cheer up his Captain. "Wait! Captain Zaraki!"
The fearsome Captain stopped in place and just grunted, waiting for him to continue.
"Captain, you finally found Ichigo when everyone isn't busy with fighting somebody." As soon as Ichigo knew what Ikkaku was doing, he Flash Stepped to just about the edge of Ikkaku's line of sight and away from Kenpachi. He waved his hands frantically in a manner that vaguely implied "NO"! The bald Third Se—
"HEY! Who called me BALD?!"
His outburst earned him a few confused stares. Raising a tattoo-brow, Renji bluntly said, "Ikkaku, no one called you bald."
Toshiro was grasping his head like a headache was taking hold. "You must be imagining things, Madarame."
Looking back at the corner, Toshiro and crew found a defeated Grimmjow, who wanted nothing to do with anything. "What the hell you lookin' at me for? I didn't do it." he said somewhat sullenly and not at all threateningly.
The shaven Third Seat was looking every which way for whoever called him... follicle-deficient. "I know what I heard." he mumbled to himself before looking back at his Captain.
"Look Captain, take a page from that Starrk guy and be the roadblock."
Kenpachi, who didn't care much about anything but battle, raised an eyebrow at his odd choice of words. "What."
With a hint of malice that could only come from being called hair-deprived, Ikkaku smiled and said, "All you need to do, Captain, is stand by the door and wait for Ichigo to be finished."
Ichigo, who had been distracted with the sorry state his classroom had descended into, snapped to attention at Ikkaku's words. Even more so when Kenpachi began to agree! "Not a bad idea, Ikkaku! Hear that, Ichigo? Looks like we get to fight after all!" Kenpachi's grin grew wide as he anticipated good times ahead.
Frustrated, Ichigo pulled at his own hair as he struggled to understand anything that had happened! Thankfully, as if his mind was being read, Renji stepped in to save the day. "Hold on a minute! Let's all be reasonable! A lot happened just now, and we need to calm down!"
"Class is still in session..."
...
Oh.
Toshiro had stated something that had fallen by the wayside, forgotten in the utter circus that had transpired.
"Aaaah!"
The sudden squeals startled everyone, the fangirls who were paralyzed by Ulquiorra had awoken, only not in a bout of fear...
"He touched me! Ooh, I'm never washing this hand again!" "Do you think he'll choose one of us to be his mate?" "Ugh, didn't Orihime touch him first? I'm not gonna—"
"Sit the hell down!" Toshiro was not going to have any of it. Thankfully, the girls listened and took their seats, away from the angry ice Captain. Turning to Ichigo, he quickly said, "Ichigo, what are you going to do about this class?"
"Um..." Ichigo stood still and got to thinking.
An idea struck him, and he couldn't help but smile widely. "And that's how us guys act around each other!"
...
Everyone was stunned at his proclamation.
"Huh?!"
"What?"
"Eh?"
"Just let it end already!"
"Hahahaha!"
Ichigo continued talking as he began to walk toward every named character in the room. "Us guys, we're simple people. Sometimes we just wanna keep the peace." He turned to Toshiro, who was still somewhat in shock.
"You know what, this is acceptable. Just remember you have to do this for the remainder of the semester."
Ichigo winced at that reminder, but kept smiling on his merry way. "Sometimes, we like to stir up trouble. Mostly for kicks. Mostly." He turned to Ikkaku, who was feeling very self-satisfied.
"You're welcome, Ichigo! Aren't you lucky to have known me, pal? Now you can fight the Captain, and no one will be able to interrupt! Oof!"
Ichigo roughly laid a hand on Ikkaku's shoulder. It was almost as if he wanted to hurt him. "Some of us just take up space, because they haven't done much this chapter." He then turned to Renji.
It took a minute for the implications to hit him. "Hey, don't give me that! I've done stuff today!"
"All you did was say a few lines."
Renji threw his arms up in frustration. "Screw this! See if I help you next time!"
As if to further cement his role in this AU, Renji stepped around a patient Kenpachi and tried to exit, only to end up slipping on a piece of paper art. Rubbing his head, Renji picked up the sheet and saw what looked like a portrait of him, shirtless, and hunched over something. "Hey, this is actually pretty good! Got the tattoos right and everything! What am I doing there tho—"
Unfortunately, that "something" turned out to be "someone". And... "Why are my pants down? Is that Ichigo?! WHAT AM I DOING TO HIIIIM!?" Renji tore up the adult material into itty bitty pieces. He turned sickly green and booked it out of there.
The other subject matter kept on smiling, although he was now crying blood... Ichigo continued, "And sometimes we just wanna fight." He had two people to walk to with that one, and Grimmjow was currently the lesser of two evils.
"..." Ellipses.
"Grimmjow, you there? URK!" Ichigo had been sucker-punched in the gut.
The Espada indeed threw the punch, but he wasn't all there. "Rrrgh, get me out of here already."
"Hey! Don't soften him up! Ichigo and I still need to fight! Then maybe the two of us can have at it." yelled Kenpachi from the other side of the room.
Grimmjow's eyes were empty, up until he punched out the window and said, "Fuck this!" He made his escape.
Ichigo composed himself and turned to the class. "And so, that's what us Bleach men prefer to do. Not each other. Now if you'll excuse me..."
*Whoosh!* *Ph-oom!* Whether or not I used the correct sound for a Flash Step, Ichigo hightailed it out in a manner similar to Grimmjow, only instead of a window, he chose to bust down the outside wall.
"You can't run away, Ichigo!" Kenpachi sprinted toward the wall and practically bulldozed the rest of it down, giving chase to his opponents. Bloodcurdling screams could be heard as Ichigo and Grimmjow ran off into the horizon.
Toshiro was the only one left.
"Things can't get any worse, I've hit rock bottom... Things can't get any worse, I've it rock bottom..." he repeated to himself, hoping he can convince himself, as the bell finally rang and the students left without incident.
Shuffling could be heard by Toshiro's feet, as Izuru pulled himself out from the debris of his classroom. "Ugh, how long have I been out?"
Without so much a hint of concern, Toshiro calmly said, "That's right, your class was disrupted too."
Izuru saw a fellow comrade-in-suffering, and pulled a haiku out of thin air:
"My body will heal,
the condition will improve.
I remain kneeled down."
...
"Things are already better, I'm not Kira. Things are already better, I'm not Kira..." Toshiro repeatedly said to himself, convinced things will be all right, all while ignoring the sullen look Izuru was giving him.
Just as soon as Toshiro was starting to believe, a tomato collided with his head. A student could be heard saying "You suck!" before running off into the hallway.
...
"Oh right, I have haters." *WHOOSH!* He ran off in the same direction that the student ran off to. "GET BACK HERE AND SAY THAT TO MY FACE!"
His footsteps eventually faded from earshot. Izuru was now the only one left. "Guess I'll clean up." Releasing Wabisuke, he carefully applied a squeegee edge to its blade and began sweeping. A long day was ahead of him.
A/N: Well then! I'm finally back! It'll be slow goings, though. Yeah, at some point I forgot about Renji. He was there. I just decided to play the trickster with him.
I'd like to say thanks to those who fave'd and followed this fic and to those who were patient. It means a lot if you could review! Not much else to say, probably a couple of weeks before a new chapter... No need to be a downer, let's enjoy the now! See you next period!