A/N So here's a bit quicker of an update, though it is rather confusing. I do realize this chapter's not the best, but I'm really rushing to get to the actual plot of the story. It annoys me that I'm doing this, but I'm quite lazy. And also, I did a little change towards the end of chapter 3, so that it'll flow easier when the rest of the story comes along. You don't necessarily have to go back and read the last blurb, I'm just saying now there'll be a good dose of Shiba Kaien now.
Ah, the sweet smell of success. I have survived teaching a bunch of hooligans, the same way Ichigo is about to attempt. Haha, well on with the story!
Chapter 6
The students who'd earlier been burlesque and rowdy now looked at Ichigo blankly. Grimmjow and Ikkaku both looked at each other and laughed hysterically.
"What? You're the teacher, Carrot-top?" shouted the blue-headed punk.
"You're one to talk, blueberry." Ikkaku replied.
"Blue hair, blady, you're both staying after today and washing every single item that we use. You're also gonna wipe the tables AND mop the floors. You guys have caused enough ruckus the past fifteen minutes." Ichigo said, a vein threatening to pop near the side of his forehead.
"The fuck you talkin' about, carrot top!" Grimmjow said, angered by the punishment added already to his punishment of being here. He began to run up, only to be held back by Ulquiorra, the mate that'd walked in with him.
"It's Kurosaki to you.." Ichigo stopped for a second and looked down on his attendance sheet. Ichigo caught sight of a picture of his new student and scrolled across to see the name. "Alright, it's Kurosaki to you, Jeagerjaques."
"It's just Grimmjow, Kurosaki."
This punk's going to be a troublemaker, I can tell. I need to keep an eye on him. I've been through too much to let a class of punks, spare maybe Toshiro and the girl beside him in the back, ruin my plans.
Waving off all the other attempts at introductions, Ichigo began speaking again, no longer directly pointing conversation at Grimmjow.
"Students, you don't have to introduce yourselves, I know your names, and that's all I need to know. You know mine, I know yours. I know nothing of your personal life, and you know nothing of mine. Let's try to keep this professional. I'm not trying to be rude, I'm normally quite considerate. Just not to idiots. Now that formalities are over, take out a notebook and write this down." Ichigo said blandly, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes, a scowl visible on his typically dashing face. Ichigo didn't know that soon his statement would be considered the most ironic statement he'd spoken in a long time.
"Notebook! What notebook? We're here to be pansies and bake, not write novels!" Ikkaku said, a vein throbbing on his gleaming, shiny head bowling ball of a head.
"Aish! Shut the fuck up! You haven't shut ya trap since we got here! We haven't even said shit about baking yet!" the young man with the 69 on his face said.
"What are you, gay?" Ikkaku said incredulously, while Grimmjow grunted in agreement.
"Enough, all of you! Hisagi, leave it alone. Those two will pay in their own time. Maybe instead of community service, that Jeagerjaques will get some jailtime, and baldy will get something or other revoked." Ichigo said, glaring intently at Grimmjow, and sending Ikakku sidelong glances.
"You look like a freak when you do that with your eyes." Hisagi Shuuhei mumbled.
"ALRIGHT ENOUGH! JUST GET TO YOUR SEATS AND LISTEN!" A very ticked off Ichigo shouted at the class.
Toshiro Hitsugaya grunted and looked over to Hinamori Momo, who took the seat beside him.
"Shiro-chan, do you really think this was a good idea?" Momo asked.
A child prodigy's pride was not one to be messed with, though Toshiro knew better than to lash out on his closest friend. "Of course it is, don't you believe in your best friend? You'll learn quick, I promise! After all, Kurosaki is an old friend of mine." Toshiro replied, a hint of warmth and mirth in his voice.
"Easy for you to say, Shiro-chan. You're great at everything you do. I do appreciate you being here with me though, even if you don't have to be." Momo said, smiling at her beloved friend.
Every time she looked at her white haired friend, whom she affectionately calls "Shiro-chan," she remembered a little more of a time when everything was much simpler that what it was now.
"Momo! I bought you a teddy bear to replace the ripped one. I know it won't replace it sentimentally.." Toshiro started.
"Oh Shiro-chan! I love it!" Momo said as she hugged a now blushing Hitsygaya Toshiro.
"It's nothing special." Toshiro shrugged it off.
Fifteen minutes full brawls and verbal battles later, the class was finally settled in. Ichigo then began to instruct his hooligans on the recipe they'd carrying out that day. The students obliged, only arguing when they reached a disagreement with their peers; which in fact was quite often. A strange feeling was running amok in the orange-haired man, yet he couldn't quite place it. Suddenly, he had an urge to walk outside and take a breath. He couldn't though, he knew. He had a two-hour long class he'd have to watch over. He turned his around to grab his black notebook, only to find it not on the counter where he'd left it, but on the floor, a bit far from his counter.
Ichigo strolled over to get his notebook, something catching his eye as he picked up the notebook. There was a red ribbon in between the confines of his notebook.
It couldn't be. No, not while I'm deadest on having Rukia. But this ribbon, was she here? When did she come? Tatsuki didn't mention any visitors..
Ichigo was pulled out his thoughts when something cold hit his face.
"What the fuck!" Ichigo screamed.
"Well you were so busy reading your diary you didn't notice that we had been calling your name!" Grimmjow shouted.
Ulquiorra pulled Grimmjow back down to his seat, and whispered something in his ear. Grimmjow immediately sat down and shut up.
"Thank you, Ulquiorra." Ichigo said, confused at what had just happened, but thankful the blue-haired rebel has shut up.
"You have nothing to be thankful for, Kurosaki. I am merely doing my job."
The rest of the class went by fairly smoothly, without a peep from Grimmjow, and the occasional outburst by Shuuhei or Ikkaku. Toshiro and Momo kept themselves well reserved and busy with whatever Ichigo instructed them to do. Soon enough, class was dismissed and everyone left, save for Shuuhei.
"Well Ichigo, it's nice to see you pretend you don't know me, nor Hitsugaya. That's not nice, buddy." Shuuhei said, amusement in his voice.
"Oh save it, Hisagi. You've seen this class. Who knows what they would've thought. By the end of class, we would've been gay together or worse!." Ichigo said, rubbing his temples.
"Oh whatever. How about we go to the bar and have some fun? Relive the old days. We can call up Renji and Yumichika, maybe even Toshiro." Shuuhei said.
"Yumichika? The flamboyant "beautiful things are all I care about" Yumichika?" Ichigo asked, dubiously.
"Yeah, I heard he's made a new friend that's quite the drinker! Hotheaded and temperamental, but very good company, he says."
"Are you one hundred percent sure you're not gay? Sounds like you're trying to hook me up with this friend of his." Ichigo said questioningly.
"Oh shut up. I'm going to text Yumichika and Toshiro, you should go and check with Renji right now."
"Who would want to go to a bar at 3:00 in the afternoon?" Ichigo asked disbelievingly.
"Who said we were going now? We'll meet up at the usual club/bar at 6:30 and drink 'til morning!
"Whatever, sounds great, let's do it." Ichigo said, knowing he needed a break from the drama he'd infested his life with.
Ichigo stalked out of the classroom, over to Renji's wing. Five minutes of trooping later, he made it.
"Yo, Abarai."
Renji dropped his pan, cold sweat forming on his brows, making his tribal tattoos glisten slightly. He stuttered as he turned to face Ichigo. "Yeah, what's up, Kurosaki?
"Shuuhei wants to know if you wanna hit the club with us. Toshiro probably won't come, but Yumichika will, and he's bringing a new drinking mate." Ichigo said jokingly.
"I th-think I'll pass, bro." Renji said, still a bit shaken.
"Are you okay, Renji?" Ichigo said, minor concern shrouding his features.
"I'm fine." Renji said, as Ichigo sauntered over and put an arm around his shoulder.
"What are you, scared? You still a lightweight?" Ichigo said.
"Shut the fuck up! I can hold my drinks better than you can!" Renji said furiously.
'Well prove it. We're meeting at the old bar at 6:30. Be there or admit defeat, Abarai." With that, Ichigo walked back to his class, and received a thumbs up from Shuuhei, shooting up his own.
This'll be fun. It should be fun. It's a gathering between friends.