A/N: Damn, this is fun!

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Getting into Karakura High School proved to be a little more difficult than we had thought.

Probably because I was the only real high school student out of us three.

But so what? Zane was pretty much as tall as me and Max, and when they tried they could act pretty mature.

Or so I thought.

To get registered, it took a helluva lot of persuading and money. And the goddamn principal wouldn't believe we were all three orphaned siblings, so we had to persuade Kisuke to get his lazy ass down there and pretend to be our dad.

Which wasn't all that convincing. I mean, he could probably pass off as Max's dad, but me and Zane? Yeah, that was a little harder. And we couldn't pretend Yoruichi was our mom, mainly because her skin was too dark. All three of us had pretty pale skin, and there was no way the stupid principal would believe that.

So, when the principal asked why my eyes were such a deep green and why Zane's were such a deep blue when Kisuke's were gray, we said Zane had our mom's eyes and I used contacts to make mine like that. Then he asked about our hair. I told him I dyed mine, which was pretty damn obvious, and Zane had our mom's dark brown almost black-ish hair and freckles.

He didn't really push that, because we said our mom died. And it looked like he really did not want to deal with 3 emotional students in his office.

Pansy.

Anyway, I think he believed that Max was Kisuke's daughter (they really did look a lot like each other) and that me and Zane were siblings, but I really don't think he believed me, Zane and Max were all related.

But we were causing such a fuss that I think he just wanted us the hell out of there, so he let us register.

Yay!

But now we owe Kisuke. Big time.

Dammit.

Then we got our uniforms. Which sucked. In my old high school, we didn't need uniforms. Just ID badges so they knew we weren't some crazy ass freak coming to kill everyone.

Anyway, I tried to demand a male student uniform, but they wouldn't allow it. Stupid school.

The reason I didn't want a girl uniform was because of that damn skirt. It was waaaay too short, and it looked really slutty.

That, and the fact that I cannot STAND skirts. They piss me off.

Max didn't look too thrilled about the skirt either, but she didn't put up a big huge fit like I did.

I really did not want to wear that damn thing.

By the next morning, I had fixed the skirt issue.

After we registered, I "borrowed" some money from Kisuke and went shopping. It wasn't an all out shopping spree, even though I was so tempted, I just needed one thing.

A pair of light blue jeans.

Which I found.

They were the perfect pair. They were flare jeans, my favorite, and they were that really weird light blue-gray wash color so they matched my outfit perfectly.

So, on the first day of school, I wore the jeans under my skirt. Which I couldn't get in trouble for, because I was still wearing the school uniform. So ha.

When we got to school, we were all in the same class so Ms. Ochi introduced us. No one seemed really excited for getting three new students.

There had already been a couple new kids.

Toshiro's group had already gotten here, and were apparently new yesterday.

Although people did stare a little at my funky hair and one kid yelled out, "Why are you wearing pants?"

My temple throbbed, just a little. "Because these skirts are slutty."

"So?"

"So, I'm not a slut you faggot!"

I got detention for that.

"That wasn't very beautiful." I heard Yumichika mutter.

"I don't know, it's kind of a cute look." Rangiku said.

"Shut up! I can hear you, ya know! Stop talking about me like I wasn't standing right here! And I don't care if it's 'beautiful' or not, pretty boy!" I pointed at Yumichika, my temple throbbing.

The class laughed, and Yumichika just flipped his hair and glared at me.

I glared right back.

Then, when Ms. Ochi told us to take our seats, I sat in the one right behind Yumichika.

Just so I could bug the hell out of him all day.

I don't like Yumichika all that much.

Although, he is pretty good looking.

Just saying.

Max and Zane sat on either side of me, and we were all in the back row. Ikkaku (that poor soul) was in front of Max, and Renji was in front of Zane.

Needless to say, Ikkaku now pretty much hates Max, and Yumichika hates me.

Renji doesn't hate Zane, although Zane did put a note on the back of Renji's shirt that said, "Kick me if you think I should switch my name to Red Pineapple", so he did get kicked, a lot, that day.

Especially by Ichigo, but that was mostly because he just wanted an excuse to kick Renji.

At lunch, Me, Max and Zane all sat by ourselves. But not for very long.

"Hi! You're the new kids, right?"

We looked up to see a smiling Orihime. Figures. She would be the one to try to make friends with us.

Max nodded and smiled back. "Yup! I'm Max, that's Zane, and that's Meridian." she said, pointing at each of us respectively.

"I'm Orihime Inoue. It's nice to meet you! Do you guys want to come join me and my friends for lunch?" she asked.

Zane started to say no, but I quickly cut him off. "Sure Orihime! Thanks."

We got up and followed Orihime over to where the others sat, and Zane whispered to me, "Ya know, this might not be a good idea. Ikkaku and Yumichika already hate you guys."

I smiled. "All the more reason to join them, bro."

He chuckled quietly and we sat down in their little circle. Orihime started introductions.

"Guys, this is Meridian, Max, and Zane." She pointed to each of us in turn.

They all waved or said some form of hello before Orihime was shooting out their names at us.

"And here's Ichigo, Rukia, Chad, Uryu, Toshiro, Rangiku, Ikkaku, Yumichika, Renji, Tatsuki, Keigo, Mizuiro, and Chizuru."

"Why hello~ Max." Keigo said. "Wow you're pretty!"

"Awww, she's so cute!" Chizuru tackled me into a hug.

Zane laughed at us.

"Leave me alone, Chizuru." I punched her, and Tatsuki gave me an approving smile.

"Freak." Max said calmly. She took Keigo's hand (he had been trying to hold hers) and bit him before kneeing him in between his legs.

He doubled over on the ground, and everyone laughed.

Haha. Stupid Keigo.

The rest of lunch was fun, we all got along really well, but no one mentioned anything remotely close to hollows, Soul Reapers, the Soul Society, Quincys, or anything. Not even a hollow alert.

I was a little bummed.

Of course, that probably had to do with the fact that Tatsuki, Keigo, Mizuiro, and Chizuru knew nothing about that stuff. And that they didn't know that we did.

We mentioned that we had no parents, so Orihime asked us where we were living.

"With an old friend." Zane said.

"He owns a little run down candy store." Max added.

Everyone except for Tatsuki, Keigo, Mizuiro and Chizuru stared at us.

Haha.

"Do you mean, Kisuke Urahara?" Ichigo asked.

I smiled knowingly. "Yup, that's him. Do ya know him?"

"Friend of my dad's," he mumbled, before completely changing the subject.

I exchanged a glance with Max and Zane.

It's so much fun messing with their heads.

Twenty minutes after school let out for the day, I met up with Max and Zane at Kisuke's.

"Hey guys." I waved.

Zane looked surprised. "Didn't you get detention today for calling that kid a faggot?" he asked.

"Yup."

"Detention lasts an hour. It's only been twenty minutes."

"I know." I smiled.

He laughed. "Nice! Did you climb out the window?"

"Yup. The one in the girl's bathroom."

Max and Zane both laughed.

Then someone else walked into the shop.

And stopped and stared at us, apparently forgetting we said we were staying here.

Renji.

Ha, this was going to fun.

I mock-saluted him. "How's it going, Lieutenant?"

"W-what?" he spluttered, not expecting that.

"Hey Max," Zane said suddenly. "What's your favorite number?"

"Why, I'd have to go with 6." she replied, smiling. "And you?"

"Oh, definitely 6." Zane said back, smiling as well.

"What about you, Lieutenant? What's your favorite number?" I grinned evilly.

He stared at us, apparently unsure what to do.

"Come on now, Lieutenant. It's a very simple question. I'm sure you deal with much harder crap than this on a daily basis." I sounded pretty smug at this point.

Kisuke popped his head in the room then. "My favorite number's 12. Come on now, Renji. Don't you think it would just be appropriate that your favorite be 6?"

"D-do they know?" Renji asked, surprised.

Kisuke smiled evilly. That genius bastard was so on our side. "Know what, Lieutenant?"

"You know damn well what I'm talking about!" Renji yelled.

Kisuke just laughed and walked away.

Me, Max and Zane all burst into fits of laughter.

"Screw you guys," Renji muttered, walking to the back of the shop.

We just laughed harder.