Hitsugaya was drowning in a bath tub. He was struggling to get to the surface when an unearthly scream pierced his dream and woke him up, gasping for air. "Briiiinnnnnnggg!" went the alarm. He sat straight up in his bed, his heart pounding from the realistic dream. For a moment he couldn't remember where he was, or why was he there. Then suddenly, the flood of memories came back and he groaned. That's right, I had changed bodies with Kurosaki, he thought, looking down at the pyjamas that were not his. I wonder how she's doing, Hitsugaya thought of their last parting, and realized with a jolt that he missed her. He slammed the alarm down, causing its cries to die down. He walked to the bathroom and stared at the mirror as he brushed his teeth. Well, if I missed seeing her, I can just look in a mirror, he thought, then, as he understood the implications of this thought, added to himself hurriedly, Not that I care or anything, and rinsed his mouth, averting his eyes from the mirror.

When he came out from the bathroom, Yuzu was waiting for him, holding out a uniform. "Here, Karin, I've ironed your uniform for you," and with a smile, cheerfully handed him the uniform and went into the bathroom. Hitsugaya stood outside the bathroom, staring at the pieces of clothing in his hands. "Skirts?!"


Hitomi, a friend of the twins, was waiting for them at the road junction to walk to school together. She tapped her foot on the concrete ground and glanced at her watch for the umpteenth time. They were late and they're going to cause her to get into trouble too. As they approached her, she said,"Mo, why are you two so…" and trailed off as she saw Karin's face. The temperature dropped a few notches as Karin stared at her. She shivered involuntarily, and Karin walked in front of her, hands in pockets, fuming silently. She walked for a few steps before realizing that they weren't following her. She stopped and turned around, a few more veins popping out from her forehead. The two quickly caught up with her before they resumed walking.

"Why is Karin-chan even more irritated today than usual?" Hitomi whispered to Yuzu.

"She was throwing a tantrum about wearing a skirt again. It took the combined effort of me and Otousan to drag her out of the house," she whispered back.

"I thought that issue was resolved long ago?" she asked.

"So did I," she whispered back. The two stared at the tomboyish girl's back and shivered. Somehow, the surrounding air seems colder than usual.

Hitsugaya fumed all the way to school. He ignored all the people that jumped out of his way when they saw him. A skirt, he thought, I have to wear a bloody skirt. I sure hope Karin's having a hard time, 'cause I'm in hell. He tugged the skirt uncomfortably. It felt so cooling down there… it felt as if he wasn't wearing anything underneath. Why do girls wear these? They don't offer any comfort or protection at all. He sighed. Matsumoto would love this, he thought, thinking of the last time she tried to get him to wear a skirt.

The school bell rang just as they stepped into the classroom. People shifted, no, darted out of his way as he sat down next to Yuzu, sneaking glances at him as if he was a time bomb. Their form teacher, Miss Mizumi, sneezed as she entered the classroom. "Boy, is it me or does it feel colder in here?" she asked, smiling, expecting the students to laugh but was met instead with silence.


Hitsugaya looked out of the window at the field. Some guys were playing soccer at the field. He sighed. I wish I could be out there instead of being stuck here with the stupid lessons. He turned his attention back to the blackboard. An old geezer was writing some equations on the board. They were learning 'Algebra'. He had already learnt 'Algebra' when he was in Soul Society preparing for his mission to infiltrate a high school. Needless to say, he has no need to attend this elementary lesson, whereby "x + 3 4. Find x." . Then he spotted a mistake that the teacher made. A glaringly obvious one. He looked around the classroom nonchalantly. Their eyebrows were all squeezed together in concentration and confusion. No one seemed to have spotted the mistake. He looked again. The geezer was explaining how he arrived at the answer. That was wrong. Or rather, incomplete. The teacher looked at the class nodding their heads and smiled when he noticed that one wasn't nodding. He asked in concern, "Is there anything you don't understand, Kurosaki-chan?"

Hitsugaya could't stand it any longer. How dare use that condescending tone when he was the one making the mistake?! "Sensei," he said as he stood up abruptly, "there is something wrong with your answer."

A collective gasp can be heard from the class. Karin has challenged a teacher! The teacher narrowed his eyes and asked, " And, pray tell, what is wrong about my answer?"

"Well, the question is asking us to find out the distance x from building A to building B, given the time taken for person z to walk from A to B is speed q. Essentially, what sensei had done on the board is correct, but a negative answer should also be included. Suppose that person z was walking in the opposite direction of the defined positive direction? That would cause the answer to be negative, wouldn't it? Thus, we should also calculate the possibility of a negative answer," he concluded triumphly.

Stunned silence.

"But, Kurosaki-chan, what you are talking about is displacement, whereby the positive and negative signs indicates the direction, which is not in your syllabus until high school," the teacher said quizzically.

"Um, really? I didn't know that. Pardon my insolence," Hitsugaya said hurriedly as he sat down, knowing that he had screwed up. Everyone in the class stared at him like he just arrived from another world (which he did). He resumed to staring out of the window, cheeks flushing.

The math teacher looked at the blushing girl thoughtfully. Kurosaki chan was never prominent during lessons. Her grades were above average but not so good that it attracts attention (like her brother). He had always thought of her being smart, but without passion. Perhaps he was wrong.

"Kurosaki-chan?"

"Ye-es, sensei?" Was he busted?

"How would you like to join a team competing in the National Mathematics Challenge?"

By the end of the day, the young genius had gotten himself, no Karin, multiple invites to the science club, the multi-media club, the debate club, the Japanese Appreciation club and various competitions. He couldn't really refuse the offers thrust at him, especially with them using puppy dog eyes. He was, contrary to his Mr-I'm-So-Cool look, a sucker for puppy dog eyes. Boy, Kurosaki, are you going to have a surprise when you come back, he thought as he chuckled to himself.


Arrgghhh! I know this chapter came very late. (it's a bit short too) So sorry! I offer my most sincere apologies. bows down 90 degress Please don't be mad and continue to support this story. I'm thinking of having two more funny chapters before I begin to end the story. What do you think? Review and feedback please!