Sorry this took so long. lD
And this chapter is a little weird. BUT---at least Ichigo gets to talk to Shiro.
Enjoy!
Ichigo was sent home later that night. Aizen wanted someone to stay with him as a suprivisor, and thats where Grimmjow popped in. Aizen was well aware of the boys intentions and declined his request to stay with Ichigo. It seemed like Aizen didn't really care who it was, so he picked Hiyori. Yes, Hiyori. Pretty much everyones face fell.
As he walked home, he tried to ignore the smallish girl next to him. She had her hands behind her head and she was staring straight in front of her, oblivious to everyone else. She seemed so young to be in a gang. Especially that one.
"So, how did YOU get into a gang being so young? What are you? Thirteen?" Ichigo sounded more bitter than intended.
"Like you have the right to ask, dumbass." she murmured. "Parents comitted suicide. Guess I didn't have much of a choice. Wanted a home besides those bullshit orphanages so here I am." she spoke as if she couldn't care.
"Oh.."
Ichigo felt sort of out of place. If this gang was his new life, how was he supposed to fit in being the only one with a home? And Shiro, how could he face the boy? Or was he even allowed to talk to him? In all his trainwreck of thought, he didn't see Renji heading his way.
"Yo.." he paused when seeing Hiyori. "..Ichigo."
"Oi, dumbass, your not a Hollow are you?" she pointed a finger.
"No.."
"Okay then whatever. Hurry up Ichigo." she turned her back to them.
"Sorry about that Renji. And sorry about not speaking to you or Rukia in a while. Life has been.." he glanced to Hiyori. "..hell."
"I see that. Well, just making sure everythings ok. Don't treat us like strangers, ok?" he walked away with a wave.
Ichigo glanced back to Hiyori who looked like she was ready to move along. And so they did. When they had arrived at his house, he told her to go through the window. If she could make it up there that was.
"Everyone uses it like a door anyways.."
He was surprised when Hiyori looked like she merely leaped to get up to his window. She noticed his shock and shrugged her shoulders.
"You learn tricks. So what?"
This would be a long..probation.
Skipping the boring morning, lets just get to school. Wow, had he been stared at enough yet? Several times Ulquiorra seemed like he wanted to say something, but would close his mouth as he locked eyes with someone. Probably Grimmjow or someone else from Arrancar.
School was flat out ridiculous.
Shiro ignored him everywhere he went. He figrued the albino would be at least a little concerned, and before too long Ichigo had been coming up with reasons in his mind to why his stalker wasn't talking to him. How many did he come up with? He lost count.
When a bell to fourth period had rang, he felt someone tug on the back of his shirt and he then felt that he was being pulled. This mystery person led him into a very VERY cramped closet. Wait, closet?! Wha--?
"Hey."
The voice sounded firm and serious, but there was no mistaking the mist that seemed to roll off of it. Yes, it was Shiro. The same boy he had pretty much told to go fuck himself yesterday. Ichigo felt his hands start to shake in anxiety to which Shiro sighed.
"What is going on? Just please tell me, and I won't bother you ever again."
"Absolutely nothing." Ichigo flat out LIIIIED.
"Ichigo." he took the other boys shaky hands, which calmed them immediately. "Please, tell me."
Ichigo's words were caught in his throat as he felt the cold, almost dead like hands grasp his. As creepy as Shiro's hands may have felt, he liked it. His eyes drifted to the floor and silently wondered why he was the center of attention. He could have gone well without meeting anyone else. He would finally admit it. Finally that..
He wished he had only met Shiro.
Ichigo was about to say something until he heard a door open suddenly, and he fell backwards since he happened to be leaning on it. He was caught from falling, and looked up to see Grimmjow. His blue eyes were pretty much glaring hatred at the other male in the closet. Shiro was just surprised.
Ichigo backed up out of the way, and watched as two other males entered the scene. They took Shiro's arms and slammed him against the lockers. Just where exactly were all the teachers?! Grimmjow popped his neck and sneered as he reached out a clawed hand for the teens throat.
He was stopped when he felt cold steel press to the side of his head. His eyes slowly turned to see the most frightening thing in this almost empty hallway.
"Sup, bitch." Jigsaw emphasized bitch as she held her frontline shotgun to the boys head.
"You wouldn't.."
"I WOULDN'T?! HAHAHA, your fucking stupid. Good thing you defected before I killed you myself." her smile was anything but sane.
"U-uh..RETREAT! ICHIGO, COME!" he sprinted down the hallway along with his goons. They were gone.
The frightening female turned to look at Ichigo and he could clearly see the resemblance she had to Shiro. Their smile and eyes were exactly the same. Well, eyes were the same..shape. Her hair flared out in different directions and had a red streak going through the bangs. What did kids call that nowadays? Oh yeah, 'scene' hair. Whatever.
"So your the infamous kid." she propped her shotgun against her shoulder.
"Uhm look.. All I can say if I have no choice but to be with these guys." his head turned to see Shiro slowly getting up. "I'm sorry.."
"For what? Why are you so--"
"OH MY DAMN, you two, seriously?" she put her hands on her hips. "Just say I love you and part ways for now. Shit."
Both boys expressions went dead panned and Ichigo's face flushed a bright crimson while Shiro glared daggers at his sister.
"One more thing before I go, who are you?" Ichigo asked Jigsaw.
She turned her red eyes on the boy. "Founder of the Hollows pretty much. Schizophrenic murderer since I was fourteen. Shiro's sister. Jigsaw."
He nodded, in awe somewhat, and scrambled up to start running after his 'comrads'. When he ran past Shiro, the white haired teen breathed in, trying to remember what the boy smelt like. Wow.. He really needed to get laid.
"So.." Jigsaw began.
Oh shit she was still here.
"..you want to do him, huh?" that ruined it.
"Uh, not exactly. Wait, how did you know I was in trouble? And how did you know about Ichigo?"
She gave him one of those looks. "Well, obviously those Arrancar wanna fuck with us. Just seeing me makes three fourths of them choke, so why not hang around? Oh, and I asked Luppi. He was saying something about it the other day."
She then gave him the most blankest stare. "Fucking fruit."
Shiro was taken back by this. "Guh--!? SHUTUP PSYCHOPATH!"
"Flattery won't save you."
Sorry this chapter is so short. Its hard writing on a different computer than what I ususally am on.
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