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Authors Notes: Sorry for no update for a while, school, job. You know, busy busy. Anyway, To Jingle Bells: Thanks for reviewing again, and as for your question…well people will review when they review or something deep like that.

History and Her

Chapter Three: Dazed Day

You would think that school kind of flows after a while. Truth is, it doesn't, and being that way can get boring real quick. Whatever, if I have any advice it's this: keep your mind occupied, yeah that works.

My buddy Ichigo, when he walks into school with bandages or bruises on his face, its no big deal, but, when I walked in with a few on my face…things got kind of dicey…and not in the summer blockbuster way.

"Man Keigo, what the hell happened to you?" Mizurio asked, sitting down next to me like he does everyday, because you know, seating charts and stuff. I shuffle away my history book, damn; I was just getting to the Seinan Uprising…anyway.

"Nothing happened; I uh…cut myself shaving." I lied through my teeth, damn me and my still baby face.

"Uh huh." He said, obviously not convinced. Wanting to squash this quick before Mizurio the Mega Mouth tells the school his "truth" about the matter, I put my head down and with a really cool low voice, I tell the "truth".

"I was fighting ghosts, apparently me and my twin from across the pond…you know Ewan McGregor? Well we're both ghost fighters who fight ghosts with uh…uh…ghost fighting swords…and…dude look its Orihime!" lucky for me Mizuiro is a total horn dog and he, like most of the other guys (and a few girls as he has told me) are totally submissive to the power of Orihimes' chest. Though he's a bit cooler about it than most Mizuiro still lets his eyes fall there every now and then, again lucky for me.

Now, if you knew Orihime, you would know that she's not dumb, rather she's just native…no wait, naïve. Sorry I was up late watching that Chrono Crusade show. Who the hell puts an anime on at two in the morning? Besides that weird programming block in America…bad swimming or whatever the heck it's called. Anyway, back on topic, Orihime is naïve, and quite prone to a person taking advantage of her. But, there are two, no, three people who would kill for her. One being Tatsuki, the Tale Vudo chick always at her side, two would be Mr. Badass Ichigo, and three would be Chad, I mean he kicked Oshimas ass for Ichigo.

Oh wait…I beat Oshima too. Damn, can't help if that brings a smile to my face, but that butt hole deserved it. Speaking of which the jerks absent from school today and his buddies (all one of them) have been avoiding me like the plague.

Again, anyway it's going pretty normally here at school. Ichigo was in for a little while that morning, but he and Rukia took off again. Jeez, those two. Whatever it is they're doing it won't matter. It's going to get to the point where me covering for them won't be enough and Mizuiro and his mouth will take over.

Realizing that my math teacher, Mr.Senzura (everyone calls him Senzuri) was just droning on and that Mizuiro was still ogling Orihime. I was able to smuggle out my book, my history book, and finally get some reading done. With a smile I can feel creeping up my chin as I turn to the chapter on the Seinan War, wanting to see how this one got started, but before I begin I look up and see that all the guys (except Chad, I swear that guys asleep, and Ichigo obviously, him not being here.) are all ogling Orihime as well as a few of the girls, that Chizuru being one of them, I swear that has to be an act. That whole lesbian thing she has going on seems so damn forced…but again in my deep mind: whatever.

Looking out and around the class I take a peek at Orihime. Cute. Just not my type really, I then see her friend, the girl who always seems to be near her in some respect: Tatsuki Arisawa. She's in my opinion way hotter than Orihime. Course if I told her, she'd beat my face in. She's like that, but as long as I don't do anything stupid I stay on her good side. Lucky again for me that after hanging out with her and Orihime that morning with the guys she has all but forgiven me about the whole "special interest magazine" incident of the day before. Tatsuki always seems protective of Orihime, and today it one hell of a non-exception. The girl is glaring daggers at everyone, not to mention grinding her fist into her desk. Needless to say, the guys (and girls) got the point and backed off.

However, something weird happened, my eyes met hers. Nothing stupid or deep or anything but just for a moment, her glare met my blood shot from too much TV the night before eyes. Her glare disappeared and I had to blink a few times, what the hell? She jerks her head a bit towards Orihime with a questioning look. I take a look around, nope no one else she's referring too. Chad's snoring (called it.), Mizuiro's praying and…wait…that just leaves me?

I look again and she still has that questioning look, I then realize what it means. She thinks I was ogling? No, no way, never, not a chance, well, at least not as long as the other guys were. Imagine how difficult it was trying to convey this in a nod, so imagine instead me just nodding "Hell no!" slightly frantically but with a little grace and poise. Tatsuki quirks an eyebrow but then turns her head back to the front of the class, I breathe the quietest sigh my lungs could allow.

Ah, one crisis averted I think. Now I can get back to my history or more technically my history book on contemporary historical events. Cracking open what I consider to be my holy tome, I look down at the pages and wonder if I should look to Stalingrad next but so predictably…the friggin bell destroys history.

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"Yo Keigo!" damn it all to hell! Why won't Mizuiro bug off? Yeah he's my buddy, but you need to understand that I understand him better than he does. That means I know he's going to ask:

"So what's the deal with those bandages man? You get into a fight…nah, you trying to impersonate Strawberry and trick the girls into thinking you had a fight?" Mizuiro asked. I felt like proving that I had had a fight right then and there, by using Mizuiro to reenact it with. But I was tired, and those damn institutional torture books (excluding my mags and my history book of course.) in my back pack were crushing my spine faster than the French over the Rhineland…damn, World War II pop in. I look at him for a second, gauging whether I could bull shit him before passing period was over. My class wasn't too far down the hall…

"Look Mizuiro, I just…fell asleep, slammed my head down on some pens…while drawing my new manga for Jump magazine. Jeez, ya got me." I say with all the actors flourish I could muster. Mizuiro is about to respond, but Orihime and Tatsuki then appear at both his sides (lucky guy).

"Hey Mizuiro do you know where Ichigo is today?" Orihime asked, her innocence making me feel guilty for ever thinking a "naughty" thought about her. Mizuiro nods with a disappointed look; I guess a little put off that he can't get some dirt on me…yet.

"Dunno Orihime. Ichigo took off with Rukia before you or Tatsuki got here. I think some it was some kind of family emergency or something."

"Whose, Ichigos?" Tatsuki asked.

"Nah, I think it was Rukias, I mean, Keigo and I heard her cell phone ring." The two girls and one Mizuiro looked to me for confirmation. Whoa, I forgot I was there a minute, trippy huh? Yeah, well I nodded in the affirmative with a yawn. Mizuiro and Orihime then walk on to class…wait, two? Where's-

"Hey Keigo, can we talk?" Tatsuki said, looking up slightly at me. Oh yeah I forget I am taller than her. I'm not really sure what to say, this girl has never wanted to talk to me exclusively, hell she once referred to me as "infamously delusional".

"Uh, maybe after school or something you know…class. That we should get to…in the next thirty seconds?" I say realizing that the bell is literally thirty seconds away.

"Alright, after school then," she says to my back, damn. "I want to know who kicked your ass, or whose ass you kicked, okay?" she said with a pat on my shoulder and a dash to class.

The bell rings and I'm stuck out in the hall, late. What the hell is going on? Suddenly I see Rukia dash past me and into the class. Wait a second, if Rukia is here than that means only one thing. A second later Ichigo stumbles up next to me, face freshly filled with bandages, looking at me with my new bandages we as guys have only one thing to say:

"S'up."

To Be Continued