A/N Hey! I figured out how to change a chapter without totally reloading it, so I figured it was in my best interest to put this in here :P Anyways... Thanks for reading my story. This is my first one so it's completely and totally understandable if you don't like it. It is, after all, trial and error, right? Well, I'm sure you don't wanna read this so I'll let ya get to the actual story. Enjoy!

Bleach: Kubo Tite owns Bleach, not me, sadly. I only wish I did. But I do own this plot ;)

Day One

Karukara High School

Normal POV

He woke up to the loud, annoying shrieking of his alarm clock demanding that he get the hell up. Groaning and cursing under his break, he rolled over to kill the damn electronic menace only to find beady eyes staring at him, chin resting on the side of Ichigo's bed. Yelping, in a very many way of course, he flew off the bed to escape whoever the hell was watching him in his sleep. Turning around abrutly to stare and possibly serious injure the attacker, his fear and surprise immedietly twisted into annoyance and anger when he realized it was only his crazy nutjob of a father.

"MY DARLING SON, IT'S FINALLY THE DAY FOR YOU TO RETURN TO SCHOOL TO FILL YOUR HEAD WITH KNOWLEDGE ABOU-," he was suddenly stopped by a fist in his face from his so called darling son with a look of pure annoyance stamped on his face.

"Damn it, crazy old goat face, what the hell did I tell you about staring at me while I sleep, eh? I swear, you're the most annoying dad ever! Now get the hell out of my fucking room!" Without any warning he threw his dad out of his room and shut the door right behind him.

Running his hand over the front of his face he snorted as he heard his dad running down the stairs shouting something like 'MISAKI, OUR DARLING SON DOESN'T LOVE ME ANYMORE,' and he could just picture him going downstairs straight to his mother's poster to hug it. His amused expression suddenly morphed into the form of a frown as he remembered that fateful day long ago. He could remember every little detail, from the knife that hit the wet pavement to the blood that soaked down to his bones. Ichigo shook his head, desperately trying to dispel that horrible memory and looked over to his alarm clock and gasped when he saw those red numbers stating the time tauntingly. "Shit, I'm gonna be late if I don't hurry up," he mumbled to himself as he headed for the closet.

After slipping into a plain black tee shirt and somehow managed to force his black skinny jeans on, he grabbed his jacket from on top of his desk and swung it over his shoulder along with his book bag. He trudged down the stairs and headed for the kitchen, noticing that his sisters weren't awake yet and then remembered that Karin had mentioned leaving early to go practice soccer and Yuzu stating that she would tag along. Ichigo popped a piece of bread into the toaster, pulled the lever down, and headed to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. Opening the fridge he noticed a note on the front of the a brown paper sack. Tearing the note off he read what was clearly in Yuzu's handwriting "Ichigo, I made you lunch for school. It's your favorite!"

Smiling, Ichigo crumbled the note, stuck it into his front pocket, grabbed his lunch, and took a water bottle. At that moment he heard the toaster make a loud 'ding' as the bread sprung out, and he smelled the distinct smell of burnt toast. Grumbling under his breath about how the 'damn toaster hated him' he took it out of the damned device and unplugged it. Then he was on his way to the torture they called school.

Entering school ground he heard the sound of people walking up to him from behind. Looking over his shoulder that didn't have his bag slung over it he sees his friends. Rukia was looking to him with a big grin on her face, her black raven styled hair blowing softly in the breeze, Renji with a face splitting grin, his red hair up in its normal spiky ponytail, his tatoos inked onto his forehead that led down to his chest. Then there was Chad with a slight smile walking beside a grinning Orihime with orange hair flying all over the place since she was jumping up and down waving to him. To the left was Shinji, showing his piano tooth grin in all its glory with his blonde hair and his outfit that screamed gay with Uryuu Ishida to the right, hiding his small smile while he pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose.

The first one who reached him was Renji who put his arm around Ichigo's shoulder, leaning in enough to whisper into Ichigo's ear without anyone hearing, "Good job there, berry. Your song hit number one on the charts again, but I'm sure you already heard about this, correct?" Renji whispered to him, his breath tickling his ear as he spoke.

Ichigo couldn't help the smirk that was slowly forming on his lips. Of course he knew his new song had hit number one on the charts, who didn't know? It was everywhere. On billboards, on the radio, on the T.V., everywhere, 'Tensa tops charts again'. He was the best after all, he deserved to be talked about. But, like everything it did come with a price, which is presicely why he had his stage name. Nobody except for his family and friends knew and he would do and already did do everything in his power to keep it that way.

All of this friends came up and congratulated him on his success, the funniest being Shinji. He had thrown himself at Ichigo, in tears, commenting on how his best friend was gonna grow up to be a big rock star and was going to ditch him for rich friends, hugging him and almost choking him to death. He only stopped when Orihime panicked and said that Ichigo's face was turning purple. Finally, after letting Ichigo go they continued on into school property.

Shiro's POV

If you thought I was pissed, that was a fucking understatement. The last thing I wanted to be doing was going to this hell hole; nontheless, I had came knowing I had to keep up a good attendence record. Sighing, I walked up to the board that stated what class you were in for the new school year. Quickly scanning the board, I found my name and headed off in the direction to my homeroom. I definitely didn't miss the stares and hushed whispers sent my way and I smiled, but that quickly reminded me why I was pissed the fuck off in the first place.

I had worked all month for that one song, barely putting any effort into any of my other songs, only to have it land number two on the charts again. I doubted anyone could understand how much I hated that Tensa bastard, he didn't deserve that spot every month. Everyone knew that he hid his real identity which meant he only put a half ass effort toward music, which ticked me off even more. Here I am, putting all my heart and soul into music and it can't contend with a half assed piece of work.

Growling, effictively silencing the people around me I finally found myself in front of my homeroom. Opening the door with a lot more force that was absoultely necessary I surveyed that people in the room. Finding nobody that I knew or anybody interesting I made my way to the back of the classroom sitting next to the seat by the window that overlooked the school. I never enjoyed sitting next to the window, the sunshine shining in my eyes making it hard to doze off during an especially boring lesson or when it rained it made me cold and depressed, which, in turn, made me a very agitated albino.

The students in the class room and the ones that entered it apparently weren't blind and noticed my pissed off aura that no doubt settled around me; therefore, they took the seats near the front of the class and to the right, smart idea. Not imagining anyone would be stupid enough to come anywhere near me at this point, I rested my head on my elbow that laid on the desk, trying to get more sleep that I was deprived of when I was forced to wake up this morning.

Moments before falling asleep, the door was thrown open and I lazily opened up my eyes and glanced up only to have my frown return full force at what I saw. Of fucking course, just my damn luck. Grimmjow stood in the doorway looking around with the most menacing glare I've ever seen from him. I couldn't stop the small snicker that escaped my lips since I knew exactly what had pissed him off so much. Grimmjow was used to being top on the charts, then second when Tensa appeared out of the blue, then down to third this month because of me.

I cursed myself when he looked straight at me. I had forgotten that that guy had the sharpest hearing, way too sharp for any normal human which is why some people called him part panther. The moment his eyes found me his lips turned up into a feral smile and he started gliding over to me. Fucking shit. This wasn't going to end well, if it ended at all.

Finally reaching me, he sat on the edge of my desk and sneered down at me.

"Hey there, snow white. Almost forgot that your white ass went to this school. Guess I found my new person to torture this year. Can't wait until I get to fuck your life up," he laughed and walked off only to sit to my left one seat up.

Fucking fantastic, I thought to myself. Instead of showing any annoyance on my face, not wanting to give him the pleasure of knowing he could rile me up, I yawned and put my head down again to try to sleep, again. By now there were only four seats left. One in front of me, to the left, to the right, and a desk to the right one seat up, so I imagined that nobody else would be coming in, since normally there was never a full class. Immedietly after thinking this I felt the dull feeling of sleep pull me under and blackness swallow my vision.

I was jolted awake when the door was opened. Actually, not so much the door opening, but the obnoxious laughter that spilled from the lips of the students entering the class room. I looked up, clearly ticked off that someone had woke me up. But that definitely didn't last long, not after I saw one boy.

He had bright orange hair that reached down to his shoulder, tan skin that just begged to be touched, and the sexiest eyes I have ever seen. They were a warm, brown honey color that were shining, tears streaming down his face from laughing too hard and too much. And those lips, I unconciously licked my own. I had never had this much of an urge to ravish someone so totally and completely.

Something inside of me clicked at that moment and I shook my head, trying my damn hardest to not look at that boy that was still laughing at his friend. Although I didn't stare at him it was pretty hard to miss his conversation, what, with them almost shouting.

"Nice going, you moron! You almost made us late for class, on the first day no less! I should throw you out the nearest window! You're the biggest idiot, Shinji!" shouted the red head, throwing his hands up in exasperation.

"Well you weren't helping either, you clueless baboon! You said it was on the other side of the school! I swear, Renji, if Ichigo didn't make perfect grades you'd be on the same intelligence level!" screamed the guy with blonde hair who I figured was Shinji.

"Who the hell are you calling a baboon? And I'm nowhere as idiotic as Ichigo. He's a complete failure! The only good thing is his grades!" shouted what I assumed was Renji.

"Can you both shut the hell up before I die laughing at your idiocy and before you make Orihime any more uncomfortable? And stop calling me an idiot, you're both worse then me! Also, if you haven't noticed yet, the whole fucking class is staring at you two arguing like a pair of love struck idiots," commented the drool inducing boy who finally stopped laughing and now wore a scowl as he wiped the tears away from his eyes.

So, his name was Ichigo was it? I smiled, thinking about how the name fit him all too perfectly and I idly wondered if he tasted like strawberries as his name stated. I was forced out of my disturbing thoughts when something moved on all sides of me. I looked to my right, seeing the girl whose name I think was Orihime, Shinji sitting in front of her, Renji in front of me, and Ichigo sitting to the left of me.

I couldn't help but blink a few times in surprise. Then I remembered that those were the only seats left in the class and deep inside I smiled to myself. Suddenly I was very happy that I had come to school today. Out of nowhere, I suddenly got an idea that made me want to rub my hands together like a villain out of a movie.

I leaned back in my chair and kicked my feet out, 'accidently' knocking my bag over, making all the papers inside fly everywhere. "Shit," I muttered, rather loudly, as I rested my chair back to its normal position on the ground and got down on my hands and knees to pick up my papers.

I was pleased when I saw tan fingers appear in my line of vision and started helping me pick up my papers, but I managed not to smirk or smile, just kept on my calm facade. It took alot less time then I would have liked when all the papers were off the floor and organized.

When Ichigo and I stood up I noticed that he was staring rather intently at one of piece of paper he had found. I looked down to see it was a draft for one of my new songs for next month and I frowned, not remembering placing it inside my bag, though it didn't really change anything. It only did if Grimmjow saw it and decided to steal it, but I was sure that he would have more pride then that, being a stuck up asshole and what not.

"Thanks for ya help, saved me alot a' trouble. Name's Shiro," I said as he looked up from the paper with a slight smirk and I couldn't help but ask, "wha' tha' smirk for?"

"Oh, nothing really, just a random thought," I raised my eyebrow as he shook his head, "name's Ichigo. Nice to meet you," he said as he held out his tan hand to me.

I took it and put a little more pressure then absolutely needed, genuinly surprised when he didn't squirm like most people would, but applied more force then let go.

I knew that it was probably meaningless, but for some reason that smirk really irked me and I couldn't help but ask again what it was for. One eyebrow still raised I questioned, "Pleasure, but I am rather curious bout' wha' tha' smirk was for."

Ichigo looked back my way, but instead of a smirk, he now wore a frown. He stared at my face with a look of intense concentration, almost like he was trying to solve a difficult math problem, a slight wrinkle appearing at the top of his nose, which might I add was fucking adorable. Finally, heaving a sigh, he turned back toward the window saying, "Don't worry, it was really nothing. I was just trying to imagine how the notes on that paper would sound, and found it slightly amusing that it wasn't as complicated after finding the main note," and with that he stopped talking, tapping his fingers on his desk.

Staring dumbfounded at him I couldn't get my jaw to move or work right from complete shock. After the blood finally started flowing back into my brain, the rage finally took hold. How dare he! That fucking little brat. What the hell did he know and what the fuck was he trying to say? Did he not know who the hell I was?

Teeth snapping together defiantly with a click I heard the low laugh from the seat in front of Ichigo. I turned my head to glare daggers at Grimmjow who, after seeing me so pissed, stopped trying to hold back his laughter and started out right laughing at me.

But no, it didn't stop there. Right after that idiot started laughing I saw the person in front of me shoulder's start to shake with what could only be identified as laughter. What the hell was up with the red head? It was bad enough that Ichigo had insulted me, but his fucking friend had to go and rub salt into my wounds? Hell no. I couldn't and wouldn't stand for this.

Right as I turned my head to start cussing out the orangette I actually payed attention to the beat he was tapping with his fingers. Astonished I listened and looked down at my paper that my new, soon to be song was written on. I felt my eyes widen when the beat and notes matched perfectly. That was impossible! The only way it could be was if this kid had a photographic memory, but also knew how to read notes like a fucking professional. And, trust me, if he was a professional I would know. You had to know your enemies better then they knew themselves if you wanted to kick their ass, right? So, who the hell was this kid with bright orange hair?

So... Good? Hoping so! I really had fun writing this so I hope that people like it so I have the motivation to keep going. Thanks for reading, it is very much appreciated. Also, feel more then free to write a review. I just love hearing from everyone. It is truly rewarding :D