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Day Two

Karakura High School

Normal POV

Grimmjow and Shiro both trudged into the class room, both nursing heavy hangovers. Shiro had drank at least 3 bottles of alcohol the night before, not to mention all the shots of God knows what, he stopped caring somewhere along the way. Grimmjow wasn't any better. He had grabbed numberous bottles of hard core whiskey and just inhaled them. By the time they had both realized how drunk they were getting, it was too late and they were already past the point of no return, which only made them drink more. Shiro had arrived five minutes before Grimmjow and he was currently sitting in his chair, head in his hands that were being held up by propped elbows that were starting to tilt dangerously. Shiro flinched at the loud noise the door made when opened and he was about to crack and punch the next person that gave him a questioning glance, which there were plenty to go around.

Grimmjow entered the room, all his attention focused on not tripping or stumbling to show his killer hangover. He had tried every rememdy out there to cure it that morning, but it only seemed to make it worse. Still trying to make a convincing trip back to his desk, he pondered if it would have been better to stay at home, or better yet, just get drunk again. The thought process didn't last long, though, when it just spiked the pain in his head to new immesurable heights. He finally made it to his desk and fell into the chair with nothing close to the normal grace he possessed. People in the room were looking at Shiro and Grimmjow, some with curious glances, others with knowing smirks, and a few glances that looked like they held a bit of mild worry, only to be forgotten when their friends walked in or when they heard a new rumor that was spreading. They still had about five minutes until the bell rang that started class and the two celebrities were trying to prepare for that shrill bell they knew was about to scream at them.

It was at this moment that Ichigo walked in. His hair was back to it's normal orange color and his eyes no longer hid red contacts. He had slight bags under his eyes and he looked to be leaning a little too far to the right. Renji and Shinji followed after him, placing their hands on his shoulder and leading him to his seat. When he was finally seated, he blinked, trying to adjust to the sudden light that was streaming in through the window right in his face. You see, Ichigo wasn't someone who could hold their alcohol very well. Including the one drink he had with Hisagi, when he got in the limo and he had to hear Kenpachi and his obnoxious comments, he had drank a bottle of alcohol and he had been about as drunk as Grimmjow or Shiro. Of course, he didn't have a hangover nearly as bad as the other two, but he still wasn't feeling his best.

All the students were sitting in their seats now, just watching the clock tick down the final seconds of freedom before the new day began. Orihime had switched spots with Shinji, stating that she couldn't take the stench of alcohol that was just suffocating and overbearing in the back corner of the room. Knowing that if he didn't do it that she would just keep pestering him until he complied, he switched with her without so much as a complaint. The clock was counting its last seconds, six, five, for, three, two, one... The bell rang, causing the three in the far back corner to groan from the ringing it caused in their ears. The whole class looked toward them only to be met with irritated blue eyes and furious molten gold eyes sitting in black that only made it scarier. The class turning quickly around, the two put their heads down again, trying to silence the annoying ringing that was deafning in their heads.

Not five seconds later Aizen Sosuke walked in with a devious smile playing on his lips. He was carrying a small bowl that was covered at the top, except for a slot that someone could slide their hand into, pieces of precut paper, and a few markers in his hands. Setting them all done on his desk situated in the front of the classroom he cleared his throat and spoke.

"Hello, students. I have a very special announcement for today. I have decided to grace you with another day without studious activities, but we will be drawing our groups."

The whole class looked up at him. He even had caught the three hungover kids' attention.

"I will pass these slips around and one marker per row to be passed along. You will write your name down, and no jokes, please. I want your last name followed by your first," with that he started handing out the material still talking, "there are exactly twenty-five students which works perfectly. Each group will have five students in it. These groups will maintain until the very end of the year, or in other words, until you graduate, so be sure to pick carefully."

Now, obviously, you couldn't pick carefully when it was totally by chance. When he had all the slips in the bowl he picked one and called them up. The first name was Kurosaki Ichigo.

Ichigo's POV

I stood up and made my way to the front of the classroom. I knew that the longer it took, the longer it was going to take to go back to my corner and attempt to fall asleep to escape the pain. Finally at the front of the classroom, I waited until he held the bowl out to me. While I was swirling my hand around inside I saw him write my name on the board with a line under it. I chose a little slip randomly from the bottom and pulled it out. Opening it, I couldn't help a grin. At least I would have one friend, if nothing else.

"So, who would the lucky person be?" Aizen asked me in his sickly polite tone and I wondered if thats how I sounded when I was Tensa.

"Abarai Renji, sir," I answered.

I heard a woot coming from the back of the room where Renji sat and I looked at him to see him wearing a grin that was all too fitting for an insane person. I heard the noise of Renji's name being written under mine on the chalkboard. Quickly darting my hand in again and pulling out a piece of paper I unfolded it and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Why the happy look?"

"Shinji, sir," I laughed again at the little hearts and stars drawn on the paper.

Now all that was left was to pick Orihime and I would be happy. Doing a small prayer I picked another one. I pulled it and opened it with a neutral face and I barely stopped the frown that I felt coming.

"Jaeggerjacks, sir," Aizen just nodded and wrote his name under Shinji's.

One chance left. I really hope I choose Orihime. I could see her crossing her fingers. Taking a deep breath through my nose, I chose one that I hoped was hers. I opened it and about snarled. This was not fucking happenning. Why me? God, do you like to punish me for no reason, or did I do something wrong?

"Kurosaki?"

"Ogichi, sir," I could practically feel the temperature in the room drop a few degrees.

With that, Aizen wrote his name down, and the sound of the dot being placed above the 'i', made it ring with finalty and was so intimidating that I could swear it was sealing my doom. I slowly walked back to my seat, trying to ignore the envious glares of all the females in the room except for Orihime, and the relieved sighs of the male percent. I got back to my seat and I just fell in; I didn't even bother trying to soften the impact. I just fell, completely uncaring about anything at the moment. I saw the sympathetic glance from Renji and the slightly excited expression that Shinji wore. Of course he would be happy, what, with being gay and all. If I allowed myself to give into the gay side I probably would be happy, too, but I couldn't find it in me. Ogichi already hated me from yesterday and now I was stuck with him until next year. I brought my palms up to rest my head. I couldn't do it. I was about to ask if we could switch groups when I heard Aizen say something. I started to listen intently, hoping it would be some words of compassion that would help me get out of my current situation.

"Just to let you know, since a few of you seem upset, all groups are final. There will be no switching for any reason, so I suggest you mend any wrongs or just ignore each other, but I warn you. You will recieve a grade for your group, so I suggest you fix it and fix it quickly," he drew a name, "now Orihime, if you would be so kind, will you please come to the front and choose your group?"

I wasn't paying much attention after that, wallowing in my own little world of despair. Only one thought on my mind. I was stuck with my two rivals, both didn't know who I really was, and I'm sure that one of them passionately hates me. I'm so fucked! I groaned and put my head into my elbow that was resting on my desk. There absoultely no way to get out of it, or around it, either. This all upsetted me, yes, but there was a worse fact. I was a straight 'A' student and if I had to get all friendly with these two idiots to keep my grade remain at that then I would have to do it. Now, I love Renji and Shinji with all my heart, but they were two of the biggest loudmouths ever, especially the later. I was so screwed. If I didn't get along with them was bad enough, but I was also going to be careful with every word that left my lips and I had to be careful that every action I did not tip Grimmjow and Shiro off to how I was Tensa. This is going to be one hell of a long year.

Grimmjow's POV

I just sat there, dumbstruck. I didn't mind being with Ichigo or even his retarted ass friends, but I was now stuck with SHIRO? Until the end of the fucking year? Was our teacher nuts? He expected me and that albino to get along? Like hell that was going to happen. I rather loose my spot on the charts. Oh, wait, I already did to that fucker! I had the sudden urge to pull my hair out, but I restrained it. Barely. If it was a test of endurance, I would make sure I won. I could be alot more friendly and polite then that bastard, not to mention I just had him against me, not the berry, too, like he did. I smirked. That's right... Him and the berry didn't quite hit it off when they first met, but Ichigo certainly didn't have anything against me, he has no reason to.

"So now that we all have our groups I would like you to get with them and just talk or do whatever you want until the lunch bell rings. When you return from lunch I will give you your first group project that is due at the end of the week."

I found it odd that he regained his smile when all the kids groaned. Hmm, an emotional sadist I take it? Obviously. His grin intensified as he heard more kids giving complaints and sounds of displeasure. I turned around to start a conversation only to find Ichigo with his head placed in the crook of his elbow. I coudln't decide to be happy or upset. Did he really hate Shiro that much? If so that was a plus, but did he hate him so much that he wasn't even happy to be with his friends or even me? I knew it was irrational, but, I'll admit, it wounded my pride a bit to know that Shiro took priority over me. Looking over I found Shiro glaring daggers at the orangette. Apparently he wasn't happy either.

Renji snuck up from behind and hit Ichigo on the back of his head for the second time in two days. Ichigo yelped out a soft "Fuck!" and turned quickly around only to have to hold his head in his hands. I raised an eyebrow.

"God damnit, Ren! You know I have a fucking hangover and you go right ahead and hit me on my head again! What the hell is wrong with you?" Ichigo screamed to him as loud as he could without the teacher hearing.

Now I was REALLY curious. Why did this kid have a hangover? I had a completely valid reason to have this hangover, but he didn't. There's no way he was at that party last night since it would have been next to impossible to miss that vibrant head of orange hair. I was about to ask, but Renji spoke up first.

"Well, my deepest apologies, strawberry. It's not my fault that you can't hold your liquor and it's certianly not my fault that you drank it to begin with," he threw his hands up in exasperation.

"Ichigo, you know you can't drink without ending up like this the next day and I'm positive you knew we had school today since you do have perfect attendence almost every year so why drink? Your such a stupid ass. You come in here with a hangover which I'm sure you made NO attempt at all to fix and then you pass on your bitchy attitude to us," he pointed to himself and Renji.

Ichigo growled and I couldn't help but stare at him. His expression, oh, if he could kill with those eyes Shinji and Renji would be dead on the floor. He wore his scowl that seemed to be his most common expression and his eyes were swirling with rage and anger, the pleasing honey color twisting into a darker brown to show his anger. His fist clenching on the desk, fingers digging into his palms so deep it appeared more then painful. I was slightly worried for the teen's friends. If they didn't shut up and quickly they very might well up hurt, especially if he had violent hangovers. Trust me, I've had my share of those and they are not pretty.I was about to step in when he looked like he was about to snap, but I was surprised when Shiro spoke up before me.

"As much as I would enjoy a' fight, I think it's best ya' let him chill down. We don't want our grade ta' go down, ne?" Shiro slowly openned up his eyes.

Sitting up, he popped his back, giving a little grunt. I looked back to Ichigo, surprised to see him visibly calmer. He was breathing normal now and not in angry pants and he uncurled his fists, showcasing little red crescent marks on the inside of his hand. Shiro sighed and looked at us again.

"Since it seems I'm stuck in tis' group, might as well make ta' best out of it," he smiled his famous feral grin and from the corner of my eye I saw Shinji shiver. "If I heard correctly, ya' would be Shinji," he looked at the blonde, "and ya' would be Renji," he glanced at Renji.

"Aww. I don't get to be introduced by the famous Shiro? I'm hurt. I can tell who is unwanted in this group," I made a little sniffle noise.

Ichigo and Shiro snorted at the same time. I could understand why Shiro did, but why did the berry? By now the curiousity was devouring me with two things. Why did he have a hangover and why did he laugh? I made a mental note to ask him later in a more... private talking environment. I planned to get answers and answers I would get.

I was in the middle of making plans when the lunch bell rang. Ichigo stood up to go join his friends for lunch, but I got a quick idea.

"Ichigo," he turned to me, "would you mind if I sat with you and your friends at lunch today? I would LOVE to get to know my group better," I smiled.

"Sure, see if I care," was his curt reply and my smile intensified.

"So, Ichi, would ya' mind if I joined ya'? We should ALL get ta' know each other," Shiro stated with a smirk my way.

"I couldn't care less so if you want feel free," he took off toward the door with Shiro and me following close behind.

I saw his friends give Shiro and me disapproving glances, but I just smiled back, hoping to scare them off. Unfortunately, it only had half that effect. They stayed next to Ichigo, but at least they stopped looking back at us. Hands in my pockets, I walked up the stairs to the roof with Shiro behind me.

Ichigo's POV

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