Title: Session
By: Metamorcy
Rating: M, cuz it's going to be the first time I'll be using curse words so much. And there will be smut later on…hehehehe…
Pairing: Ichigo x Shirosaki, other may appear later on
Disclaimer: don't own Bleach
Summary: Poor Shirosaki has to stay after school for some 'forced' tutoring for his grades but who knew he'd get a hot student for it. Maybe it won't be so bad after all.
N/A: Holy shit, I never expected to get so many reviews at once. I thought I had died or something, seriously.
"If only." Yuan whispers, fearing the number of people that had review. "Damn, that means more fanfics for her. And more torture for me."
Reviews:
(I'm not sure if I replied so I'll put them here for the time being)Ariel Senrayes- I shall (laughs with you)
BonneNuit- Thanks
VietShinigami- Oh thanks very much
Ph0enixx- I know what you mean by Shiro all cute but I'm also getting tortured by pre-calculus, its such a pain.
KivaEmber- I know but that just wouldn't work, wouldn't want Ichi running away now would we? Hehehe…
Seasnake.756- thanks, I'll update as fast as I can but with all those finals and test coming up, it'll be harder.
Akako Hama- I agree with you. Poor Yuan, has to put with people like us. Evil computers should be burned, it still keeps correcting Shiro's dialogue when I'm trying to put in the accent
Lanna- Thanks a lot
Firetender- No, there's no suspicion between the two, they just share familiar traits but they are totally different people. Different families and all that.
Fendstrat.chick- I shall add more, (when I get the time, just curse school out for me)
Sushi Shiro- Actually, Shirosaki and Hichigo is the same person but everyone uses it differently, others call him hollow Ichigo. In my AU fanfics, I use Shirosaki, the regular ones I use Hichigo. It lets me get less confused, well, for me.
Fan girl 666- thanks
My Renji-kun- thanks
Solo-Strifer- Oh, thanks. Ichigo is pretty smart even in the anime though only in his grades. Well, at least Shirosaki isn't the only one that's bad in pre-calculus, I suck too and only in pre-calculus. Algebra, Algebra 2, geometry and regular math is so easy but why the hell does pre-cal have to be so hard? Why!? It doesn't make senses…okay I'm rambling.
BlEAchMeUp- I shall
SendMoreParamedics- I never had a tutor, but that is so true. If we're going to suffer in anything at least leave a hot person there…or two gays, either works for me.
Wild Dragon's Breath- I will and thanks
Mercury Emerald Eyes- I shall.
Another N/A: I've decided to stop the accent on the characters since my computer keeps fixing them, I think there are still some that haven't been fixed so yeah. Anyway... enjoy
Chapter 2
"So Shiro, how'd it go?" A teasing voice came from beside him, smirking all along the way. The albino snorted, not even bothering on looking up at the teal haired man that was towering above him. The shadow on his book that was positioned in front of him gave the man away. Shirosaki growled, his light was being blocked out. "Did you have fun?"
"Oh, shut th' hell up, Grimmjow." Shirosaki snarled, almost snapping his pencil that was in hand in half. He had gotten some new homework from pre-calculus yesterday evening but he had procrastinated/forgot over night and look where it brought him! Slaving over these damn problems that were dued today and the other wasn't helping. Instead, it made matter worse. He had the sudden urge to stab his book and Grimmjow repeatedly with his pencil until it was either bloody or unreadable. Oh, how he wished he could do that.
Anyway getting back on track with the pre-cal homework, it was probably the only reason as to why he was working in his lunch break in the first place then at the usual area, home. How stupid could he be for forgetting about something like this? Damn him and his teacher (why the teacher? Well everything is his fault. The world could end and it'll still be his fault. The school could be burning; it'd be Urahara's fault, even though he would love it if that happened). Shirosaki shaked his head, he had to concentrate, he had no time to get distracted. His life at home was riding on these grades and this homework was a part of that. "I'm busy, pester someone else."
"Looks like it." Grimmjow huffed, settling down across him on the table, making to stay out of Shirosaki's short temper. It was obviously lunch time as said before, one of the few times they could actually talk and hang out together without getting some evil suspicious glares from by passers. To everyone else they looked like punks/druggies/trouble makers/those that like to get into lots of fights (which that part is true) and anything else people could think of. Sometimes it amused the group on how others out think but other times it could be downright annoying.
Most people sat outside, bringing their own lunches, suffer while eating the school's or just starve. Shirosaki and Grimmjow fit in the latter, they refused to eat. Not that anyone could blame them, the school food was just plain crap, tasting like shit and Shirosaki swore that the one time he had brought some, it had moved. That's right, the chicken tenders that were in his plate had wiggled. Yeah, that didn't fit well in his bill. There were even worse rumors like cockroaches in the pizzas, hiding as little mushrooms and other crap that he was amazed that the cafeteria hadn't been closed down yet from the complaints.
Grimmjow glanced around the area of the school courtyard, it was boring as hell and there was nothing else to do but sit around and wait for the bell to ring. He gazed over the numerous trees that littered the place and sighed, twisting back to the still working albino. "Well, answer the question."
At first the albino didn't answer, engulfed with work, this caused Grimmjow to gaze around the area again. His light blue eyes noticed that there were a lot of people outside today, some staring at others with those disgusting love-struck expressions. A few turned to him, all dark and saying 'piss off', he returned the gesture with the finger, laughing manically at their faces. Turning away with a shit-eating grin, he spotted a red head with hair tied in a ponytail, Renji, heading out towards their table, kicking up dirt as he went along. Giving a quick wave, telling the tattooed man where they were at and then raised an eyebrow at Shirosaki, who was still ferociously trying to complete the last bits of his homework. The albino fortunately remembered some of the things he had been taught yesterday and managed to put that into his answers (his teacher checked for accuracy, that was the cursed thing) though there were still some he couldn't answer.
Shirosaki paused for a second, glancing up from his work. He needed to rest his aching hand for a moment after overworking it. In actuality, he had listened to the teal haired teen but choice to ignore it in order to concentrate. "Which one?" He flexed his arms and hands, getting the numbness and pain out of it. He had been writing non-stop for forty minutes without taking a break and it was really starting to tax his muscles.
"There was only one, ya dumbass." The older man grumbled and looked over to Renji who had sat down beside him. "Yo."
The red head, who had numerous black-colored marks on the body, replied with a similar remark and leaned over, lifting his head up by the arm. His eyes were a little droopy and he suppressed a yawn that was crawling up his throat. He took one look at the papers that were scattered before Shirosaki and blench, his visage changing into that of repugnance. "Homework?"
"Yeah." Shirosaki started up again then remembered to answer Grimmjow's question. "The tutoring went fine. No problems at all."
"What? No details?" The teal haired man complained, eyeing his friend closely. The albino always had a story to tell, that's what made things interesting.
"Nope, nothing interesting this time. It was so boring that I couldn't do anything." The albino tried to go faster on the problems, ignoring the background of the area, there were some voices speaking too loud for his comfort. There were still a few more questions of his homework left and not much time in lunch to finish. That didn't settle well with someone that was working against time. And he was stuck on one of them right now too. What bloody fucking luck he had. It was one of those god-forsaken word problems that always caught him on the test and everywhere else they showed up on. Grumbling, he nicked his pencil tip in the sheet, hoping to get the answer. Or maybe just rip the sheet so he'd have an excuse.
Renji and Grimmjow were chattered among each other, talking about something that he didn't recognizing at first. Shirosaki paused for a second, taking another breather, listening in since he had nothing else to do.
"Damn that table."
"Yeah, I know what you mean." Renji sighed, drumming his fingers impatiently on the table. "They always have to look so good compared to us. Not only that, half of he people out here are for them."
Shirosaki raised an eyebrow; just what were they talking about. What table?
Grimmjow noticed the slightly confused look on his friend and explained while pointing. "That table, the one behind you. Lots of those people that sit there are really smart and good looking. All of them, well, except for a few are really hard to go out with. Most of the time, it's impossible, they tend to refuse if people don't met their expectations."
Shirosaki tilted his head and tapped his pencil in an even beat. As much as he wanted to turn and find out what all this crap was about, he had other things to attend to. Like this god-damn problem. His inverted eyes stared hotly at the paragraph, still unable to get the answer. If looks could work, he would be burning holes into the paper, perhaps he should set it on fire. Oh wait, he didn't have a lighter anymore. The teachers and principal had snatched that up when he had set fire upon his science teacher at school, declaring it to be an accident. (Hey, it was her fault, she insulted him) Scratching his white hair, he was about to gnaw the end of his utensil when Renji suddenly lifted up his head.
"Hey, isn't that?"
Shirosaki blinked, observing the two's bizarre appearances and then flinched back when something flopped in front of his face. "What?" He reached up, ripping the sheet from his view and stared at it closely. It was his, the numerous red marks and crappy hand writing made it obvious along with his name written smugly on the corner. He twisted around to glare at the person then stopped, surprised.
It was Ichigo.
"It got mixed into my things when I was packing." The helper stated, arms crossed neatly against his chest.
Unable to think anything at the moment, Shirosaki could mutter out the first two words that came to his mind. "Oh, thanks."
The orange haired teen still looked the same as before but Shirosaki blinked, did the guy also look a bit…sparkly? He shaked his head at the thought and glanced back momentarily at his text book. It was the sun's fault, there's no way the orange head could glitter like that. Ichigo remained still for a few more seconds before rotating around, starting to head back to his table, hands in his pockets. Shirosaki stare at the word problem and then a sudden thought occurred.
"Hey, wait!" So what if he was desperate, he needed to make that grade! His life at home was depending on this (What Zangetsu had threatened him with? Shirosaki refused to tell anyone about that).
"Huh?" Ichigo twisted back slightly, he still had that frown plastered on his face. "What is it?"
Shirosaki bit his bottom lip, asking for help has never been his thing especially right in front of people. He growled to himself, battling his inner self on what to do. Ichigo snorted, sauntering closer and glanced over Shirosaki's shoulder to the paperwork. He had learned within those two hours of tutoring the guy that the albino was quite stubborn on asking for things. It had taken Ichigo twenty minutes to realize that Shirosaki hadn't even answered one question on that quiz paper yesterday when he had asked him to.
"Point to it." The helper asked, wandering to the side, reading over Shirosaki's already done work. Most were right by first glanced (he had taught him those) though he could make out the ones where the albino had just forged the answer, hoping to trick the teacher. He kept those numbers in mind for later use since he would have to meet the other again later today.
The other stabbed the problem with his pencil, making a lovely black mark across the page. Shirosaki glimpsed at the bearing words of the fucking problem not caring that he was damaging his school book, its not as if they check. Ichigo sat down beside the other, pulling out a pencil from his pocket and reached over to the book, yanking it towards him. His orange pools glanced at the sentence and pouted. "Damn, its one of those." Ichigo growled, he too hated word problems.
Shirosaki could just smirk at the expression he was watching, it was funny. He ignored the stares he was receiving at the moment, looking into Ichigo's visage. The orange haired teen really was one of those handsome ones that everyone wanted to go after and snatch for themselves. He, on the other hand, wasn't so lucky on those things. Oh well, at least he could brag now.
"You know what?" I asked the Metamorcy family, who was all sitting in my living room.
"What?" Creed somewhat answers/asks, raising his head up from the couch.
"I wished I had a Japanese translator at school."
Yuan snorted curiously. "Why?"
"Then I could get all these HichiIchi yaoi doujinshis translated! I want to know what they say, Damnit!" Slaps down a few of them. "I want to know!"
"If only." Drang comments, not even lifting up his head from the book and flips a page.
"Stop saying that!"
Caesar glances to the side. "Please review to keep the-person-that-shall-not-be-named sane."
"Hey!"