Title: Session
By: Metamorcy
Rating: M cuz it's going to be the first time I'll be using numerous curse words so much. And there will be smut later on…hehehe…
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: I used to say that Ichigo's eyes were orange, well, I haven't been paying attention to the anime for a while and just found out they look more brown. I always miss these types of things. Just like I missed the fact that when Ichigo first met Shirosaki, his teeth were black, then later on, they were white, how strange.
Anyway from now on, Ichigo's eyes are brown.
This chapter is to get Ichigo's attitude out in the open, and his side out too. Basically, it's the same scene from the last chapter but in his view or something along that. Enjoy!!
Chapter 3
"So, how's that tutoring thing going, Kurosaki-kun?" Orihime asked, picking up what looked like a sandwich with fish, jelly and other junk in it, all layered with some kind of green paste. Ichigo twitched, not wanting to know what that paste really was and leaned back, getting away from the monstrous creation. He could even smell its stench all the way across the table, it was that strong. The teen could have identified some of odor but he'd rather keep his mouth/mind shut sp he wouldn't feel sick to the stomach.
"It's alright. I just have to help some failing guy in the same grade as me for pre-cal. All in all, it went pretty well." Ichigo sighed, glancing around the area, seeing as he had nothing else to do. He placed his arm on the green table, using it as a stool for his head. "He's hot tempered but not too bad, though he looks like one of those druggy punks, we've got around this place. I've got this feeling that he's not really one, that it's just an appearance. His grades are really terrible, though if I had a say in this whole thing, I'd say it's the teacher's fault. It's Mr.Urahara, and we all know by now that the guy doesn't know how to teach."
"What's his name?" A raven haired girl, Rukia, asked, chewing down on some crackers. She was sitting on the other side, left of Orihime. Her older brother, Byakuya, sat beside her on the right, eating gracefully and without a word like the rich noble-man he is. His hair was the same color as his younger sister's but it was longer, down to the shoulders. He had a handsome face but his personality was cold as ice and had a strong sense of obeying the laws which sometimes pissed Ichigo off (he hardly ever follows it). Next to the stoic man was Uryu, a shorter teen with black hair that slit in opposite directions at the bangs and wore glasses, and Chad, a Mexican-Japanese who was the largest of the group with powerful muscles, both engaged in a conversation, speaking about some random thing. Ichigo didn't bother with finding out the topic and scratched the back of his head. His chocolate pools glanced to the side where Orihime and Rukia's friends were (all girls). The large group took up a whole other table, which in the end, combined theirs and in response accelerated the noise level. He noticed in the area surrounding them that there were some people staring directly at them with those types of looks. Ichigo suppressed a shutter, sensing a few of them on his back.
He turned his attention back to the petite girl and answered. "Shirosaki."
Rukia lifted her head up from her neat little set of food that looked quite expensive. "You mean that albino freak that sits on the bench on the other side. That low-life?" She pointed to the table behind her where the noticeable white hair could be seen. "The guy's a weirdo if you ask me. He's one of those troublemakers that teachers can't handle. And what do you mean he's not a druggie, those weird eyes of his and that blue tongue makes it quite obvious on what he does in his spare time."
Ichigo wiggled his nose, his expression not changing from its frown. For some reason, he didn't think that the guy seem like the type. Shirosaki was more of a person that was just born with the condition. His brown pools gazed over to the albino, who was working ferociously on something when the guy stopped to speak to a teal-haired teen at his table, Grimmjow, if Ichigo remembered correctly. He had seen that man from class one time and only that one time but Grimmjow had left an unforgettable impression on everyone in that period. The teal-haired teen had broken all the windows and desks, hurting the teacher in the process then escaped by jumping out of a three-story window, landing safely before running off. Everyone remembered him as the 'dangerous monster that shouldn't be messed with or you'll lose your life'. Ichigo spun his concentration to the tallest of the group when the guy spoke.
"So, why are you doing this whole 'tutoring' thing?" Chad asked, his dark colored hair covering one eye. His voice was deep but it was low and soft. "It's unusual for you to do something like that."
"My dad signed me up without me knowing." Ichigo threw back, yanking his bag from the left seat to his lap when a medium-height guy with a melodramatic expression came by. The teen had dark green hair and eyes with slits down the middle (the eye) and green tear-like streams along the cheeks. It was Ulquiorra, one of the quietest yet logical people in the group, Byakuya, also one of them. "I'll get him back for it later."
"Oh, Kurosaki-kun!" Orihime called out from the other table (she had slide over to that side), getting the orange-haired teen's attention. "Do you know the answer to number ten on the illumination worksheet the physics teacher gave us yesterday?"
"Hold on, let me dig it out." Ichigo opened his dark brown bag, taking out a stack of paper. He scanned over the numerous sheets and when he found the right one, he handed it to the red head girl, who gratefully took it, placing it beside her own worksheet. As he turned back to the pile, he noticed something that shouldn't be there, sticking out of the corner. Yanking it out, Ichigo eyed the document, noting the abundant red marks and glanced up to the name, recognizing it from yesterday. This wasn't his (and he was happy about that), it was Shirosaki's.
'Must have accidentally taken it during the scram and mixed it with my stuff.' He thought, staring at it.
Before he could look at it any further, it was snatched out of his hand in one fluid motion. His fingers burned from the friction, the slits running over his flesh and he twitched. Luckily, he had gotten no paper cuts, those always hurt like a bitch. His eyes narrowed dangerously, glaring at Uryu, who was examining it. He growled out his friend's name treacherously. "Uryu."
"My, my, Kurosaki, I've never seen a paper this bad before." The black-haired teen snickered, pushing his glasses up to the bridge of his nose with one hand. He was staring at Ichigo amusingly, wiggling the paper around in the air for all eyes to see.
"It's not mine." The orange-haired teen snarled, snatching it back with ease when the other wasn't paying attention. "Can't you tell by the name and handwriting?"
"Of course, I can, I was just playing with you." Uryu joked with a smile, the rims of his glasses gleaming. "So I take that's how terrible your little buddy is." The self-proclaimed sowing master, Ichigo didn't know where the name came from but went along, spoke. "You're going to have hell with this one." Before Uryu could get a reply, Ichigo stood up, holding the paper tightly in his grasp. The student backed from the table, getting his legs from under the seat and glared at the other. He had a scowl on his lips, eyeing his little group of friends which quite a few had that 'I'm better than you' superiority thinking about. He wasn't going to point them out and just left it at that. Though not all the people here were his friends really, some had been dragged by others like Ulquiorra, for example, who had been pulled away from the lonely depressed table in the farthest part of the school to his current spot now by Orihime herself. The two girls took along those rampaging girls too, which were a pain in the ass since they're nothing but loud and obnoxious. Byakuya was also one of them, he had come with Rukia, Uryu with Chad (though he doesn't know the reason for that but he's close with Chad either way).
"I'm going to return this to him." Ichigo wandered away, circling around his table quietly, eyeing the white-haired teen that was across the area. He had to be honest, Shirosaki was absolutely different then any other person he had met. The guy literally had his own unique sense and attitude, something that wasn't common around here nor did it ever appear at his little table of smarty (it seems that they have been deemed that). And that was a good thing, all the people he had met were all the same, they were either boring, trying to either impress him or were trying to get into his pants. At least around the albino he could relax without having fear running through his veins, wondering if he was going to get jumped at any second. Many times that had happen, and he'd rather not revisit those memories.
He sauntered over to the other side, clasping the paper tightly. As he neared, he noticed that there was another person at the table, a red head, Renji. The two (Grimmjow and Renji) lifted up their heads at his approach, eyes going wide. Ignoring the stares, he stopped behind Shirosaki and placed the paper in front; dangling it wildly in front of the eyes, making sure it would catch his attention.
"What?" A hand shot up, grasping it, ripping the sheet out of his hand. Ichigo could imagine the curious confused eyes that the albino was probably expressing and then observed as Shirosaki twisted back around. The albino was about to glare, apparently going to curse him out but stopping, blinking in surprise.
Ichigo crossed his arms. "It got mixed into my things when I was packing."
Shirosaki glanced back to the sheet; it was the quiz paper, the one they had been working on all day yesterday. He gazed back to Ichigo and mutter out two words. "Oh, thanks." The albino rotated back to the work book, glaring at it revengefully.
He nodded his head, turning around, putting his hands into his pockets. As he made his way back to his table, the wind suddenly blew; a few of the leaves that had been barely hanging onto a tree limb flew off. They fluttered around in circles before getting trapped on the ground, one managed to get caught on his jacket side, sticking into the treads at the shoulder. Ichigo reached up, yanking it out and twirled the leaf in his hand before letting it go. It soared away, vanishing and blending into the rotten collective pile on the earth.
"Hey, wait!" A voice called out to him from behind.
"Huh?" He turned back, a little surprised by the shout and stared at Shirosaki questionably. "What is it?"
He watched Shirosaki struggle with speaking and almost could see blood being drawn when the albino bit down on his bottom lip. Ichigo went closer, noticing the pre-calculus text book and the numerous sheets of paper. He could even see the gazes Renji and Grimmjow were sending the albino. Sighing deeply and softly, he took his hands out of his pocket and watched Shirosaki frigid a bit longer before leaning over.
"Point to it." Ichigo stood up, examining over the already done worksheets before sitting down beside the other, still keeping an eye on the two on the other side. He could feel his own friend's, their eyes burning into his back. Ignoring them, he watched Shirosaki lift up a pale black-nailed finger and tapped the felonious problem. Ichigo's face grimaced for a moment. It was a word problem. "Damn, its one of those." His eyes quickly read over the question, trying to remember how he had done it before. "Okay, see that number right there." His hands went up, pointing to a figure that was in the paragraph. He was close to the albino, so close that their shoulders were touching but the two didn't seem aware of it.
Shirosaki nodded, jotting down the number on the sheet of paper he currently had. His eyes turned back to the hand, following it with his golden eyes.
Ichigo then slid his finger down to the next figure. "Then you take this number."
The albino jotted that one too, waiting patiently for the other to answer.
The helper leaned over, his hands brushing over Shirosaki's and tapped a formula that was on top of the book. His other hand twitched at the contact but disregarded it, pushing it to the back of his mind.
The white-haired teen stared at the formula then at the numbers he had collected and if by chance, Shirosaki instantly understood what to do and hurriedly began writing the formula down, completing the problem with ease.
The orange-haired teen smirked. "You've got to lessen the amount of information you have here. That was your biggest mistake. Also, check the signs before working out anything." He watched the albino work for a little longer, making sure that he was doing it correctly. Ichigo leaned forward, propping his elbows on the table.
Grimmjow smirked, abruptly inclining in, catching the orange-haired teen's awareness. "So you're Ichigo Kurosaki?"
"What about it?" Ichigo narrowed his eyes, not liking the gaze he was getting. He clenched his fists, finding himself in an uncomfortable position. Even the albino paused to watch in curiosity.
"You're famous among the school, always getting off of things effortlessly. You sometimes get into fights and yet never get in trouble. Not only that, you've got the looks and brains. Almost everyone wants to go out with you or more like into your pants and claim you as their own." Grimmjow bended further, this time towards Shirosaki with a wide grin. "Aren't you the lucky one, Shiro, and you didn't even know who this guy was until I just told you a few minutes ago."
"Grimmjow." Shirosaki growled, almost snapping his pencil. "He's only helping me with my homework and grades, nothing more. Now get that ridiculous idea out of your head, we're not doing anything in the background."
"Uh huh." The teal-haired teen gave a leer, not quite believing even though it was the truth but he backed up, not bringing the topic into light again.
Shirosaki grumbled, getting back on task, he only had a few minutes left and not enough time to finish. Ichigo blinked, staring at the albino but said nothing of it. His brown eyes kept staring at the moving white hand, half of his mind deep in thought and clenched his fist slightly. Just what was he doing here?
"Holy shit, I got more reviews for this in 2 chapters then my 9 chapter Black Terror. I'm sorry Death." I look to the side to see Lloyd (in my story he's death so no confusion since I call him that and he's from Tales of Symphonia)
Lloyd Irving smiles, tilting his head. "It's alright, not many people like horror in the first place or more like reading it."
"Really? How come?"
"Don't know, people like romance and sex and shit. But that's okay; I had fun murdering all those people." He beams brighter.
I turn to the audience. "Now people review of else Death will come after you."
Lloyd picks up a hammer with some nails in the other, grinning.