Walking back to class because of the bell, Ichigo, Keigo and Mizuiro suffered the constant harassment of passer bys trying to gain their own invitations to "The Party", as it was poignantly coined by a certain hazel haired boy. Obviously many boys whether the three knew them or not tried to ask for one, but when girls and even the popular kids tried to get one—stating it was for curiosity's sake—Keigo's persona seemed to have jumped to an unimaginable overdrive.
"Can you imagine it, Ichigo!?" the boy squealed delightfully, quite unbecoming of a teenager, really, "Suzume Lincho asked for an invite!"
"Yeah, so?" the orange haired teen growled, obviously uninterested.
"You don't understand…Suzume is like the hottest freshman in school!"
"Uh huh…" Ichigo nodded in feigned interest. He glanced toward the excited Keigo with bored eyes, and rather than continue, Ichigo decided to stop right there from any explanation.
"...but...she's hot!" No response, just walking and ignoring from the other two boys. "…she's…hot..!"
"Seriously, Keigo, if you say 'hot' one more time, I swear I'll punch you…" Ichigo finally answered with great irritation in his tone.
"Don't mind him, Ichigo…" the other boy finally commented, "Keigo's just excited…it's not everyday that someone like Ms. Lincho comes up and talks to you."
"Oh, really…"
"Say, Ichigo…you're pretty flustered with all this, you know? Just going ahead and snapping at me angrily…and it's also not everyday that that happens…" Keigo mused cattily, "I'm doing this for all three of us, and yet…" placing a finger on his lips in thought, the three of them stopped just in front of their classroom door. "Maybe it's Orihime you're aiming for, instead…? Or maybe even Ru-"
With such coincidental timing, just as Mizuiro slid open the door, the small raven haired Rukia stepped out and bumped into the orange haired boy. "Oh, s-sorry…" Rukia quickly said, and with something still on her mind, excused herself and wedged between the boys.
"Say, that was weird…" Keigo observed. Stepping into the classroom right after Mizuiro, he continued telling of his plans of what would be the best party in the schools history. Ichigo meanwhile, glanced downwards the hallway, just as Rukia disappeared behind a corner.
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The not Dance (pt 3)
Written by Typewriterman
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A single set of quick footsteps echoed in the empty hallway. Her uniform shoes clacked against the floor, occasionally sliding when she had to pivot to turn a corner. In essence, Rukia had no real reason to be in such a hurry. In fact, she shouldn't have left the classroom in the first place, considering the bell had just rung less than a minute ago. There had not been a message of any Hollow attacks for quite a while, either, though that brought somewhat of a relief to her at the same time.
Of course, that did not stop her from occasionally glancing at her cell phone. But as she flipped through the functions of the electronic device, her mind went back to that moment...
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"So did you hear…?" the red headed girl with glasses burst into the classroom. She tripped slightly on the leg of a chair, but quickly regained her balance. For the first time that they could remember, Chizuru walked past her Orange haired object of affection and immediately grabbed a seat nearby the seat of socializing girls. "Suzume Lincho is going…"
"…going where, exactly?" Tatsuki sighed. Despite her apathetic tone, she was just as surprised as the rest of Chizuru's ability to focus on something else other than Orihime.
"…geez…what else has the school been talking about lately, huh?" Chizuru replied in her own sarcastic tone. "…to Ichigo's House Party! I saw it in the hall just a few minutes ago!"
"No way!" Mahana burst out loud as she heard this, "Did he ask her out to it!?" It was Rukia's turn to exclaim, attracting the predictable attention of all the girls around her. "Rukia…?"
"Chizuru…" Orihime's soft voice chirped to break the awkward silence, "…did he?" Although her response was delayed somewhat, the red head's instincts finally kicked in, and seemed more intense than usual. Taking advantage of the ensuing chaos, Rukia immediately rushed for the door. Behind her, Chizuru flew across the room, crashing through one or two desks in the process as a result of Tatsuki's well placed kick.
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Completely taken by her daydreaming, it took a moment for Rukia to realize that she was walking on the sidewalk outside. She had apparently left the school grounds a while ago, since she found herself now nearing the Kurosaki residence. Rather than escape to the comfort of her closet, she chose instead to sit on the sidewalk edge, across the street from the house-turned partial hospital. She moped there for quite a while, a distant crash from her memories sang out in her head as she reminisced the reason why she still stayed in the real world.
"Excuse me, you look familiar…" a bit surprised, Rukia glanced upwards to the man smirking towards her. With little prodding, she soon remembered his fuzzy face familiar as well. "Are you alright? I thought school didn't end for another fifteen minutes or so…." He commented while glancing at his watch. Rukia chuckled nervously to his shrewd observation to her uniform, "…so if you're cutting school, I'd recommend not staying out in the open like that, you might get caught." With a wink and an accompanying smile, the white coated man turned to cross the street to return to his hospital.
Rukia couldn't help but smile at the abrupt yet nice chat with the man, and stood up to head back to the school. "Oh, by the way…" the man's voice called out from across the street towards her. She looked back with innocent surprised and waited for what he wanted to say. "If you see Ichigo—orange hair, scowls a lot—tell him 'no parties this weekend' for me, okay?" And with that, he pressed against the doors and exited from view. The irony in the message he wanted her to relay to his son didn't go unnoticed, and she sighed softly while walking at a slower pace back to school.
A distant bell rung ahead of her while she sat idly on a concrete wall overlooking the school, and she watched from her strategic position as a flurry of students exited through the gates without so much as glancing upwards to where she was perched. "Oi, Rukia!" called out a boy's voice from below her. His orange hair and visible curious scowl reminded her of what his dad wanted her to tell him. Dropping effortlessly down to the street below, she brushed her skirt off and slowly walked along with the teen. "Where've you been all day? I was pretty close to rushing after you when you took off…" he asked, irritated, though a hint of concern was laced within it.
"I just decided to check out the neighborhood" she tried to lie convincingly, "I need a better understanding of the area to increase our efficiency against Hollow attacks." The teen beside her did not respond, although the brunette boy that jumped between them did more than enough to break the silence.
"So Ichigo, you decided not to bring that hottie S-" a single backfist to his face did the trick, causing the teen to squeal girlishly as Mizuiro approached while nodding his head with a look that said 'told you so' .
"So Rukia, I-" with a buzz and a chime, Rukia instinctively grabbed hold of her cell phone from her jacket pocket. "A Hollow?" he asked with a slight whisper. She looked back to him and nodded. They took off wordlessly, leaving Keigo to nurse his bruised face, and Mizuiro to sigh as he took out his own cell phone.
"I had a bet with a girl friend of mine…" the boyish-looking teen commented, "but seeing as you're injured, I guess I won't be able to take you with me to meet her friend who was just visiting town today…" Perched lightly on a few dozen tree branches nearby, a flock of birds took off into the air from the sudden and loud noise of anguish.
Author's Notes:
Taking my time with this one, as you see, haha! I'm not laughing at you guys, really! But thanks to all who've read this so far, and make sure to read the other stories on my profile/the C2!
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Bleach written and created by Taito Kubo...that's the name he went by when he wrote Zombie Powder