"What's wrong with Tosen?" Ichigo asked, Hichigo's golden eyes narrowed behind his sunglasses, his white brows furrowed. "Is it that bad?"
"Ichigo, he's blind, but has a freaky way of knowin' where everyone is. Freaks me out," Hichigo shuddered, just remembering it, "a'sides...I heard he used to smoke some crack, or whatever it's called."
"Now...that just sounds like a rumor." Ichigo frowned, furrowing his brows. Crossing his arms and glaring at the albino that folding his arms on his desk, locating his chin against the limbs as Ichigo's brown eyes darted up, seeing a man with long raven hair like Rukia's walk in, looking like he was ready for business, although he was in a school. "Who's that?"
The pale form dropped his head to the white haired Shirosaki's level, seeing his golden orbs widen.
"That's Byakuya, he's th' principal..." he whispered harshly, biting his lower lip. "Must be th' sub for Mr. Aizen."
Ichigo lifted his head, blinking. He met the principal earlier, he was sure. And it was a woman, Kukaku Shiba. Thinking back, he frowned. No, she was so not the principal. Although, she did warn me to be careful around him.
"Madarame, sit down," the stoic man commanded, the bald teen whipping around with his eyes narrowed, the redhead standing next to him immediately sitting down, reddish-brown eyes wide.
"Oh shit...it's old man Byakuya," Renji mumbled, tattooed brows furrowed, worried, "wonder what happened t' old man Aizen..."
Ikkaku sat down grudgingly, looking at Hichigo, Ichigo noticing a sick grin spreading on the albino's face as well as the one who loved to fight. Mr. Byakuya, noticing this, frowned.
"Do you have something to share with the class, Shirosaki?" he spoke, voice cold like ice as the albino stood, nodding, climbing on top of his desk, grabbing Ichigo's wrist, the orange haired teen's eyes widening. "Release Kurosaki, Shirosaki."
The grinning boy shook his head. "No can do, old man Byakuya."
"What are you doing?" the new student hissed, glaring at the white form. "Let me go."
Hichigo turned towards Byakuya, grinning. "Take..." He reached into his back pocket, Ichigo's eyes widening once he saw a spray can full of laughing gas. "...this!" He whipped it out and sprayed it, laughing as Byakuya's deep violet eyes widened, everyone laughing as the bolted to stand by the michievious teenager. "Hope ya have fun old man! Let's get outta here guys!!"
All the students besides Hichigo and Ichigo ran out, the orange haired teen wrestling to get out of the ragged teen's grasp. "What'd you do that for?! You could get expelled!!"
"And you'll join me unless you run!" Hichigo growled, leaping off the table, darting out, leaving the laughing gas behind, dragging an angered Kurosaki along. "A'sides...no one wants old man Byakuya as a sub, he'll work ya t' death."
The pale teenager sighed. It was his first day and he's already in more trouble than he had hoped. They looked up after a while to a staircase to see Uryu, Ikkaku, Rukia, Rangiku, Renji, Yachiru, Toshiro, Momo, and Hisagi. All looking like punks while they leaned against the walls, Rangiku holding Rukia possessively, rubbing her cheek against the little girl's.
"Thanks Hichi-chan, wouldn't know what we'd do without you," the bright orange haired teenager smiled as Rukia tried to push her off.
Reminds me a lot about Orihime and Chizuru... Ichigo thought sadly, a depressed look sneaking its way onto his handsome features, Renji noticing and patting his shoulder.
"'ey, what's tha' look for? I get tha' you're not used t' this shit, but you'll get used t' it,"
"That's not it..." Ichigo sighed, his wrist finally being released as his eyes held a drifting off look. "...I'm just remembering the days when I was at Karakura High, that's all."
"'Karakura High'?!" the redhead cried, eyes wide. "Whoa, to be in that school, ya musta had some kick-ass grades!" The orange haired teen nodded, a dreamy look on his face as he leaned against a locker. "I can't help but feel jealous...I've dropped outta a tona schools, but still managed to get in here."
"You're gonna be jealous over a school that has stuck up bastards?" Ikkaku frowned, making Renji turn around with a scowl.
"I was tryin' t' cheer him up, ya dick!"
"Is that a challenge, Abarai?" the bald headed teenager growled, standing and both punks pressing their foreheads together while Rangiku sighed, nuzzling her nose into Rukia's raven hair, which was soft.
"If it is? Whatcha gonna do 'bout it?!"
"Calm down Reddy! Bullet-head!" Yachiru piped up, her soft eyes narrowing slightly, wagging a finger at them. "You'll get Big-Boy to come over here and suspend us!"
Ichigo snapped out of his daze, looking to his side to see Hichigo holding his right hand over his mouth, snickering. "Who's 'Big-Boy'?" Ichigo questioned as the albino turned his way, removing his hand with a grin.
"Big-Boy's old man Byakuya," he chuckled. "Told ya she'll make up weird-ass nicks for anyone. Be careful otherwise she'll give you one too."
Both blinked, seeing the small pink haired girl standing in front of them, her head cocked to the side. "Ooh, Whitey...why're you talking to Strawberry like that?"
"'Strawberry'?!" both teens cried out, yet in different ways, Ichigo was horrified while Hichigo was on the ground laughing, holding onto his gut tightly.
"Damn, Yachiru...that ones a good one compared t' the others!" Hichigo hollered, gasping once Ichigo drop down to his level, thrusting a fist beside his head, denting the locker as Ikkaku and Renji stopped their brawl, everyone staring while Hichigo lifted his left hand, taking off his sunglasses to the end of his nose, a skeptical look on his face. "What's the matta with you? It was a compliment, Strawberry."
"My name isn't funny! 'Ichi' means one while 'go' means guardian!" Ichigo fumed, retreating his fist once the bell rang, Renji walking over, his right cheek to the bottom of his jaw bruised, Rukia quickly walking over with concern flashing in her eyes.
"Yo, Ichigo, it was just a joke." the redhead stated, wiping the blood dribbling from his lower lip. "Hichigo has a tendency t' overdo shit like tha'."
Ichigo took in a long breath once he stood, slowly releasing it, turning and walking off as Hichigo slowly got up, his golden eyes flashing with shock. "He coulda taken out my teeth with that blow." he muttered. Eyes following the orange haired teen until he turned to corner, going to his locker. Taking a step forward, he couldn't help but keep going; after all, his locker was shared with that angered Kurosaki. "Damn...he's scary when he's pissed."
Rukia ducked her head once she got to her locker, Yachiru bouncing up on her back, grabbing her things with a giggle. "Thanks, Raveny." she smiled, bouncing off and away.
Ikkaku and Hisagi having a glaring contest over whose turn it was to open the locker, Renji glaring at Gin once he walked over, that snake-like smile still plastered on his face, and Rangiku smiling at a long haired teenager with purple hair, tanned skin, golden eyes like Hichigo's. Ichigo blinked, seeing an alabaster hand sneak past him and grab a black backpack, turning to see Hichigo frown, which didn't look right on the white form's features. Turning, he walked off while Ichigo sighed, grabbing his orange bag.
Time for work now, he thought bitterly as he hoisted the pack onto his back, shutting the locker and walking off towards the exit. Hopefully things'll be better there than here...