Warning: If you don't like seeing Uryuu as an emo, part two of the author's note is for you.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. Period. (But Hitomi is mine. P">)

a/n 1) This was (as usual) done on a whim. 2) I am a pyromaniac at heart, so please, flame away.

Chapter 2: Hisagi Hitomi

-Ichigo's POV-

'That guy always creeps me out…But he's the only one that I trust to fix Kon…But would it KILL him to be a little more optimistic?' I thought, walking away with Kon under my arm. "He really is pretty good at this girly stuff…"

-Uryuu's POV-

"Hey!! I heard that!" I glared at the orange-haired nuisance, fighting the urge to throw my things at him.

"Yeah, yeah." He waved over his shoulder.

"Asshole." I murmured, standing up. Collecting my things, I turned to see him watching me.

"Everyone's looking for you, ya know." He said after studying me for a while.

"Thanks."

"You should probably get back to the classroom."

"Again, thanks, but I don't need your concern." I snapped, and yet it didn't faze him. The idiot just kept talking.

"...I mean, if it's so bad they're looking for you..."

"Would you just leave already!!"

"Fine, fine."

I glared at him for a moment before I began collecting my things again. Sometimes, I just want to smack that stupid little smirk off his face.

'Time to face the music…' I thought.

-3rd Person's POV-

Shortly after Ichigo departed, Uryuu was tackled by one of the first-years.

"Ishida-senpai! I've been looking everywhere for you! Even the boy's bathroom!" the girl said, still on top of the startled Quincy.

"Th-the boy's bathroom?!" Uryuu stuttered, blushing not only because of the girl's statement, but also because the girl refused to get off of him until she was sure he wouldn't run away again.

"Well, it was an…emergency." She said with an evil smirk.



'Who-Who are you?!" Uryuu said, the blush deepening as her smile widened.

"The name's Hitomi. Hisagi Hitomi." She said, as she started to climb off of him.

"Well. So, what seems to be the emergency, Hisagi-Kouhai?" Uryuu asked, pink still tinting his cheeks.

"One of the other first years set some ribbons on fire." Hitomi said innocently, rocking back on her heels, not looking him in the eyes.

"That's it? That'swhy you tackled me?!" Uryuu cried in disbelief.

"Of course not! I tackled you for entirely different reasons!" She giggled as the blush returned to his cheeks. "Besides—" she stopped midsentence and grabbed her purse. Reaching into her bright yellow bag, she found her cell phone and flipped it open. "'New text,' Oh! It's from Mayumi-pi! She says the fire's out now!" Hitomi said, closing the phone.

"Great. Now you can leave, right?" He said, turning around to gather his things, not even noticing Hitomi crossing her arms across her chest, and puffing out her cheeks.

"Nope."

"What?!"

"I'm not leavin' without ya'." She said defiantly.

"Hold on--"

"Sorry. I can't. I'm staying put."

"But--"

"Uh-uh. Not gonna happen. I'm not letting you sit back here all alone. Besides, I need your help with some of the techniques." Hitomi said, as she grabbed Uryuu's arm, leading him out.

'At least let me grab my things…' He mumbled as he let her guide him back to the classroom. 'At this rate, I'll never finish my project…'

a/n Ok. So, I promised it'd be longer. So it's longer. (Or is it just longer author's notes?) For reference: Kouhai is a term that basically means 'underclassmen.' It isn't demeaning (in most cases. If someone has self-esteem issues, it may be considered an insult. :P) Senpai means "upperclassmen" I have had to type this four times, and it won't load the entire document, so be grateful for what you have! It hasn't really hit the angst category yet, has it? I promise, I'll have someone die in the next chapter to angst it up. Honest! (Or would that make it drama? Oh well. I guess I'll make Uryuu have a moment alone then.) Plus, extra-special, just for you, I went back and added more!

PLeaSE R&R!!