Chapter 3

alone Together

I am really starting to love these oxymorons. Funny thing about the summary, that a person, my friend, actually told me I was a living oxymoron, and I thought that sounded really cool. So it was sort of inspiration. Anyway, here it goes.

Disclaimer- Don't own Bleach.

It was probably weird to hear that when I thought of those turquoise eyes, I fell asleep, but that's what happened. And this morning I woke up at five and was ready by six to leave to school.

Instead, I sat at the table and munched on a chocolate chip muffin, high on calories, and I couldn't care less. My legs were propped on the table and looked so skinny. I put down the muffin and glared at my legs in different angles.

"Chicken legs, ew" I finished the muffin in one bite and got up, grabbing my book bag and leaving the house, without saying goodbye to my parents.

My dad would have to leave soon, back to America, but he was trying to postpone that due to the sudden "tragedy". His attempt to comfort me was ridiculous and put to waste.

I walked in a slow pace, it was cold and I had forgotten to wear a sweater over my uniform. The hairs on my arms stood up, and the thin fabric of the shirt didn't do much to keep me warm.

If I were to run, I knew I would be warmer, maybe even hot, but I couldn't do it. My legs stayed at a slow pace, trapped even.

I arrived at school ten minutes early, and I watched as teachers rushed into the school with tea at hand and a briefcase in the other. It was strange, to see them so hectic before school, and the moment they enter the classroom, they have this cool demeanor about them. Actually, it was pretty pathetic.

I entered the classroom five minutes late, much to my own confusion, and went directly to my seat, avoiding the pitiful stares of my classmates.

They all knew. And now they would feel sorry for me.

That's disgusting. I don't need people to pity me.

I took out my notebook and started to doodle all over my page, ignoring the teacher's lecture. I honestly didn't care at the moment, and only came to school because I had to; it was against the law not to.

I felt a stare boring into the side of my head and turned to see the new kid, looking out the window. I looked around the room, trying to look for those eyes, but found that everyone was looking at the teacher.

Was I seriously crazy? No, I KNOW someone was staring at me.

My eyes wandered back to my book, and for the rest of the class period, I was paranoid.

Lunch was probably the worst part of the day.

First of all, I forgot to pack lunch. I had no money, so I couldn't buy lunch.

Second, I was completely lost. Shinju and I usually sat on the bleachers outside, overlooking the track field, but it didn't seem right to go over there by myself. I stood in the middle of the cafeteria looking like a complete idiot.

Third, I was all alone. Physically, no of course not. There were a hundred kids surrounding me. But in my mind and heart, which felt like it had been hollowed out, I was secluded.

I walked out of the cafeteria and into the hallway. It was deafly quiet, and you could hear the sounds my sneakers made as I stomped down the hall and up the stairs. I needed to get away, from everything and everyone.

I reached the roof and opened the door. It was a bit rusty, due to the massive amount of rain days this year, but was still able to be opened.

You're something beautiful
a contradiction

"Umm…hey" I had the worst luck, ever. I went on the roof to be alone, and found the new kid already there. He kept his back to me, which I found pretty annoying. I mean, I said "hi" to him, he could at least return the greetings.

His white hair looked so... pretty, but in a guyish way. It was all spiky and …. Oh my god. My hallucination. I was hallucinating about the new kid?

Frick.

"New kid?" He turned around and I froze. Those eyes with the color that has no name. It was his eyes?

He looked agitated, his tan face scrunched and eyebrows furrowed. Though, it looked like he finally recognized me and his face was calm.

"Is there something you need?" Yes, my best friend and … money for lunch. Oh, and my life back to the way it is. But other than that, nope, I'm perfectly fine.

Of course I didn't say that. But I wanted to.

"No, I don't need anything" He turned his back at me, satisfied with my answer.

"But" I heard him sigh and get up, heading for the door.

"NO" I screamed without thinking. He looked surprised. I was speechless for a second and only the flurry of the wind could be heard.

"You don't have to leave. I was just going to go" My footsteps were quick and hurried; I tripped on my own feet and hit my head on the door. I could feel the bump rising on my head.

You're the queen of the superficial
and how long before you tell the truth?

"I'm alright, I'm alright" I muttered. It's not like it mattered; he stood away from me, stuck in his spot.

And then I remembered why I didn't like him. I mean, I shouldn't have a reason to, I had just met him. But there was this air about him that made me feel like I was beneath him. The way he looked at me, made me feel so small, even though, technically I was small.

I just felt nervous around him, like my whole body was telling me to run away from him, to get away as fast as you can. Something isn't normal about him, run…

But I wasn't going to run. I had stopped, and before long, I wouldn't even be as fast as I was before. I wouldn't be able to … fly.

That was the saddest part. Next to the fact that Shinju had disappeared, I wouldn't be able to fly anymore. To have that airy feeling spreading through your body as you ran, freeing yourself from the world.

And I realized all of this as I sat on the hard gravel ground, clutching my head in pain and rocking back and forth, looking quite like a maniac. I think the term used is I was having a "mental breakdown"

Yes, I was breaking down mentally. My brain and body couldn't take anymore of this abuse; it was all too much for one person. Especially me, a selfish teen who only thought about herself.

I was alert of him nearing me and I looked up to see him walk past me and out the door, cool and smooth.

"Thanks for the help"

Idiot.

I leaned my head onto the metal door, feeling the coolness bring the pain down a bit. It felt nice, and was oddly calming.

I attempted to get up, but fell back on the floor the second the door opened and hit my head again. My head was hurt twice in a day, that's not a good sign.

I moaned and clutched my head, looking up to see the new kid with a glass of water in one hand and a pill in the other.

He didn't seem fazed by the fact that I was hit on the head again, instead kneeling in front of me, causing my eyes to look directly into his.

This isn't fair.

He grabbed my hand from my head, putting the pill on the middle of my palm and placed the glass of water on the floor.

I looked up at him, confused.

"Hitsugaya Toushirou"

"Oh" He must have been annoyed about the fact I called him new kid.

"Take the pill, it's for your headache, and get up out of the way of the door. By the looks of it, the next time your hit, you'll have a concussion."

I nodded solemnly, then swallowed the pill, finishing the glass of water in one gulp.

"Masako Yamagata" He pulled me to my feet, leaving a great amount of space between us, which I was thankful for.

"I know who you are" He stood in front of me, hands deep in his pockets, just like the first day.

There was an awkward silence between us, but my headache was going down, and I felt much better than before. Although he didn't seem to be aware of the silence, since he took out his cell phone and started to play with it.

Can you see that I am needing
Begging for so much more
Than you could ever give

The sound of the bell knocked me out of my day dreams. I was going to leave when I saw that the new kid, Toushirou, hadn't moved.

"Lunch is over, we have to get back to class" He looked up at me, his face apathetic.

"Go ahead, I'll go down when I want to" I smirked.

"Oh, so you're the rebel type. The kind of guy who does what he wants when he wants." I walked up to Toushirou and took a seat beside him, glancing at his phone.

It looked like he was so absorbed into it; I wanted to know what was so interesting about it.

"No, I'm not. Go to class."

"You're being a hypocrite. Telling me to do something when you aren't"

He looked officially annoyed and scooted away from me.

"I know what hypocrite means. Just do what you're told."

"Last time I checked, you weren't my father, so I don't think you can tell me what to do. Plus, we are the same age, so don't pull that 'respect your elders' bull. Well, you might be older than me, by months, but since I don't know when your birthday is, I assume we are the same age."

I was on a roll. The words just came out of my mouth so naturally, I didn't even have to think about it.

"Fine" He shut his phone and put in his pocket, getting up from beside me and patting the dirt off his pants.

His pace was quick as we walked down the stairs and into the halls. He then took the wrong turn walking towards the "High school" area of the school.

"You're going the wrong way" I whispered following him. He merely waved his hand, shutting me up.

He led me to a deserted classroom, where only a few teenagers resided, one of them I recognized as the busty lady who called him captain.

"Taicho?" There were two other girls in the room. One had orange hair and brown eyes with a graceful smile on her face. The other had black hair and indigo eyes and she looked at me with cat eyes. "What are you doing here, isn't your lunch time over?"

Toushirou grimaced and sat down on a desk, pulling out his cell phone.

"Umm..." The attention moved directly to me. "My name is Yamagata Masako; it's nice to meet you." I sounded unsure, and they must have noticed.

"We've already met" Busty woman grinned. "My name is Matsumoto Rangiku"

"Orihime Inoue"

"Kuchiki Rukia"

My stomach growled and I blushed furiously. Toushirou looked up at me and smirked.

"Would you like some of my bento?" Orihime said it in a motherly soft voice. I was so embarrassed. I waved my hands in the air, my face hot.

"No no no" I clenched my teeth together, but she insisted, placing it in my hands.

"It's really good. I made it myself"

I put it on a desk immediately and walked quickly out of the room. I heard footsteps follow me, but kept on walking not bothering to stop.

I was at the junior high part of the school when I felt a hand on my shoulder, turning me around. It was the girl with the cat eyes, Rukia.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I blushed.

"I know, my stomach was so loud. I should have eaten something." She shook her head.

"You shouldn't have run off—"

"I didn't run" She stopped and looked at me, confused.

"What?"

"I didn't run. I know what is running, and that wasn't it."

"Fine" She rolled her eyes. "You shouldn't have left, even if you were embarrassed. Orihime probably thinks it's her fault that you left. That her cooking repelled you."

"WHAT" I bit my lip. "It wasn't her fault, it's me. I really should go, tell her I'm sorry"

And I left like that. She didn't follow me, and didn't stop me. I was left in the halls, alone.

I think I'm drowning

Asphyxiated

That's the end of chapter three. The lyrics are from Muse songs. They go in this order:

-Time is running out

-Supermassive Black Hole

-Muscle Museum

-Then it is Time is running out again

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