I'm back, and as mentioned on my Bleach Sleeping Angels FF, I have been in the hospital. Thanks for all the support and CC on the previous two chapters and I hope you enjoy :). Once I am done with the story, I will have more time so then I will edit it.
Danny walked out of the Kouchou-sensei's office, his face completely bewildered and at the strange man's antics. At first sight, you would usually believe that the aforementioned man would be a hard-working, respectable man. However, it seemed as though he didn't care about what other people thought about his childish behaviour.
Brushing off the thought of the man, Danny walked down the seemingly endless hallway to find the class he was assigned to, 1-3. Even though it seemed as if it was going to be so easy, everywhere he went, it all looked the same. It was as if he was walking in a maze; the school was incredibly large compared to the external aesthetics.
Eventually, he managed to reach a room with the class number '1-3' written on it. Reaching for the door handle, he slowly twisted it and took a deep breath. Hopefully this won't last too long. He wasn't a sucker for attention like most people. In addition, he really didn't want to be asked twenty-one questions by almost every strange student in the school.
Sighing in annoyance, he opened the classroom door and stepped through. As he opened the previously mentioned object, all the heads in the room turned towards him, eyeing him down with their emotionally confused eyes and expressions. No-one in the school had seen him before - apart from the ones who saw him on the school grounds - nor have they even heard of a new student joining the class. Apart from the teacher, who knew his enrolment into the school.
"You must be the new student," a woman at the front of the classroom noted. Smiling at the raven-haired boy who just walked in.
"Y-Yes," Danny answered awkwardly, glancing at the class who still gazed at him.
"Daniel Fenton?" She questioned, a bewildered expression grew upon her face after hearing and saying a strange and extremely uncommon name. A name of which she had never heard of before. 'Must be foreign,' she thought before pointing towards a seat. "Sit next to Ichigo, he may be a pain sometimes though."
Without answering, the ghost-boy strolled over towards the seat, head facing down as he walked along the small pathway where he was designated to sit. Ichigo Kurosaki was the boy's name, something he had never heard before. Though he did get a glance at him when the teacher, Misato Ochi, directed her finger towards him to mention where he had to sit. "Only for one month," he muttered under his breath as he sat down. His words almost too quiet to hear. Despite the boy next to him hearing.
As class sluggishly dragged onwards, the halfa had felt many eyes braying into either the back or the side of his head. He wouldn't care to look at those eyes he could feel glaring at him, due to the awkwardness he would have to face as the emotion would basically punch him. One thing which really annoyed him though was a certain few students who wouldn't stop looking at him. The others had a few glances, but the three mentioned stared as if he had done something terribly wrong.
Instead of getting riled up about it, he just focussed his attention on the chocolate-haired teacher of whom was giving a lecture about attendance. Her eyes were like daggers, Danny concluded. Despite her average Japanese look, Danny could tell that behind her appearance, she was a demon awaiting its prey. He could tell that she really loved to annoy her students and make fun of them whilst embarrassing them in front of the whole class. 'Better not get on her bad side...' he thought to himself, giving a small smirk.
Taking his chances, he turned to face the orange-haired boy. He examined him thoroughly as the substitute also examined him. He had slightly spiky orange hair which shone in the luminous light of the classroom, his chocolate, brown eyes gazing into his aqua, blue eyes. His figure was quite tall and muscular, despite the fact that it wasn't very easy to see. Ichigo Kurosaki looked more like a delinquent teenager rather than an average Karakura student. Danny raised his hand ever so slightly and waved. He made sure that the Kurosaki boy was the only to notice that, therefore he sluggishly moved it for a second before pulling it back down; earning a perplexed reaction from his seat-neighbour.
After the small gesture, he gave an awkward grin which was more or less like a grimace of stupidity. Like when you get a simple answer which requires no logical sense wrong. Ichigo's expression remained the same. Giving up, Danny just continued to face the front, trying to forget about what had just happened. Oh this was not going to go amazingly well for the black-haired boy. It was definitely going to be one month in hell.
Eventually, the seemingly endlessly long class had finally come to an end. Daniel Fenton sighed as he stood up, picked up his bulky books and carelessly placed them into his bag. Lunch was just around the corner, a few hours of his day already wasted in that disastrous hell. How long can a class be? Honestly, another long one like that and he was going to die of the bothersome boredom. He just wanted to scream!
What made it worse was that he was being followed and watched by a certain three, peculiar and suspicious looking people. Well, one of them - a female - not looking so bad. Whereas the other two, Ichigo and another boy with red, pineapple-like spiky hair. He looked like a complete thug with all of his thick, black tattoos. They just roared destruction. Not to mention his piercing, brown eyes that could murder someone with a quick glance. Those people (excluding the girl) looked frightening.
The ghost-boy just walked down the corridor, still being followed. Walked into his final class before lunch and surprise, surprise. They were in the exact same class as him. 'Are they stalking me?!' Danny screamed on the inside. Was he going to get his face smashed in by them? Were they out to get him? What had he possibly done wrong to them, he's new, he hadn't done anything wrong?!
Ichigo, Renji and Rukia could definitely tell that this new kid, Daniel Fenton was the source of the strange spiritual pressure. They needed to get it out of him, they needed to corner him somewhere where they were all alone. Ichigo and Renji could possibly confront him when he was in the restroom, but that would only get suspicious if someone was hiding out in there and they didn't know. Besides, what were the chances that they could do that? High, seen as though they were in a few classes together. Coincidence, maybe?
When the aforementioned trio entered the classroom, following the boy, he looked panicked. Almost as if he was being stalked; knowing he was going to be stabbed in the back if he lost/dropped his guard.
Each of them sat down, Renji, Rukia and Ichigo all back at the class, Danny being at the front. Relieved that he couldn't be glared at by their piercing eyes, due to the human giraffe sitting behind him.
He could finally have a lesson without being stared by the three anomalies. Though that didn't stop the rest of the class gawking at him...
Yeah. Attempted humour in there, sorry. I should really stop trying to use it; I'm really not good at it... I spent about 5 hours on this chapter, getting it all right, seeing if I could have made it better in some areas. Improving my writing for the reviewers. Before you mention it, I know that I kind of repeated myself with all of the 'staring at him' parts, but it's only in this chapter really. But think about it. If you was new, foreign, had weird spiritual pressure, went to the same school as Ichigo, you would be stared at. Considering all of the phenomenons happening there.