i have edited this so hopefully it's a bit better as far grammar, also, sorry for the text slang if anyone caught it, i wrote a part on my phone and sent it to my e-mail and forgot to fix it.

The small, white haired boy lay on the cold, wet ground. Blood flowed from his bruised and battered head; his bare torso was also covered in bruises and blood… the affects of a merciless beating. His pants were torn and tattered, now useless for their purpose.

"Boy, get in here!" a harsh man's voice shouted, "Your first day of school's tomorrow and you won't be late! No excuses! Get in the house now, or I'll let your brothers bring you in!"

His brothers? Anything but them, he could not be brought in by them again. Not after what they did last time….. Slowly and painfully he got up off the ground. He limped toward the small, house that held him, his parents, and his five older brothers. Upon reaching the inside, he felt the warmth of a fire, but the only thing that it represented to him was a family that didn't want him, a house he didn't belong in.

Why did they keep him in the first place? They hated him, beat him, and abused him in almost every possible way, so why did they bother with him. In his mind, it didn't make sense for people who didn't want him around to keep him around, but that was his life, and begrudgingly, he had to accept it.

As he limped up to his room, his heart held fear, fear for the ridicules, rejections, and all around horrors this new high school would bring.

***

Karakura high, the school the boy was now attending as a sophomore. He had skipped quite a few grades, three exactly, and was considered to be a genius to all the students who attended the school. Although no one could quite figure out why he decided to transfer so late in the school year, he hadn't moved into town. In fact, he was transferring from a high school not far off.

The boy entered the building making his way to the office. He thanked the lord he had talked to the principal before transferring, it allowed him less hassle.

"Hello." He spoke quietly to the woman behind the office desk. "I'm Toshiro Hitsugaya, the new transfer student."

"Ah yes," the lady replied, "nice to meet you, I have your schedule here and your locker number and combination, also a note to your homeroom teacher Mr. Kyouraku. Normally we would have someone escort you there, but we're a little short on teachers right now."

"It's fine." The boy said as he turned to leave.

"Oh, wait, young man." She stopped him, and he turned to her, showing her he was listening. "Your hood is not permitted in our dress code, I'm afraid you'll have to take it off." Here he handed her a note.

"From the principal." Was all he said as she read it.

"Oh, I see. Well in that case, have a nice day." He nodded his head and left the office.

He walked down the hall to his locker, number 74, and stuffed his book bag inside. He then walked to his homeroom class; room 307 took a deep breath and opened the door. He entered his homeroom class filled with staring teens His head was held low, he wore a hoodie & jeans, his hood was up hiding him from the world. He whished they would just ignore him as he headed for the back corner, avoiding onlookers eyes. Some stared for a little while, but most just went back to talking amongst themselves, so far so good.

"Hello there."

***

Ichigo Kurosaki watched the small boy enter the room. His hood was up, a shadow was cast on his face so he could only see the outline of it. He could, however, see a strand of white hair showing out from under the gray hood, he could also tell the boy walked with a slight limp. Ichigo watched as the boy sat as far away from everyone as he possibly could.

"That's him?" one of Ichigo's friends asked. "I'm sorry but he looks like a freak, I was expecting someone slightly taller and not as dark." Ichigo ignored his red headed friend and walked over to the small boy.

"Hello there" Ichigo said with a smile on his face. The boy looked up & Ichigo saw a flash of teal before they were hidden back behind his hood.

Ichigo heard an almost inaudible "hi."

"my name's Ichigo." the orange haired teen tried to start up a conversation.

"Toshiro." the almost inaudible voice spoke. 'Please just leave me alone.'

Ichigo tried to think of a topic they both knew. "What's your first class?" he tried a new tactic.

"Biology."

"Me too! How 'bout second period?"

"Language arts."

"Let me see your schedule." The boy handed it over. "Your schedule is the exact same as mine!" he exclaimed

Joy

"How 'bout you stick with me... I'll help you find all your classes."

Unwillingly, the boy agreed.

***

The end of the day finally came; Toshiro had been dragged along all day by Ichigo. He had helped him find all his classes like he said, but he had also done it while talking non stop. His teachers were like that too, constantly asking him things about himself, trying to make him feel more comfortable, but failing miserably. But finally, school was out and he started to head home.

"Hey Toshiro!" he turned to see Ichigo running toward him.

"Yes?" the boy tried so hard to not sound annoyed.

"Why don't you hang out with us for a little while before going home?"

Toshiro scanned the group he had hung out with, a red head with weird tattoos who had done nothing but scowl at him all day, Renji. A small black haired girl who had a strand in her face and had been pretty nice, Rukia. Two busty girls with reddish orange hair who were overly excited and ate weird things, Orihime and Rangiku. And two other boys who showed almost no emotion and one was three times his size, Chad and Uryu.

"No, I'm sorry," he said. "I have to go." And before anyone could protest, he swiftly walked away. He couldn't do friends, not again, the walls he built around himself were too thick now. He would not make the same mistake he had in the past; he would make sure of it.

***

Ichigo lay awake on his bed, he couldn't understand why he couldn't get through to the boy, he also couldn't understand why he cared so much. It was a single kid, but Ichigo felt a need here, there was something about Toshiro that just gave him this gut feeling, and he never ignored his gut feeling, besides no one else was trying, and you can't be thirteen in high school and be friendless right? Of course not, you'd be fresh meat! So Ichigo decided he would befriend this kid, he'd already got him to warm up to him right? Right.

***

Upon arriving home, Toshiro was grabbed by rough hands who tossed him around, hitting him and slapping his face. "How was school you little freak?" "Were you shunned on your first day?" the taunting voices of his brothers rang in Toshiro's ears.

"That's enough, boys, time for dinner." His father ceased Toshiro's torment. The five older boys sat around the table, Toshiro took his food up to his room in the attic and ate. When he had finished he waited until he could hear the sounds of his family getting in bed. He lowered the ladder and took care of the mess in the kitchen, then went back up, raised the ladder, and went to sleep.