Hey guys! First of all I'd like to thank Analogue582, Darkkiss18, and pmw928 for showing me how to spell Yoruichi and Kisuke right. And to my fellow readers who have wondered where I've disappeared to, I'm sorry *sniff sniff* I've had finals all week and will have them all next week, so my updates are going to be slow for chapters 3 and 4 Well, I hope you enjoy chapter 2!
Faint sunlight made its way through dark purple curtains. She'd been awake for a while. Sitting up in bed, Yoruichi ran a hand through her electric purple hair. He was crazy, he was so so crazy, but at the same time he was so damn right! Her husband was still sleeping peacefully, breathing in and out, with that ridiculous smile on his face. Well, she wasn't going to do it alone, she'd need him to help her. This would be too new to all of them, she'd need some back up. This had never been done before, but think about how many offers her students would get from dance companies worldwide! This was happening, the two classes would merge.
Tugging at the grey material, Rukia bit her lip. She scanned the boisterous lunch room, searching for a familiar face among Barbies.
Momo
She bolted, dodging fake nails, blonde highlights, and purple and pink stilettos. She tugged down at the skirt while she sped over to the roundish blue table. Everyone could probably see her chappy underwear. Ever since the student council had convinced the school board of Kurakara Girls Academy that the long skirts where unfashionable, a large amount of material was left by the way side. Rangiku Matsumoto had sent the board over the edge with her argument of "Instead of publically shaming girls for wearing normal clothing, start teaching male teachers not to over sexualize normal female body parts." At the time Rukia had thought that Rangiku's argument was hilarious. It had been an ongoing rumor that the only way that Rangiku had passed ninth grade biology was through some very…intense and private meetings with their teacher, Mr. Woodward.
Almost reaching the table where her best friend was sitting quietly, munching on an egg sandwich, Rukia felt another body fragment into another body. She was sent backwards and her temporarily blurred vision disallowed her to see who she'd bumped into. A shrill shriek ripped across the chic cafeteria and Rukia stumbled back into balance. Although she'd wished that the collision had knocked her unconscious when she saw what was in front of her.
Orihime Inoue was hunched over, boobs dangling out of her uniform shirt (A new fashion introduced by non-other than Rangiku) with spaghetti salad spilled all over her. She looked shocked until she saw Rukia standing stunned before her. Orihime's vulnerable and shocked expression curled into a knowing and a bitchy one.
"Is this how low the Kuchiki family stoops when they know they've been beaten?" it took Rukia a second to realize what Orihime had meant.
"Jealous that I've become a better dancer than you? Afraid you'll lose your reputation? Afraid that someone else will have the spotlight this year?"
Will have the spotlight?! Did Madame Yoruichi already pick the soloist?!
The fearful feeling must've reflected on Rukia's face because Orihime smiled wickedly.
"You're just a jealous bitch."
That was IT. Rukia was going to go easy on the girl, but after insulting her family, her passion, and her maturity, Rukia was going to let her have it.
"Inoue, just so you know, I could never take you as a serious threat with your boobs hanging out of your shirt like that. You look like you should be working a street corner."
A large amount of OHhhh!'s echoed through the cafeteria. Was the whole school watching this fight commence? Better give 'em a show then.
"Maybe I should help you cover up Hun." Rukia said sweetly before dumping her tray of salad, mashed potatoes, and milkshake on to Orihime's chest.
Orihime let out a shriek once more and the lunch room was filled with girls' voices rambling on about what they'd just witnessed. Rukia was given one moment of grace before a tight and painful hand gripped her bicep. An angry, thin black haired teacher was on the other end of the iron grip. "You're coming with me!" was the only thing that the frightening woman said before dragging Rukia off to the principal's office. Rukia's brain was in a daze. Had she really just done that? Had she really just dumped her lunch tray on to Orihime's massive chest? As realization began to slither into her consciousness, Rukia's heart began to pound, her ears began to burn from embarrassment, and her face was undoubtedly red. Although she should've been feeling remorse, she should've been upset and frightened by getting in trouble, she felt twistedly amused.
Ichigo Kurosaki dumped whatever had been on that sickly blue lunch tray into a cylinder bin that served as a trash can. Kurakara Public High school wasn't low budget, they were just…conservative.
"Yo! Ichigoooo!"
God damn it.
The orange haired high school student shifted his weight and just managed to dodge a flying body, which subsequently crashed into the stack of old blue trays, and caused them to fall.
"Hey Ichigo." Keigo managed a sheepish giggle as he lifted one of the blue trays off of his face.
"Hey Keigo." Ichigo grumbled.
"So Ichigo, I heard you got your ass handed to you by some chick." A smaller, black haired boy laughed as he passed his taller orange haired friend, tossing the remains of his lunch in the trash. Ichigo's ears burned and her face got a bit red. "Uryu." He growled, looking at his slender pale friend, angrily marching towards him.
"Whoa!" Uryu said, leaning back, raising his hands innocently. "Don't shoot the messenger, Renji is the one spreading the rumor like wild fire." Ichigo's eyebrows raised and his head whipped around to the tables behind him, where Renji sat, laughing with some other underclassmen crowding him. The orange haired boy was just about to storm over to the red haired man when Uryu's nasally voice made Ichigo's blood boil.
"But seeing the way you're reacting, I guess the rumor is true." Uryu smirked slyly, pushing up his glasses.
"I'll deal with you later, Ishida." Ichigo spat in his direction, before angrily storming over to the rectangular lunch table in which his red haired opponent sat. "HEY! RENJI!" Ichigo shouted loud enough to make the underclassmen around Renji jump. The red haired man looked over so fast that he may have given himself whiplash in the process. The moment the two muscular men made eye contact, Renji's smirk dropped to the ground. Ichigo hit the table with the palms of his hands. "what the hell dog!" He said tensely, looking at Renji and furrowing his eyebrows. "Ya had no more stories to tell your groupies"-he gestured to the younger boys around them, who started to protest-"So ya made up some whack story about that doe beating me?" Renji looked taken back and thought a moment before responding. "The chick had moves"-"But she never beat me Renji!" Ichigo interrupted stubbornly. Sure he didn't play football or basketball, but the thing that made Ichigo a badass in their school was his "totally sick and ill hip hop moves". Anybody who was anybody in Kurakara public high school knew Ichigo Kurosaki and he would not have his reputation diminished by some spoiled little rich ballerina who could pull a few moves.
Renji sighed, defeated. He didn't want to admit it though, not in front of his fans, or what Ichigo had called, his "groupies". Thinking fast and impulsively, which was something Renji was awfully good at he just gave Ichigo a defiant smirk and laughed. "Fine, if she didn't beat ya, you can prove it tonight."
Ichigo's eyes widened, and he took a step back. "Tonight?" he asked, his voice cloaked in confusion and hesitation.
Renji rolled his eyes and took out his cracked phone, flipping through messages before shoving the cracked screen in Ichigo's face.
"Kisuke sent out a text to everyone that there was a mandatory class tonight. See?"
Ichigo pushed the damaged phone away from his face, annoyed with Renji's smart ass attitude.
"Yeah yeah I saw it." He scowled and slouched, no longer feeling aggravated, just normally annoyed with everyone. Renji smirked and put his phone back in his back pocket. I hope that glass pokes you in the ass. Ichigo mentally yelled towards Renji.
"So tonight, just prove that that doll didn't and couldn't have beaten you. You should have all the deets on your phone dog. Its normal class time and ends at nine tonight." Ichigo nodded and sighed, pulling his own phone out of his own back pocket of his baggy jeans that hung extremely low on his butt. Taking in all the details of the surprise and mandatory practice, he nodded. "kay." He looked over at Renji with a challenging look. "Consider me already the winner." He smirked at his friend defiantly and his friend smirked back, responding with an "ayyyyee!"
"Ms. Kuchiki, I am very surprised with your behavior." The female principal cleared her throat and looked at Rukia like a disappointed parent. The woman was clothed in a navy blue uniform and had black rectangular glasses that were perched upon her ski slope nose. She was middle aged and black hair tied neatly in a sleek bun. Rukia looked down, her face burning with embarrassment.
"I am very sorry. It won't happen again Mrs. Chapel." She murmured, hands folded in her lap and biting her bottom lip in shame. Although she was surprised to realize that she didn't regret doing it, it had actually been very satisfying. Mrs. Chapel nodded and pushed up her glasses.
"I know it won't happen again, you are one of our star students ms. Kuchiki, which is why I took the liberty to phone your father"- Rukia's neck cracked and she licked her lips, wincing at the word "father"
"He's not my real dad." She responded quickly, as if it was painful to say but she just had to. Mrs. Chapel blinked, taken back a bit, she sighed.
"He is your legal guardian. Now he advised me to give you as many detentions as I pleased for your unacceptable behavior."
Rukia winced at that sentence, she couldn't miss dance. She just couldn't miss dance. She would accept this punishment, but she just could not miss classes. Not now with the show case coming up.
"BUT,I am aware of my students private lives and I understand you have a very important engagement coming up with the career of your choice and the Kurakara Girls Academy wants nothing more than success for all of our students."
Rukia's face perked up. Was this really happening?! She started to utter out a thank you, smiling ear to ear when Mrs. Chapel interrupted her.
"Now, understand that I am giving you this one and only chance because you are one of our star pupils." She said sternly. Rukia nodded, over joyed and filled to the brim with relief and excitement.
"You may now leave and Ms. Kuchiki." The female principal called as Rukia was just exiting the room. "Do NOT let it happen again."
As the day began to wind down, Rukia lazily made her way to the last class of the day. She held her books close to her chest and held her head high through the hallways. The fake, plastic girls around her exchange bitchy looks and were talking about who's frat party happen last weekend, and who made out with who, and who cheated on this one, and who drank too much and puked on that one. Utterly dull and lifeless conversations in Rukia's mind. These girls where just trophy wives waiting to happen, and that's all they'd ever amount to be, so she wasn't intimidated by them. Walking into her last class, Rukia sat down next to Momo, who was engrossed in her newest romance novel. The sweet girl glanced up from her page to meet Rukia's amethyst gaze and set down the book excitedly.
"Everyone's talking about what you did." She said in her high voice with a smirk, watching her friend sit down.
"Why do I care again?" Rukia sighed, just about done with the people in this school. Why was everyone in each other's business?
"Because most of them loved it, Rukia!" Momo squealed. "They say you really gave that snob what she deserved. Too bad you'll have to see her tonight at your practice though…"Momo quieted.
Rukia straightened up and looked at Momo. "What? I don't have practice today."
"Yes you do. Everyone's talking about it. You have an emergency mandatory practice tonight from 6 to 9. It should have been emailed to you."
What?! Rukia whipped her white shining new IPhone out of her baby blue coach bag, which she carried everywhere with her. Sure enough, there was a new email from Madame Yoruichi. Rukia sighed and leaned back in her seat. Why am I always the last to know about everything?! I'm even the last to know about my own schedule! Although she silently thanked Momo for telling her, if she hadn't, Rukia would have probably not even seen the email.
"I guess you're right." Rukia said, her voice laced with stress. She was not ready to see Orihime again after what happened at lunch. She was not ready to see Orihime ever again for that matter.