Was this a day late? I think it was a day late.

Sorry, the inspiration waterfall was not flowing all that well last week, so I could only get it out on Monday.

Anyways, hope you enjoy the rest of the story!

Let us introduce you to the next set of characters and how Murasaki will interact with them!

PLAY SCENE!

(I do not own Bleach.)

Chapter 4

Normality

"I am in need of some excitement and adventure as this chapter of the book called 'My Life' is a getting a little boring." -Unknown

After Ryuu-kun left to go to his own classes and she had slipped into her own, the days started to get slightly monotonous. Doing the same thing, over and over again, plus no chance of being able to participate in anything till next week, (Something about school regulations) Murasaki was starting to get desperately bored.

The classes were high level but uninteresting and easy, (Murasaki was beginning to miss her old school more and more) and the students were void of all personality, just like the entire school was void of color.

Murasaki tried to convince herself numerous times that there were just people she hadn't met yet, that it was just going to be boring in class this week, and that it was just her trying to get used to the new school, but she was starting to get sick of being optimistic by Friday.

Taking her White Chocolate Mocha Cappuccino in hand, she left the Starbucks and proceeded to leave the food area. The cafeteria had such incredible food, but it was starting to get a little annoying how healthy and expensive looking it was.

So Murasaki had asked her Mom to make quesadillas this morning, and was now heading over to the usual place she went to for lunch- The veranda that was located, fortunately enough, right next to the library.

Passing through the warm and homy bookshelves, she arrived right at the veranda, hidden behind a huge bookshelf. Slipping around it, she opened the doors to the veranda and sat down on a wooden bench set outside.

Taking out her quesadillas, she munched on them thoughtfully, a sip of white mocha balanced in between. And no, Murasaki had not made any friends. The students here were generally nice, but not interesting at all, and not even worth really getting to know.

She missed the chatter and kindness of her best friend, Anna, and the strange strictness in which Shali did her homework, or how Chase and Ace used to compete with each other but also look at each other like brothers.

Murasaki missed her old school very badly. She missed it so badly, in fact, that she even considered handing off her position to Shali, who had wanted to come here before anything else. The Indian girl probably had gotten over the fact that Murasaki had taken the position from her, but her overachieving friend wanted as much experience as she could get- and this was the perfect place to do so.

But Shali would be so lonely, so desolate in a place like this, even if she tried to brush it all off by burying herself in her studies. Murasaki had no regrets. None at all.

But she still wished for a little more excitement to her days.

A neon-blue haired predatory sophomore might do the trick. And yes, I did just say that.

Heh.

After last period, Murasaki started to wander the hallways.

Since her brother went to a private catholic school, her mother always had to pick him up, which meant that she would be second, aka half an hour after the bell rings.

Most of the students had already left in their private chauffeurs and limousines or their own super expensive sports cars, and all that was left was the occasional student staying after for additional help.

Murasaki, of course, hurriedly passed by the dark corners where strange lecherous noises echoed. She wasn't a total idiot. But of course, because of her bad luck, when she sneaked into the Library to pick up a copy of the Iliad, there had to be a couple kissing each other.

And yeah, his hands were getting under her shirt, and her hands were pulling her tie off. So of course, being the smart and sneaky Murasaki she is, the girl pivoted quietly on her heel and snuck away, ducking into the nearest bookshelf.

She breathed a sigh of relief and then quickly ran away in the other direction, navigating the library like a pro, since it was one of the places that she mapped out quicker than any where else.

The boy, who had promptly pulled away from the girl, looked up, his cerulean eyes narrowing and face twisting into a scowl. The girl before him had nice boobs, a great body, and a pretty face, but had fainted much too easily, no stamina whatsoever.

That other girl, who he had not failed to notice, was fast and light on her feet, making the quick decision to run away without gaping or screaming. (the usual reaction)

He hadn't seen her face, but he had caught sight of a red ribbon. A sophomore, just like him. Interesting. Lips curling up in a feral grin, his features almost catlike, the boy stepped away from the fainted girl, walking away nonchalantly like nothing ever happened.

His blood was starting to thrum with adrenaline, his mind racing and his instinct itching to just go and run off and capture the prey. But patience was something of value in this situation only, though he was fully confident in his abilities to go find the girl, since he had memorized her scent.

What was with all of these excuses that his mind was making? He knew fully well his own way of doing things more than anybody else.

And Grimmjaw Jagearjaques could not deny that he loved the chase.

A cold shiver racked Murasaki's body as a strange feeling made a voice in her head speak up.

Murasaki. Someone is starting a hunt. And the prey is you.

Gee, could my day get any better? Who is it?

I don't know. But this isn't an opponent I can defeat. As much as I hate to admit it, flight is the better choice.

I would already be doing that as long as I knew who the hell I am supposed to be avoiding.

I'll tell you when I see him.

How will you recognize him?

I'll just know. My instincts are screaming at me just from him setting his sights on you. If he's nearby, I'll probably be able to tell you where he is.

That's just wonderful. Could my life get any worse?

Purple is starting to affect you.

No, Red, that's not true. I was already sarcastic and whiney person from the beginning.

Whatever you are, you are still the soul in this body and I am a part of you as you are a part of me.

...For some reason, that has cheered me up a lot more than anything else has in a long time.

Glad I'm helping. I think your Mom is here now, too.

Impeccable timing, as never.

I thought the exact same thing.

Great minds think alike.

I suppose so.

Or maybe we're just all idiots that have an uncanny sense of instinct.

That's just me, Murasaki. You're normal.

You never fail to remind me of that fact.

I'm so sorry! THIS IS SO LATE! IT'S THURSDAY!

WHAT THE HELL AM I THINKING?

Anyways, apologies for the late update, and the next update will be last week of April, FOR REAL THIS TIME.

Sayonara,

Allora