Ichigo walked by and sat beside me, "Good morning Kaien" He had orange hair and orange-brown eyes; he had a friendly smile and scar he got across his nose when he was little in the war. "Hey," I said.
Mr. Kuchiki walked in. "Hello class." he said without even sharing a glance with the students.
"Hello Mr. Kuchiki." everyone said in unison. "Let's get strait to it, ok? The sooner we do this, the sooner it is over, right?" he said, his usual morning bitterness taking place, "Kaien come up here and draw us what a Stance Number 23 would look like." I groaned and got up, all the girls giggling. To them I was a "dream-boat", whatever that was...
I walked to the board, "I'm not much of an artist, though."
Everyone laughed, especially the girls. "Very funny Mr. Shiba, get to it, and hurry."
I started to draw what a Stance Number 23 would look like. We just numbered what fighting poses and attacks that are in this school. Who knows why, but we did. The chalk screeched against the board and I was nearly finished.
A few more touches and I was done. I turned around, facing the class.
"Exactly right, Kaien, exactly what'd I'd expect from someone like you." Ichigo rolled his eyes, "Nerd." he joked. He always was jealous of me, but in a playful manner. All the girls giggled. I sighed and went to my desk.
An hour passed and class was over, we'd have an hour break and come back. We had to stay on campus. Our bell rang and the class all got up and went out. "Good job Kaien -kun." A girl named Sora told me.
"Tha--wait...did you say Kaieni 'kun'?" I asked, surprised, it was the first time anyone actually called me that.
"Mm-hm, what's wrong? Would you rather be called Kaien-sama, knowing your power and all..." she said, flirtatiously.
"Um..no! I want to be called Kaien-kun! Call me that!" She walked away, her blue hair waving in the wind. Her eyes were also blue, but a darker shade. I didn't really like her...in fact I hated her. She was the type of girl no one liked. It just caught me off guard when, for the first time, I was remarked as "kun". Her outfits are also...disturbing as you could put it. She was wearing a sleeveless white shirt that showed most of her stomach. It had a white skull bone, circled by a pink heart. She was wearing a white skirt that went up to her thighs that had black buttons circling it at the bottom. Her shoes were black high-heels. Her hair was in two pig tails on the side of her head.
"What was with that?" Ichigo asked. "Nothin', just caught me off guard when she referred to me as 'kun'."
"Why?" he asked. "No reason, let's go outside and have a snack." So with that, we walked outside. As soon as we pressed the doors open, the sun shined in our eyes. I squinted and we started to walk. "Where do you wanna eat?" he asked. "Anywhere." Usually our place to eat was on the window of the second floor. You'd think we meant in the room of the second floor. Nope. On the window. We sat on the window and ate. We usually just climb up there. We trainees have...skills...as you could put it. "Want to sit at the usual spot?" Ichigo said. "Sure, let's go." We jumped up to the roof of the first floor which curved downward like a traditional Japanese roof; we jumped one more to the second floor roof and walked to "our" window.
"'Kay, should i go get the food?" he offered. "Um, sure, thanks." I sat down and put one knee up and rested my arm on it. "'Kay, do you mind what you eat?" "No, bring me anything." He nodded and jumped down. Um, would I consider him as a friend? Usually I have no friends, but I'd probably get better through life with one. He is the only person I usually talked to daily. I guess I could consider him as one.
Just then I was joined in a flash by another fellow classmate. It was a girl named Inoue. "Um...hello." I said. "Hi, I was wondering...your the only person I saw nearby, so I figured that'd I'd ask you a question I was wondering." She explained. "Um...ok, what is it?" I asked. Most people in my class would love to be friends with me, so they could go around bragging that they are friends with the great "Kaien-sama". I rolled my eyes at that and listened to Inoue's question.
"We have been working for quite a while as a trainee, a year and a half to be exact...would you know when graduation is?" She asked. I thought for a minute, and now that I was actually thinking about that subject I realized I had no information on that, even though it's an important question. Apparently Mr. Kuchiki never brought it up. "Um, no, I don't think the date has been mentioned yet." I replied. "Oh, um, thanks." she said and stood up. I didn't move my position ever since I sat down, "No problem." She looked shy, her cheeks were more red than usual, "Bye..." she said quietly and jumped down. When she went down, Ichigo came up. He had a basket in his right hand. "Hey, what was she doin' up here?" "Asking a question," I replied. "What's in the basket?" "Oh I have a few rice balls, jelly filled, too. I have a cup of ramen if you'd like some." He offered. "I'll take the jelly filled rice ball." I answered. He nodded and took out a few.
The day went on and we ate a few rice balls. Afterward there was still twenty minute left of a brake. We jumped down and decided just to walk around.
We sat on a bench in the green grass. In front was a white path with different colored rocks imprinted in it. The path led to the school. "I just thought of something...when's graduation?" He asked, just repeating the question that the Inoue girl asked. "Wow...that's exactly Inoue and I was wondering." I replied. He shrugged. Sora walked by with one of her friends, or as I call it, "drones". "Hey,Kaien..." she said. I rolled my eyes.
"Gosh, all the girls love you right?" Ichigo asked. I nodded.
For some reason I had a really bad feeling something was going to happen. Not a good thing, either. Maybe that's why if was so quiet today. And somehow it seemed like Ichigo could read my mind or something of that matter. "What's wrong?" he asked me. "Nothing," I replied. I'm not one to explain things, I don't like that. Besides, I think my personal life should stay personal. "'Nothing' is always your answer, isn't it?" I chuckled, he kinda is right. The bell rang. Wow, twenty minutes really flew by.
We all walked toward the building, and once we entered. Mr. Kuchiki was waiting for us, patiently for once. We all took a seat and waited for him to speak up.
"You probably didn't notice, but I heard what you guys were saying. Seems like a lot of you are wondering when graduation is, right?" he asked. Everyone's jaws dropped. How did he know that?
"Right?" he asked once more. "Right," a few people said. "Well, believe it or not. You need a graduation test...a fight, with me, if you are able to get a scratch on me in less than five minutes, you pass!" he exclaimed.
"What the heck?!" Most people shouted. I didn't show any reaction, it really didn't surprise me. Anyways, I could probably hit him in less than three minutes. I scoffed, and unfortunately he heard me. He laughed, "Getting a little cocky are we?" Everyone stopped murmuring about how this was stupid and looked to see who he was referring to. "Right, Kaien?" Now all eyes stared at me.
I scoffed once more, which probably wasn't a good idea. "You think you could do this without a scratch, Mr. Shiba?" he asked. My eyes were closed and I had a sly smile on my face. After all, I hated this school, so I really didn't care what happened to me. I wouldn't care if I got kicked out or not. So I made a remark which probably wasn't the best idea, "I could do this in less than three minutes." I repeated, except this time, out loud. This probably made him mad. His eyes widened and he raised his black eyebrows, "Oh really?" I raised my eyebrows, too. He took that as a "yes". He walked over to me and pulled me up by my arms. "What're you doing?" I asked aggressively. He walked me over to the front of the room. With one hand he pushed his desk to the side of the wall. The noise it made sounded like thunder. "Let's see if what you say is true, Kaien. Being cocky is what makes people lose." Mr. Kuchiki took his shirt off and showed the muscles under the robe he was wearing. "Prepare yourself." I stood in a fighting stance. Stance 12 to be exact. Mr. Kuchiki threw me a wooden sword. "Wooden? I thought I was supposed to scratch you."
He scoffed, "Like I'd trust you with a sword." That was where I drew the line. I rushed at him with my sword, and he did the same... except his was real. When I was inches away from him I hitched my leg around his, twirled around him and put my sword against his neck. His eyes widened in amazement. I smiled. "Impressive," he said. Gasps filled the air "Looks like I pass." I said in his ear