Starr: OH. MY. GOD. Sumimasen!

Emi: Shut up -_-

Starr: I swear I—

Emi: What's your excuse this time?

Starr: I have none I'm just reaaaaally sorry!

Emi: Yeah whatever.

Starr: … Well if it makes a difference Shiro-sama's in this chappie :)

Emi: … We'll see.

Starr: I OWN NOTHING!

Emi: You don't DESERVE to own anything.

Starr: Errr… read on!

She waked to school with Ichigo, just like she normally did. She greeted her friends at the school, just like she normally did. She went to her locker and prepared for her first class, just like she normally did.

But it wasn't a normal day. Orihime knew her secret. She knew what Emi had tried so hard to hide. And Emi knew that despite her wishes, she would never have an actual normal life. Kami, did reality suck.

**BLACK ICE**

As they approached the classroom door, Emi realized she forgot something in her locker. "Oh Ichigo, I'll be right back!"

"Forgot something?" She didn't answer. "Sounds like something you'd do." Ichigo finished with his trademark scowl.

"Shut it, baka!"

"I'm not the one who forgot something." Emi groaned and, knowing she wouldn't win the argument, waved him off.

"Yeah, yeah. Try not to do anything stupid while I'm gone." Emi ran off before Ichigo could respond to her words.

It was fairly quite in the hallways, most students were already in class, chatting with friends until their teachers arrived. Further down Emi could see Orihime walking into the girl's bathroom, all bandaged up. There was a sharp, painful pang of guilt in her chest. Maybe if I'd stayed, Orihime-chan wouldn't have gotten so hurt. She pondered what would have happened if she did stay which lead her to wonder how Ichigo would have reacted. Well he couldn't be too mad… I mean he is keeping a secret from me too. Well… at least he thinks he is. She smiled mischievously.

**BLACK ICE**

Walking into the classroom Emi was greeted with a strange site; Her entire homeroom cowering in the back of the classroom and five unusual looking people standing in the front, with their backs towards her.

They weren't quite as weird as the two she saw yesterday, and they didn't seem to be hostile, but still they had their own eccentric look.

The bald one looked at her and bluntly asked, "What are you looking at."

Before she responded, Emi noticed the wooden sword at his hip and thought otherwise, "Er… nothing." She turned to the rest of her class, "Have you guys seen Ichigo?" Her classmates looked at the intruders. Emi walked forward to see what they were looking at, and there he was. He was being held up by two of the strangers. At a closer inspection it would seem that he had passed out.

Emi kneeled closely in front of him and tilted his head up. This is his body, but definitely not Ichigo… Where's the rest of him? She closed her eyes and felt around for that familiar reiatsu. Ah! There you are! Now, who are you with? Emi sprang to her feet. When she did she was face to face with the shortest of the group. He was slightly taller than her. Emi was slightly dazed by his handsome features. His spiky, snow white hair, and his eyes—oh Kami his eyes; His beautiful, turquoise eyes. They say eyes are the windows to the soul, and what Emi saw was frozen passion. All of his looks were tied together with a frown as cold as, if not colder than, Ichigo's.

The words 'love at first sight' come to mind. She thought to herself dazed. His scowl depend, "What?" He all but snarled out at her. Emi arched an eyebrow and did her best not to scoff. Never mind. She turned around and walked to her desk annoyed. The rest of the day went by as it normally would; you know other than the unconscious Ichigo that Ochi-sensei said to just put in the corner.

**BLACK ICE**

After school, Emi walked home alone since Ichigo was still gone. But surprisingly enough when she arrived at the house she could feel his familiar presence, her brow furrowed, as well as few unfamiliar ones.

Emi walked up to Ichigo's room, tempted to just pass by and continue reading the new manga she bought. As usual, her curiosity got the best of her. She opened his door and there he was sitting on his bed, surrounded by the new students she saw earlier today, plus one. The same white haired boy rudely asked, "What's she doing here?" Before Ichigo could reply Emi retorted, just as crude "I live here. What are you doing here?"

There was silence as Emi and the boy had an intense staring contest, and if looks could kill they'd both be lying lifeless on the floor. "Emi..." Ichigo's usual grumpy voice broke the silence. She looked to him, not missing the victorious smirk on the boy's face. The look on Ichigo's face said it all, Emi sighed, "Fine." With that she left the room.

Still peeved, Emi flopped onto her bed and fumed about 'that infuriating white haired jerk'.It wasn't until after she felt him leave that she dared go back to Ichigo's room.

Emi didn't bother knocking and opened the door. She joined him crossed legged on the bed and they sat in silence. She was worried. Ichigo looked angry when she left. What if he turned out to be like all the others? Let her into their lives and then turn her away when she got to close. What if he didn't even want her in the first place?

"You have really weird friends." He chuckled.

Yeah, that was a stupid thought anyway.

Emi: Wait, wait, wait, wait! What do you mean like the people before?

Starr: Hmmmm…..

Emi: Was that supposed to be a hint?

Starr: Hmmmmmmm…..

Emi: My god woman, tell me!

Starr: Hmmmmmm…

Emi: -_-

Starr: Reviews are always appreciated!

Emi: Staaaaarrrrr!

Starr: Hmmmmmmmmmm…..