I know plenty of time reviewers comment on my subtle grammar mistakes. I don't get it, I would re-read my draft like five times and it would still have a few errors. It doesn't make any sense. Anyway, I would've updated sooner but I kept getting sidetracked by reading Naruto online. ^_^ Been trying to catch up what I missed in the past two years!
Cresent by Boogermeister
Chapter 2- The Scary Transfers
Ichigo immediately leapt back the moment his father tried to pounce on him from the roof of the family's two storied house. The black-haired, middle-aged vampire groaned in pain from his face planted against the concrete ground. "Hello to you too, Dad," frowned Ichigo as he walked over the man to get inside the house. "I'm home, Mom!" he called out.
"Oh, hello dear! How was your day at school?" smiled the woman as she stepped out from the kitchen. She had a smiling demeanor on her face despite that it was early morning. Her brownish-auburn was in a wavy ponytail but she was still in her night gown.
"It was okay," shrugged Ichigo, walking up to her to hug his mother. "What about you? You don't have to wake up so early to greet me."
"Well, someone has to make sure that Isshin wouldn't try to do anything hectic."
"My darling Masaki! Why are you being so cruel to your husband?!" cried Isshin as he ran into the house.
"Don't make so much noise, dear," smiled Masaki. "We do live in a mostly human neigborhood, after all."
"Sorry," Isshin pouted childishly.
"Are you hungry, dear?" the mother asked quietly, patting Ichigo on the shoulder.
"Nah, not yet," mumbled Ichigo, moving towards the stairway. "I'm just gonna go to sleep for a while."
"Okay, dear," smiled Masaki. The teen nodded and walked upstairs, his bedroom door was the first one in the hallway as he opened it and walked inside. He was so tired, but he had never blamed his mixed heritage about his odd sleeping patterns. He was the common type of dhampire, with a vampire father and a human mother. But his mother was different kind of human, a witch for that matter. He doesn't know much of his mother's side; only that they're the type that practice dangerously dark magic. But for reason, Masaki can only practice white magic, making her the 'black' sheep.
Ichigo flopped down onto the bed and sighed deeply, though the sky was getting lighter for daylight. He blinked a few times before closing his eyes for a short sleep.
A sharp intake of breath were heard by the orange-haired teen's head, Ichigo was sleeping in class again with his face buried beneath his arms. "Wake your ass up, Ichigo!" Renji rudely shouted, earning an aggravated punch to the face. Luckily, he quickly dodged it by stepping back. "Hey, don't I at least get a thank you?" smirked the mutt.
"The hell did you yell in my ear for?" scowled Ichigo, rubbing at his ear.
"To tell you the most interesting news about this school," Renji replied with a smirk as he sat next to him.
"What? That you're being held back a grade?" Ichigo scoffed.
"It's not that, Ichigo," said Uryuu, who was sitting in front of him. "You hadn't heard it yet? New transfer students are coming here." The dhampire merely blinked in confusion.
"So . . . .?" he frowned.
"They're from the Las Noches Academy," stated Uryuu. "You know . . . . the one that have people that are worse off than human criminals."
"Oh, right," mumbled Ichigo, glancing away. "Who cares, as long as they don't start any fight with me."
"I heard that a couple of them are actual lycans."
"So?"
"And that one of them are gonna be in most of our classes," added Renji.
"Tch, is that right?" Ichigo shrugged dismissively. It was just the second class of the night, Human's Mythology, a subject about the human's perspective about myth based on varied cultures. Their teacher was a busty strawberry-blonde with twinkling light blue eyes. The first ten minutes of lesson, the kitsune vixen playfully flirted with the male students before getting back to her job.
"Okay now, tonight's class we're gonna have a couple of new students here," smirked the vixen. "They're from you-know-where, and they seem very interested about being around here. If you can to do this for me, please be nice to them."
"Okay, Miss Rangiku," replied most of the male students with lovey-dovey in their eyes. The magic from the vixen was strong on the weak.
"Okay then!" smiled Rangiku, walking up to the closed door. "Come on in, guys," she smiled as she opened the door. Two students walked in; their white uniforms were a subtle contrast the school's grey ones. All of the clasmates stared at them with a mixture of awe and apprehension, mostly at the leering lycan. "Okay . . . .!" Rangiku perked up. "Everyone, this charming wolf boy is Grimmjow Jaegerjaques--"
"Fuck with me, and I'll kill you," Grimmjow bluntly stated with a smug smirk on his face. Nearly everyone went wide-eyed in shock at the sudden threat. Ichigo, however, narrowed his eyes at it and scoffed quietly.
"Anyway . . . ." Rangiku talked again. "The other one is Ulquiorra Schiffer, a sanguine."
". . . . It's an honor to be in your class, Matsumoto-sensei," muttered Ulquiorra.
"Please, call me Rangiku!" smiled the vixen teacher, but Ulquiorra didn't blink at that request. "Okay . . . . there are some seats in the back. Sit down, and I'll start my lesson." Grimmjow scoffed as they moved towards the said desks. Several classmates immediately cringed away from the lycan before he decided to sit behind Ichigo, who barely glanced back at him.
"Hey there," Grimmjow smirked, hauling his feet up rudely onto the desk.
"Whatever . . . ." mumbled Ichigo.
"Heh, you're a half-breed, right?" quirked Grimmjow, barely thirty seconds in and already he was provoking someone. "I can smell it on you, you're a half-leech?"
"What's it to you, punk?" Ichigo frowned as he glared over his shoulders.
"Nothing . . . ." he scoffed in amusment, narrowing his eyes. "Just think that you're a perfect guy to get his ass kicked."
"What was that?!"
"Grimmjow," Ulquiorra muttered, who was sitting a few rows away. "Don't start anything. Remember what we are here for." The blue-haired lycan glanced at him and scoffed.
"Tch, whatever," he frowned as he sat up. Ichigo glared at the new student, what was his problem? Maybe it had to do with being the stereotypical bad wolf; the majority of the lycans lived in the bad neighborhood riddled with violence and criminal activities. Very few lived in better areas, despite still being discriminated.
He vaguely listened to the lecture, as he was being distracted to the lycan who was purposely making subtle noises behind him. Glancing back at him, he noticed that Grimmjow kept cracking his knuckles and tapping on the desk. "Hey," he frowned. "Do you mind?"
". . . . I don't know, do I?" smirked Grimmjow, now cracking the bones in his wrists. Ichigo narrowed his eyes, which were gradually turning golden. "Huh? You're getting pissed off at me, half-leech?"
"Watch it," Ichigo growled lowly, his canine sharpened threateningly.
"Ichigo," Renji said, noticing the change on his friend. "Calm down, you don't wanna get into trouble." Grimmjow blinked in surprise. Ichigo was his name? He glanced at Ulquiorra, who nodded in acknowledgement, and smirked. Ichigo scoffed in agitation and glanced away, as his eyes returned back to normal. "Getting pissed off by the new guy is not a good thing, Ichigo," sighed Renji.
"Shut up," scoffed Ichigo, resuming back to the lecture. Grimmjow, however, kept a smug smirk on his face. He remembered being told by Aizen that they would encounter said person. That he would have a hot temperament matching his hair and have the most interesting name. Ichigo. That may be him, but to make sure--"
"Hey, what's your name, half-leech?" sneered Grimmjow. The moment the words left his lips, he was severely punched in the face, making him fall off his chair. Nearly everyone heard the commotion and turned their attention to the agitated dhampire then at the knocked down lycan, who now had a bloody lip.
"It's Ichigo Kurosaki, you fucking dog," growled Ichigo.
Nobody said nothing but stared warily at the brunet lycan, who was sleeping rather calmly in the back of the classroom. Starrk and Nnoitra were in a different class from Grimmjow and Ulquiorra, mainly because of the fact that they were a grade higher than their friends. Their roles were unneeded for now, as the other lycan and the sanguine were trying to find a certain person. As they waited, Starrk was making sure that Nnoitra wasn't creating any destruction. Speaking of which . . . .
He sighed and opened his eyes just as he heard a girl screamed in fright. He glanced over a couple of rows to his right, a mummified hand crept across the female student's desk. "Damn it . . . ." he sighed, as a few more students screamed and jumped away from the animated body part.
"Ha! Everybody here are such pussies, Starrk!" cackled Nnoitra, who was sitting next to him, and was twitching his fingers to control the dead hand. "Can't believe they're scared of something like this!"
"Already you're starting trouble? You're just like Grimmjow," sighed Starrk. Nnoitra's grin widened at that as the hand leapt onto another desk, causing a few more shrieks and panic. Suddenly, the hand was stabbed down with a flying dagger. It twitched for a few seconds before it went back being dead, Nnoitra frowned in surprise before his eye traveled towards as of who threw it.
It was the dark-skinned female teacher with a dark purple ponytail. Her golden eyes narrowed at the necromancer, whose frown deepened in annoyance. "You may have done something like that at your old school, but not here. Got that?" frowned the teacher.
"Tch . . . ." scoffed Nnoitra, his fun time was now over. "Whatever, bi--"
"Sorry about that, Shihouin-sensei," muttered Starrk, kicking at Nnoitra for the recklessness. "My friend was just feeling a little agitated at being new here, that's all."
"No I wasn't," the tall necromancer scoffed under his breath.
"Hmph, you're lucky that class is nearly over," frowned the teacher, turning back to the blackboard. Starrk glanced at Nnoitra with a slight annoying glare and sighed.
"You're such an idiot, you should know that we can't get in trouble already," he muttered with a frown.
"But I was just having fun," shrugged Nnoitra, smirking a little.
"Still, you know why we're here for, Nnoitra," sighed Starrk as he scratched through his hair. "We must wait a little longer to hear from Ulquiorra and Grimmjow to see if they found out something."
"Man, what a fucking drag." Lucky for them, as well as the other students, the bell rang. Most of them immediately ran out, they didn't want to be around the two new guys any longer. However, a few vampires glowered at them with much disdain as they left the classroom. "The fuck you're looking at, leeches?" scoffed Nnoitra as they left into the busy hallway.
"Please don't start," Starrk sighed. "I won't bail you out if Aizen finds out."
"Who cares?" His retort was suddenly drowned out by a loud commotion nearby. By the looks of it, a lot of students excitedly ran towards the source.
"It's Kurosaki again!"
"That's the third time this month . . . .!"
"That half-breed's fighting the werewolf . . . .!"
"Great, you're lucky that it's not you," sighed the lycan. "Come on, let's go. If Grimmjow kills someone, then all of us would be in trouble."
Meanwhile, a few moments before, students were starting to leave the vixen Rangiku's classroom as they muttered quietly about the 'introduction' Ichigo gave the lycan. Ichigo, however, didn't care as long as Grimmjow knew not to mess with him again. Then again, he didn't think much of it because said lycan suddenly slammed his head harshly against the desk. "Agh!" he yelled out in pain, an intense pain quickly developed in his head.
"I'm Grimmjow Jaegerjaques, by the way," laughed Grimmjow. "Thanks for giving me the fucking intro, you fucking half-leech." The next thing he knew, he was tackled down into a row of desks before being punched in the jaw. The provocation soon escalated into a full-on fight in the classroom. The classmates immediately noticed the brawl and, for some reason, egged the angry dhampire on.
"Damn it, Ichigo! Let go of him!" Renji growled exasperatedly as he tried to pry Ichigo away from the lycan, who punched the half-vampire in the eye.
"He fucking started it!" Ichigo snarled, baring his sharp fangs as he punched back. Grimmjow growled angrily, his cyan eyes flashed dangerously as he glared at the golden eyes and bared his animalistic teeth.
"Was that what you got, half-leech?!" he snarled, his hands and arms twitched as hair began to sprout from the skin. "Try fighting me with my true form--"
"That's enough," Ulquiorra replied simply, suddenly kicking Grimmjow in the head. The lycan was stunned by the hard attack, just before he was promptly dragged away by none other than Starrk, who had already arrived along with Nnoitra. "I already told you to not to create any trouble, and yet you did," Ulquiorra stated. "Tell me, are you that idiotic that you can't comprehend a few simple words?"
"Oh, shut the fuck up!" growled Grimmjow as he staggered to stand up. Ichigo breathed heavily from the angered adrenaline as his golden eyes glared at the lycan, his body was being held back by his friend. "That fucker started it by punching me in the fucking face!"
"But you taunted him in the first place," the pale vampire confirmed.
"So the fuck what?" Grimmjow scoffed, as his arms and hands went back to normal. "We got what we found here already!" Out of nowhere, Ulquiorra whacked him in the gut with a sharp chop. He coughed out in pain and doubled over, glaring at his shorter friend. "The fuck was that for?!"
"Come on, we're going to our next class," Ulquiorra muttered, walking out of the room. Grimmjow growled in frustration as he glared at Ichigo, whose composure was returning back to normal, before leaving as well. Both Starrk and Nnoitra glanced at Ichigo in confusion but followed after their friends.
"Man . . . . what was that about?" frowned Renji.
". . . . You can let go of me now, Renji," grumbled Ichigo.
"No way, you'll go after him," the mutt replied. All the while, Rangiku was sitting behind her desk as she read a magazine. "Hey! Didn't you see the fight, Rangiku-sensei?" questioned Renji. "Aren't you gonna do something about it?"
"Yeah, after I finished with this article," Rangiku replied dimissively, turning a page. Why was this lady a teacher, nobody knows.
"On the first day, Ichigo already made enemy with a new transfer student," Uryuu explained, as they sat around on the school rooftop during 'lunchtime'. "Though it was the new guy's fault, it's also Ichigo's fault for being provoked so easily."
"Why should I get blamed also?" frowned Ichigo. "That fucking dog's the one that should get in trouble."
"That stings a little, don't you know that?" Renji pointed out. "Me and Chad are half-dogs, you know."
"You know what he means by that . . . ." muttered Chad. The half-vampire sighed heavily as he stared up the sky, barely covered by a few clouds. His friend was right, he let the anger get the best of him, despite having the throbbing pain that was still in his head.
"I just wanna skip the rest of the classes tonight," he grumbled.
"You can't, tonight is when the paper about different magics is due," replied Orihime.
"Heh, sucks to be you guys," smirked Renji. "Good thing I don't have magical abilities."
"Besides being an asshole," frowned Rukia, who was shifting through her papers in a folder. "Besides, if Ichigo skips this class, it's an automatic failure."
"Shit . . . . and it's bad enough that the teacher is that pain-in-the-ass," frowned Ichigo. "He always hate me."
"He doesn't hate you, Ichigo," Rukia sighed.
"From the moment that I fucked up a simple spell, he had held that against me for two years," Ichigo scoffed. "Can't believe that bastard is your brother. How can you live with him?"
"I have my respect for my older brother," shrugged the small witch.
"That, and nepotism for having good grades," he muttered under his breath.
"What was that?!"
Meanwhile, Grimmjow scoffed in annoyance as he and his friends walked into a mostly empty library. He rather not asked why they are in such a boring place, as Nnoitra already beat him to the punch. "The fuck are we in here for?" he grumbled.
"Nobody wouldn't try to overhear our conversation if we're in the most deserted part of this place," replied Ulqiorra as they walked in further. "As you have seen the fight Grimmjow had caused, that was the person we were looking for."
"What guy? That one with orange hair and fangs?" questioned Starrk, though he was indifferent about the situation.
"Yeah, it's that guy," scoffed Grimmjow. "And I don't like him one bit."
"You're just irritated because he was winning in the fight, anyway," replied Ulquiorra coolly.
"I would've have the upper hand if you hadn't kicked me, bloodsucker," Grimmjow growled lowly.
"So, is it the guy or not, Ulquiorra?" asked Nnoitra.
"Yes, it's the dhampire Ichigo Kurosaki," muttered Ulquiorra. "The one Aizen was looking for."
Sorry that it took long. But I decided to write this fic in maybe a little more than ten chapters. With so much plot bunnies humping in my mind, I'm trying to keep the ideas fresh in my mind.
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