Chapter Two

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The remaining few minutes of walking to Karakura high school Rangiku speculated on the new tenant. Ichigo had tuned her out though, his mind still filled Rukia Kuchiki.

Her pale smooth legs rising up to the small apple of her bottom. Those white string bikini panties. He wanted to see more of those. And he would. He smirked thinking of how he'd do it.

"Have a good day, Matsumoto-san." Ichigo said not knowing or caring that Rangiku was just in the middle of her prospective wardrobe for the party when Ichigo bid her farewell.

"Ahh, hmm…Ok. See you later, Kurosaki-san." She smiled as she adjusted her top, her lush large breast jiggling. The boys that had been watching since she got on school grounds began to gasp. Swaying her hips as she strode towards the school past a group of young boys who were not hiding their appreciation of her attire.

"Hello, Matsumoto-sensei." They all said lustily. While grinning lewdly, their eyes were fondling and undressing her shamelessly.

"Hi, boys." She said coyly as she turned while flipping her hair and posing. Flickers from cell phones went off as she waved. Then she turned and headed into the school. Her curvy body, strawberry blond hair, open-minded attitude to her students and their innocent questions; not to mention her ample cleavage, had made Rangiku Matsumoto the second most popular teacher at Karakura High school.

The first being Ichigo Kurosaki. The tall, lean bad boy; girls swooned at the sight of him. Though he was unaware of all but one of them. His intense dreamy amber eyes, his deep velvety voice, had the girls in his homeroom melting in their panties.

His tall, lean and muscled form stood straight with nonchalant confidence and when he walked, whether conscious of it or not, he stalked with a manly raw sensuality.

Girls stared at him each morning like they hadn't seen him before, like he was a god sent down from above to sexually frustrate them.

"Good morning, Kurosaki-sensei." The greeting echoed through the halls as he walked.

"Good morning, ladies." Ichigo responded with a slight smile. The girls he addressed squealed in delight.

"I wish I was in Kurosaki-sensei's home room. Getting to be around him all day."

His mysterious ways, keeping to himself on and off school grounds. Not flirting with any of the girls on campus like the other male teachers who were quite lecherous. The female students loved him, daydreamed about him, they even went as far as to bring him bentos and love letters, which he thoroughly rejected, not wanting to string along any of the girls.

The male students had three groups, those that hated him and all the attention he was getting, those that loved and idolized him striving to emulate the attractive young man and those that feared him because of his prior life.

Ichigo Kurosaki was once known as the King of KO. Taking on all comers and leaving unconscious bodies in his wake. Keigo Asano fit into two of those categories. He looked up to him. How cool and casual he was and how he had girls falling at his feet. How he could kick ass. Most of the boys hadn't seen Ichigo in action, but Keigo definitely wanted to.

Keigo wanted to know how he did it, he had heard his stories of conquest whether fighting or with the ladies. But any time a guy would walk up to Ichigo to inquire about a legendary fight or what the "KO" in the King of KO meant, Ichigo cut him the most intense icy look. The boy usually ran off ready to cry.

That hadn't stopped Keigo from wanting to know what KO stood for. Stories differed on the meaning. For instance, most people said it obviously was for Knock Out while others say it stood for Karakura Orange, or Karakura Onset. There were even some others who said it meant Karakura Outbreak.

"I gotta know what KO means! Its been driving me crazy," Keigo Asano said to Mizuiro Kojima and Toshiro Histugaya , a senior, as they watched Ichigo stride by while being followed by a long line of girls.

"Are you going to ask him?" Toshiro said, his deep voice not seeming to fit his youthful appearance.

"You could, Hitsugaya."

"I could, but I don't care." The white haired boy said calmly before opening a juice box.

"Good Morning Toooosshiro." The sing song voice of Rangiku Matsumoto down the hall. Toshiro Hitsugaya cringed thinking if he should sprint to class or not.

"You could do it, Mizuiro." Keigo continued.

"Leave me out of it, sir." Mizuiro said louder than necessary, talking over the music only he could hear coming from his headset.

"Ahh! I want to know!" Keigo whined pulling on his hair.

Ichigo scanned the hall as he stepped into the faculty room to get away from the gaggle of girls.

She must be with Shuuhei.

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"Shuuhei, that was fantastic!" Rukia said still looking at her stop watch. "Its 5 seconds faster than yesterday. Your getting faster and faster each da-," she turned seeing Shuuhei Hisagi zipping his pants up and pulling out his school uniform shirt. She was speechless while watching him. It was all she could do to not walk over and touch his bare chest.

"What was my time yesterday?" He said pulling on his shirt then looking at Rukia whose cheek burst into a warm pink. She turned her back again.

Shuuhei smiled buttoning his shirt.

"Ahh, ahh…"

"You're supposed to keep track of thing's like that, coach." Shuuhei was suddenly behind Rukia. She stiffened. He curled over her, kissing her lightly on the cheek. Then trailing soft warm kisses down to her neck. Rukia melted into the curve of Shuuhei's body as his hands snaked around her waist.

"Ha! Their making out." Tatsuki said outside the equipment closet where Rukia and Shuuhei were. Grimmjow Jaegaerjaquez was staring down at his own girlfriend while she was spying on her best friend. He had been stroking her thigh softly while she talked animatedly about the track meet coming up and how quickly and easily they would take care of Karakura Academy.

"We can do that," Grimmjow said in a low voice, his body closing in on the still chatting Tatsuki. His hand sliding all the way up her thigh to the crotch of her panties.

Tatsuki stopped abruptly, her cheeks bright red.

"Grimmjow." She hissed.

"Hmm?"

She turned to face him.

"We're lovers right?" He said stroking the tender and increasingly moist crotch .

Her normal intense features had shifted immensely, she looked very girly and totally cute. Grimmjow leaned down kissing Tatsuki.

X

Ichigo was still trying to make it to his classroom, having been stopped several times in the hall by girls offering him the bento they had made for him.

He politely declined each one, before finding sanctuary in his home room. Then, while his eyes narrowed, a prickle on the back of his neck began. His senses always vigilant, alerting him to the presence of one, no...four different people in the classroom. He closed the door casually before continuing to his desk.

Keigo had seen Ichigo stop then continue into the room and shut the door. He never shut the door in the morning before class. Never. He left Toshiro and Mizuiro talking and snuck over to the homeroom door.

"If it were anyone else Reiichi, I'd say you were too old to be in school."

Reiichi Ooshima stepped out of the blind spot by the door, angrily heaving his chest. Outside the door Keigo's eyes widened seeing four men surrounding Ichigo.

"Well, well, the king of KO has a sense of humor." Reiichi said trying to calm himself.

"Stop calling me that. I Besides, I don't have time for this. What do you want?"

"Aside from Karakura Academy beating your Karakura High school this weekend, I'm gonna kick your ass."

"What? That's why you're coming at me with all this? I don't play sports. I'm not a coach. You're looking for Coach Zaraki, his office is in the gym, he'd be happy to discuss anything that's on youre mind. I teach history-,"

"You beat the shit out of my brother two days ago. They thought he may not be able to run this weekend."

"Your real brother," Ichigo said incredulously. "Or your, 'Brother'?" He flicked his fingers in air quotes before sticking his hands back in his pocket.

"My real brother!" Reiichi shouted.

"Oh, when did this alleged beating happen?" Ichigo asked puzzled scratching his head.

"Two days ago at the coffee-house."

"Hmm," Ichigo thought back. "I don't remember. Are you sure it was me?"

"Yeah I'm sure, he described you to a T. Stupid scowl and orange spiky hair."

"Really? You're gonna have to give me something more than 2 days ago, my memory doesn't like to keep track of bullshit."

Reiichi growled infuriated.

"His name is Heiichi, He's a senior, the star of Karakura Academy's track team."

"Well, what did he do? I'm not one for randomly kicking asses." Ichigo looked over his shoulder eyebrow cocked.

"He and his friends were minding their own business, blowing off steam after practice and you attacked him."

Ichigo thought and thought. Reiichi stood impatiently.

"Hey, now that I think about it, I did beat the shit out of some dick with hair as bad as yours because he was man-handling a waitress that didn't want anything to do with him. Was that dick your brother?

"AAAARRRGGGHH!" The hulking bleach blonde man barreled towards Ichigo, fists raised. Ichigo shook his head in bored disbelief while also stopping the assault with his foot to Reiichi's face. The three other thugs, that had circle around Ichigo, all lunged at him at once.

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"Oh, Grim." Tatsuki sighed as Grimmjow pressed himself into her, nuzzling her neck. One hand on her breast while the other squeezed and kneaded her ass under her panties.

CCCCRRRAAASSSHHH!.

The two pulled from their passionate embrace looking back towards the main school building.

"What was that?" Rukia and Shuuhei emerged from the equipment closet. Her face dewy and flushed.

"Don't know." Grimmjow said as they grabbed their bags and headed to the main building.

In the room 7-G Ichigo Kurosaki easily side-stepped the last attacker as the short bloody and bruised guy began to rush him. The attacker was heading right to the now glassless second story window trying to stop himself from going out like the rest of his comrades.

Ichigo caught him by the collar right as he was about to jump out.

The frightened guy yanked away from Ichigo staring at Ichigo's cool amber eyes.

"Get outta here." Ichigo said in a bored tone.

The guy bowed and scrambled out through the classroom door, pushing past the onlookers that had gathered at the loud crash.

Ichigo looked over the damage.

"Shit." He pulled out his phone and started texting.

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Across the school building, unaware of the commotion, Karin and Yuzu Kurosaki got the text from their brother at the same time.

Hey can u make me dinner this evening? This week's check is gonna be a little light again. Thanks.

"What'd he do now?" Karin said shaking her head and going back to her friends. Yuzu on the other hand began writing out a menu.

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"Make way, make way!"

Ichigo groaned.

"What the hell happened?" Principle Ochi said coming into the room. "AHHHHHHH! THE WINDOW!"

She fell to her knees, tears welling.

"You guys really need to beef up security around here, there were four guys waiting in my classroom." Ichigo said while kicking what little glass there was inside into one small pile.

"What happened, Kurosaki-sensei?"

"Something about a coffee shop… and…," Ichigo shrugged before he scratched his head trying to remember.

"Wow, he really does forget the bullshit." Keigo said seeing Ichigo racking his brain.

"Kurosaki-sensei..."

"I know, I know. I gotta pay for it." Ichigo cut her off with a defeated sigh.

"No, we're past that. If you weren't such a great teacher I would have fired you a while ago, but if you have fights whether it be with your old rivals or people wanting to borrow money... I don't care, just can you please just take it outside next time? Please?"

"Alright." Ichigo sighed.

"Nice one kid." Coach Kenpachi Zaraki said striding into the room. HIs wicked grin falling seeing the fight was long over. "You gotta send some my way next time."

"Next time?"

"There's always a next time with you, Berry-chan."

Ichigo looked down below Kenpachi's waist to see his pink haired baby-faced assistant, Yachiru Kasajishi looking over the

His students started spilling into the room. Ichigo's eyes narrowed seeing Shuuhei Hisagi kissing Rukia before he went to his class. Suddenly Ichigo felt like fighting all over again.

"Kurosaki-sensei, are you alright?"

"Hmm." he answered before suddenly tuning into the pleas and questions. He watched Rukia as she made her way into the room. "I'm fine. Just take your seats. Well have this cleaned up in a moment."

"Where's the mess?"

A startled Ichigo looked towards the door seeing Tessai Tsukibishi, his glasses glinting catching the light .

"Ahhh….Over there."

Ichigo walked over to the huge man whose size rivaled Kenpachi's. "I thought you were the maintenance man for Urahara-san."

"I am." Tessai said smiling. "But I've got to go where I'm needed." he winked sweeping up the glass and stared measuring the window.

"Oh. Ok."

"Please conduct your class, Kurosaki-san. I'll be done in just a few moments."

It took Ichigo several minutes to get a hold of his class as Keigo was telling what he had seen thru the door.

"Now that's a man's man." Tatsuki said to Rukia and Orihime as they took their seats in the back of the classroom.

"Yeah," Keigo said. "He was like fighting four guys at once."

Rukia shook her head. Kurosaki-sensei was so reckless. In several months since she moved to his homeroom, there was always something happening in there. Kurosaki-sensei always handled it coolly and Rukia began to wonder why the idiots kept showing up to get the shit beat out of them.

Rukia found herself staring at her young teacher, he couldn't be more than a few years older than herself. Her eyes roamed over his tall lean frame. He was so handsome, not as handsome as Shuuhei of course, she quickly added but very handsome... and sexy.

She snapped backwhen realizing Ichigo was looking at her. His lush lips curled into a small smile. Rukia's stomach fluttered with lightness as her cheeks began warming up before she hurried stared out the window, not daring to look back at him.

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to be continued