Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. Now get a life, cuz I know I need one.

Author Note: Right, just so you know, I'M AN IDIOT! I know I should be working on Return of Hao and an Unusual Pair, but I have this serious writers block for those two stories, especially Return of Hao. So I decided to try a HitsuXKarin Bleach fanfic. Hopefully it'll work out, and I'll probably be working on it until I get some inspiration for my other stories.

So then, this is rated M because there will be MATURE SCENES AND SEXUAL INNUENDOES much later in the story! You have been warned... also, this is a HitsuXKarin story, though it may not seem like it at first. I don't know all of the Vasto Lords, so I got creative. Finally, I borrowed the name Shirna Academy from Shaman King for lack of thinking up a better name. Now, enjoy and try not to be too harsh as this is my first Bleach story.

Synopsis: Karin Kurosaki leads an ordinary life in Kyoto until... DUN, DUN, DUN, DUNNNN... her father decides to start a clinic in a place called Karakura, where her brother is currently living. Karin goes there and makes new friends, becomes a soccer player... and becomes worst enemies with the hottie and best soccer player of Karakura High... Toshiro Hitsugaya.

Karin Kurosaki: 15 ½

Hitsugaya Toshiro: 15 ¾

Ichigo: 17

Everyone else is either Ichigo or Karin's age... unless they're teachers, coaches, ECT.

I Hate Every Thing About You (Why Do I Love You?)

Chapter One: We're Whaaaaat?!

It was all because of that one soccer game.

When I look back on life, I can't help but wonder if things would've turned out differently. If I hadn't gone to that soccer game or it had been cancelled just a bit earlier due to that freak thunder storm or... the list goes on and on. But still, I can't help but wonder those what ifs, because my life could've played out so much more differently if it hadn't been for that one soccer game against the Karakura Shinigami.

But that's beside the point.

Anyways, that fateful day I was preparing in my room for the game against the Shinigami's (They're a rival soccer team if you're curious). I was incredibly hyped up, for this match would determine the 1st rank team in the Varsity Summer Division. This is why my team (the Kyoto Hollows) was destined to win.

If I sound conceited, it's not intentional. But it is fact. We are the best, and we will win, even if the Shinigami's had a scotching hot reputation (no losses, like my team) and my brother was on the team.

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that part. My seventeen year old jackass of a brother got in a fight with my dad a year ago and moved in with his girlfriend Rukia Kuchiki in Karakura. He calls every night to talk to Yuzu (my twin sister) and me, but I'm still nursing a grudge at him for moving... even if I don't show it when I talk to him.

Pulling on my white jersey with black trim and white pants (also with black trim) I smiled at the sight of my last name (Kurosaki) and my number (10) printed in bold black letters on the back of my shirt.

On the front of my jersey was the name of our team, Kyoto Hollows. Satiated that my outfit looked nice, I squared my shoulders, took a deep breath, quelled the butterflies in my stomach, and headed downstairs.

I was immediately met by my tearful, slightly eccentric, father, Isshin Kurosaki.

Okay, maybe not just "slightly" eccentric.

"Karin-Chaaaaaaan!" My dad squealed as he threw himself at me to envelop me in a bone crushing hug. Used to this treatment, I deftly kicked his face in with my strong foot, and my dad went flying. Seconds later he bounced back up to his feet, good as new (were does he get the vitality?!), while Yuzu hovered worriedly nearby.

"Bye... Ulquiorra is picking me up." I told them quickly, eager to escape and not be late, and my father gaped. Suddenly he burst into tears, moved to hug me, thought better of it, and let lose another round of tears.

"My Karin-chan is so grown upppppp," My dad wailed, and I resisted the urge to roll my hazel colored eyes. "She's already going to a championship game! I'm so proud, and I'm sure Masaki would be as well!" He cried, before looking around and blinking. During the waterworks, I had quietly decided not to put with him (meaning my father) anymore, whispered a good bye to Yuzu (who returned it with a soft spoken good luck) and then headed out the door.

"Karin-chan? KARIN-CHAN?! I NEED TO TELL YOU SOMETHING! WAAAAIIIIIIT!"

"Yo," I said boredly as I jumped into the backseat of my best friend's car. Ulquiorra looked back at me with his serious green eyes and spoke in a quiet, self assured (almost emotionless) tone.

"What took you so long?" He asked, and I yawned.

"What do you think?" I asked and my other best friend, Nel (who was riding shot gun, much to my irritation. I ALWAYS have to sit in the backseat of a car for one reason or another) sent me a grin and absently flipped her fluorescent green hair.

"You're dad gone doting father on ya?" She asked, and I nodded in exasperation. Ulquiorra looked at me a hint of a smile on his face, though he kept driving in that annoyingly perfect way of his.

"Did he start hugging the picture of your mom?" He asked, and I rolled my eyes and twirled a finger through my tom boyishly short sable colored locks.

"He would've if I hadn't made a quick getta way." I said with a grin, and we all laughed. We then settled into a comfortable silence (Well, Ulquiorra and I did while Nel chattered happily about anything and everything that flitted into her mind).

"It looks like rain." Ulquiorra finally observed, and both Nel and I glanced up at the overcast skies. It did indeed, as my friend had put it, look like rain.

"I don't mind the rain, but I hope there's no lightning and thunder. It would suck balls if our game got cancelled." Nel said, voicing my opinion aloud. Both Ulquiorra and I agreed just as Ulquiorra (a little early, but not TO early- as usual) pulled into the drive of the soccer park.

We jumped out and passed the ball around for several minutes (Nel decided to flaunt the fact she was the best player next to me and pulled a bicycle at one point) when Grimmjow and Yammy both appeared.

By the way, I didn't name them, so don't give me the funny look at the odd names.

"What's up you guys," Grimmjow yelled as he jumped out the car and raced towards us, the behemoth Yammy following slowly behind (Some people think Yammy got held back several times, which is why he looks so huge, but I know for a fact he's 17). "And girls." Grimmjow amended at the sight of Nel's face.

"Looks like the other team's arriving too." Yammy noted in his deep rumbling bass, and we all turned to watch the black jerseyed Shinigami team file out, also a notably good co-ed team (well duh, we're tied for first place).

I waved at my brother Ichigo and his girlfriend, Rukia, and they both waved back. Ichigo's best friend Renji said something to them in an undertone, and Ichigo made a disgruntled face I could see plainly from the other side of the field.

"Hey guys, guess what? I heard that team has this awesomely awesome forward named Toshirou Hitsugaya, so stay on your guard." Grimmjow said, obviously excited at the prospect of a good challenge.

Nel and I exchanged glances, wondering what we we're up against. Once again I felt a fluttering in my stomach, but quelled it through sheer determination. The rest of the team finally arrived, followed by our two coaches; coach Aizen and coach Ichimaru.

"Right, divide into two you guys," Aizen said calmly. "Nel, warm up one group, Karin, do the other." We did as our coach ordered and I set off at a jog with Grimmjow at my heels chattering away about the other players on the team.

"Another guy you want to worry about is Madarame Ikkaku. The dudes a maniac, he barrels over anyone that gets in his way." Grimmjow told me, unaware of my steadily frying brain.

"Will you stop talking about the other team?!" I finally demanded as my nerves snapped. "You're driving me off the wall with all your talk, can't you see I'm nervous?!" Grimmjow fell silent and I couldn't help but wonder if I had hurt his feelings. Then he spoke with a devilish grin on his face.

"Well, alright... but just one more thing," He said, and then cut me off as I tried to protest in vain. "The kid Toshirou is said to be cute... try not to get distracted." Grimmjow then laughed and raced away, with me in close pursuit as I chased him around the field.

The rest of the team stared at us, and coach Ichimaru sighed.

"I believe coach Aizen said to 'warm-up', not chase your teammates around the field, Kurosaki." Ichimaru reprimanded, and I felt my face flush with embarrassment as both Grimmjow and I looked down at the ground in shame.

"Sorry," I mumbled under my breath, and Coach Ichimaru nodded in satisfaction. We practiced a couple of drills, and then it was time for the game to start. Nel took the coin toss and lost, so we're defending the side with the wind against us, but we get the kick-off.

Everyone got on the field and as I looked around, I frowned. Was it just my imagination, or did the Shinigami's only have ten players on the field? My suspicion was confirmed when a slight man in wooden clogs and a green striped hat got in a fight with the referee.

"One of my best players is yet to be here. Just a couple minutes longer." The coach pleaded, and the ref stubbornly shook his head.

"I'm sorry sir, but we must begin. Please put your last player on the field." The ref declared, and my hopes rose. Without one of their good players here, our chances of winning shot skyward. The man shook his head and rubbed his temples before speaking in a tired voice.

"Hanataro, please go in for Tosh-"

"You planning to start without me?" A pale haired kid appeared behind the two, and both jumped a foot in the air. The coach of the other team and the ref both whirled to look at the boy, and the coach looked relieved.

"Toshirou! It's about time." He growled, looking annoyed, and the white haired kid shrugged absently.

"Whatever, you'll get over it. Can I go on the field, or are you still going to send out Hanataro?" The boy said coolly, and I felt surprise and a tiny bit of dislike. I would have never spoken to coach Aizen or coach Ichimaru that way.

"Fine. Go in." The coach said tightly, and Toshirou took his sweet time coming on the field, giving us a chance to study him. And I had to admit, Grimmjow hadn't been lying when he said the forward was cute. As a matter of fact, he was a babe.

"Now that is one stuck up, super cute kid." Nel said with a whistle, and I shot her a grin. Toshirou must have heard us, because he sent Nel a dangerous look with his brilliant teal colored eyes.

"I'm not a kid." He snapped, and Nel smirked before nudging me.

"He says he's not a kid, I wonder if that's true?" She whispered devilishly, and the Toshirou boy flushed slightly.

However, I had noted that the referee was bringing the whistle to his lips to blow, and I instantly went into 'the zone'.

ZZZZZIIINNNGGGG!

Nel passed the ball to me and I shot off, eager to prove to my brother that our team wasn't to be messed with. Suddenly I realized that I didn't have the ball and turned to see Toshirou making his way up the field, the ball appearing as if by magic in between his feet.

My face burned as I shot forward to get open, and watched in satisfaction as Grimmjow neatly stole the ball from Toshiru and then passed the ball towards me with all his might.

Swinging around I started to pass the ball when I felt the breath get knocked out of me. Stumbling to my knees, I heard the crowd and my team roar as a bald kid rammed into me and sent me flying.

"Foul!" Grimmjow, Nel and Ulquiorra all shouted as one, and the ref blew his whistle and flashed baldy (I wondered if his was the Ikkaku boy that Grimmjow had mentioned.) a red card, causing him to shout obscenities at the man.

"Fuck you bitch, you don't know what you're talking 'bout. I was trying to get the fucking ball!" Baldy yelled, and the ref shook his head and ushered the furious high schooler off the field, to be replaced by a black haired boy with glasses and the number 14 emblazoned in white.

I was grateful to see my brother give Baldy a shove and a few angry words as he left the field. Then I realized I was supposed to take a free kick, and grinned. This was the perfect chance to use my strong foot to try and score a goal.

Backing up, I raced forward sent the ball flying. It soared towards the goal... only to be stopped by the broad shouldered goalie with curly brown hair that partially covered his eyes.

My team cheered anyways, and as I darted back into position, I noticed the cute white haired boy Toshiru giving me a hard stare with his teal colored eyes. I grinned at him, trying to be a good sport.

"Your goalie made a good save!" I called, and Toshiru merely humphed and looked a way. Surprised, I skidded to a halt and gave him a searching look.

What's up that kid's butt? I wondered, before a call from Nel brought me to the present. Realizing she'd gotten the ball after the Shinigami's goalie made a spectacular punt and wanted an open pass, I raced forward.

"Watch out, number ten's on your back!" I heard a teammate call out, and I turned to see that, sure enough, Toshiru was racing towards me with a determined expression on his face. Getting the ball and twisting away from a blond haired boy, I looked wildly for a pass.

Then Toshiru stepped nimbly in front of me, caught the ball between his feet, flipped it over him, and finally turned around and shot off towards the other end of the field. For a minute I was stupefied by the incredible display of control, before I regained my senses and blasted down the field after Toshirou.

My embarrassment at having the ball stolen put wings on my feet, and I quickly caught up to Toshiru (I don't know about you, but dribbling with a ball and avoiding defenders while looking for a player to pass to can seriously hamper your speed.) and made the decision to slide tackle him from behind.

"Look out Toshiro!" My brother called out, and I winced as my element of surprise was blown. But I was still fairly confident I could pull off my tackle, and slid to the ground between Toshiru's legs as he half turned to pop the ball over my head towards Ichigo's voice. As I took the ball I heard several voices cheer for me, but one stood out the most.

"My Karin-chan, I didn't say you could play soccer just to wedge yourself between boy's legs." I heard my father brawl, and that's what started the whole affair. Usually I hate my father for the embarrassment he put me through that day, but sometimes I wonder if things wouldn't have turned out the way they did if what happened didn't happen.

Surprised by this statement, I automatically tried to sit up and get a look at my dad. Unfortunately, this is rather difficult when you're in the middle of slide tackling someone.

I heard several scandalous gasps as I my face met Toshiru's butt, and the boy fell over in shock. This literally knocked the air out of me and (as fate would have it) my head hit a fair sized rock half protruding out the ground (why the hell that rock was there, I honestly have no idea) as I fell back to the ground.

It wasn't hard, but it was in just the wrong place so that my vision swam and grew cloudy as I blacked out- and the first droplets of rain began to fall as lightning imprinted itself across the cloudy sky.

"Is she alright Kurosaki-sama?" A voice that I dimly recognized as Nel asked timidly, and my father answered back in an assured tone.

"Don't worry Nel-san; it's just a simple bruise." He told her, and I bit back a groan. It certainly didn't feel like a simple fucking bruise. Sitting up I opened my eyes and gave my dad a glassy glare.

"Stop flirting with my friends you idiot." I said, and everyone shouted my name at the same time.

"Karin!" Ulquiorra, Grimmjow, Nel, Ichigo and Yuzu all cried, while my dad promptly burst into tears (I, however, winced).

"Masaki-san! I have saved our daughter! Now I must celebrate!" With this he promptly left, no doubt to praise that poster of our mother (actually, I'm not sure exactly what he does to it- whether it be praises, dances, or something inappropriate).

Everyone stared after him until Ichigo coughed delicately and began to talk.

"Err... anyway, how do you feel Karin?" My brother asked, and I shrugged noncommittally. Actually, I had a roaring headache and the events of the game were blurry, but I didn't want to worry my friends and brother.

"Fine, where's Rukia?" I asked, and Ichigo shrugged in response.

"I told her to head back with the soccer team... everyone was bummed that the game got cancelled, except for Toshirou. I've never seen him so happy to leave." Ichigo said with an easy going smile, and Grimmjow burst out laughing.

"Are you kidding?! The kid practically flew off the field, and did you see his face? The guy was beat red! Priceless!" Everyone else laughed while my brother frowned and I looked around in confusion, trying to remember what had taken place.

"What happened?" I asked, giving up finally, and Nel looked at me in surprise.

"You don't remember?" She said in surprise, and I furrowed my brow as I felt my face heat up for some reason.

"Remember what?" I asked nervously, and everyone exchanged glances before Nel giggled softly.

"Well... Karin, you see... you were slide tackling the cute forward when you sat up for some reason... and you kinda... sorta... accidentally stuck your face up his butt." She finished quickly, and I think I turned a shade of red not yet invented in the spectrum.

"Oh shit, are you serious?" I asked weakly (Ichigo frowned at my language but said nothing, deeming the situation inappropriate for a reprimand), and everyone nodded, pained looks in their eyes.

For a moment I wanted to sink through the floor with embarrassment, and the only thing that helped was the fact that this Toshirou didn't go to my school. A rather heavy and taciturn silence followed, only to be broken by... you guessed it, my dad (once again).

"KARIN! YUZU! I JUST REMEMBERED! I HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL YOU!!" My father shouted as he bounded into the room, and I rolled my eyes (anything from our mother's portrait getting a tear to a bunny nibbling in the grass is considered an 'emergency' by my father). I was then surprised when Ichigo turned serious and ushered my bewildered friends out the room that I'd identified as mine.

I shared a look with Yuzu, who looked as nonplussed as myself. Once the room was empty my father abruptly turned serious and gave us both uncertain smiles. It was then that I knew something was up.

"Well... you see, I got this job offer in Karakura to take over a clinic, and though the pay was good, I wasn't sure whether to take it or not because of you girls. But I had a talk today with Ichigo, and we agreed that the arrangement so far wouldn't do. But Ichigo also wants to stay in Karakura with Rukia-san, so..."

"So what?" I asked fearfully, though deep down I think I already knew the answer. My father hesitated, cleared his throat, shuffled slightly and gave us another smile.

"I've decided that this is too good an opportunity to miss. Girls, we're moving to Karakura." My father's words echoed in my room like a bad nightmare as I gaped at him. For several seconds no one spoke as my mind went blank, and then there was a dull thud as Yuzu hit the floor.

She had fainted dead away.

Author Note: This isn't a very important or fun chapter, I just wrote it to set the stage for the main story. The next chapter (because there will be lots of Karin and Hitsugaya funniness) will hopefully be funner to write. Ciao!

-Firefox