Disclaimer: Don't own no Bleach or I wouldn't bother writing this.

Author Note: I hope you found the first chapter enjoyable, sorry that I stretched some of the characters dispositions (especially the Arrancar) so much, but I'll try to stay as in character as humanely possibly without disrupting the story line.

I Hate Everything About You (Why Do I Love You?)

Captain Hitsugaya Toushirou and the Shinigamis'

Some times I can't help but wonder- why me?

For example, my life is as good and normal as it gets in my family. I have awesome friends, fairly reasonable grades, and revered as one of the best players of the brilliant Kyoto Hollow's.

Then not only do I publicly humiliate myself by (ACCIDENTALLY!!) sticking my face up a hot guy's butt, but I also find out I'm moving to Karakura- THE NEXT DAY!

I was ready to kill my father.

"Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall, ninety-nine bottles of beer!" My aforementioned father sang from the wheel of the car, unaware of my murderous intent. "You take one down, pass it around, ninety-eight bottles of beer on the wall!"

Right now we're all in our blue minivan speeding through verdant countryside as we slowly approach my doom. Yuzu sat in the front next to my father (typical) while I sat in the back with my favorite red and black baseball cap pulled down to conceal most of my features.

"Karin-chan! Sing with us!" My father said happily, and I grimaced. Sometimes I wonder what is wrong with my father (need I explain the move?) and don't bother answering, instead turning my head to study the moving truck behind us, packed up with our stuff.

It was going to be a long day.

We reached the house several hours later and Yuzu and my dad raced in to explore. I followed at a slower pace and looked around merely out of boredom, not interest.

The house was simple and small, though rather nice in a quaint way. The clinic was attached to it, with a living room, kitchen, and dinning room on the first floor. On the second floor were three bedrooms, one for Yuzu and I (damn, I hadn't needed to share a room back in Kyoto), one for Ichigo (who was moving back in with us now that he'd made up with dad, one of the few pluses), and finally one for my dad (in my opinion that man doesn't deserve a room).

"What do you think Karin-chan?" Dad asked excitedly, and I shrugged.

"'S alright." I said neutrally, and Dad's face fell comically.

"Oh... well, no matter!" My father proclaimed as he regained his good cheer. "I'm sure you'll grow to love it." He said with a big smile, and I repressed a sigh.

How did you respond to that?

"Can we come in?" Came a familiar yet not voice, and I turned to see my 'long lost' brother, Ichigo Kurosaki and his girlfriend Rukia.

He leaned against the side of the doorway with a suitcase of what I assumed to be clothes and toiletries thrown carelessly over his shoulder. Behind him was Rukia, who gave me a quick smile. However, my eyes were glued to my brother (the time we'd spent together yesterday had been to short to properly savor, as Ichigo had to leave almost immediately so as to not reach Karakura at the stroke of midnight) and I didn't give her the slightest attention.

My hazel eyes locked with Ichigo's light brown ones as I tried to show him the hurt, betrayal and loneliness I'd felt from his departure, and he tried to convey his apology just as wordlessly.

The moment was broken by (surprise, surprise) my dad.

"ICHIGO! MY DELINQUET SON!! I MISSED YOU TERRIBLY!" Dad howled before bowling my startled brother over. With a yelped "dad!" Ichigo was down as the two wrestled furiously. Just like old times. I felt a smile break across my face as Rukia and I kicked the brawl apart (Rukia took down Ichigo while I had the pleasure of venting my frustration on my father)

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad here after all.

"Karin-chan! Yuzu-chan! Time for school!" My father called the next day before knocking on our door. I let out a groan as I realized that our father had somehow timed the move so that school started just after we got here.

"Lucky us." I grumbled as I pulled on a baggy t-shirt and some ripped jeans. My twin shot me a look at my muttered words, but then shrugged it off as she pulled on a sunny yellow tank top and some nice jeans.

Sometimes I wonder if my sister and I are really truly related; she's like the day and I'm like the night. She's like a cheerful sun while I'm just the dreary old moon. Still, I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have Yuzu to keep me in check.

"Ready for the first day of school Karin?" Yuzu asked with a tentative smile, and I sucked in my breath.

"Hell no, but I'll deal." I said cheerfully, and Yuzu chuckled quietly. My stomach grumbled as the smell of bacon and eggs filled the kitchen and I slid in a seat next to my brother, ready to eat.

Ichigo sent me a side long glance, looking curious.

"You planning on trying out for the varsity fall soccer team? Tryouts start today." My brother asked, and I jerked my head up in shock.

"What?! But it's the first day of school! Not only that, but the Summer League just ended yesterday." I yelped, while inwardly I felt slightly nervous about something that had to do with soccer, though I couldn't pinpoint what it was exactly.

"Coach is tough," Was Ichigo's only reply, and I immediately thought of the dandy in with the clogs and green/ white striped hat. He hadn't seemed like much to me. We all eagerly dug into the food, and once we were finished, Ichigo ushered Yuzu and I to his car.

We went in the back with our backpacks slung over our shoulder while Ichigo got shot gun and Rukia drove (The two fought over this extensively until Rukia seduced my poor brother into letting her drive).

While we drove Rukia talked animatedly while everyone else except Yuzu sulked for different reasons. When we arrived at Karakura High, I eyed it up and down, wondering if it was any good or not.

The building had four floors, with row upon row of windows for the rooms and made out of blinding white concrete. The exterior quickly bored me and I instead shifted my gaze towards something much more interesting- the soccer fields.

The green fields stretched for miles, delighting my experienced eyes the longer I gazed at them. Soon I was enraptured and slightly drooling, not noticing at first when my brother gently shook my shoulder while trying hard at the same time not to succumb to laughter.

"C'mon Karin, you don't want to be late on your first day do you?" Ichigo asked, snapping me out of my reverie.

"Wha- oh, thanks Ichi-nee." I said as I realized what I was doing before climbing out of the car and following the others into the school. I marveled at the size of the public school (I had previously gone to a small private school known as the Shirna Academy) and winced along with my sister at the noise.

"Ichigo! Yo, what up?!" Came a voice, and we all turned to see Renji Abarai, one of Ichigo's good friends. Ichigo yawned in his red headed friend's direction.

"Tired. I've always hated the first day of school." He said, not noticing that I was gaping at Renji as I made a connection within my head.

If Abarai was here, and he was also on my brother's soccer team, then did that mean that...?

"Toshirou-kun!" Came several squeals, and I felt dread form in the pit of my stomach as we all saw a crowd of girls rush towards a very familiar white haired hottie...

"Aw shit." I said, feeling my face turn red as the memories of my recent embarrassment rushed through my mind.

"Breakup patrol!" Came a cheerful voice, and we all turned to see a purple, spikey haired girl followed by the gigantic goalie from the game.

"Tatsuki and Chad." Ichigo explained, and we watched as Chad used his strength and size to bull doze through the crowd of girls to the misshapen Toshirou who was slowly getting crushed by the excited girls.

Toshirou shook himself and broke away from the girls by using the impromptu path Chad had created, and soon found shelter with his soccer friends. I was starting to feel sorry for the poor boy until he turned and gazed at me with his teal colored eyes.

"What is she doing here?" Toshirou asked in a condescending tone as his face turned a light shade of pink. Both Ichigo and I instinctively bristled before I replied in an annoyed tone.

"This is a school genius; people usually come here to learn." I said snidely, and Toshirou flushed again.

"Not all of us though." He retorted back with a lofty look in his aquamarine eyes, and I was slightly taken aback as I realized he was directing the insult at me. Before I could think up a reply a cool, scorching hot reply, we were interrupted.

"Hitsugaya-taicho!" Came a cry, and suddenly Toshirou disappeared between two huge breasts. The girl, a golden haired beauty about my age, smiled mischievously at the sight of the struggling boy.

"Ge- geroff me Matsumoto!" Toshirou yelped, and Matsumoto laughed good naturedly before releasing him from her death hug.

"Of course taicho." She said in a slightly mocking tone, and I cast Ichigo a curious look, wondering why Matsumoto was calling Toshirou that.

"Toshirou was captain of the team for the summer. It's really a joke among the team and Toshirou's friends." Tatsuki jumped in, and I nodded slowly at this before glancing again at Matsumoto.

She noticed my staring and smiled cheerfully, her bright eyes flashing.

"Hello, who might you be? I'm Rangiku Matsumoto." She told me, and I was reminded forcibly of Nel. This sent a pang of 'homesickness' for my friends through me, and I couldn't help but wonder what they were doing.

Did my friends miss me, or were they to busy getting through the hectic first day of school to think of me? The thought made me feel hollow on the inside, and not for the millionth time I wished I was back in Kyoto, hanging out and laughing with Nel, Ulquiorra, and Grimmjow.

"... Does your sister not speak?" Toshirou asked in a scornful tone, obviously still nursing a grudge from the soccer game. I sent him a quick glare before remembering to answer Matsumoto.

"Karin. Karin Kurosaki to be exact." I told her, and Matsumoto nodded and did a little bouncing step.

"That's great! Maybe we can get-" She began, but Toshirou cut her off and returned my glare two-fold.

"Let's go Matsumoto; we're going to be late for class." Toshirou snapped before stalking off, and the buxom blond stared after him for a moment.

"Oi! Taicho, wait for me!" She cried before flouncing after him, all the guy's gawking after her. Tatsuki and Rukia both rolled their eyes before grabbing their respective boyfriends and hurrying off to their classes with hurried good-byes.

I glanced at my twin, and Yuzu stared back with her soft brown eyes.

"Shall we go? Our classes are in room A 319." Yuzu told me, and I nodded, feeling my backpack dig into my shoulder blades and eager to deposit it at my nearby locker.

"Let's go." I decided, and we headed off with me repeatedly glancing at my schedule. First we had Biology with Nemu Kurotsuchi, English with Shunsui Kyoraku, Advanced Algebra with Jushiro Ukitake, World History with Yamamoto Genryusai, Art with Nanao Ise and gym with Chojiro Sasakibe.

As we walked in we saw our first teacher already waiting for us. She appeared to be only several years older then myself, with attractive features, long purple hair, and serious green eyes.

"Greetings students," She began, ignoring our slightly late attendance as she spoke in a quiet, monotone voice. "I am Nemu Kurotsuchi. You may address me as Kurotsuchi-san. I will pass out a syllabus of my expectations for your junior year."

I was already feeling bored and eager for the end of the day, where the gorgeous fields and soccer tryouts awaited me.

My stomach was grumbling loudly as I exited the room, Yuzu staying behind to eat lunch with quiet Ukitake-sama, who had apparently hit it right off the bat with her. I felt slightly betrayed that she was leaving me for some teacher from this dumb school, but chose not to comment.

As I got in the long line in the large, chaotic lunch room, I noticed Rukia, Tatsuki, Matsumoto, and another strawberry blond, large bosomed girl that I didn't recognize up ahead.

"Come on up with us Karin-chan!" Matsumoto shouted at the top of her lungs when she noticed me, and I felt myself grow warm as envious stares bored themselves into the back of my skull.

"Gomen Matsumoto-sama," I said in an unusually polite voice, and Matsumoto gave me an astonished look.

"You don't have to fix a prefix on the end of my name." She said in surprise, and Rukia sniggered as she absently held out her tray to receive some unidentifiable looking goop.

"No one ever does, not even Toshirou, and he feels the need to be polite to everyone." Rukia said, and all four girls laughed. I, however, grimaced at the mention of the irritating, unfriendly white haired boy's mention.

As we all sat down Tatsuki apparently remembered that I didn't know one of the girls.

"Oh, by the way, this is Orihime Inoue." Tatsuki explained, and Inoue sent me a polite smile.

"Hey." I said gruffly, and she gave me a shy smile. I couldn't help but feel slightly odd; I'd never in my life before made so many friends that were girls. I was usually very reclusive around them, having no tolerance for their petty desires, and mostly hung out with 'my guys'. And Nel.

I guess hanging out with my popular brother has its perks. Speaking of him...

"Hey guy's," Ichigo said cheerfully, sliding next to Rukia with Chad, Renji, Toshirou and several others I had yet to meet.

One had black hair with round glasses and I recognized him as the one who had taken Baldy's place at the soccer game. Then there was Baldy himself, who looked slightly surprised to see me, but not hostile. Finally there was a timid looking blond haired man who was also on the summer team.

"This is my sis guy's," Ichigo said when Baldy nudged him quickly. "You remember her from the game right? Karin Kurosaki?" Toshirou scowled into his food as Baldy and Renji burst out laughing.

"How could we forget?!" They both chortled, and I felt my face turn red, and was gratified to see Toshirou blushing like an idiot as well. When Baldy was over his laughing fit, he sent me a feral grin.

"Sorry 'bout that foul (even though it wasn't a foul), I didn't mean it. Names Madarame Ikkaku." He said before sticking out his hand, and I cautiously shook it. The other's then introduced themselves as Kira and Ishida.

The rest of the period we talked mostly about soccer and a tiny bit about school and my teachers. No one had any comment on Nemu (Referred to as such because her father worked here as well, a real bitch as Ichigo told me), who was rather blah.

All the girls found Shunsui rather lax and could pay a bit more attention to his students, but all the guy's said he was one of the best teachers, because he loved to party and let you do pretty much whatever you wanted.

Matsumoto gushed that Ukitake was simply a sweetie, and had to be treated nicely due to his tubercolis (which made me even happier that I'd allowed Yuzu to hang out with him.) Toshirou also commented at this point that Ukitake was a fine and respectable man, though he shot a quick glare at me before speaking (not that I cared).

As for Yamamoto, everyone spoke of him with fearful reverence, though he'd just seemed like a doddery old fool to me. However, I resolved to be good and respectful to him just in case.

Nothing much was said about Nanao either, only that she was strict and serious, but kind and treated everyone equally.

Only Ikkaku had any comment Sasakibe, and he said that the man was annoying and too much of a stiff. But Toshirou pointed out that Ikkaku was merely nursing a grudge because Sasakibe tried to expel the boy after pummeling a fellow during a school soccer game to a pulp ("It wasn't that bad!" "You broke the guy's arm.").

All in all, I left the lunch room with a fairly satisfactory feeling the pit of my stomach. Suddenly the world lurched and I fell on my face in surprise, sending my almost empty tray flying.

Sitting up and spluttering, I glared at the nearby Toshirou, knowing instinctively that he had something to do with my embarrassing fall.

"You tripped me!" I accused, and Toshirou narrowed his gorgeous teal eyes. For a moment I threatened to get sucked into them, but his next words brought me angrily down to earth.

"Don't blame me for being clumsy." He said in a biting, derisive tone, and I ignored him by getting up and brushing myself off. Stalking away, I noticed out of the corner of my eye Ichigo give Toshirou some hard words. The pale haired boy said something with an innocent expression on his face, and Ichigo gave him an unconvinced look before turning away.

Surging out onto the field, I skidded to a halt at the sight of the whole summer team (Plus 80 other kids who were obviously trying out).

"You're late Kurosaki." Toshirou said coldly to me, and I made a face at him before indiscreetly giving him the bird. The boy looked indignant, but said nothing at the sight of my brother giving him a stern look, almost as if he knew what we both were thinking.

Giving Ichigo a wave, I headed over towards were Tatsuki and Rukia were passing the ball. They both looked up and smiled at me, emboldening my wavering courage.

"Hey guy's," I said with a smile. "How's it going?" Tatsuki and Rukia glanced at each other before laughing heartily. Confused, I furrowed my brow as I waited, until Tatsuki sent me a feral grin.

"We were 'talking' about Chad and Ichigo." She said with a wink, and I felt my face (and Rukia's as well) heat up.

"Ah... I see," I said slowly, feeling the warmth spread through me as I gazed in embarrassment at the ground. Suddenly a thought occurred to me, and I looked up at them curiously.

"So, where's the dandy?" I asked, unconsciously referring to their coach as such. Both girls looked startled, and Tatsuki cocked her head to the side.

"Who's that?" She asked, puzzled, and I realized that they didn't know who I was talking about.

"Your coach, I saw him from the last game of the Summer Division." I explained, and Rukia and Tatsuki's expressions cleared.

"Oh... him. That's not our coach." Rukia said matter-o-factly, and I blinked in surprise.

"He's not?" I said in surprise, and Rukia quickly clarified.

"He sometimes coaches when our actual coach can't make it." She told me, and I looked around, trying to find someone who wasn't a high schooler.

"So who is he?" I finally asked, giving up as I realized that I couldn't anyone who looked remotely like a soccer coach. Tatsuki seemed to flinch slightly before replying.

"His name is-"

THUD.

Everyone fell silent as a soccer ball flew into one of the nets, snapping straight through it and flying down the street.

THUD.

I felt my jaws drop as I caught sight of the largest, scariest man I'd ever encountered. He had dark brown hair that had been gelled into spikes shooting out of the back of his head, with an eye patch covering one of his eyes. The other one was small and maniacal, with a scar zig zagging down the eye-patch-free part of his face. Finally, the huge, six-foot-huge man wore a feral grin that stretched his angular features and made him look slightly insane.

I was scared shitless.

"Hello, seniors, juniors, sophomores, and fresh meat," He said in a deep, booming tone. "I get to have the pleasure of being your soccer coach for the school year. Names Zaraki Kenpachi. If you're serious about soccer, you'll remember it. Questions?" He asked in a sharp tone, and a small, pimply boy who looked as though he'd never ran in his life raised a quivery hand.

"What is it?!" Zaraki barked out, looking irritated that someone actually had a question.

"C-can I go home n-now?" The boy stuttered out.

Once the ones terrified of Zaraki's appearance and mannerisms had cleared out, the tryouts had been narrowed down to about 50 high schoolers. Once coach Zaraki was satisfied that everyone who wanted out was gone, he hunkered down next to Toshirou.

"Hey there boy. You planning on kicking ass this year?" Zaraki asked thickly, and Toshirou looked faintly annoyed (probably at being called a kid) but didn't say anything to show this annoyance.

"Obviously." He answered arrogantly, and I gnashed my teeth at his tone. Zaraki, however, burst out laughing before shaking his head in an almost genial manner.

"Still the same asshole from last year Hitsugaya," Zaraki said with a frenzied grin, and Toshirou looked mildly affronted, though once again he chose not to comment negatively.

Swinging himself to face everyone, Zaraki rose to his full height, dwarfing the boy (and everyone else) next to him.

"Well, well, well..." The man said slowly, and I suppressed a shiver of fear. The man had obtained the aura of an excited predator going in for the kill, and it took all my will power not to flee in fear.

"Are you ready for the worst week of your life?" The man asked with a savage grin.

-Firefox