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Damn, that was close.

Ichigo nodded in agreement, leaning back on a stone wall. After Harry Potter had been chewed out by Professor McGonagall, he left without a word to the two. Both Harry and the twins knew the black haired boy didn't buy his lies, but at least he was smart enough not to question. When Harry was gone, the Professor had congratulated their quick cover up, to which Shiro had cockily grinned and asked, "What cover up? We're just Japanese transfers, Professor."

Now they were standing outside of the Great Hall, waiting for Dumbledore to get on with introducing them so they could eat. They had received their basic nutrients through tubes in the tank, but nothing beat actually chewing and feeling your stomach fill. Delicious aromas of strange foods wafted through the door and drifted towards the two, bringing out complaints from Zangetsu.

Why can't I eat too?

Because they don't know about you yet.

And cuz you're an old man while we are still young and good-lookin'. Well, me still looking good, not so much King though.

Hey! We look the same!

But you fail to have my handsome coloring.

Handsome my ass. Who has black scleras?

Who has that bright ass orange hair?

Who has white hair?

Regardless, we all passed our eightieth birthday a while back.

But since technically, I was killed when Hat 'n Clogs cut my Chain of Fate, we still look pretty young.

Thank God, I don't wanna look like some eighty-year old geezer.

But I still want food.

We can feed you under the table like a dog, old man.

You're the horse, you should be fed like an animal.

You're lucky I can't come in there to beat the crap out of you.

How are you going to do that? I'm your sword.

My fists and cero. Though I would feel bad about beating up an old man.

We're both past eighty!

Shh, I think Jii-san is starting to speak.

"May I have your attention please?" rang out the voice of the old wizard. The clamor of the students and staff died down, and Ichigo could feel the reiatsus in the room shifting towards the Headmaster. "Thank you. Tonight, I will be proud to introduce two special guests who will be staying with us for the next year! Please welcome, Hogwart's transfer students from Japan!"There was a spike in everybody's reiatsus, and cries of shock echoed throughout the tables. Ichigo sighed and glanced over at his double.

Ready to spend the next year at school?

Hell no, but not much we can do in our state is there, King? I mean, we're weaker than goddamned Pluses.

Remember, the moment we have enough energy we're busting out of here, regardless of Ministry.

Damned straight we are.

Ichigo and Shiro stepped from the walls and approached the Great Hall's closed entrance. They reached out and began to push the oaken doors open, orange hair on the left, white hair on the right.

At dinner, Harry was telling Ron and Hermione about the strange twins while trying to block out whispers around his shouting match with Umbridge. Hermione listened with rapt attention, while Ron had multi-tasked by plowing down his dinner. Hermione's frown grew deeper and deeper.

"I dunno mate, they seem fishy," said Ron through a full mouth. "I mean, special abilities?"

Hermione spoke up. "I've never heard of Hogwarts having transfer students before. The closest was last year's Triwizard Tournament, and that was only because of contest rules!"

Ron swallowed down his food hard before replying. "But it's not like they're Death Eaters or something. I mean, Professor McGonagall was in this."

"But everybody was convinced that Mad-Eye wasn't one either, and look how that turned out!" argued Harry.

"Do you think they're Death Eaters, Harry?" asked Hermione with a worried glance.

Harry frowned. While it was true he felt like they were hiding something, they seemed too young to be one of Voldemdort's followers. But it could be polyjuice potion, or other disguising charms. But why have spies who were extremely noticeable? Between the strange coloring and their tall stature, they would stand out the most out of the students. So if they weren't Death Eaters, what were they? Ministry spies? But wouldn't it have been easier to stick student spies with the first years? Like the Death Eaters, they would draw too much attention.

"I don't know," Harry answered. "But I know that they're hiding something. The way they came is too strange. And I doubt that they will be useful spies, I mean, they stand out a lot."

Ron nodded in agreement. "White haired bloke sounds like a freak."

Hermione rolled her eyes. But whatever comment she had about his tactless observations was cut off as Dumbledore stood up from the teacher's tables.

"May I have your attention please?" rang out the voice of the old wizard. The clamor of the students and staff died down and they all looked expectantly towards the Headmaster. "Thank you. Tonight, I will be proud to introduce two special guests who will be staying with us for the next year! Please welcome, Hogwart's transfer students from Japan!"

There were gasps of shock and immediately everyone began to shout out questions. But in the middle of it, the doors to the Great Hall opened up, and two figures walked in, one scowling and one grinning. Everyone shut up, and snapped their eyes towards the two. As they passed, the three Gryffindors heard whispered comments. Some girls giggled at the sight of the two's chiseled faces, which were undeniably good looking.

"-not at the feast yesterday-"

"-white hair-"

"-Japanese-"

"-fifth year?"

The twins stopped by the teacher's table and bowed slightly to the staff, reflecting their Japanese roots. The teachers seemed only mildly surprised at the pair, obviously they had known about the transfer's appearance beforehand. Umbridge was smiling a sickening sweet smile that rot out werewolves' fangs. Dumbledore smiled through his silver beard and resumed his speech.

"Both Ichiro Kuro and Shrio Kuro-" again Harry saw Shiro flinch at his name, "-will be staying with the Griffindors and will continue their studies as fifth years. They are Japan's first transfer students as well, so please enlighten them on the British culture. Now-"

"Hem, hem" Umbridge interrupted like the night before. Without waiting for a reply, she asked Dumbledore. "What school would this be, Headmaster?"

"Fat toad, sit down and let Jii-san finish," came the scathing reply from the white haired twin. The watery echo of his voice was gone, but the casual speech was still there.

Students gasped in shock while others suppressed laughs. He had just bluntly insulted a teacher, something even Peeves had yet to do. And not just any teacher, a Ministry official.

Umbridge's face flushed a deeper pink than her cardigan. "Detention!" she shrieked, pointing a chubby finger at Shiro. Next to him, Ichiro scowled deeper.

"Hey, what the hell was that for? You can't just give Shiro a detention if he was only telling the truth, old hag," said Ichiro, rousing more gasps from the students again, this time with teachers. Umbridge's face turned into a dark magenta.

"Double detention! Both of you! The entire week for insulting your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher!" She leaped off her chair, jabbing her finger at them.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts? You? Hell, no!" shouted Shiro. He turned to face the Headmaster. "Jii-san, can you take her out of our schedules?"

Students roared with laughter. Teachers' faces were an odd mixture of amusement and horror at the Japanese transfer's actions. Dumbledore was chuckling slightly.

"DETENTION FOR THE WHOLE WEEK!" Umbridge shouted furiously at the two, who were still standing easily in front of the teacher's tables. Her bow had fallen off in the middle of her jumping up and down, pointing her finger at the shit-eating grin of Shiro.

"At least we were being polite by asking if we could leave. We're gonna ditch your class anyway." commented Ichiro, not at all fazed by the fact that a teacher was giving him a week's worth of detention.

"DETENTION FOR TWO WEEKS! NO, THREE! THE WHOLE MONTH!" Great Hall echoed with laughter. The sight of Umbridge jumping up and down added even more to her toad-like appearance. The Weasley twins were roaring, close to tears. Even Professor McGonagall's thin lips were twitching upwards.

The twins ignored her and faced Dumbledore. The old Headmaster waved his hands for silence before talking. "I'm afraid that you two have beaten the record time of receiving a detention from a teacher. No, Mr. Kuro, I'm afraid we cannot remove Professor Umbridge's class from your schedules. And you may not cut classes," Shiro groaned at this. "Now, enjoy your dinner, new Hogwarts students!"

The Great Hall was filled with applause as they made their way down towards the Gryffindor table. Ron was laughing again, along with other Gryffindors.

"Bloody brilliant, did you see the look on Umbridge's face!" he shouted between laughs. "I don't care if they're Death Eaters or not, they're brilliant!"

"It was rather unusual," replied Hermione. "They insulted a teacher/Ministry official on their first day, and received detention for it the first day."

"Oh, c'mon Hermione, even you have to admit, the face on Umbridge was priceless!" groaned Ron, waving his hand towards the still purple Umbridge.

Harry had to agree; watching the shades of color change on her face was hilarious. And the twins seemed to carry an attitude that defied orders on instinct. He looked over at Ichiro and Shiro where they were being bombed with students congratulating and questioning them. The white haired twin seemed to notice his gaze and turned around to look at him. Shiro's eyes, he notice, were no longer black and gold, but were a normal white and amber like his twin. Shiro muttered something to Ichiro, who looked bewildered by the oncoming questions. Both slipped away from the crowds and made their way over to them

"Hi, can we sit here?" asked Ichiro, gesturing towards the empty seat in front of the three. When Harry nodded yes, the two sat down and began to dig in with a pair of chopsticks. They ate like they hadn't had food for months, and for a while neither said anything, too busy filling their mouths with British food.

At last, they put down their chopsticks and leaned back on their seats. "I'm Hermione Granger, and this is Ron Weasley and Harry Potter," said Hermione, taking the chance to introduce themselves. "Welcome to Hogwarts."

Ichiro blinked. "I'm Ichiro Kuro and this is my twin Shiro Kuro."

"That was amazing, you just insulted Umbridge four times!" cried Ron, his mouth full of apple pie. Ichiro scowled.

"The hag had it coming. Who does she think she is, the Headmaster? Is she trying to get Jii-san fired?" The orange haired boy sighed and poked Shiro in the ribs. Again, Harry saw how skinny the twins were. "Oi, Shiro, let's go."

Shiro groaned and stretched. Harry asked, "Do you know where the dorms are?"

Both shook their heads. Hermione took this moment to become a prefect and grinned. "Well, come this way, we're done with our food too." She dragged Ron away from his apple pie and walked away from the tables.

On the way to the Gryffindor tower, Hermione asked them questions regarding the Japanese schools.

"What was the name of your school? What did it look like? Were classes hard?"

Damn, she can talk, muttered Shiro in his mind.

Ignoring Shiro, Ichigo tried to answer the incoming questions. He decided to describe their supposed school after the Shinigami Academy in Soul Society.

"It's called the Shino Academy of Japan, looked like a traditional Japanese building, and the classes were very hard," answered Ichigo.

Well, sword fighting and kido were two very hard classes.

"How do you know English so well?" she asked as Ron gave the password to the Fat Lady.

"The Academy requires you to take a language class, and we took English."

More like I stayed in your head and listened to the English lessons.

"Is Asian magic similar to European magic?" The portrait swung open behind her.

"Umm… yes?"

"What type of wands do you use? Are the spell pronunciations the same?"

"Hermione, watch out!"

Hermione, who had been busy looking behind her back to talk to Ichiro, didn't notice Nearly Headless Nick racing out the portrait hole until he passed right through her, now barreling straight towards the transfers. Harry expected it to past right through them, but to his shock, they both reached up a hand and stopped the ghost in its tracks.

Their fingers gripped on the silvery figure, they began to yell at him.

"Watch where you're going!" yelled Ichiro.

"You could have seriously ran into someone!" yelled Shiro.

Nick's eyes widened bigger than Galleons, and he looked at the hands clutching his shoulders. The three watched with equally wide eyes at the twins doing the impossible: touching a ghost. Nick's eyes traveled to the twins, and he said something in a gasp.

"Death Gods."

Horray! Done with this chapter!