Chapter 2

Ichigo shot awake when loud music blasted, reaching blindly beneath his pillow for his phone. He pulled it out and pressed the dismiss button, shutting off the alarm. He blinked a few times at the floor before rubbing his eyes, lying back down.

He was too tired to be dealing with this.

He waited a few more moments before grudgingly removing himself from his warm blankets, standing up and stretching with a loud yawn. He scratched his side and shuddered from the ticklish feeling, looking at his mirror that hung on the wall.

He looked like shit.

He snorted and walked to his door, opening it silently and looking around. Everyone was still sound asleep, not a light or door open. He held his breath and listened, seeing if he could hear a snore or two. He heard the soft clicking of a clock but no snores.

He opened the door fully and stepped out, heading straight for the bathroom. He closed the door before turning on the light, sighing as he rubbed his eyes.

He would have rather preferred to keep the lights off, which he had done frequently as a child, but after scaring Yuzu by accident several times his dad ordered that he had the lights on.

Ichigo never understood why most people were afraid of the dark. It was just the opposite of light.

He washed up slowly and got dressed in his room, opting to wear plain jeans with a large black jacket. It was nearly twenty degrees outside, the fall just the beginning storm of the oncoming winter.

He looked out his window and narrowed his eyes at the frosted grass, looking over his shoulder when he heard his door open. He was surprised to see Yuzu, her eyes downcast hesitantly. Ichigo frowned, standing still and waiting for whatever she had to say.

Unlike him she could wake up a little earlier. He had two extra classes then Yuzu and Karin, and though that made his life a living hell, it would ensue that he graduated almost an entire year before the rest of his peers. He wanted to get this shit over and done with.

"What did you think of Shiro?" he was caught off guard by the question, turning towards her with a shrug.

"He looks like a juvenile, but he seemed like a cool guy," Ichigo replied in an observational manner, Yuzu smiling softly.

"Why do you ask?" Ichigo asked a tad more cautiously, thinking some serious ass was going to have to be kicked. Gay or not, Shiro wasn't getting within five feet of his little sister.

"If I told you… that I was interested in him, would you support me?" Ichigo tilted his head to the side.

Okay some logic was called for.

The tables were turned since she seemed to find an interest in him, Ichigo trying to connect dots.

Shiro was in fact gay, so even if she was interested her chances would be reduced from 5 to none out of a hundred. Sounded like some simple logic to him. Even though he didn't want to hurt her feelings, he voice his opinion aloud.

"Yuzu, he is gay. I may be bisexual, but when a guy is usually gay, there is very little chance of anything actually happening," he told her, holding back a wince when Yuzu frowned in disappointment.

"I know he's gay, but he's the only true friend I've had since mom's death. He helped me through so much and…" Yuzu stopped there though, Ichigo narrowing his eyes.

How long have those two been friends?

"Did he ever try to… you know?" Ichigo asked, Yuzu's frown turning up into a smile as she giggled, shaking her head.

"He told me many times he just wanted to be friends. I just never saw him that way," Yuzu claimed. Ichigo was slightly confused.

What was she trying to achieve then?

"Yuzu, why are you not okay with just being friends? Isn't there someone else you can find an interest in?" he asked, looking to his clock.

"We'll continue this when I get home?" his question went unanswered as he grabbed his backpack, kissing Yuzu's head before hurrying downstairs, not caring for breakfast.

The first bell rang just as he got to the school grounds, his lungs hurting from breathing in the cold air, his legs not use to running for so long, quaking and protesting with sharp bolts of pain in his thighs and calves. His side throbbed as he finally stopped in his classroom, the final bell ringing.

He was surprised he had even made it to first period on time, but since they had new classes it was okay for them to be late the first day. He shook off the cold and looked around, looking for a place to sit. The teacher, whose desk was across the room, said in a loud booming voice, "I am you're Japan History teacher. My name is Teach Francis, but just call me Teach."

Ichigo nodded, noting he had lacked to mention anything about a seating arrangement so he sat four desks away from the door, wondering why they would have computer's in a history class. He shrugged and sat down, looking over to the boy who sat next to him.

He had short brown hair that was slicked back, glasses hanging low on his nose. They weren't the big nerdy glasses, but rectangular ones that actually fit his face well, his skin acne ridden. He was still rather attractive though.

Ichigo was shocked that he was wearing shorts on such a cold day, a jacket covering his arms.

He was busy on his phone, but when he realized he was being watched he looked up.

Ichigo stared at him for second until he raised an eyebrow, Ichigo finally coming to realize he was staring.

"I'm Ichigo!" he blurted, the boy smirking.

"I'm Skylar," the boy replied in turn, Ichigo tilting his head to the side.

"Junior or senior?"

"Senior."

Ichigo nodded, sitting back in his seat, looking around to see who was there. It was them two and like several more, the room strangely just lined with computer's.

He was going to be confused forever over that.

"I'm a junior, feel pretty old anyways though," he sighed, Skylar shaking his head with a chuckle.

"It get's better, next year it will anyway." Ichigo groaned aloud, not wanting to wait another year just so he could stop feeling like an old man.

"Was it hard for you to make it here?" Skylar asked, Ichigo shaking his head.

"Getting into the university was easy, it's just that now I have to try and stay ontop of all my grades," he replied, Skylar nodding in understanding.

"I'll be alright if I just pass with all C's. I would try to get an A every now and then, but I'm not going to make it my highest priority." Ichigo nodded, only wishing he was that carefree. If he didn't keep up his grades, his father would go berserk on him.

Teach Francis eventually came up to the front of the classroom where there was a projector, a laptop sitting next to it. Ichigo's few minutes of horror began.

They first went over the basics of the rules, then he talked about the first thing they were going to learn about. It was based on when Japan first industrialized and took it's first step into becoming what it was today. The class was over too soon though and after a small talk, Ichigo and Skylar went their opposite directions.

His next class was web design, once again a room full of computer's. They were nicer though and seemed brand new, Ichigo running a finger over the one closest to him.

He saw Yoruichi and waved, walking quickly over to her and sitting in the desk next to her, giving her a small smile.

"How was your summer vacation?" he asked as they waited for the rest of the kids to flood in, Yoruichi shrugging, looking to her phone when it vibrated.

"I went to Louisiana to see my family. It was fun until my aunt got mad because someone stole her peach cobbler." Ichigo smiled. He forgot that Yoruichi was a foreigner. Even so she was still one of the best friends he had ever had.

"How was your's?" Ichigo was about to answer but a girl sat down next to him, familiar orange hair shining in the fluorescent light.

"Orihime?" She a looked a lot older now. Ichigo smiled when she turned to him, her once chubby face now smooth besides a few bumps of acne. Her hair was a lot longer, nearly reaching her backside. She was rather beautiful, but even so, Ichigo could still see that little girl he had met all those years ago.

She just grew taller and a large pair of tits.

"How you be doing?" he asked in an almost perfect american accent, Orihime shaking her head, blowing him a kiss.

"Hey sugar," she replied, Ichigo batting his lashes at her.

"Wanna give me a kiss?"

"No."

Ichigo frowned, sniffling in mock hurt.

"I didn't need your love anyway," he sniffled, Orihime laughing as Yoruichi snickered.

His day went on the same way.

He had Japan History, Web Design, Psychology, then lunch, Calculus, English, and P.E. His two extra classes were Chemistry and Public Speaking.

He loved every class, but once it got to Public Speaking, his nerves jittery. He was never a person who liked to speak in front of an audience, it made him sick.

He looked around as he sat down in the class, looking around shyly. Chad was also there so Ichigo headed straight towards him, Chad turning to him and waving a hand.

"Ichigo," he greeted in his soft though deep voice, Ichigo giving him a small smile.

"Everyone, please sit," the teacher ordered, Ichigo looking around to see where he was at.

Where was the teacher?

"Where's the teacher?" a student he had never seen before walked up to him, a ruler held in his hand.

"Are we going to have a problem?" Ichigo raised a questioning eyebrow? What was up with this guy?

"I am you Sensei, now please take seat." Ichigo's eyes widened as he looked over the man in a new light.

This was his teacher?

He was one of the old fashioned teacher's, Ichigo sitting down so he wouldn't get close and personal with the ruler he was holding.

The short statured man walked to the front of the class, slamming his ruler down onto his desk.

Ichigo gulped.

He had a feeling this guy was gonna chop off his dick and feed it to his dogs.

"I am sensei. Here I will bring out that proud man and woman you truly are. To do so though, be prepared for sweat and tears if you're scared of judgment. Cause here, you are starting out as nothing but weak pieces of meat that lack the ability to talk. Any objections?"

No one spoke, Ichigo swallowing thickly as he looked around.

Luckily the first day he talked about rules and regulations, everyone extremely happy that they wouldn't have to deal with the short demon on the first day.

Ichigo left that room quickly, heading straight home. Karin and Yuzu were most likely hangin with friends so he left them a text message and waited for each response of reassurance before he went up to his room, falling onto his bed.

He was bone tired.

His every joint, muscle, and nerve was throbbing with agony, and all he had done today was sit, besides in P.E. in which they played a friendly game of basketball.

It was going to take him forever to get used to going to school again. Right now his body was screaming for him to go to bed or at least consume some food. He opted for rest.

He closed his eyes with a sigh, relaxing into his firm mattress. Just as he was about to fall asleep his phone vibrated, the simple sound ringing loudly in his ears.

He groaned, grabbing his phone and swiping the screen, putting it to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Ichigo?"

His eyebrows disappeared into his hairline.

"Shiro?"

He was a little curious as to how the pale man got his number, let alone remembered his name, but he was also creeped out.

"Um, how did you get my number?" he heard Shiro cough, Ichigo raising an eyebrow in question.

It sounded like he had a smoker's cough.

"Yuzu gave it to me," he told him, clearing his throat. "She wants me to talk to you for some reason."

Ichigo wanted to roll his eyes. Did she think that he could get him to find a reason to like her?

"Well then, hi," Ichigo grumbled.

"Hi."

Ichigo didn't know what to say next so he cleared his throat, getting up from his bed, looking out the window.

It was already dark outside, the sun having gone some time ago. Ichigo sighed, laying back down. So much for going outside.

"Ima go, alright?" he wanted to make it a statement but it came out as a question, Ichigo rolling onto his back with a yawn.

"Alright."

Ichigo hung up with a sigh, dropping his phone onto his bed.

He was gonna take a much needed nap.