First Time-All Over Again

Chapter 4

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A/N: I'm so happy to see everyone reviewing! I will try to give you fast updates like these as fast as possible. Although just a heads up, I start up school again this coming up Thursday. I have track after school every day until 5-5:30ish. On top of that is hw but you know that from experience right? So chances are, the days you will have quicker updates are Mondays, Fridays and weekends. Tuesday through Thursdays are hectic for me. Ok, now that I got that off my chest, I want to provide you all with what you really want to read. So just a quick mental question to you all, what do you think happened to all of the other main characters? Mwahaha, I shall leave you with that torturing thought until you figure out.

I bet you are all dying to figure out what song this chapter is right? Drum roll please! drum rolls across computer It is…Memory by Sugur Cult!

Disclaimer: If I did, I wouldn't be writing fanfictions for my own story

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Rukia willed her eyes to open when she felt heavy light bare down on her face. It probably was not a good idea to have her bed so close to the window. She still felt weighed down with sleep so Rukia had to literally shake herself awake. It was not like she had anyone in her apartment like say a parent to get her up for school ever morning. This took strong willpower and some strong coffee just to get Rukia out the door. Normally she was rigid about getting up early every morning but for some reason, her body just did not want to move at all and every bone ached in her body.

She leapt out of bed and grabbed in her hands the closest and cleanest looking outfit available. Considering her drowsiness, she did ok with khakis and a navy blue t-shirt. Rukia did not care to take a shower that morning, she would take care of it after school. All she had to do was put up her hair in a bun and no one would notice. Well her classmates might notice her different hairstyle since Rukia was never that versatile with her hair but she could care less at the moment. Rukia adjusted her hair just right and quickly grabbed an orange to go. Big breakfasts just weren't her thing. She glanced at the clock before departing for school. The clock read back 8:15. Had it been any other day, Rukia would have spazzed and ran like there was no tomorrow but she was a-ok taking her time. Her legs dared her to even try to make an effort to jog.

It was by the time she got to school that Rukia remembered what happened last night. 'That's right…Ichigo gave me shinigami powers to slay that hollow. I must have passed out shortly after that because I don't remember anything before waking up this morning. Did ichigo carry me home? Did he go back to that place that he talked about, the Soul Society?' These questions were all brewing inside the raven's head.

She was late for class and her sensei Ritsuka was most upset. He made her stand in front of class and explain her reason for tardiness. Now mind you, this is not the worst punishment in the world but Ritsuka-sensei knew Rukia hated to speak in front of so many kids and that she was not the most social kid in the world.

For half of communication studies, which was her first subject, she spent plotting ways of killing her teacher. The best she could think of was feeding Ritsuka sensei to the Fly-trap plant in the school garden and then feeding the remains to junkyard dogs. She smirked at this. For the majority of the class, Rukia pretty much forgot about Ichigo and their adventure the previous night. That was until…the door swung open and in came in a new student with bright orange hair. Ritsuka-sensei was startled at having a new student already halfway through the year but he explained that his parents were from Italy and they have just recently passed away and his grandparents sent him here. Just from the way he walked in, girls swooned at his feet. His cold and narrowed eyes and furrowed eyebrows were a turn-on to them. The new student was wearing the school uniform as well as his own personal touches, such as a pin-striped tie and a spiked necklace. He then turned to the class and introduced himself but Rukia knew his name before he even uttered the words and under her breath, she choked out, "Ichigo…"

This may never start.
We could fall apart.
And I'd be your memory.
Lost your sense of fear.
Feelings insincere.
Can I be your memory?

"Well Kurosaki-kun, welcome to communication studies. I am your teacher Ritsuka-sensei and you can find your seat beside Rukia-chan." Ichigo nodded and walked over to his seat. He just barely passed her a look before looking back up at the teacher. When it came time for notes and he had nothing to write on, he whispered in her ear, "can I borrow some paper?" His very voice sent shivers up her spine. How can he possibly act as if nothing happened and why was he at her school? Didn't he have a better place to be than this dump of a school?

"I do but why are you here and not that sou-" She was cut off by Ichigo's hand. She actually spoke louder than she needed to but at the moment she did not care, she wanted answers and Rukia would get them! Ichigo glared at her for just a second.

So get back, back, back to where we lasted.
Just like I imagine.
I could never feel this way.
So get back, back, back to the disaster.
My heart's beating faster.
Holding on to feel the same.

"Rukia-chan, Kurosaki-kun, is there a problem?" The teacher looked at them while raising an eyebrow inquisitively. Ichigo was about to answer but Rukia beat him to it.

"No Sensei, it's just that I thought Kurosaki-kun might like a tour around the school with him being a new student and all. Mind if we leave the room?" She knew that Sensei did not like her so she had to use her fake sugary sweet voice in order to get anything from him. Ichigo beside her, only looked at her with disgust. 'God, I thought I was done with that so long ago!' Ichigo thought to himself.

Ritsuka rubbed his chin thoughtfully before nodding, dismissing them. He was still suspicious of Rukia since she left the school grounds and lied to him the other day but if both of them were found skipping school, it meant he could write up both of them. Why he became a teacher was beyond him since he despised kids and even hated the subject he taught.

Rukia was going to lead the way but strangely enough, Ichigo was the one holding Rukia by the hand up to the school rooftop. It was as if he knew the schoolgrounds pretty well. Rukia did not complain since the roof was her second favorite place to go when she wanted to think to herself alone. She heard that a long time ago students used to eat lunch up there but ever since they thought it was haunted by those same kids, it became deserted.

This may never start.
I'll tear us apart.
Can I be your enemy?
Losing half a year.
Waiting for you here
I'd be your anything.

Ichigo sat down, crossing both his legs neatly. "Sit." Rukia's eyes expanded at the demand but she obeyed anyway.

"First of all, what the hell did you think you were doing back there? Trying to make me look like a fool?" He looked angry and Rukia wanted to cower but she didn't and only met his gaze head-on.

"How was I supposed to know that being a shinigami and this Soul Society place had to be kept on the dl?" Rukia countered with just as much anger in her tone. He just waltzed into her class as if he was the king and expected her to be ok with it?

"Well I don't know, if the school found out I turn into a samurai, purify hollows and send ghosts to heaven, how do you THINK they would handle it?" There was a nerve twitch above his left eye. They were getting along great the day before but now, they were like bitter enemies. Rukia turned her head away signaling he won that battle but now she had a different topic to bring up.

"Just what the fuck are you doing at my school? Why aren't you back at that Soul Society place or whatever?" Rukia crossed her arms, willing Ichigo to speak.

Ichigo just scoffed. "My mission here is not yet fufilled, do you actually think I enjoy hanging out with you? Plus, you are a walking disaster. What will you do if I just left? I wouldn't be surprised if you got mugged!"

So get back, back, back to where we lasted.
Just like I imagine.
I could never feel this way.
So get back, back, back to the disaster.
My heart's beating faster.
Holding on to feel the same.

Rukia suddenly blushed as it sounded like Ichigo truly did care about her safety. She dropped her head so he wouldn't see it.

"I still have my shinigami powers, I can use them to protect myself!" Rukia said, trying to sound sure of herself.

"Not if you don't know how to activate your soul form moron! You either need a shinigami badge, a substitute soul pill or you have to be able to easily pull it out from your body which comes from experience. Since you don't have any of those, you are left with me! I have a glove which works." Ichigo smirked at her, looking high and mighty now. He got up and advanced toward Rukia, putting on a red glove.

Rukia looked at Ichigo warely. She got up and tried to back away but Ichigo jumped on her and forcefully shoved his hand into her head. Shinigami Rukia popped out, leaving mortal rukia motionless on the ground.

Ichigo looked at Rukia thoughtfully. "It appears you still have them. How about that…"

Rukia grinned, feeling the wind against her shihakushō. Even if she didn't know how much longer she would be able to be a shinigami, she would make the moments last. It was just enough to feel like she belonged in an alternate universe. She was looking for an opportunity like this to hit her in the head but this time, it struck her in the heart.

This may never start.
Tearing out my heart.
I'd be your memory.
Lost your sense of fear.
(I'd be your memory)
Feelings disappeared.
Can I be your memory?

Ichigo's soul phone beeped and he let out a huge sigh. "You might as well make yourself useful. I can take a little break from my duties and give them to you since you enjoy it so much," Ichigo explained to Rukia. He was still in his gigai so Ichigo ran down the flight of stairs from the roof to the bottom floor while his assistant leapt off the school buiding and into the streets. Using her acuse sense of direction, the short shinigami pinpointed the hollow's location. It was chasing after a young girl's ghost. She had pigtails and was wearing a red and pink striped shirt. The girl was running for life but suddenly stopped as she tripped over a rather large rock. She uselessly put up an arm to defend herself but it was not needed. A particular Raven-haired shinigami first sliced off the arm, leaving the lean and lanky hollow to pace around in agony. It disappeared for only a second to repair itself.

So get back, back, back to where we lasted.
Just like I imagine.
I could never feel this way.
So get back, back, back to the disaster.
My heart's beating faster.
Holding on to feel the same.

Rukia glanced down at the girl was now looking up at her with both gratitude and fear that perhaps Rukia would want to kill her next. She looked at the small girl in sympathy.

"Don't worry, I will get rid of the big bad hollow for you." The hollow came back a fragment of a second after that. It was furious and wanted more than anything to kill the soul reaper that had cut off it's arm.

Rukia coolly and smoothly flashstepped to the right and left as she charged for the hollow before finally making one large slash through the hollows body. The once hungry beast had fallen and disappeared into the sky. She then focused her attention on the girl.

Ichigo walked in on the scene and saw his companion performing konso. A butterfly flew away in place of the girl's ghost.

"You're getting better at this I see. Okay, I don't know about you but since we missed third and fourth period, I'm starving. My father has been begging me to stop by. My sister is a great cook. Wow, I havn't even seen her since I passed aw-" Ichigo stopped himself. Rukia still did not know he was dead yet.

Rukia's face heatened up a little bit but she hid it well. She then smirked evily. "Is this a date kurosaki-kun?" She used his family name only to make him feel uncomfortable.

To Rukia's surprise, Ichigo even showed some shades of red as well. "In your dreams idiot. If you don't want to, you don't have to, I just thought…" He was silenced when Rukia went on her tiptoes and lightly pecked him on the cheek. This act of affection stunned Ichigo.

This may never start.
We could fall apart
And I'd be your memory.
Lost your sense of fear.
Feelings insincere.
Can I be your memory?
Can I be your memory?

"R-Rukia!" He looked down at her funny.

"Are you going to stand there like an idiot or are you going to walk me to your house Kurosaki-san?" She smiled. Rukia clearly lost it. It was just something that felt right to her and she was grateful to him for letting her feel alive again.

"Stop being so formal! We are already past that, you can call me by my first name and that's final!" Subconciously, Ichigo took his hand and entwined his fingers with hers, sending up waves of warmth into Rukia's body. She felt as light as a feather.

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Four portals opened up at the entrance to karakura town. From the four portals stepped out four unique individuals. One was a giant and had hair that covered his eyes, another was lanky with a quincy designed cape, another with brunette hair and blue flower pins on either side of her head and lastly one with spiky red hair and tattoos across his forehead.

The quincy spoke first. "Remember what Yamamoto-taicho told us." The group simultaneously nodded and set off to find their favorite carrot-topped shinigami.

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A/N: hehehe, another cliffy. I'm sorry, I really am but they are too easy to write. But hey atleast I had Rukia kiss Ichigo! Sorry if I am rushing anything. As Always, Review because that is what reviewers do! I think…