+Shinji's Point of View+
I took a peak over my shoulder at the girl I sat in front of. It seemed she was working on this stupid English paper that I had no care for. I really didn't get a good look at her while I was copying down her notes, but it seemed that she did. My eye caught something. It was a very good drawing. I couldn't help but narrow my eyes at it. How'd she know about my hollow mask and zanpakuto? Over to the side was some random notes:
'Pharaoh's mask cos it seemed to fit his persona better than anything plain (or maybe I've been watching Howl's Moving Castle one too many times, lawlz). His clothes seemed to be more Jazzy. I don't know why but I get the feeling he listens to Jazz (hope he knows that makes him more of a pervert in my book. No, wait, never mind. That's only smooth Jazz... Where the hell is my record player, I hope that my mom didn't take it for her stupid movies... Stupid adult films, and my family is in the center of it). Why the katana of all things? Maybe it has something to do with his eyes. They're like that Kuchiki girls, but different at the same time. As if he was older than all of us placed together and understood things we barely have a grasp on. Damn it, I got those damn shivers again. Does this have anything to do with the Soul Society (what ever the fuck that is)? Holy shit, getting off topic of the drawing, and this is all in pen... ah-well better finish this off then. I have a feeling it has something to do with all those dreams I've had since I was only ten...' my eyes narrowed again as I turned back around and placed my narrowed chin in the palm of my left hand.
I felt a tap on my shoulder a little while later. I looked up to see Jinxx standing there with her hands on her wide hips. "C'mon. Sensei wanted me to show you around. So get off your boney ass and follow me." She turned on her heals and walked away gracefully. My smile only widened as I watched her hips sway side to side as that mini skirt gave me a great view of her ass. And by God she was blessed with one! Standing up I quickly followed her out of the room; only half listening to anything she was saying as we rounded corner after corner. The students who were in the halls at the time backed away into their little groups of 'cliques' and started muttering things to one another.
"There's that Jinxx chick. She's in that class with the Yankee Kurosaki Ichigo and that tomboy of a cousin Tatsuki. I bet she's a whore like her good for nothing mother." This got me to raise my eyebrow at the blue haired woman's back. She ignored them and continued walking; the chain at her hip slapping lightly against her mid thigh.
One of the boys sneered as she drew closer to their group. "I heard she's bisexual but is such a freak that no guy wants to even touch her. Doesn't have much going on up stairs either I bet. Did ya hear that she is normally seen talking to herself around graves and crash sights? Also she'll randomly comment on something that you didn't even say!" a fist shot out and landed right in the locker by the poor dude's head. The exotic curvy woman leaned her face in closer to his. A sadistic smile playing along her full lips.
"Really now? I guess it's a fetish then, being a freak and all. Guys seemed to get pretty turned on by the fact I could mind fuck them any way I want. Also that I go and play for both teams. This, right here—" the blue haired bomb shell stuck out her tongue to show off the metal rod and ball going right through it before pulling it right back into her mouth, "—is the reason why I have so many guys and gals banging down my door every night just to get some. Also you keep your fucking mouth shut when talking about my cousin. If memory serves me right she kicked your ass after you started making fun of Orihime's long auburn hair. And Kurosaki? He's twice the man you'll ever be. Just because you can't tell dyed from natural isn't my damned fault and it doesn't make someone a god damn mother fucking yankee. And it's called being a GOD DAMN PSYCHIC! I wanna see how long you'd last hearing every persons single thought. Like right now, you think it's kinda sexy that a chick is standing up against you, Morimoto. You just love being placed back in your place so much that you've been secretly crushing on Tatsuki for four years now." Oh man. Was she hot when she got angry.
The dude was pressed flat against the locker before getting a pissed off look on his face. Before she could react did his fist come up and slug her across the face. Jinxx stood her ground but the force turned her head to the side. I'm not the type of guy who just stands back and watch as another hits a girl. My slender fingers curled around the collar of his shirt and slammed him hard against the locker; lifting his feet off the ground. I ran my free hand through my hair as my eyes narrowed into a deadly glare at the teen before me. "Who do you think you are? Does hitting a girl make you feel all tough? It's sickening how you could even call yourself a man. Any guy with any sense of honor wouldn't dare lift a finger to a woman unless it was life or death. I feel disgusted that you're of the same gender as me. How weak willed are you to lose enough control to slug such a beautiful woman? Disgusting." I dropped him to the ground as I released my hold on his shirt. I then wound my fingers around Jinxx's hand before walking calmly down the hall. Once we were away from everyone did she stop dead in her tracks and tugged on my hand. I turned around to look at her.
That long blue, black, and red hair hid her face from view as she hung her head. "Arigato… Hirako-kun…" I cocked an eyebrow at her. "You didn't have to stand up for me. I'm used to it by now. I'm that freaky bitch that everyone wants to take their anger on… but still, thank you…" she let go of my hand and continued to walk forward with her back towards me. "Did you mean it?" she asked.
"Mean what?"
"That you thought I was beautiful. Did you mean it?"I blinked a few times. Did she not see herself and the seductress that she is? Self esteem issues much? But I couldn't blame her.
"Yeah, so what if I did?" shoving my hands deep into my uniform pants pockets did I march right passed her.
"You don't even know me you pervert!" that caught me off guard as she slugged me hard in the shoulder. A sadistic smile once again graced those full lips. "If you're gonna check out a girls ass make sure you don't do it so obviously!" blinking hard a few times I watched as she ran forward before spinning around to wave at me. "C'mon and hurry the hell up! I want to get this done before lunch!" hunching my shoulder I slinked slowly down the hallway after her. That tiny skirt of hers kept flipping up in the air; giving me teasing peaks of black panties. I scowled.