Ahaha! Another one started. This is the third chapter I've written today too! I'm so proud of myself Pats self on back Is it just me or does the word 'pats' look weird. Is it spelt right? Well, I hope you like this chapter. This is the one when you figure out Ichigo's new hair colour. Read on!

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Chapter Six

Rukia anxiously looked at the clock. It read 8: 30. Ichigo had still not shown up for school yet. As the teacher took attendance she noted that Ichigo was never late for school. This made Rukia worry. She watched the door of the classroom hoping he would come in unharmed. She glanced at the desk beside her, wishing Ichigo were sitting there at the moment. Her gaze shifted to the clock; 8:40. She clenched her hands together nervously. Please be ok.

Ichigo woke up with a large yawn. He rubbed his eyes and turned to see the time. It was 8:35. His school started 25 minutes ago! He leaped out of bed and almost ripped his shirt as he put it on quickly and roughly. He ran downstairs and found no one home. He assumed that his sisters were at school already and his dad was out shopping. He didn't even bother eating as he tore out the door and ran to school. Too bad he lived so far away. He was surprised when he arrived at 8:55. He ran to the office, getting weird looks thrown at him along the way. Good sign, no scoffing yet.

Rukia glanced at the clock once again. It was 9:00. She wanted to run out of class and look for him but she knew that she couldn't do that. She watched a guy run into class panting heavily. He handed a piece of paper to the teacher and was told to sit down. Rukia watched as the guy sat down in the back, like her, but further away. She saw him glance at her momentarily but look away. If he were a new student then the teacher would have introduced him. But she didn't so he was a regular student. Why hadn't she seen him the day before?

She glanced at the clock once again; 10:59. At the bell she saw Aizen walk up to the guy and lead him roughly out of the class. The 'new guy' looked oddly familiar. She was still scared that Ichigo didn't show for class but she followed this mysterious guy. Was he a friend of Aizen? She doubted it by the way he was looking at him.

She found the two outside. Aizen was pushing around this guy. He grabbed the new guy's hair and pulled it. She saw a look of displeasure wipe across the guy's face.

She over heard Aizen say, "So you decided to finally dye your hair. But that doesn't change anything. The girl is mine and if I catch you even looking at her again; I'll kill you."

She saw the guy speak softly, like it was the first time he had stuck up to a bully, "She doesn't belong to anyone."

"What?" Aizen growled, his eye twitched.

"She doesn't belong to you," the guy said with more confidence.

"How...dare...you talk back to me!" he yelled as he punched the guy. To Rukia's surprise he dodged and punched the guy in the stomach. His fighting style seemed oddly familiar. She watched as the guy fell to the ground suddenly. Aizen took the chance to try and kick the guy, but his feet were kicked out from underneath him. He fell on the ground with a thump.

The other guy stood up and looked down upon Aizen. "I'm not taking your shit anymore. I've been teased about the colour of my hair for ever since I can remember. I'm sticking up for what I believe is right. And...if you even look at my family and friends...I'll kill you!"

Rukia finally realized who the voice belonged to, "Ichigo!"

Ichigo's head turned to look at Rukia. Aizen who had taken his moment of distraction as an advantage kicked him in the stomach.

"It's on," he growled dangerously. Aizen walked off, glaring at Rukia as he walked by her. The look gave her the chills but she continued to run toward Ichigo.

"Rukia," he said softly.

"Are you alright?" she said examining him.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," he said casually. He got up, bent over a little bit. It took him a few minutes to be able to stand up straight again.

"You stuck up for yourself," she said in amazement.

"You really think I would take that shit forever?" he said shrugging his shoulders.

She hit him across the head.

"Oww, what was that for?" he yelled at her.

"Stop acting like this is nothing!" she yelled back. He was acting like he was supposed be treated like this. "You're acting like you're supposed to be treated like this!"

"Maybe I am, ok?" he said turning around.

"And why is that?" she said stubbornly putting her hands on her hips. She wasn't about to let him change the subject.

"Nevermind. It's something that happened long ago," he said starting to walk away.

"Like the death of your mother?" she said sternly. He froze. "Yes, Ichigo. I know you blame yourself. You blame yourself because people hated you for your hair. I'm not sure how she died or how long ago but I know that it wasn't your fault. I heard you and your dad fighting in the kitchen last night. I know you blame yourself because people hated you for your hair. They would start fights. Please Ichigo, don't blame yourself..."

He kept on walking. Rukia felt tears coming to her eyes. "Let's go."

She looked up and saw Ichigo waiting for her. "Where?" she sniffled.

"Well, I don't want to be here right now, so how about we go to my house. You can watch dad trying to beat me up," he suggested. He smiled when he saw her smile and nod wildly. He saw her reach into her bag and pull out the familiar Chappy.

"You're carrying that around with you?" he asked with a raised brow.

"Of course," she said, hugging it tightly. "It means a lot to me."

She watched a small smile come to his face. She smiled back happily and ran up to him. They walked off school property together. Once far enough away from school, Rukia boldly took Ichigo's hand in hers. She smiled when she felt him tighten his hold.

"By the way, black looks good on you," Rukia complimented shyly but added, "But I liked your hair better before."

Ichigo looked down at her in surprise. She liked it before? A warm smile came to his face as he looked ahead of him once more.

"Thanks," he whispered not knowing if she heard him..

"That's it," an enraged voice whispered. "He's dead..."

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Ahh, still a little short but I really like this one. Choose a flavour of Ice cream and put it on top of your cookies and milk! But you have to review first! Good things will happen if you push the little purple button below!

Eva-miko