OPENING NOTE: Hey guys! -Waves- Once I get the introductions out of the way, the story will be longer. I'm sorry it's so short, it's long on my paper, but when I type it, it's sooo short!!!!!

See chapter One for disclaimer

The Music or the Misery

Ichigo Kurosaki was THE MOST lonely person since his mother died...at least that's what everybody else said. If he really cared about what they thought though, his hair wouldn't be so...orange.

He had his band, which was the same group of friends he'd had since he was six. Ten years was a good friendship, don'tcha think? He wasn't lonely, he was sure of that much.

Girls were a different story. Seriously, what was wrong with them? Mostly all girls were preppy, and happy to be there for you- for two minutes. Most, no ALL of the girls he had ever dated had the attention span of a hyper dog and were about as smart as a boulder.

Sure! They were beautiful...but looks were less than five percent of why he picked a girl. Three out of every five girls on earth are lying gold diggers, he learned that the hard way.

He went to an academy for performing arts. Drama, singing, dancing, playing an instrument, or painting and stuff...this school had about everything that had to do with creativity and self expression.

Not one to be very social, he sat himself atop a ledge in the garden to read while he had time off of school. Footsteps came from behind him and he brushed them off. A little bit later he heard a soft giggling sound, now completely interested he perked his head up to see what was there.

A girl with porcelain skin, and raven hair stood with her back slightly to him. At first glance, she looked cute. At second glance he looked a little closer, and changed his mind from cute, to extremely beautiful...and kind of innocent looking. Not to mention she had enough chains to hold down Tokyo.

Then at third glance, he finally saw it; hurt...pain. This time, she looked different, so incredibly fragile that he felt if he looked at her too long, he would break her. So as she walked away he peeked at his watch. Noon. Time to meet his band for practice.

END NOTE: YAY!!!! I already like this one! The following chapter marks the actual story telling, if you will. (Another smart phrase taken from my friend) These were just uh...pre-chapters, since they are so short!!!! TEE HEE! OH! And I know how I'm gonna sign stuff now! YAY!!! GO SQUAD 13!!!!!

Arina Kusajishi -Of 13 Division-