Disclaimer: I don't own BLEACH, won't own BLEACH and will never own BLEACH!!
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A/N: Sorry I didn't write any disclaimer last time. First time ever publishing a fanfic. Actually, it's my first time publishing anything so, sorry... :(
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Perfection
4th period...
"Pop quiz!!" Ochi-sensei's voice echoed throughout the classroom. 'Heh. Too quiet...5...4...3...2...1...'
"WHAT??" panic swarmed the class. Except for Sado (That guy barely flinched), Ishida (Of course he prepared), Orihime (She's on the top 3. Why would it matter?), Ichigo (His rank is 23rd and he couldn't care less about a stupid pop quiz) and Rukia (She stared blankly at the teacher).
"Ichigo, what's a pop quiz?" Rukia asked, eyes gleaming with curiosity. It is her first pop quiz.
"It's a quiz, that pop," Ichigo replied, not bothering to look at her.
"Ooh..." Rukia muttered, putting her index finger on her chin and tilted her head upwards. The thought of the strange reiatsu invaded her mind yet again, but Ochi-sensei's voice snapped the said thought.
"Settle down class!" Ochi-sensei said. "Now, take out your pencil and eraser," The student did as she said and fidgeted with their finger, waiting with their paper that will determine their so-called-destiny.
The students got their exam paper and started working on it immediately. About 30 minutes later, Ochi-sensei collected all of the quizzes and started grading them. While she was doing that, she gave her students some free time.
Whack!
"What the he--" Ichigo said, turning his upper body 180 degrees just to see a certain dark-haired shinigami fuming, a huge dictionary on her hand. As expected, she was giving him her death glare, which dropped the temperature around her by 10 degrees Celsius. "You said the test will pop!"
"And I thought that you were smart enough to know that it wouldn't," Ichigo said with his usual scowl. "Oh wait, I didn't," he continued, grinning from ear to ear like a maniac.
"Dammit you idiot!" Rukia yelled furiously, whacking his head with her beloved dictionary.
"Gah! Stop it midget!" Ichigo yelled back, blocking any possible fatal injury the petite shinigami might inflict.
"Why should I? I'm just waiting for my quiz to 'pop' in front of me!" Rukia yelled even louder, catching everyone's attention in the class excluding Ochi-sensei, who was busy grading.
"Oi, midget!" Ichigo whispered this time, still blocking the hits. "You do know that everyone is staring at us, right?" he whispered even louder.
"Oh..." Her hitting came to a stop and she started looking around. "Ara...minna...this isn't what it looks like..." she continued while laughing awkwardly.
"You mean, it doesn't look like you're hitting me like a barbaric gorilla with a stone club?"
Rukia laughed awkwardly, "Ahahahahaha...Kurosaki-san," she said gripping his left shoulder, "What ever are you talking about?" she gripped his shoulder even tighter.
"Fine, fine," Ichigo mumbled, pushing her hand off his left shoulder. "There's nothing to see here...minna..." he continued, mimicking Rukia's fake schoolgirl's accent at the word 'minna'. He glared at his partner in crime who gladly glared back.
"I'm done everyone! Now, gather around my desk to wait for me to call your name!" Ochi-sensei commanded her students. The students started rushing crazily to her desk after that.
'I owe a big one to Ochi-sensei.' Ichigo thought, feeling relieved that all attention wasn't on him anymore.
"Kurosaki!" Ochi-sensei called. Ichigo walked over to her desk to get his test back and calmly walked back to his seat. He opened the test which was neatly folded into half and a smirked found its way to his face as he saw his score.
"Ichigo! What did you get" Keigo said in a singing tune and grabbed the carrot-top's shoulder from the back as he peek at his test. It says...
Name: Kurosaki Ichigo
Score:89
"Strawberry! How could you betray us!" Keigo yelled over dramatically, turning Ichigo's head 110 degrees to the left. A crack was heard.
Correction. Two crack was heard.
"Ouch! Don't b reak my skull Ichigo! No!" Keigo yelled as he ran in random directions. Ichigo didn't bother to go after him so he just sigh as he went back to his seat and sat there with nothing to do but wait. He glanced to his right side and found the raven-haired shinigami sighing heavily as she stares into her test. Ichigo got up and put both his hands to the upper corners of the back of Rukia's chair quietly. He took a peek at her test and it says...
Name: Kuchiki Rukia
Score: 65
Ichigo snickered. The Kuchiki Rukia was actually depressed because of her test score? Everyone knows that Japanese isn't her best subject but does she have to act this melancholy?
Rukia noticed a snicker coming from behind her. She tilted her head upwards enough to see a certain snickering orange-head teen staring right into her test. She pushed her test into her bag immediately and knocked off his right hand on the corner of her chair, causing him to lose his balance (he was depending on his arms way too much) and hit his chin on her head.
"Ouch! What did you do that for?" Rukia yelled, rubbing the sore part of her head.
"You're the one that knocked my hand off the chair!" Ichigo yelled back.
"But you're the one that put your hands on my chair!"
"It's not you're chair, it's the school's!"
"So? I'm sitting in it and as far as I'm concerned, this is my chair!"
"Who cares about your concerns?"
"Everyone does! Well, everyone who is sane that is, ne, minna?" Rukia flashed her goddess smile to the rushing crowd. Apparently, the said crowd haven't got their test back. The crowd stopped and said, "Yes, Kuchiki-san!" in unison, then went back to their rushing.
"See? They stopped their rushing for me." Rukia said, grinning with victory.
"Whatever, midget," Ichigo sat back on his chair and started to doze off. Rukia, who was giving him a death glare, slowly look the other way, sighing sadly as she stare at her bag which contain a certain paper of so-called-destiny. A sound from her cellphone broke her train of thoughts.
Beep...Beep...Beep...BEEP!
"Ichigo, hollow!" Rukia said, suddenly stood up from her chair.
"Yeah, yeah..." Ichigo mumbled, taking his shinigami representative badge and pushed it into himself as Rukia ate a soul candy.
"Ichigo?" Rukia asked as she jumped through one of the classroom window.
"Yeah?" Ichigo followed the dark-haired shinigami and jumped through the same window.
"Why don't you use Kon?"
They both landed safely on the ground. "Because I don't know where the hell he is!" They started running towards the direction of the hollow.
"But you know, you should take care of your body."
"Why?"
"Because people will thought that you're dead in there."
Ichigo swore as a sudden realization hit him.
"Don't worry, I already ordered Chappy to take care of it."
"Damn! Her again??"
"Ichigo! Don't talk like that about Chappy! She's a good soul candy! And besides--"
An inhuman scream interrupted her. They both started running even faster. They arrived in record time just to look at an ugly hollow with a pig-faced mask and big limbs with spikes sticking out of both its elbows. Its skin is the color of vermilion with a grey stripe running down the middle of its back.
"Heh. Guess today is my lucky day. To be able to eat two shinigamis that is!" the said hollow shrieked.
"Don't push your luck, pig-face!" Ichigo said, gripping Zangetsu as it unwrapped itself from its bandage. He jumped up and sliced the hollow's arm completely. Blood spurted everywhere.
The hollow screamed, holding the right side of his shoulder, where its arm were supposed to be.
"Che. Too easy," Ichigo mumbled.
"Heh," The hollow smirked. "Do you really think that I would go down that easily?"
Rukia's head jerked up as she sensed a strange reiatsu flowing from the hollow. 'What is this strange reiatsu?' she thought. It was similar, in a way to the strange reiatsu she had sensed before, but it was also different. It's... weaker.
"Yeah," Ichigo said as he sliced the hollow in half. He put Zangetsu on his back as the hollow evaporated into thin air. "Oi! Rukia! Let's go back to school before that stupid soul candy of yours breaks all the bones in my body!" Ichigo yelled as he jerked his head slightly to the direction of the school.
Rukia broke away from her trance and quickly said, "Y-Yes!". She passed Ichigo and started running back towards the school even faster. But she stopped when she felt a jerking on her wrist. She looked back and realize it was Ichigo.
"You OK?" he asked.
"Y-Yeah! I'm fine! I was just thinking for a bit, nothing much," Rukia pulled her hand out of Ichigo's grip. "Let's just go."
"If you said so." Ichigo shrugged.
They made their way back to their class and luckily, no one thought Ichigo was dead.
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A/N: Finally! It took me ages writing this. I'm very sorry if there's some -or lots of- grammar mistake in this chapter. I'm not very good with my grammar as I just started learning how to make proper sentences 2 years ago...(Bang own head on the desk) Anyway, reviews are welcome and so is critiques :)