A/N: This story is really getting on my nerves, I'm thinking about deleting it ^^

When something bugs you out, it can be really hard to let go of it. Karin had the same after her first day of school, she hated that place more and more every minute.

"That kid is something else." she muttered as she rested her face in the palm of her hand, resting her elbow on the wooden desk in front of her.

Papers lay sprawled all over it. Old notes she pulled out of her bag and boxes she had packed up when they moved.

A lot of them were either drawings she made when she was bored or notes she passed on in class. Most of them were to Hebi. Others to either Ururu or Midori.

She opened her old notebook. The red cover was covered in small messages from her friends 'Mido&Uru were here!' she read mentally.

Ururu, quit but deadly. Beside Karin, she was probably the toughest girl in her old class, that's what made Karin actually like her. She wasn't so fragile as you would expect someone her size to be, but if there was danger, she would turn into a fighting-machine.

Midori, the goofball. She was clumsy, not very good in sports and the smartest girl in class. She helped Karin with some of her school-work, that's what made them friends. She was also best friends with Yuzu, they were almost inseparable.

She held up the book, a picture dropped out of it slowly. The white corner caught her attention, and she pulled it out.

The picture showed her together with her closest friends at her birthday.

It showed, Midori smiling and holding a small banner with Hiragana for Karin sewed on it. Next to her, Ururu had her hands behind her back, a small warm smile, with that perpetual blush on her face. Her everlasting innocence was portrayed like that on almost every picture they took of her.

Next to her Jinta, Ururu's cousin, was holding her younger sister Yuzu, under his arm. He was grinning like a mad man. Yuzu had her fingers tangled and her eyes closed. She looked like Ururu sometimes,with the way she was smiling in that picture

And lastly there was Karin together with Hebi, just holding each other. He was just one or two inches taller the her and resting his forehead on hers. Karin was never happier then that very moment. Her fourteenth birthday.

A great photo, shot from the waist up, to remember all the good times.

"I'm gonna visit them. I just can't stand this place."

"How would you know that, we've been here for just 10 days." She winced at the sudden voice from behind her, the deep and masculine voice she recognized everywhere.

"I would know," she turned her head "Ichigo." she finished her sentence. He just looked down to her.

"Care to tell me why?"

She huffed, "No fuck off, I'm busy."

He furrowed his brows, "Hey now, you don't talk to your brother like that." he managed to snatch away the picture out of her hands with a quick movement.

"Hebi," he snorted "good kid. Bit of a troublemaker though."

"Give that back." she said quickly. He laughed at her and held the photograph between his middle- and forefinger.

"What's the magic word?" he teased her.

"Now." she replied angrily. He mimicked a buzzer sound, "Wrong. Guess again."

"Ichigo," she warned him, keeping her voice as low and threatening as possible.

"Okay, okay." he snickered. "Don't get your panties in a bunch." the older Kurosaki threw the picture back on the desk. "I'm gonna go. See ya."

"See ya." she muttered back as she watched him ran off to see his new friends.

"He has friends, all I have is an emo kid with white hair and his even weirder girlfriend." she sighed at her unreasonable bitching. She could find new friends if she wanted to.

"Next thing tomorrow, finding a friend." even if she was a little bit annoyed with the kids in her current class, she found herself engrossed with the white-haired kid and his weird relationship with Momo...

"I wonder if they're dating...Who knows?" she shrugged and continued her sorting of old pictures, papers and books that reminded her of her old home...Home sweet home.

"Inoue Orihime , sir.. Ma'am" the blonde girl bowed to Isshin and his wife. The couple smiled at her effort of looking like a elegant and polite young lady.

"No need to be so formal Inoue-san. We're not royalty." Masaki reassured her. Orihime stood straight right away, "Okay then."

"Please, come in." Isshin held the door open for the busty young women to enter their house. She saw two girls sitting on the couch. One with long black hair and the other with soft brown hair, worn in pigtails.

"Hello, I'm Inoue." she introduced herself. The shortest stood up and identified herself as Yuzu, Ichigo's younger sister. The one with black hair was either spaced out or she wasn't interested at all.

"Kurosaki Karin." she said in a monotone voice. She looks familiar.

"Oh, you're the one I'm looking for." she sounded rather pleased.

Karin looked up to the girl."Me, why?"

"Because Ichigo asked me to take you to Mashiba tomorrow, to see Ururu-chan."

Wait a minute...Chan?

"You know her?"

"Yes," Orihime nodded. "it's a long story though."

From the front door Yuzu heard her brother panting. He probably ran his way to his home. "Ah, I see you met Inoue."

A/N: I thought adding Inoue would be cool. So what would you like to see? IshiHime, IchiHime or something else?

I'd be happy to hear.

R&R