Discaimer: I do not own Bleach, it belongs to Tite Kubo

A/N: Thanks to everyone that has commented with some pairing ideas~ I sort of thought of one I'd love to try with Ulquiorra that wasn't in the comments, and lulzy. I apologize about the long wait this has been, I've just been stressed with schools and now that I'm graduating in two days…..and going on vacation….and driving home*screams* oh gods…!

Needless to say, I've been stressing out about getting some contest entries in and putting up chapters for you guys, as well as keeping my own sanity~

I'm thinking of putting Vizard into this, but I'm not sure where they'd fit just because of their ages…Shinji can be in school, but he could be a teacher. Hayori is too young, and the others are too old…Meehh…

I got a few more teachers picked out though, if you got any characters haven't introduced (and are commonly left out. Captains obviously wouldn't be left out unless I choose not to use them) that you'd like in here, comment =O

I'll also ask if anyone likes the title o.o I have not read the play Othello, and only think of the game. Is hovercraft good enough? XP

BTW: The important Vice captains will be in here. Unimportant ones are the ones I can't remember names of XP

Fraccion and Numeros will also appear (obviously).

Warnings: Swearing mostly.

Chapter Two

Alter Ego

Ishida Uryuu, honor student and top classman for three years running, entered his next period classroom. He adjusted his glasses, covering his deep navy eyes that seemed as cold as the sea. He would be able to handle the new additions to the high school, considering he was an addition too. He was an average sized sophomore with dark hair and thin physique, and kept his jacket collar up to conceal more of his pale skin.

Consequently, this course was one of his favorite courses: Chemistry. Ishida always had a love of sciences and mathematics for whatever reason; he'd never fall asleep in them (like a few people were doing when he walked in). He loved it so much he was taking a senior Chemistry class, as well as an AP Trigonometry class later in the day. Surprisingly, most of the students were wearing white. Ishida and a couple others in the back of the room were in black, a tattooed boy with black hair and a bald boy, but they didn't seem to be happy to be in the class at all.

He took one of the only seats available—the one directly in front of the podium. A man in white next to him was twirling a pen in one hand, looking up at the board behind white frames. Ishida was only distracted for a few seconds by the twirling pen, and then more so at the student himself. He looked more like a college student than a high schooler, even for a senior. And that hair—it looked like he fell in a vat of bubblegum! Of course, Ishida was against gossiping or thinking poorly of others based on looks but Jesus, how could you miss that? He was starting to think that there were no hair dye penalties in the former Las Noches.

He only realized he was staring when pale fingers snapped in his face. Ishida jumped, leaning back and blinking rapidly as the bubblegum boy narrowed his honey colored eyes, raising an eyebrow.

"Likin' what you're seeing or something?" It took a couple seconds for Ishida to even comprehend his words and his cheeks turned the same color as the other's hair. He glared.

"Absolutely not, I was…reading that poster." He glanced behind the man. Of course, the poster had to be one with as few words as possible and a kitten hanging off a tree branch. Hang in there!

The bubblegum-haired guy snickered, sitting back into his own desk casually, but proper at the same time. Ishida didn't even realize how that'd be possible, but he sure pulled it off.

"How did a sophomore such as yourself manage to get themselves into a senior class, or did you stare into space and signed up for the wrong grade?" His grin grew wider and severe. Ishida's eyes narrowed more, hiding the navy color further.

"I did not; I'm taking this class because I've completed my last two years already."

"Ah, surprising. Wish I was such an overachiever…but I'd rather tower above my peers in grade standings rather than become equal with others."

"Whatever you prefer." Ishida looked back to his notebook he'd withdrawn while the other man was examining his situation. He felt amber eyes on him for a moment longer before an odd man in a black lab coat with short blue hair and golden eyes came to the podium in front of Uryuu. He smacked a ruler on the wooden surface and the Hueco students all looked up, scowling.

"Good morning, students. This is Chemistry. If you aren't supposed to be in here get out," his voice was just as strange as his appearance, raspy and high pitched. The two boys wearing black got up and the teacher pointed a ruler at them. "Sit down, Hisagi and Madarame! Don't think that'll work again!"

"C'mon Kurotsuchi, ain't you sick of us yet?" The bald one put his hands in his pockets.

"Considering you could not graduate last year because you failed to receive this credit, it's in your best interest to sit down and pass, because I don't want to see you in here again! And that's Sensei to you two!"

Uryuu couldn't help but watch the banter by turning in his seat, raising an eyebrow at the two troublemaking Karakura students. He almost let a gasp escape him as a ruler smacked the front of his desk, making him face forwards right into the gold eyes of the teacher.

"Board is this way, sophomore." Uryuu cleared his throat a little and gave a nod.

"Yes, sensei."

"Good. Kurotsuchi-sensei is what you little inklings will call me, and I will not accept anything else—"

"Kuro-kun!" A dirty blond man stuck his head into the room, getting a box of markers thrown at the door he escaped behind. Uryuu heard laughing in the hall and assumed the man had to pick up the hat that flew off his head.

"Ignore that fool. If he shows up again, pour acid into his eyes. Let us begin by getting to a lab station with a partner." Uryuu held back a shiver at the calmness of the suggestion. He stood from his seat as the others did; Hueco's pairing up together as easily as Hisagi and Madarame. Uryuu looked around for any other students, then remembered he was the only sophomore, and didn't know anyone. He glanced over to the much taller pink-haired boy, who smirked.

"Being picked last is common for a fool like you, isn't it?"

"Be quiet." He glanced around, all tables filled and no one left over. Kurotsuchi had set up his class numbers perfectly, and apparently didn't care about attendance either.

"Ah, defensive are we? How intriguing…"

"Hardly, as long as we don't pour acid into each other's eyes we can make this work, for now," he sat at the open lab table, the pink haired one sitting on the other spot to his right and tapped his chin. "So what's your name?"

"Isn't it proper etiquette to introduce yourself first? But don't, I don't really feel the need to know your name." Pinky spun a SEPUP tray in front of himself, starting the experiment Kurotsuchi was writing away furiously on the board. Uryuu glared, not enjoying his company anymore he just adjusted his glasses, as a nervous habit to suppress some building rage. He got their text book and other equipment; both seemed to be in a silent competition to who could finish their experiment first. Uryuu worked quickly, while the other was more intricate and precise, still accomplishing the same only slightly behind Ishida's speed. The two finished at the same moment, setting a test tube onto a burner.

"I win." The pink haired one grinned, making Ishida glare.

"We tied, aren't your glasses supposed to aid your blindness?" Now the other frowned, turning away and had his elbows on the table.

"Aren't yours?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I do believe you added hydrogen dioxide instead of water…"

Ishida stared before turning to his test tube, which started to bubble and foam all over the burner, making sizzling and crackling noises. Uryuu panicked, turning the burner off and pulling the tube away with the tongs quickly, dropping it onto the floor and shattering the foamy mess all over the clean tiles. Pinky started to chuckle a little under his breath, but the rest of the classroom went silent. Ishida sighed, looking up and jumped back, having a leering face of Kurotsuchi's a little too close to his own.

"Detention."

"But, sensei—"

"Detention. And Grantz, you may accompany him."

The pink haired man almost choked on an intake of air. "Why, Kurotsuchi-sensei? I had nothing to do with his mistake!"

"Because this is a battlefield, and you do not leave your team behind because of a nerdy competitive complex."

"Look, I can set this shit on fire!"

"Hisagi!"

Ishida had never had detention, and hoped to some god that he wouldn't experience it again with the Hueco and hooligans.

Kurosaki left Health class, finally getting Nnoitra off his heels. He didn't leave quietly, however, still in the middle of a rant/bitch session and ruffled Ichigo's hair before scampering away. Ichigo hoped he tripped over those clown shoes; they certainly weren't fashionable, and he knew jack shit about fashion.

He started to wonder if the Hueco's vulgarity was rubbing off on him.

Starting towards his second class, he looked over the schedule to find the room number. Of course, it had to be on the other end of the school and on the top floor. He sighed, heading to the flight of stairs at the end of the hallway. Once turning the corner he ran into a shorter male with navy hair, who proceeded to drop his chemistry notes.

"Shit, I'm sorry man." Ichigo started collecting them, as did the other boy.

"It's fine; at least it was an accident." He took the papers from Ichigo with thanks and put them more firmly in his grasp. Ichigo went to get back to his standing position when he was shoved, having to catch himself on a hand to stop from 1) falling onto his face and shattering his nose or 2) tumbling down the stairs into the basement. He growled, hearing a satisfied laugh behind him.

"Fuck you, Grimmjow." He got up firmly. The shorter and smaller Karakura student looked between them before he headed towards his next class, unwilling to get involved. The feral Hueco just gave a toothy smirk.

"Well I thought I'd help you bend over for yer geeky boyfriend there."

"Well thanks." Ichigo scorned, sarcasm dripping off his tongue as he headed upstairs. He looked over his shoulder, seeing the bluenet staring at him for a while longer before retreating down into the basement. The strawberry raised an eyebrow, curiously wondering what class he could be taking, and promptly made himself lose that thought in favor of running up flights of stairs so he wasn't late.

All the way up the stairs he kept thinking about what the punk had said…bend him over? Really? Sure, he'd been knelt over but it was to help that geek pick up his stuff. He didn't even know the guy, and he seemed sort of smug anyways…and he had a bunch of notes. He was sort of worried for when he would have to take chemistry his junior or senior year.

He almost ran into yet another person…he should start learning to watch where he was going. This person he did recognize.

"Sorry…Ulquiorra-sempai." He hesitated to say his name, since they weren't properly introduced. He did however have no doubt that he was an upperclassman.

"Kurosaki-san. Apologies aren't required, be thankful I were not Jaeger-kun."

"Jaeger?"

"Jaeger Jaquez is Grimmjow-kun's surname." Ichigo was slightly curious on how he'd put such an ending on Grimmjow's name after he'd almost beat him into the window, but figured it was just the shorter emo being polite. He did let the thought cross in his mind

"Right, that's a good thing. I need to go to class though, don't get beat up."

"My regards to you as well." He leisurely continued downstairs, while Ichigo sprinted up.

When he reached the top floor he was short of breath. Curse stairs, they will pay one day. He speed-walked down the hallway to get to the other end, hoping he wouldn't be late for Algebra. He'd weaseled out of Geometry by taking an informal class after school in ninth grade, collecting enough time in the curriculum to receive the credit. Case in point: A sophomore in a junior class. Grade hopping was common in this place.

He entered the classroom just as the bell chimed, breathing a sigh of relief. He didn't even glance around to see the room's occupants, instead just finding the first empty seat in front row by the door. Sighing, he put his backpack next to his desk. A man about Ichigo's height, or a little taller, wearing a green and white hat and black robes that were pretty loosely fitting, sat at the front desk

"Morning, class!" He announced quite loudly, "Isn't it hot in here? Pff…make the rooms bigger and don't cool the darn things…Oh well!" He pulled out a paper fan, waving it in front of his face. "Anyways, I don't wanna teach today, so, let's just hang out. I like playing competitive games by the way, if you think of anything ridiculous." He tossed a small foam basketball in his hand, propping his sandaled feet up.

Ichigo raised an eyebrow at the weird teacher, but was definitely okay with not having any work on the first day. The name plate on the front of the teacher's desk read "Urahara" in red lettering.

The other students took the chance to move around and talk with people they knew. Ichigo glanced around a little for anyone he may at least have familiarity with, but came up short. The class seemed evenly divided between those in black and white uniforms, and it showed as the Hueco and Karakura students sat on other sides of the room to "hang out".

Within five minutes, Ichigo was officially bored. Since it was second period he had no homework to do, and he didn't want to make friends with anyone that was already busy talking to their own friends. He sighed, casually glancing around the room as he started to zone out. The class was full of posters with mathematical jokes on them, and also students. The only free desk was on Ichigo's right, the second closest to the door. Speaking of the door, it opened, and Ichigo's jaw dropped.

Holding a paper boat full of breakfast, Grimmjow Jaeger Jaquez pushed the math room's door open with his foot. He had the fork in his mouth, and was probably eating a caramel roll based on the mess in the container. Urahara glanced over from playing catch with his foam ball, taking a clipboard and making a checking motion on it for his roll call.

"Thanks for joining us Jaggy, take a seat and take your time having breakfast." Oh, so he went to the basement to get breakfast? Seemed like a waste to Ichigo, but he didn't have much time to think of it as he recalled the only empty seat left was—

"Mornin', Berry," he smirked, sitting ungracefully into the creaky desk, twirling his fork. "How's my favorite bitch-of-the-day?"

"You'd know enough about bitches, since you are one." Ichigo retorted, not fully expecting how the violent Hueco student would respond—which wasn't well.

"Why you little-" He was cut off by a tiny basketball striking his spiky blue head, bouncing away and back around Urahara's desk.

"Whoopsie!" The hatter snickered, using a cane to hit the ball and bounce it back up within grabbing distance. Where the hell did that cane come from? Never mind it.

Grimmjow snarled at the teacher, obviously contemplating an attack but acted no further on it. He continued eating his caramel roll, not speaking to Ichigo while doing so (thank goodness). Ichigo figured now would be a great time to get distracted and pulled out his maroon notebook. He'd intended it to be one for taking excessive notes (he guessed English) but flipped to the last page in it and started to doodle. Kurosaki was no artist, but to pass time, it would suffice. For a moment, at least.

"Oi, Berry, quit drawin' porn." The Hueco's voice shattered his concentration on his drawing. Ichigo became irritated and glared up at the blue-haired man that was dangerously close to his desk, having leaned over to observe and knew very well that was not what the younger had been drawing. Ichigo frowned, putting his arm around the side so Grimmjow couldn't see his drawings of bunnies and bears. His sisters liked furry things and that was all he knew how to draw. Grimmjow seemed to notice this, grinning like a jackass.

"Learn that from yer girlfriend, Berry? Oh wait, you probably ain't got one." He added in after a moment of thought. Ichigo frowned but didn't look up, not wanting to give the blue mascara-wearing Hueco the satisfaction.

"My sisters, Jaeger Jaquez."

"Eh, a bitch is a bitch, Ichi." He waved it off, leaning back against the arm bar of the desk, his legs stretched up under Ichigo's desk. Ichigo was getting annoyed now, curious to why the vicious Hueco would bother…small talk? Could he even call it that? Either way, he didn't like the punk insulting his sisters.

"This brings me to my previous statement about your knowledge of bitches, so I won't bring it up again." He huffed, closing his notebook and putting it back into his bag. Grimmjow seemed to be seething like a cat, but didn't pounce.

"Well excuse fu…-dging me," he muttered the last bit, seeing a basketball bounce in his direction. He also mumbled about some non-observant person, and Ichigo could only guess who. "Maybe I wanted to talk 'bout something. Take it as a compliment that I'd ever talk to a sophomore like you, Berry."

"I'm honored." Ichigo rolled his eyes, taking out a calculator instead and started typing on it. Ah, Texas Instruments with their built-in games and ability to make Christmas trees from slashes. Grimmjow didn't seem too amused, doing the rubber pencil trick while still being in his (apparently) comfortable position. It did not take long, however, for the amusement to cease and the blue haired rebel needed new entertainment.

"Can you play games on that thing?" He leaned over again to see the calculator Ichigo was using. As he asked, Kurosaki nodded, busy with a game similar to Tetris. The Hueco junior frowned, trying to see the screen as best as he could by just taking the game from Ichigo's hands.

"Hey!" Ichigo blinked, glaring over at the older student that was looking over the device.

"Looks dumb… can I play it?" Grimmjow held it up so Ichigo could see he didn't claw out the screen or something. The strawberry blonde sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Takes one to know one, I guess. Fine, you can," he decided to offer this up as a truce, even if it were temporary. Grimmjow grinned, pressing buttons on the small pads of the keyboard, cursing quietly when he made a mistake. Ichigo grinned, almost taking satisfaction in the bluenet's problems. With a huff, the panther of a young man handed the game back to Kurosaki, pixilated letters reading "GAME OVER" plastering its screen. "Heh, you suck." Ichigo couldn't resist teasing the pouting teenager, who flipped him the bird under the cover of his jacket.

"Like to see you try, ginger. Yer the one I took it from."

"So, that means you took it in the middle of my game, so you set yourself up for failure."

"Whatever! Give it," he muttered, snatching the instrument back from Ichigo. "I'll try again and kick your high score's ass." He started pressing buttons madly, playing Tetris hardcore. Ichigo snickered, just watching the blue haired Hueco struggle with getting to level two. He started to think—did this make him and Grimmjow…friends?

"Hey dumbfuck, level two!"

Well, if that was a term of endearment…

"Congratulations, assface." Ichigo retorted sarcastically, and was returned with a look of surprise from the other. Did Jeager Jaquez not expect him to give such a response? Still, Kurosaki started to chuckle under his breath so that the class wouldn't draw their attention towards him. Grimmjow's expression stayed the same before dropping like a cat getting water sprayed on it.

"What're you laughin' at, dipshit?" He added the last insult quickly, determined to not be outshined. Ichigo grinned, clicking his pen methodically.

"Your face, fucktard." And the face went back to one of surprise, and Ichigo snickered again. Grimmjow once more frowned, handing the calculator back to the red head.

"Yer weird," he crossed his arms, leaning further back into his chair. "And don't say 'It takes one to know one' like you have before." He added just as quickly as the insult from before. Ichigo shrugged, still having a grin on his face.

"Fine, I won't. You know I was gonna anyways," Ichigo stretched in his seat a little, yawning as he did. He caught Grimmjow's eye a second later, and he turned back to face the lounging punk. "So, are you and Ulquiorra friends?" Grimmjow raised an eyebrow, not looking as surprised but more his normal irritated composure.

"Where the hell did that come from?"

"I was just wondering. I saw him in the hall after you 'helped me out' in the stairwell." Ichigo did air quotes to make sure Grimmjow noticed his sarcasm. The bluenet got a toothy predatory smirk again.

"Yer welcome. I guess you could say we're friends."

"So you beat up all your friends?" Ichigo pressed further, making the teeth of the tiger fade slightly.

"What's yer point? I can beat that bitch up anyways."

"Just because you can doesn't mean you should…" Ichigo pondered and looked back up into the aqua orbs of the junior. "Right? Yer just a violent alpha male."

"What am I, a dog?" He growled, sitting up straight. "And since when are you a pharmacist?"

"Psychiatrist. And my dad is a doctor."

"Whatever! I don't need a shrink. I'll beat up that little fucker if I feel like it!" He snarled, and a foam basketball smacked him on the side of the head. "That's it!" He got up from the desk with a loud screech of metal on tile, pushing Ichigo's desk back in the process. He picked up the basketball and threw it back at the lazy teacher. The two proceeded to try breaking the other's face with the ball, Grimmjow swearing and Urahara laughing throughout the whole ordeal.

Twenty minutes later, Algebra ended with Urahara lightly scolding Grimmjow's behavior and giving him a slap on the wrist. The alpha male muttered a 'yes sir' while slinking out of the room, bag over his shoulder and hands in his pockets. Ichigo pulled his bag on over his head and headed out before Grimmjow. When he got out of the room and waited to get past a group of sophomore girls, he felt a sharp punch on his shoulder.

"Ouch!" He looked back to see a falsely innocent Jeager Jaquez face. "Jeager, you douche." He rubbed his shoulder. It didn't hurt too badly; he hated to admit that his friend Tatsuki had probably hurt him during karate more than the punch did.

"Watch where yer going, Berry." He smirked, heading towards a stairwell at the end of the hall away from the clusterfuck of the main set.

"You watch it. Don't punch me like you do Ulquiorra."

"Hmmph, maybe I like to abuse my friends," Ichigo faltered his steps next to Grimmjow slightly. Friends?

Grimmjow must have realized what he said and scoffed, loudly. "Like Ulquiorra, not little squashmore piles like you." He adjusted his bag and slid down the stair banister, carrying on quickly. Kurosaki frowned; did that mean Grimmjow was his friend now? He tossed the thought away quickly and headed to the second floor for his next class.

"Oi, Strawberry!" The voice broke his reciprocated thoughts of a new violent friend as he saw Renji heading up the stairs. "Where ya headed?" The red headed one gave a smile. Ichigo did the same back, looking over his schedule and giving Abarai a nudge.

"Dude, you know I have English with you next."

"Yeah well, maybe I wanted to walk my favorite girl to his next class!" Renji laughed as he got another hard nudge in the side.

"I take it that means you found some chick to stalk and it's not even noon yet?" Ichigo asked, heading down to second floor with his classmate. Renji shrugged, having his hands behind his head as he walked.

"Eh, well there are a few broads with nice racks, but for sophomores they're pretty ditzy."

"I think that's normal, you know. If the guys from Hueco are so violent I'd think the girls would be as violent or just flighty." Ichigo replied, yawning when his taller friend looked down at him.

"What, you know some of them? Like that tall freakoid from this morning?" Ichigo bit his lip, contemplating.

"Well, Jiruga…I don't know what to think of him yet. I think he likes just annoying me so I deal with it. And there's this other guy, Ulquiorra who's sort of…weird. Grimmjow and I should be on better terms now…"

"Grimmjow? That blue-haired punk?" Renji huffed, heading down the English hallway. "How are you on better terms, he looked ready to throw you to the wolves."

"Yeah well, we have Algebra together."

"Mister smart pants."

"Shut up, I told you to take summer class with me…anyways, we were talking. Granted not all of it was polite but I guess he won't beat me up in the parking lot after school."

"That's what he wants you to think!" Renji smirked, putting his hands in his pockets as they approached their classroom. Ichigo rolled his eyes and shook his head, but the thought did cross his mind for a moment. Walking into the sophomore English room wasn't the most joyous occasion. Unlike most rooms that had silly motivational posters on it, this one was white and bare, the walls having bookshelves against them and lamps, not much else. Ichigo's eyes darted through the room and got bored quickly, following his long red-haired friend to the back of the room to take the last two seats available there.

The two seats in front of their rows were occupied by a pair of girls in white—one with short blond hair over her eye and a girl in black pigtails, her bangs covering the opposite side. Needless to say, their uniforms were not properly tended to, only about half the buttons on the front actually being put to use to keep school security at bay. Not that Ichigo was looking; he was more so surprised to see that Renji wasn't looking either. Apparently they didn't have the best 'racks' in his terminology. To Ichigo's and the black haired girl's left was a smaller boy that looked more like a freshman than a sophomore, having short bowl shaped black hair. The girl's seemed to enjoy teasing someone as if they weren't there, this someone being the smaller male.

Renji paid no attention, instead directing it to the tall professor behind a podium at the front. His black suit was neat and tidy, adding a notch on the teacher dress code that could only be matched by the principal (as Ichigo could only imagine). Abarai gulped, recognizing this as their freshman friend Rukia's older brother, and they did look alike. He had long, silky black hair with some graying parts on his bangs. He didn't look old, and their boys could only think it was caused by stress, not age. The elder Kuchiki stood poised and ready until the bell rang. His full classroom was chattering quietly (more specifically, the girls in the back of his room were talking while thinking they were whispering, which they certainly weren't since Ichigo did not want to hear about their probation stories). Once the alarm bell sounded, he drummed his fingers, the quiet noise even managing to silence the girls to look forward at their English teacher. He didn't smile, keeping a stoic, almost tired expression on his features the whole while.

"Good Morning class. My name is Byakuya Kuchiki, and you may not refer to me in anything other than 'Sensei'. I've heard Kuchiki, Doc, Kuya, and Nazi before, so do not make me add to the suspension list. Now, go retrieve a textbook from that back left bookshelf and put your name in it, and bring it to class everyday like it is your survival package. Because it is." He straightened his jacket as students started to the back to get the books. Unlike most text books, these ones looked new even though they were over five years old, and Ichigo assumed it was because of Sensei's cruel instruction.

Ichigo managed to get himself a nicely bound, insanely heavy book, since he and Renji were the closest to the bookshelf. On the way to sit back in their desks, they happened to notice the pair of Hueco girls jabbing their books into the small Karakura boy's stomach, knocking the wind out of him. He simply sighed, getting a book he was able to reach before returning to his seat. Ichigo rolled his eyes, looking over at Abarai and hoping for some look of agreement, but came up short. His friend was busy writing his name, and for some reason was either taking his time, or pretending he still was writing while looking up at their tall teacher.

"Turn to page 117, we will begin our lesson on early American poetry today and you will have a homework assignment due tomorrow." Said teacher announced, no inflection in his tone as the pages of books started to turn. Not to Kurosaki's surprise, the girls were muttering some things to each other while doing so, but he was able to tell that Kuchiki was not so unobservant.

"Menoly, if you would read this poem by this Irish-American poet. And do not forget to add correct dialect." Sensei said, making the black haired girl look up and grimace at him. Ichigo looked down at the page to see a very heavy-in-dialect poem that he could not even interpret, snickering to himself under his breath. Karma was a bitch.

"Sensei, like...I don't think so. It's not even in English." She said between chewing her bubblegum that reeked of a cinnamon scent.

"I assure you, it is in English. This is not German class." Kuchiki retorted, not the slightest hint of amusement in his voice. Menoly frowned, blowing a bubble with her gum while glowering at the tall administrator, giving clear indication that she was not going to attempt reciting the literature, English or not.

Kuchiki shook his head, barely shifting one of his locks of hair out of place. He perused a sheet of paper that Ichigo would assume to be their class list.

"Abarai, care to assist the class, or will we just not discuss the poem and give you the assignment now?" Kurosaki's eyes shifted over to his friend, who was leaning on his elbows on the desk, looking up at the teacher. He was quiet but sighed, looking over the line before starting to read it, having to pause several times. The girls snickered to themselves, as did the whole class since the words were so old and the dialect was so strong. By the end of the twenty-some line poem, Renji's face was the color of his hair and Byakuya had walked to the back of the room to straighten an askew line of the books. The class settled, and Renji jumped in his seat slightly as Kuchiki gave him a pat on the shoulder.

"Well done. Now, in line 5, what is the speaker trying to convey?" He looked over Renji's shoulder to see the book before heading back through the aisle to his podium. Ichigo grinned as he saw his friend sinking in his seat, crossing his arms. Kurosaki mouthed the words 'Well done' to him and got a silly expression from Renji.

Maybe even in the class they couldn't fuck around in, they would be able to keep each other entertained. Whether Kuchiki meant to or not, he said some amusing things with a straight face, and Ichigo would enjoy seeing him losing his temper with the Hueco girls. He did agree with Rukia that he was a hardass, though.

Oh, and after that—he made it perfectly clear, in English, that there was no gum allowed in his class room by popping Menoly's, and her friend Loly's, bubbles with a ballpoint pen. The room smelled like cinnamon and strawberries for the rest of the hour.

A/N: Sorry this took sooooo long. Most of it, like my Pokémon fic, was written in a car drive (in the dark…pffft). So thank you everyone for the favorites and alerts. Please leave me comments and feedback! If I get enough reviews and whatnot over the summer I will be able to update more often (no school yay!).

If you couldn't tell…Renji's got his eyes on Byakuya's rack XD and I have a plan for a few chapters on. SO PLEASE COMMENT IF YOU WOULD LIKE CHAPTER THREE TO START WITH: Ishida OR Histugaya!

I don't know if I will fit them both into the same one, but I have something for Ichigo planned as well ;) this is the first day of school, so it'll last about 1-2 more chapters and then I will do some time skippies. (which is why I want to hold off on the Ichigo idea until I get those two done first.)

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed! Remember to comment, mwahaha