This one would eventually grow to a Renji story, but the beginning doesn't really seem it.
Ah yes, another new chance to tell someone else's story. Hey!
Chishiki Narau bluntly shoved the Narrator out of the way. "What if I wanna tell my own story? Huh?"
Then go get your own story...
Completely ignoring the Narrators grumbling, Narau turned to the audience. "My story is a bit different from the other ones the Narrator has...um, narrated...Well, my story is one of great tragedy, moving on with life, seeing people in a different light, falling in love again, coming to peace with the past, and, maybe, finally finding my own happily ever after."
There is such a thing as saving something to surprise the audience...
"Eh, I was vague enough..." The brunette mumbled, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Dammit!" The young brunette cursed, chasing after the small ball she had dropped. It was Narau's first day actually living in Karakura Town and she was on her way to see her older sister and her family and had decided to bring a present for her nephew. But currently that present was rolling down the street, away from where she was actually heading. "Fucking toy..."
Just then an orange haired passer-byer stopped and picked up the small ball. "Is this yours?" He asked, holding it out to the frazzled woman.
She smiled brightly at him. "Ah, yes, thank you, kid!"
"Who are you calling kid." He muttered, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
"Huh, well that's all I can call you since I don't know your name, kid." She grinned, turning heel and walking away. "Thanks for your help though! I hope to see you again, kid..."
And with hat she left him standing in the middle of the street watching her walk away.
"Hmm, I wonder who that could have been..." Narau rolled her eyes.
Who knows? Who knows...
Casually making her way through the crowded halls, the new teacher made her way through the school. She had come to take the place of the former teacher Misato Ochi. Brushing some stray hairs back behind her ear, she entered her new classroom. "Ichigo, look at the hottie we got for a new teacher!" Asano Keigo whispered to his friend.
The orange haired teen glanced her over. She looked familiar, but he couldn't quite put his finger on how he would know her. Her hair was a rather light shade of brown, but the colour wasn't that memorable. Reading glasses framed her soft features and she wore an average red track suit. But there was still something about her that seemed familiar.
"Hello, students! I will be your new teacher now that Misato-sensei has been moved to another school." Picking up a piece of chalk she began writing some things on the chalk-board. "My name is Chishiki Narau. Now since I was a bit late today please turn to chapter twenty-seven as I do a quick roll call."
The hyperactive teen took notice of his friend's distraction. "Ichigo? You okay?"
"I know her..." Ichigo mumbled, watching the brunette teacher continue to call out people's names. "That's it. She was that woman who kept calling me a kid...I didn't know she was gonna be the new teacher."
"Kojima Mizuro?" She asked.
"Present." Came his calm reply.
Scratching a quick mark on the paper she had, she nodded slightly. "Kurosaki Ichigo?"
"Present." He muttered, looking up at her boredly.
Her eyes studied his face for a moment, before a smirk graced her features. "Ah, what a pleasant surprise! I didn't know you'd be one of the students in my class, ikid/i." The majority of the class snickered at him; he just scowled at them in return. "What a wacky world...Oh, right, where was I..."
Tears were streaming down Keigo's face. "You met a total hottie and didn't tell me about it?! Why must everyone hide things from me!!?"
A bosomy orange haired girl, Inoue Orihime, leaned over closer to him. "Kurosaki-kun, how do you know the new teacher?"
"I don't!" Ichigo was beginning to feel frustrated with having Narau as his new teacher already. "I only met her the other day and helped her out!!"
As I said, it'd get more Renji-ey if I'd kept writing more.