Ichigo blinked awake as a bird chirped right outside his window. "Damn pest..." He grumbled, turning over and trying to catch some more sleep.
That's when he realised he had about 15 minutes before the start of his first class.
"Shit!" Ichigo was out of bed in a second, except that he pretty much fell out of bed, tangled in his blankets. He swore and squirmed, finally releasing himself. He shot upwards, sprinting to his closet and throwing on his Nice Vibe T Shirt and jeans. Running a hand through his hair, he glanced at the clock. Five minutes had already sped by, leaving him only ten to gather up his crap and get to class. At least he knew where the damn building was, for a start. Ichigo grabbed his backpack and threw in various textbooks, notebooks and other supplies, noticing a laptop on his desk. "Huh. Might as well take that…I might need it…" He ducked down, grabbing the laptop charger and throwing that in his bag as well. Another glance at the clock told him he only had five minutes. Ignoring his growling stomach, he simply sprinted to the building, furiously chewing on gum the whole way. He arrived with about 30 seconds to spare…and a glare from his classmates. His teacher seemed to be a woman with black hair, and for some bizarre reason, she was wearing a cape.
"Ah. Kurosaki Ichigo, correct? You're late." The woman had a sweet smile…but it had a sinister aspect about it. Ichigo felt sweat drop down the back of his neck. He had to remember to not piss her off.
"Sorry…I overslept." Ichigo grunted, glancing round at his classmates, and glaring right back as a lot of him was throwing him dirty looks. "Assholes…"
"No matter. Just find a seat. I'm your teacher, Unohana."
"R-Right." Ichigo quickly glanced round at the seats available, realising the only one that was left was next to this guy with glasses. Ichigo sighed, dropping into his seat next to him, and started to take out his textbooks and laptop out, seeing as everyone else seemed to have some kind of computer with them. The boy next to him gave him an extremely dirty look, and shifted as far away from Ichigo as possible.
"The hell's your problem?" Ichigo snapped at the boy, glaring in his direction. Someone about him was ticking him off.
"Kurosaki, correct?" The boy asked, a gleam coming into his eye.
"You just heard me say that to Unohana…and who are you?" Ichigo snarled, scowling deeply.
" Uryu Ishida. I was merely enquiring who you are. You're the new student that arrived on our dorm yesterday." Ishida stated. "And don't snarl at me like that. Your breath stinks. You ever heard of cleanliness, Kurosaki?" With that, Ishida turned in his seat, focusing his attention to the front of class.
"Bastard…" Ichigo growled inside his head. He couldn't believe he now had to share a floor – and kitchen – with this guy. A vein twitched in Ichigo's forehead as that fact sunk in. As much as Ichigo hated to take his advice, he did hastily pull out some more gum from his pocket and started to chew on it, the mini flavour exploding inside his mouth.
Ichigo honestly tried to follow the lesson, but was soon lost in the increasing stupid terms for different illnesses, having to look up a lot of the words online. He started making a word document with key words, copying them all down from both the internet and textbooks in front of him. Despite not remembering enrolling in the class, Ichigo's work ethic was showing, and he wanted to perform well, willingly taking the subject or not. Ishida leaned over to see what Ichigo was typing, and a smirk came to his face almost instantly.
"Seriously, Kurosaki? 'Medical Sciences Key Words?' Anyone should know what these words mean." Ishida mocked him.
"Shut up…" Ichigo responded, still busily copying out words. Ishida simply laughed harshly before returning his attention to Unohana. Ichigo noticed that he wasn't taking any notes, and a groan escaped his mouth. Great, the guy was a know-it all! Just what he needed!
Class crawled by for Ichigo, as the boy could honestly not follow half of which Unohana was saying. Sure, he'd worked in the clinic a little with his father and sisters, but that was about it. Ichigo didn't particularly want to run a clinic…there was something else that he wanted to do. He remembered that although the clinic could save lives… Ichigo was afraid of needles. A phobia that he prayed he wouldn't have to face in this class. He'd be running like a bullet if anyone pulled one of those stupid things out. Sweat ran down his neck just thinking about it. Ichigo tried to remember what exactly he wanted to do, but that brought on another headache, so he soon stopped bothering. "Ah well. I'll remember eventually. I might need to get pills for these headaches, though…" Ichigo mused to himself as the bell finally rang for lunch. Finally. Ichigo's stomach snarled loudly above the noise of the bell and his classmates leaving in groups to grab something to eat. Ishida gave him a smirk before leaving the room. "I'd suggest you showered before getting anything, Kurosaki. I don't want you around our kitchen smelling like that."
Ichigo sighed, slowly packing up his stuff. He wanted to put a lot of ground between him and the Ishida guy. Ichigo was pissed just thinking about him.
"The hell is his problem…" He grumbled to himself under his breath, passing by Unohana with a brief nod before heading back to his room.
A/N: I'm not dead! I'm sorry this took so long. Loads of stuff has been happening, including exams. I hope this is kinda worth the wait? Thanks to all those that still follow this story and those who have reviewed – you're the best!