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Disclaimer: If I owned Bleach I'd make Byakuya try to marry off Rukia and Ichigo save her and marry her instead. Or something. All that boils down to is: I don't own Bleach.
A more complete recap then last time:
Rukia was ordered to attend college under the alias Ryoko in order to eliminate Aizen Souske, a prime suspect in the disappearance of numerous students. The only problem was that she would have to go undercover as a guy because, for some reason or another, Aizen's Psychology class only accepts guys.
Rukia ends up enrolling and finding her room, only to be greeted by her roommate Ichigo, Kurosaki. The company had promised her a room for herself, and this unexpected surprise sufficiently peeved her. The next morning she leaves early for a shower. Ichigo, because he couldn't sleep after being woken up, digs around and finds a file. Seems that he has discovered what Rukia was doing here. And it seems that someone has discovered him discovering her. What shall happen to him?
On the company's side, Renji has been ordered to un-enroll from college. It seems that his presence jeopardizes the mission. Renji, angered, steals Hitsugaya's letter.
/End of Long Recap
Quick side note for later: Shun-po in this fanfic just means a really fast run that is still possible in the human world. O__O Just only ubber beast people can do it.
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Renji looked at the letter in his hand. Seems that Hitsugaya-taichou had been writing something. Pretty important by the way the captain was screaming and running down the hall.
"Renji! Get the hell back here with my letter!" So much for mannerisms.
Renji laughed. The Captain was going through each open door in desperation. It would be a while before he got to the room hiding the vice-captain. He predicted that he had perhaps a good five to ten minutes before he was caught. Gave him time to read the letter and than man his great escape.
Sadly, he didn't predict that the Captain would use shun-po.
"Found you!" Hitsugaya yelled triumphantly. He was standing in the doorway, light sweat on his brow. It was probably more from worry than exhaustion, even if he had gone through virtually a hundred doors to get here. But Renji couldn't comprehend all of that at the moment. He was in shock. Hitsugaya could have dropped him out the window. He'd fall for six stories.
Hitsugaya breathed in and out a couple of times. Regaining his composure, he snatched the letter from the hands of one stupefied vice-captain.
"You...how…" the words fell out of the vice-captains mouth incoherently. How in the world had he gotten here so fast?!
"My skills may not be comparable to some other captains, but I'm not so far behind that I can not do a simple shun-po."
Needless to say, by the end of that small spiel Renji's face was stained red.
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"Hey, Orihime," called Tatsuki. She walked over to where her friend was sitting. The auditorium was huge, but it wasn't like she hadn't seen it before. She had been here two years, after all. "Have you seen Ichigo? He's going to be late for the initiation ceremony."
"Eh? What initiation ceremony?"
Tatsuki groaned, "I swear, you two are sometimes so alike." Orihime looked at her, puzzled. Tatsuki gave in. "The ceremony we're waiting for right now."
Somewhere, a light bulb sparked. "Oh! Why didn't you say so?" Tatsuki laughed weakly.
"It slipped my mind." Orihime patted her on the back.
"It's ok. No one's perfect." Orihime smiled. "Wonder where Ichigo is though."
Tatsuki decided to play dumb. "Now that you mention it," as if she hadn't earlier. "…he's not here."
"Like usual." Orihime sighed.
Usual? Then she remembered. "He's late every year for this thing because he thinks he has class, isn't he?" Tatsuki sighed. "He's probably in his old English class right now, wondering where everyone has gone."
Orihime shook her head. "And you say we're alike. You see, Ichigo is way funnier than I am!"
"He's funny?" Tatsuki questioned, sweatdropping.
"Yeah his expression is so…" Tatsuki sighed again. This was going to be a long ceremony.
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"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Rukia hissed. She had just come back from a well-deserverd shower, and this is what she finds. A guy holding her mission in his hand. Open no less! Nii-sama was going to be furious.
Sensing his impending doom, Ichigo tried to hide beneath the file. He knew it wasn't working. But it wasn't stopping him from trying. If it had been in any other situation, Rukia would have found this highly amusing. But this wasn't any other situation.
"Nothing." he tried to pull off the word nonchalantly. It failed. Miserably. He looked totally guilty. Despite Ryoko's lack of height, Ichigo thought he looked highly vicious towering over his own cowering form.
"How much did you read?" she muttered, kicking his head.
"Just the part where you were supposed to kill my Psychology teacher." Rukia twitched. Just? Just!?
"I didn't get any farther." He made a point of carefully putting it back in her suitcase.
Rukia thought this might go rather well. After all, if he had read any further he would have found out she was a girl. Not a guy. But a girl pretending to be a guy. Gods this was confusing.
"You tell any one about this, and I'll behead you." she threatened. He had no way of knowing that was an empty threat. If she killed him, nii-sama would kill her. Literally would be better than any sort of figurative death he might create. Like the disappearance of her friends. Or all her worldly possessions. She suppressed a shudder.
Ichigo laughed. Rukia froze. He knew it was an empty threat? Impossible. But if so…she was so dead.
"This whole thing is ridiculous."
Rukia stared at him.
"Listen here," Ichigo said confidence starting to return, albeit slowly, but return none-the-less. "If you can prove to me that Aizen's actually behind all of these things your file says he is, I'll help you." He waited to see how Ryoko would react to this ultimatum.
Rukia chuckled. "And how could you help me?"
Ichigo fought down the urge to chuck his roommate across the room. He didn't want to be beheaded, but hell, his roommate sure was a tad condescending. And a kohei no less! "Well, Ryoko, this is your first year here, is it not? I'm betting you don't know your way around the school."
"Of course I-" Rukia stopped. She thought about the map incident. And the kitchen incident.
Ichigo grinned. He had caught him. But with the look that Ryoko was giving him, he wiped the grin off his face. He was walking on glass here. One false move and he wouldn't put it past the little devil to actually behead him.
He stood up and extended a hand. "Deal?"
Rukia eyed the hand distastefully. She was saved by a chance glance at the clock.
"You said you had class at eight, right?"
Ichigo stared at her for a second.
"What?"
"How can you have class when college is just starting? I may be new here, but shouldn't there be some sort of-" She stopped short when Ichigo's eyes widened in horror.
"What time is it now?"
"7:50"
"Shit." Ichigo dashed around the room, pulling on his uniform. "I can't believe you took over an hour in the shower. It threw me off!"
"What the hell are you talking about. How does MY shower time throw YOU off?!"
"What kind of guy showers for that long!?"
Crap. "What does it matter if I like to be clean?" Damn. That sounded lame even to her.
"Screw it all, I don't have time for this." he muttered. Grabbing his stuff he made for the door in record time. "If you don't hurry Kuchiki, you're going to be late to the ceremony."
"W-what!?" she spluttered. "You didn't mention a ceremony before. You said class!"
"And you reminded me that we had a ceremony. So get your ass out that door before both our butts get kicked."
Rukia fumed for a second in indignation. How dare he talk to her like that? If this was the company…thinking about it for a moment, she reluctantly let it go. Passing Ichigo in the doorway she muttered, "When we get back you are so dead."
Ichigo shivered. For some reason, he didn't put it passed him. After all, this Ryoko person sure did fit the bill for a psychotic murderer.
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"As your Dean, I have the most esteemed delight in welcoming you to this college. Some of you are returning students. And others…"
For some reason, Rukia thought he took a moment to look at her. He couldn't know that she hadn't been here for the bows and such. She thought that she and that Kurosaki kid had made a very inconspicuous entrance.
"…are new here. I think that you will all make sure that they are…properly welcomed. For those of you that may not know me," at this point, the Dean took off his striped cap and made a flashy bow. "My name is Urahara, Kisuke. You can call me Urahara-taichou if you please." he grinned. "After all, if this was a ship, I'd be its Captain. Now chop-chop! Get to your classes. Teachers can introduce themselves there. This is your Captain signing off." He made one more flashy bow before departing off the stage.
"Is that really the Dean?" Rukia muttered to no one in particular.
"Yeah," an unfamiliar voice replied. Rukia turned to find the owner of said voice. "The name's Ishida by the way. Ishida, Uryu." he extended a hand.
"Kuchiki, Ruk-" she stopped, horrified at her near mistake. "Ryoko. Kuchiki, Ryoko."
Ishida looked at her curiously. "If you say so." Rukia made a point to fervently nod. Though that may have undermined her purpose of convincing him. "The Dean noticed you come in. Though you must have known that."
"What?" Rukia looked at him, shocked. "He couldn't have seen us come in." Ishida pushed his glasses further up his nose, amused.
"Yeah, you and the Kurosaki kid's entrance was really inconspicuous." Rukia smiled. So she wasn't the only person who thought so.
In reply to her smile though, he retorted, "I was being sarcastic." Rukia's smile fell. "With all the crashing and pushing and yelling and swearing, how could he not have seen you?" In lieu of Rukia's shocked faced he felt a little pity. "You couldn't have actually thought you were quiet?"
Rukia was sufficiently silent.
Ishida chuckled. "You're pretty interesting, Kuchiki. Join the sewing club." He patted her shoulder and walked off. The sewing club? Perhaps she wasn't the only unmanly guy around.
She sighed, pushing her hair back. Well no matter, she thought. She had fish to fry. Namely the orange pufferfish who had totally invaded her privacy.
But first class. She pulled out her list. She hoped it was something she could vent in.
Aizen Sosuke. Psychology.
She grinned, maybe this day wasn't so bad after all.
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So that was definitely longer, though not by much. I apologize for the lack of a proper cliffhanger. I couldn't think of one that'd do. Forgive me for any typos/grammar mistakes. I do read over it a couple of times. But I never seem to catch all of my mistakes. ;-;
But next time will be Aizen's class. So Aizen will be properly introduced. Some other characters to look forward to: Ichimaru, Gin…Hinamori…and a couple more that I'll leave as surprises. I'm also planning (a small spoiler for more to come) on including a pageant…I didn't want to mention anything so soon, but the idea will be mentioned in the story next time. Look forward to that, if it's not totally lame.
Anyways.
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Until next time. ^_____^
