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Ichigo would walk back to school. He wouldn't flash step, or run, or even jog. He would move with no regard for passer buyers who couldn't see his spiritual body. He wouldn't worry about what forms of perversion his body was being used for. The orange haired youth would stare at the asphalt beneath him and listen to the sounds coming from the chains holding Zangetsu to his back. Several times he stopped staring at a particularly unimportant pebble or crushed leaf; honestly, for reasons he didn't understand. All he knew was that each step away from that school. From that girl…

"Senna?" he mumbled. Each step away from Senna was making him feel that a his chest would collapse into itself bearing a hollows hole. Shaking his head he placed his right hand over his face making sure that there was not any type of white bone materializing over his youthful features.

"I'm being ridiculous… I need to…" Ichigo trailed off once more whilst viewing the three way intersection in front of him. Left would lead him towards nothing particularly important. Right lead to the Kurosaki residence and strait ahead was his high school. Ichigo desperately wanted to go home to enjoy the mellow light the sun produced during the mid afternoon and for several moments he stood trying to convince himself that laying on his safe carpeted room was the best choice to make at this moment.

"For some reason, I'm just emotionally drained. My spirit feels weak, and Zangetsu seems heavier than usual. If I went to school now I wouldn't retain any information. I'd probably just fall asleep." Strawberry's mind took him around in circles for several moments before he actually took several steps towards the right path. For a second he considered seeing someone in regards to how much he spoke to himself but soon cast wrote that off as the result of having three personas running around in your head. Letting his shoulders hang he exhaled deeply before continuing to justify his way home.

"It's not like Rukia can't get my body home. Kon's there so it's not like she would have to carry me." The sound of the youth's sandals rising and falling on the road beneath him came to a complete halt as his body tightened once more and his head fell to the floor. Some omnipotent wind blew his orange locks over his eyes producing a small shadow.

"Rukia…" He repeated. The corners of Ichigo's lips slowly took a turn down. Was what he had done earlier bad? Was it unacceptable to go and speak to another girl while in a relationship? Was it wrong to make plans to see that girl again?

"Of course not." The tragic hero mumbled to himself hopping desperately to end the brutal chime his internal organs were producing. Again he spoke to nobody, "We didn't do anything. Just talked." In the deepest part of his soul, the part one doesn't talk about during parties, a pure white face was chuckling into the empty space around him.

"You think The midget will accept that answer?" The voice was high and unpleasant leading Ichigo to believe that the old man wasn't the one currently acting as his conscious. The Shinigami sighed to himself choosing to ignore his thoughts and continue towards his home.

In The classroom with Rukia

Lunch was now over and two seats ahead of the thousand year old Tsun-loli, that called herself Rukia, sat Ichigo's very bruised body. As usual Kon had stepped out of line and chose not to respect the body of the man she was currently in a deep relationship with by latching himself onto an orange haired bimbo who need not be named. During the comical beating the traditional beauty had felt bad for a few moments, as she looked into the face of the man she loved distort into a submissive and pained expression, but that soon passed for two reasons. One, Kon was in the body not her Strawberry delinquent. And Two, Said delinquent had left his body to Kon without any explanation at all. Even when his life was threatened, in private of course, all Kon could say was that he knew Ichigo was safe but he didn't know where he went off to. Such irrational decisions were unacceptable in the kind of traditional relationship she was trying to produce and in such Ichigo deserved whatever bruises he felt when he returned to his physical form..

"At least he's alright." Rukia mumbled the teacher returning to his unbearably unimportant lecture on squids. Rukia's delicate pale fingers lifted her Chappy pen from her desk and drew a terrible picture of two bunnies kissing. She smiled at herself for a few moments, proud of her work, before a notion she could not shake entered her mind. Narrowing her long eyelashes she allotted her small face to rotate left then right. To the left of her sat some sleeping kid she didn't know and to the right of her sat Chad; of whom, seemed particularly interested in the squid lecture. Her resolve strong Rukia nodded and placed her delicate face as close as she possibly could to the paper. It was important she did a good job during such a critical point for her drawing. Her face flushed deeply as she gave the bunny on the left a short messy hairstyle and an oversized sword on his back. Her hands shook a little bit as she looked at the two kissing bunnies before her. Trying to keep her embarrassment level as low as she could she drew several poorly shaped hearts at the top of the page. Her eyes narrowed knowing full well that she could not stall any more. With her greatest effort the dark haired female drew a hairstyle as similar to her own as possible on the other bunny. Moments passed before she could feel, what seemed like, all the blood her temporary body could produce rushing to her head.

"This…this…" the girl mumbled quietly as to not draw any attention. "I can't let anyone see this…." half yelled Rukia, this time standing and crumpling the picture in her left hand!

"AHHH! Please don't hit me again!" Cried Kon through Ichigo's body his arms flailing before he ducked under the desk. The dull teacher raised his eyebrow as the majority of the class burst into laughter. Humiliated the Soul Reaper sat back down shoving the crumpled drawing in her book bag. Kon stayed under the table shaking for the rest of the lecture pushing down Ichigo's "coolness level" several bars.

With Senna

After returning to her class Senna was faced with a long interrogation from her teacher that ended with the blackberry beauty lying about being on her period. It was unpleasant but her male teacher had no desire to push said subject. Her friends had all left and so Senna was left to walk home by herself which was slightly lonely. Very lonely. In fact she'd been feeling unpleasant since the orange haired guy, er the stalker. Pervert?

"Ichigo…" she mumbled out loud a small smile forming on her delicate lips. She had been feeling lonely since she saw the dark clothed man exit her school's grounds. Increasing her pace slightly Senna interlocked her fingers behind her back, her school bag dangling innocently, and tried to skip a bit. It didn't produce the same feeling of satisfaction that it usually did; however, the thought that she might be able to see the strawberry haired individual again was more than enough to make her fall colored eyes fill to the brim with joy and hope.

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