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Senna's School
Senna's face pressed hard to the smooth wooden surface that comprised her desk. Her blackberry locks jutted out in several odd directions and the deep red ribbon, that hung delicately from said locks, was begging to loosen its grip on her fresh hair. The obnoxious educator at the front of the classroom was going on about the third great ninja war, and because Senna was anticipating Ichigo's arrival after class, time was taking its sweet…well time. Lazily she raised her left eyebrow wondering if that was even a coherent thought but after deeming it less than a matter of importance the frustrated female youth closed her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh.
"Why isn't it Three Thirty?"
Ichigo's School
Ichigo's day had been somewhat stressful. His small traditional looking girlfriend was acting extremely clingy; because of yesterday's absence, he had no idea what the teacher was speaking about, and worst of all the back of his mind kept begging him to reconsider his decision to not see that spontaneously gorgeous girl. Frowning, Ichigo sat up strait in his small wooden desk and ran his digits through his short untidy hair whilst making sure to check the wall mounted clock ever so often.
"He seems upset." Thought the concerned girlfriend sitting two seats back from her Ichigo. Placing her right elbow on her desk she permitted her palm to hold up her face as her free digits placed the tip of a shiny ballpoint pen between her delicate feminine lips. Several more moments passed and as she continued to study Ichigo she couldn't help but notice her orange haired lover's constant concern with the time. "He had told her this morning that he was free after class so…" Rukia wracked her brain for the remainder of the day feeling relieved when three o'clock came and the school bell rang in order to dismiss the students. In a matter of seconds the class of seemingly claustrophobic students sprung up from their seats and rushed to the nearest exits. There were several exceptions of course including a broad shouldered Chad, an apathetic Quincy; and to Rukia's displeasure, a big breasted bimbo who had latched herself to Ichigo's arm while sputtering off nonsense about food and "a funny television show she watched last night." Placing her notes and various pens in her pack Rukia stepped forward to Ichigo and placed her delicate fingers around the inside of his left arm. Shocked at the sudden subdued contact, Ichigo turned knowing full well who the culprit of such an affection touch was.
"What's up Midget?" muttered Ichigo trying to sound calmer than he actually was. Orihime gave a hopeful look towards the two touching classmates thinking that maybe they had broken up and that was his reason for such a harsh nickname. Then again Orihime was an idiot. Leaning up on her tiptoes Rukia placed her palms to either side of her substitute shinigami her eyes giving off a particularly alluring gaze. A sudden lump found its way into Ichigo's throat but before he could choke up the necessary words the hundred year old Lolita grabbed either side of his face and pinched Ichigo's cheeks violently.
"Don't call your girlfriend a midget you idiot!" half yelled the half annoyed girl a proud smile finding its way to her face after seeing how crestfallen the big breasted red head looked after hearing her declare herself Ichigo's girlfriend. Ichigo couldn't help but feel bad for his ditzy classmate.
"Ya, ya I'm sorry." Began Ichigo while throwing his bag over his right shoulder. "I have to leave early because…" Ichigo's voice halted as the words exited his lips. He had already decided he wouldn't meet Senna but for some reason his body had denied his mental choice.
"Because? I thought you said you didn't have plans after school?" questioned the short dark haired female clutching a small brown bookcase. Ichigo's mind went a mile a minute as he thought of some way, anyway to remove the heat he had placed on himself.
"I don't." stuttered the male hero leaving the majority of his friends in the classroom. Of course his girlfriend was following him down the hallway.
"You don't?" questioned Rukia her deep eyes giving off a look of confusion.
"I mean I didn't. I got a call during lunch asking me if I could pick up a roll of paper towels from the market down the street from the clinic." Ichigo's head lowered several inched wondering why he was ensnaring himself in such an ugly lie if he wasn't even keeping his plans to meet the girl.
"But we ate lunch on the roof with Kiego and Ishida…Your cell never went off." As she spoke the two stepped out of their school's front gates and proceeded to walk right towards their home.
"It was a text message." He declared sternly while trying to gauge whether or not she believed his story. A short lived feeling of relief befell him as a smile formed on her lips.
"Alright. Well I'll just go with you." Rukia smiled widely while wrapping her arms around Ichigo's left arm in a manner that seemed extremely similar to her overly cheerful visage. The weight was back on his shoulders and as he adorably tsundere girl beneath him lived out her fantasy of a normal real world relationship Ichigo's mind jumped back and forth drastically wondering how he was going to get to Senna in…He checked his watch…In fifteen minutes. Once more he was wondering why he needed to meet her again. His mind kept telling him that the sort of instantaneous interest he was experiencing was less than appropriate, but his body didn't feel the need to correspond to his will. Exhaling deeply the tragic hero deemed that regardless of his mind's wishes and body's actions there was no possible way to escape his girlfriend's grip and go to the school he had yesterday.
"That sounds nice…" muttered Ichigo wondering if he had enough money on him to buy a pack of paper towels his family didn't need.
Senna's School
Sitting on the concrete bench at her school's entrance Senna began to wonder if she really had lost her mind yesterday. Her class had let out early and now as it went on three forty five most of the students had exited the school and there was no doubt that, had an Ichigo really existed, he would have been hear already. Dissatisfied the black berry beauty frowned and stretched before looking out onto the paved street just outside of her school. Momentarily she hoped that Ichigo had decided not to come, because even if he wasn't interested in meeting with her, he would at least be a real person. Smiling to herself she picked up her bag and exited her school turning left towards her home. For several minutes the only sound that could be heard was that of a passing car or her sneakers connecting with the asphalt beneath her; however, in a moment's notice rapid steps could be heard and suddenly Senna was on the concrete beneath her surrounded in what appeared to be groceries.
"Ow.." She wined sitting up and tugging down on her skirt hopping that nobody was around to see the small red berry print that dotted her panties.
"I'm! I'm So Sorry miss! Are you alright?" panicked a small girl with a brown bobish haircut. Her arms were waving franticly as several cans began rolling down the street. Quickly Senna stood and grabbed the cans deeming that the sudden physical contact hadn't been intentional.
"I'm fine. Really." Smiled Senna handing the small girl the slightly scrapped, but fine cans that had tried to escape. The small girl bowed several times while on the verge of tears.
"I really am sorry, I just was supposed to be home by four thirty to start cooking dinner but I realized that my big brother hadn't picked up some of the ingredients I asked for and then…and then. Hic." The small girl was now rambling and in a miniature state of panic of which Senna found slightly cute.
"Really I'm alright. Do you want me to help you take your groceries home?" She smiled looking down and noticing that the paper bag the girl had been holding her groceries in was shredded.
"No, I couldn't ask you to do that besides I have this ba…" The girl began but stopped as she held up the bag and noticed how destroyed it was. Bowing deeply she continued, "I'm sorry to trouble you but could you help me bring my groceries back?" Stuttered the short girl.
"I'd be happy to." Chuckled Senna gathering several more fallen items. "I'm sorry I didn't get your name. I'm Senna." Smiled the helpful high schooler. The younger girl bowed again causing several of the groceries, which had just been picked up, to fall again.
"My name's Yuzu Kurosaki, I'm really sorry for all the trouble." The two finished picking up the spilt groceries and began walking towards the Kurosaki household.
Oc: Ficlet For Reviewers-Sorry for those who reviewed a lot and weren't included. Just tell me and you'll be in the next one.
Blixxx: Well everyone thanks for Reviewing. I'm really sorry for the chapter delay but my computer was a mess and I had to buy a new one. I'll be updating regularly now. *bows deeply*
XxVampire AcexX: HELL YA! XD Does this mean we can read it on a weekly basis like the Sunday comics?
Blixxx: Well ya, I guess so… O.o
SethFC: -_- So wait are we really just gonna pretend that he wasn't absent for like 3 months?
XxVampire AcexX: O.o Who was absent for 3 Months?
SethFC: *facepalm*
Bleach Number 1 Fan: Dun worry about it too much Seth, I mean you're in this little author fic-lit thing…so I guess it's ok.
Blixxx: Exactly dude don't take everything so seriously. I mean were all mature guys here and I'm gonna write frequently again. *throws vampire a dog treat*
RocketFist: Wait we're all guys?
Blixxx: To be honest I checked most of your profiles and you all seem to be guys. Well at least those of you who review the most. Bleach Number 1 Fan may be female. O.o
RocketFist: So…How are we gonna do anything interesting if were all guys?
XxVampire AcexX: He has a point…This is a major sausage fest.
Blixxx: Don't worry, I'm putting these after each chapter and I'm sure more girls will review thus increasing the amount of people in the after story fic-lit. Until then….0-0 *points* Bleach number 1 fan will be our girl.
BleachNumber1fan. EHHHH? D:
Rukia:…O.o…