As Rukia yawned quietly, she smiled at the familiar sunflowers waving gently in the breeze. The sky was coloured a bright blue, with wisps of white for clouds.
Sunlight poured softly onto the ground, the warm rays shining momentarily before disappearing soon after.

Rukia was sitting in her normal seat, with her head propped on one of her hands. She was staring outside with a dreamy expression displayed on her face.
Her violet eyes were cloudy, but were warm and pleasant.

"Rukia?"

As Rukia was startled out of her daydream, she felt her face flush slightly as she heard giggles erupt quietly within the room.

"Oh I'm sorry Rukia, did I disturb you?" the orange haired teacher drawled. His hands leant against his desk as he slowly stood up and walked to over to where
Rukia was sitting.

A hush settled over the class, as he approached her, a small smile creeping over his face.

"Enlighten me, Rukia. What is so much more interesting that your homeroom teacher?" he said whilst inspecting his nails.

When Rukia didn't answer, he looked up from his inspection and stared down at Rukia.

"Well?"

Rukia felt her teeth grit together in irritation, but she didn't answer. Gradually, she looked up towards the older male and clenched her fists which were now under
her desk, lying on her lap. She felt herself flinch slightly as she gazed into her teacher's cold eyes, but she refused to back down.

A few moments later, she heard a sigh. The professor started kneading his fingers into his temples and muttering something under his breath.

"Great. A brat for a student."

Rukia felt a wave of fury sweep over her.

This man…

"How dare y-"

Ring ring. Ring ring.

"Class dismissed!" Kurosaki shouted to his class. "Be sure to be on time for your lessons."

Rukia hissed quietly under her breath as she grabbed her bag and flung it violently over her shoulder.

"Oh yeah," he suddenly added on, "can one of you guys tell your next teacher that Miss Kuchiki here is going to be late for her lesson?"

"Yes!" a chorus of voices sang as the students quickly exited the room.

As soon as the last student stepped out of the room, Kurosaki Ichigo turned to look at his student.

Her small fists were clenched together by her sides as she stood against her desk, her face looking grim.

She's got guts, he thought to himself.

As he propped himself onto a table, he quickly scanned the defiant little girl. A petite figure and milky white skin, contrasted by her pitch black hair. Her lavender
eyes are quite enchanting, and matched up with her pale complexion, they create a great combination.

Wow, he thought wryly to himself, both brother and sister are stunners. What kind of genes did they get?

Moving on, this girl is totally my type, he pondered.

...Just kidding.

Rukia looked with astonishment at her teacher, as he started chuckling quietly. His actions confused her. As soon as the last student had left the classroom, the
teacher had perched upon a desk and looked her quickly up and down. Only to start giggling like a girl straight after.

Oh gosh… could it be that my hair is funny or something? Rukia thought to herself with horror. As she was just about to fumble around in her bag for a mirror, she
was interrupted by a voice.

"You're truly a Kuchiki aren't you?" the voice said humorously.

Huh, this guy knows of the Kuchiki household?

"You… you know my brother?" she said incredulously. The last time I checked, she thought slyly to herself, my brother doesn't acquaintance himself with idiots.

There was silence for a few moments before the young teacher grinned and answered:

"Of course not. But who hasn't heard of your older brother eh? A mystery millionaire, dashing good looks, power etcetera etcetera. Women long for him you know…"

Rukia stared at him with surprise. She never knew her brother was that famous? Of course, most of the people in her class knew, but other than that…

"Hang on a minute…" she said quickly, "how did you know I was a Kuchiki?" she said curiously.

A stunned expression flickered through his face, before he quickly regained his composure.

Once again, his irritating chortles echoed throughout the room.

"What, you think you're special or something?"

"Huh?"

"Over there…" he gestured lazily towards his desk covered with papers at the front of the room, "Being the good teacher I am, I decided to print out all the student's
profiles. I know everyone in my class now."

"So that's how you knew…"

A few second passed before she saw her Professor's mouth begin to twitch. After trying to keep a straight face (and failing in the process), he soon gave up and let out
a few loud guffaws. "Are you serious?" he said mockingly. "I have too little time on my hands to do bothersome things like print out student profiles!"

Rukia felt her brow furrow. "Are you sure a teacher should speak like that?" she said sternly.

"Maybe not." Kurosaki shrugged. "But hey, I'm a special teacher…"

"Whatever, just hurry up with my punishment. I'm missing my lesson right now you know…"

"Punishment? Ah yes, please pay attention in my lesson please. The next time you daydream I wi-"

"Yes sir," Rukia replied quickly.

She watched curiously as Professor Ichigo's eyebrow twitched with annoyance at the disruption.

"I see you are eager to leave my presence…"

"Oh no Sir, you are mistaken. Why would you ever think that?" Rukia said innocently whilst staring at him with wide eyes.

She felt a strong finger flick her forehead, "Idiot…" his deep voice remarked. "Cute acts don't work on me."

"Apart from when they're being given by big breasted beauties…" he added on after a few moments of thought.

Instinctively, Rukia raised her hands to cover her small chest. A flash of annoyance clouded her mind before she regained her sanity.

Was that a dig?

"Yeah… like that teacher… Professor Sora was it? Yeah I like her... she's got a nice figure." He continued whilst placing a hand under his chin and nodding to himself, his
eyes closed. "Hmm." He said appreciatively. "Yosh… let's make her my next target."

Even if this girl isn't exactly my type, she sure is fun to tease. Ichigo thought to himself as he closed his eyes. Just a bit more…

"Yeah…like that teacher… Professor Sora was it? Yeah I like her… she's got a nice figure." After pretending to contemplate a bit, he smiled. "Hmm. Yosh, let's make her
my next target."

After a few seconds of silence, he cracked his eyes open to observe her reaction.

Only to see her back facing him as she walked towards the door.

Whoops. Did I take it too far? Note to self: Do not mention the words "nice figure" and "big breasted beauties" to Kuchiki Rukia. I am such a nice teacher. As he was
about to give himself a mental pat on the back, his eyes widened in surprise as he noticed something out of the corner of his eye.

That moron.

I don't want to hear it. Anything about that stupid teacher. Or this one too in fact. From now on, I'm going to avoid him like he's the plague, Rukia thought angrily as
she headed towards the door. Quickly, she reached for the handle.

"Oi." A voice called out to her.

Ignoring him, Rukia continued to yank the door open.

Just as she was about to step outside into the hallway, she was stopped as a hand grabbed her wrist and spun her around…

Hey there… So, just a few things to mention after a reviewer reminded me.

Inoue Sora, in this story, is indeed a female. Not a male. Sorry if that caused confusion. Yep, I think that's just about it… Please drop down a review if
you have the time!