I am NOT DEAD~ XD
My father bangs on the bathroom door for the fifteenth time this morning. Honestly, don't people say that patience is a virtue "Uryu! You're taking too long!" he screamed. I sighed. Why doesn't he use the bathroom that's in his room? "Ryuken, I'm getting ready! Don't you want your son to look presentable for his first day at a new school?" I say while putting on a nice coat of strawberry lip gloss. Ryuken sighed. I could tell he rolled his eyes at that. "I want my son to look get ready in the bathroom in his own room!" he shouted, followed by a few hard knocks. "You idiot, Ryuken! You're the one with the bathroom!" I yelled back. "Then go use it, moron!" Ugh! I don't have time for this. This is what I try to avoid in the mornings. If I get upset, it might mess up my make-up. "No! Why don't you? What's great about this bathroom anyway?" Luckily, I was finished anyway. When I opened the door, Ryuken damn near pushed me down trying to get in. Now, that was rude! I didn't take that long, did I?
I waltz happily to my room. What? A new school means new boys, right? Not just any boys... Ichigo Kurosaki. Ok, the other boys too. It's not really fair since I haven't actually seen that strawberry. The only boys worthy of my attention at my old school were Nnoitra, (sadly) Grimmjow, Stark, and Ulquiorra. Only four! Hopefully, my luck will turn in this school. Now, what should I wear on this fine day? My eyes wandered around the small space I call a closet and stopped at a sky blue pencil skirt that I knew showed off my legs. Sadly, it's a bit much for the first day. So I just settled a plain jean mini skirt (the same mini skirt that Ryuken said made me look like I was working a corner or something.. that bastard) and a blue V-neck. Too lazy to put on sneakers, I threw on my favorite black flats. Hair, make-up, clothing, glas- Wait... where are my glasses?! "RYUKEN!" I shouted. "MY GLASSES ARE GONE!" He growled something lowly then yelled "LOOK IN MY ROOM, YOU IDIOT! IF YOU'RE LATE THEN I'M NOT LISTENING TO YAMAMOTO COMPLAIN!" Well... that got my feet moving.
Hair...
Make-up..
Clothing...
Glasses... I smiled once they were happily sitting on my face.
Uryu Ishida is ready to go!
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When I got into Ryuken's car, his rant began. "Why in the hell does it take you so long to get ready? I swear I might as well have had a daughter!" I sighed. "My appearance must be flawless or else I'll have to live under a rock and call myself Usagi," "You're twenty minutes late and what does that have to do with anything?" he growled, starting the car up and driving away from our house. He's not worth getting my mood down today, so I didn't respond. In fact, we didn't speak to each other whole ride there. That is, until the radio played a song that he and I loved with a passion."susume hajike dono michi komu desho. Find a way koko kara," Now it's a competition to see who'll break and sing it first. "itsu mo omou yo itsu neteru n daro. Find a way atashi mo," Damn it! That was my favorite part! I glared at Ryuken, cursing him for making me give up victory. "itsumade konna tokoro ni iru? Sou iu yatsu mo ita ki ga suru," My voice faltered a bit when I heard him singing with me. Just like usual: we lost at the exact same time. With stupid grins on our faces, we began to dance and singing awkwardly together. And this, ladies and gentlemen, is a perfect example of "Ishida Father and Son Bonding". When we got to the school, I didn't leave the car until Crow Song was over. "Be safe, Uryu," Ryuken said before driving away. "As if I can't take care of myself, asshole." I muttered to myself.
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"Do you need a late pass, young lady?" the tiny man at the front desk asked, not even looking up at me. Being called a "lady" is flattering, but I am of the male gender. And not to mention we've met each other before! "Hanataro-san, we've met already," I said to him. He looked up at me and blushed. "Ah! Ishida-kun! I apologize for that," "It's no big deal," Hanataro ran towards the evil man's door and knocked loudly. "Uh, Principal! Ishida-kun's here!" "Send him in, Hanataro," his low gruff voice said. My feet were glued to my spot. There is no way in hell I'm going in there with him again. "I'm late for class as it is. Shouldn't you just give me a schedule and let me live?" I didn't whimper... at least I don't think so. "He has it already. Go ahead, he won't bite," Hanataro said sweetly. Something's telling me that he's lying. "ISHIDA!" Yamamoto boomed from inside his office. "Sorry, sir!" I ran into the office, slamming the door behind me. The bulky old man was glaring daggers at my head. "DON'T SLAM DOORS IN MY SCHOOL, BOY! THAT'S RUDE!" the elder yelled again. "Sorry, sir," I repeated. Yamamoto sighed. "Have a seat, son," he ordered, his voice calming down. I took the seat in front of his desk, facing an annoyingly bright golden name tag saying "Principal G.S. Yamamoto". Then, just as my nerves calmed again, he yelled again. "DAMN IT BOY, YOU'RE WEARING A SKIRT! CROSS YOUR LEGS!" I did so, hiding my face into my hands. Peeking through my fingers, I noticed Yamamoto's face scrunched up. "WHY ARE YOU WEARING A SKIRT IN THE FIRST PLACE?!" he screamed again. The next time I see this guy, I'm bringing ear plugs. "I wanted to wear this today, sir," I say, terrified of his answer. Even though I expected to here him yell, he just sat back and sighed. "Ok, so I have your schedule right here. Since your already late for your first class, I'll just get the 2nd year class president to give you a tour now," he mumbled, passing me a red drawstring bag with a white paper on top. The old man pressed a button on his telephone and then waited. "Yes, sir?" we heard a man say, his voice was silky and erotic. Ooh! Is he a teacher? I'm loving this school already! "Kuchiki-sensei, please send Rukia in here. I will explain the details when she arrives," "Right away sir," and then the sexy voice was gone. Yamamoto must've heard my whine because he hit my hands with that wooden cane of his. "Keep it in your pants, young man," he scolded. Killjoy.
Ten minutes of silence later, a raven haired girl walked in. She was wearing the same skirt as me, except she had a on a shiny white halter top with it. I wish Ryuken would let me wear one of those! "You wanted to see me-Oh my god that skirt is just like mine!" the girl asked when she saw me. Her eyes widened suddenly and her jaw dropped. "You're a boy?" she asked. Before I could nod, Yamamoto yelled again. "RUKIA! LISTEN TO ME!" surprisingly, she didn't flinch. She's probably used to it, poor thing. Rukia saluted the principal with a "Yes, sir!". "I would like to give our new student here a tour of the school. I will not accept failure," he ordered in a stern, but quiet voice. He turned back to me. "Uryu. Good luck on your first day. I hope you like it here." I smiled at that. That's the nicest thing he's ever said to me. "Now... GET OUT! I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!" he screamed, causing Rukia and I to dash out of there.
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Rukia and I passed by the gym first. During the lunch periods, Rukia said that the rugby team comes in there to practice or hang out. "You could except to see a multitude of women crowding around the doors," she chuckled. "The girls' top three favorite rugby heart throbs are Shuuhei Hisagi, Renji Abarai, and Ichigo Kurosaki," I notice her cringe at the last name. "What's Ichigo like?" I asked carefully. She put on a fake smile. "I dated him for a couple of months. He's a sweetheart, but kind of a mystery." she sighed. "It's too bad he likes to hide his true self from the world." Hmph, I wonder what she meant by that.
We slowly navigated towards the cafeteria, which was a restaraunt compared to the back in Hueco Mundo. There weren't any tables or chairs, just booths. "Most of teh sutdents sit on the left side of the cafeteria." I arched my eyebrow. "What's wrong with the right side?" Rukia shook her head. "I'm telling you this because I'm a good person," she whispered into my ear. "There's this girl, Rangiku Matsumoto, who tends to sleep around. Rumor has it, you could catch an STD just by looking at her," There was a girl like that at my old school. Something... Hallibel I think. "So, it's just her and her firends sitting over there," Rukia sat me down in one of the booths. She gave me this pleading look. "What's the problem?" I asked her. "You're a boy, yet you wear girl clothes," I nodded and she continued. "It's not like it doesn't suit you. 'Cause that skirt does wonders for your ass!" my face burned at that. Szayel was the only one who'd ever said that to me. "Why do you wear them, though?" Of course, I was waiting for this question. "It's just that I'm not really comfortable in males' clothing, you know? My father made me wear some yesterday and it was hell. Luckily, he let me wear my sparkly shoes," She and I both started laughing. I think I'm going to like her.
Suddenly, a weird gong sounded above our heads. "Ooh! That's the bell! She cheered, helping me out of my seat. "What does you schedule day third class is?" I took out the white paper Yamamoto had given me. "Under number three, it says Hitsugaya," Rukia cheered some more. "Awesome! We've got class together. Oh, by the way, I'm Rukia Kuchiki, the year two class president. Let's have a good year together!"
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No human being could ever understand the feeling of walking into a classroom filled with strangers. It makes you want to disappear in thin air. Well, that was hard for me to do since I decided walk into class with the class president herself. "Listen up, you shitty maggots!" she exclaimed as soon as we walked in the room. "This is my new friend and new student Uryu Ishida! If any of you mistreat him in any way, you'll have to deal with the wrath of my foot in your ass!" she growled at the class. If their attention wasn't on me before, it was now. A few whispers spread across the room. They were saying things like "That's a he?" and "Why is he wearing a skirt?". The noise stopped when a round man with white hair... wait a minute. Don't I know him? Anyways, the man cleared his throat and the noise stopped. "Ishida?" he mumbled. Then, something must've clicked in his head because his icy blue eyes went wide. "You're Hime's son! I remember you!" he squealed a little. "HIME?" the class screamed in shock. The round man pulled me into tight hug. "It's good to the Kurosaki Hime's son in my class! You can sit in front Ichigo, the second Kurosaki, over there!" I swear my heart stopped. Ichigo... Kurosaki is in this class? Where? Where is he?
Ichigo's POV
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Uryu Ishida... is too beautiful to be man. His body is so slender and the way that skirt hugs his waist is criminal. I was right, though. He is the same pretty boy from before. "Hey, Ichigo!" I snapped out of my thoughts and stood up. "Yes, Toshiro-san!" I saluted. Toshiro growled. "That's Hitsugaya-sensei to you!" I don't know why he tries, I'll never call him that. "Anyways, Uryu, your seat is in front of that orange wannabe adonis," he mumbled. Uryu walked towards me and I swear my heart was an the verge of exploding. Renji nudged my arm, stopping from drooling over him. "Isn't that the guy from yesterday?" he whispered. I nodded. "Who knew he was a fag, right?" My eyebrow arched at that. I've always had a feeling that Renji was gay, but that just proved my suspicion. He was ogling Uryu's ass in the way I wanted to. Not to mention he seemed a little too excited when he found out that he might be gay. "Yeah, I know right," I mumbled back. "That skirt doesn't really fit him well." Translation: That ass is nice. "Not really," Translation: Hell yes!