• • •
"I can't freaking believe this! Do you guys have any idea of what you've done?!"
We were all called to the principal's office not too long ago. It was the day after the whole 'Ghost Bust' episode last night. Not only were Ichigo and Rukia called, because they were the ones that actually appeared on live TV, but Tatsuki, Orihime, Keigo, Mizuiro, Chad, and I were all called in as well.
"Take a look at this! It's an image that aired nationwide from a live broadcast TV show that filmed in our town yesterday! Nationwide!" The buffed up gym teacher yelled as he pressed a button on a remote that place Ichigo's face of a large screen from a projector behind the principal. "Well, then? Kurosaki, do you have anything to say when you look at this? Hmm?"
Kagine-Sensei walked over to Ichigo, looking him straight in the eye.
"…He looks a lot like me, doesn't he?" Ichigo asked.
"Every inch of him is you, moron!" Kagine-Sensei exploded in anger, a vein popping out on his forehead.
I bit my lip, trying to hold back my laughter.
Alas, it was no use.
"You find this amusing, Kokawa?" Kagine-Sensei questioned, rotating his body so that he was in front of me and glaring.
"Eh?" I asked, shocked. "Well, I was just thinking to myself, that isn't a very good picture of him to go nationwide with. Personally, I would have suggested that he was filmed from the other side."
"Why you!"
"It's my twin brother, separated at birth." Ichigo piped in, trying to draw Kagine-Sensei away from me; which worked. "Indeed, I never thought that we would be reunited this way."
"You… seriously underestimate teachers…" Kagine-Sensei muttered, at a loss for words. Weren't students afraid of his bulky form anymore? He shook his head, rounding on us all once more. "With this image going around, do you know how much shame you have brought to this school?!"
"Kagine-Sensei?" Tatsuki asked, raising her hand.
"What is it, Arisawa?" Kagine-Sensei asked, his grip on Ichigo's shirt loosening a bit as he turned to look at Tatsuki.
"I understand you called us here because Kurosaki-Kun and Kuchiki-San appeared on TV, but… I think that there was no reason for you to call for Inoue-San, Kokawa-San, and me!" Tatsuki reasoned, placing a hand on her hip.
"But… you girls were with him!" Kagine-Sensei sputtered.
"Unintentionally!" Tatsuki glared, "While we were on our way there, we just ran into Kuchiki-San, who the guys invited, so we have nothing to do with it!"
"It's a lie~!" Keigo cried out, distraught. "I invited Inoue-San, Arisawa-San, and Kokawa-San!"
Tatsuki shook her head with a deadpan expression, "Please don't place your trust in him. He is prone to delusions."
"..Tatsuki and Jun, you're only going to save yourselves, huh?" Ichigo asked, shooting us a light glare.
Tatsuki and I laughed, making faces at him. Orihime fluttered about, not knowing what to do.
"For that reason, we'll be heading back to the classroom." Tatsuki said as she walked over to the door, "Let's go, Orihime, Jun!"
"Ah, me too~!" Keigo cried, latching on to my wrist and trying to escape with me. However, Kagine-Sensei grabbed Keigo by the back of his shirt and pulled him back. I was forced back as well, almost tripping over my own feet.
"Not you!" Kagine-Sensei yelled at Keigo, before his eyes trailed down to me as well, "Or you either, Kokawa!"
"Why not?!" I asked, huffing and crossing my arms.
"Yeah!" Keigo agreed with me, "I was only with Ichigo!"
"It's because you both were with him! You both didn't try anything to stop Kurosaki, even though you were with him, so you both are to blame, too!"
"What in the world could I do to stop Kurosaki-Kun?" I asked, glaring up at Kagine-Sensei as he grabbed the front of Keigo's uniform and glared at us. "Look how much taller he is than me; how could I possibly overpower him and force him to do anything?"
"That's not the point! You didn't even try!"
"How do you know, eh? Were you there?" I argued back, hands placed on my hips.
Cue the glaring match ensuing between Kagine-Sensei and me.
"I'm so sorry. All of this is because… I couldn't stop Kurosaki-Kun." Rukia blubbered, pretending to cry. "At that time, I was the one closest to Kurosaki… When he jumped in, I had to stop him. I even raised my voice, which is quite unlike me. However, Kurosaki-Kun wouldn't even listen to my voice like that…"
"Oh, uhh… Don't cry, Kuchiki!" Kagine-Sensei stuttered; he was a manly man. He didn't know how to handle girls and tears. Rukia pulled out a handkerchief, pretending to cry in it.
Everyone ran towards the open window, Ichigo dragging me over as well because I was too busy watching Rukia try to act. Chad helped me step out and over the window, with him, Ichigo, Keigo, and Mizuiro quickly following behind us.
What surprised me the most was the fact that the principal and Ochi-Sensei didn't say anything to us when we were making our escape. They seemed like they were okay with it!
"Hey, wait you guys!" Kagine-Sensei yelled as he rushed over to the window, leaning out of it as he watched us run off.
• • •
"Oh man, we made a clean escape… and live happily ever after~!" Keigo cheered, "And every bit of it was alllll thanks to Kuchiki-San~!"
"Oh my; it wasn't much, really." Rukia gushed, pretending to hide a blush behind her hands.
"Moron, don't praise her!" Ichigo snapped. "She was going to sell me out."
"But it's thanks to Rukia's acting that we were able to escape, yourself included." I chimed in, grinning.
"That's right. I was acting! I would never do such a thing as to sell out my friend Kurosaki-Kun." Rukia mocked, smirking.
"…Bitch…" Ichigo muttered, glaring at the small violet eyed girl.
"But, it's such a shame. After all, if they were going to get mad at me all the same, I should have done something noticeable and got on camera, too." Tatsuki mused as she stretched her arms out. "Then I'd show off my sweet voice and get scouted to be a singer!"
"Cut it out." Keigo laughed. "The announcer would just talk over you like he did with Ichigo, so your voice wouldn't have been heard. Hey, Ichigo! You were unlucky in that area. Couldn't shout over it." Keigo teased, throwing a hand on Ichigo's shoulder as he laughed.
"Y-Yeah, that's true." Ichigo muttered, a deadpan expression on his face which caused me to laugh.
"Although, it should have been Jun that got on TV." Tatsuki added, nodding to herself as she thought about it. "You probably could have found a time when the announcer wasn't talking, and then maybe you could have been found by a talent group! After all, didn't you say that you wanted to be a singer?"
"Oh," I paused, lightly laughing. "You actually remembered my art project?"
"Yep! You said that you wouldn't mind being a singer someday!" Orihime piped in, grinning. "Although you should be an artist, instead."
"I'm that that great, Orihime." I giggled, rolling my eyes.
"You are too!" Orihime argued back, hands on her hips. "You got a perfect score on that project, didn't you?"
"Well, yeah." I nodded. "I got a perfect score. But didn't everyone?"
"No! I had to re-do mine!" She wailed, pouting. "Sensei didn't like mine, even though I thought that it was perfect!"
We all laughed at her, walking around as a group. It was nice spending time together like this.
"Oh! I have an idea!" Orihime suddenly yelled, breaking up all of the other side conversations as everyone focused their attention to her. "Jun-Chan, why don't you sing at the Summer Festival? There's a stage and everything! It'd be so cool~!"
"Sorry to disappoint you, but I don't like singing in front of other people. I even told you that already. I have terrible stage fright." I explained, shaking my head from side to side.
"But I want to hear you sing, Jun-Chan!" Orihime wailed, pouting.
"Jun, you did promise that you'd let us hear you sing. Remember that?" Tatsuki added, a wicked grin spreading across her face.
"Okay," I mumbled, glaring at the tomboy. "You caught me. I promised that you and Orihime would be able to hear me sing sometime. I didn't promise anything about singing in front of a huge crowd at a summer festival..!"
"Details, details." Tatsuki mused, waving her hand off to the side. "It doesn't matter, as long as we get to hear you sing."
"That's right! And we'll even sing with you! It'll be so much fun; we can do a group thing!" Orihime gushed, grinning as she clasped her hands in front of her and her eyes sparkled.
"Um, I guess I'll think about it…" I feebly said, lightly scratching the back of my head. I guess it wouldn't be that bad if they were all up there too. At least we'd all be making fools out of ourselves together..!
"So that means that you're coming to the festival, right?" Keigo asked, his eyes sparkling.
"Sure. I've never been to one before, so I guess it'll be fun. I'm not sure what to expect, but with you guys there it's bound to be memorable." I laughed.
"You've never been to a festival before?" Tatsuki asked, surprised. "Have you even seen fireworks, then?"
"This will be my first festival, if I go. But, I have seen fireworks before. They loved to fire them off during the winter when I moved overseas for a few years." I explained, thinking back to the beautiful colors flashing in the sky during the winters in Soul Society. It'd snow and be all cold, but everyone would find themselves sitting on the rooftop of their division to watch the fireworks shoot off.
"Winter fireworks?" Tatsuki questioned, "They're much better in the summer. It's all nice and warm out then. You can lie back on the grass and just enjoy yourself."
"That does sound good; I never really liked the cold, but I would brave it to go and watch the fireworks." I explained, grinning. "Alright, that settles it. I'll go to the festival. It should be a lot of fun, right?"
Everyone laughed, excitedly trying to tell me their favorite parts of the festival. I missed the confused look that crossed Tatsuki's face; she had seen Ichigo's eyes turn surprisingly soft and caring. She didn't know what caused the sudden change until she followed his gaze and looked at me. I was smiling and laughing as Keigo and Mizuiro were animatedly talking about their favorite parts of the festival. Keigo was just beginning to tell me what kind of yukata I needed to wear as we came to an intersection.
"I'll see you guys later, alright?" I asked, smiling as I waved at everyone.
"But, wait. Don't you live that way?" Orihime asked, pointing in the direction that the group was going to take.
Nodding, I grinned. "Yeah, I do. But I've got to meet someone."
"Ooh, who?" Mizuiro asked, curious.
Laughing, I shook my head. "It's nothing like that. It's just a close family friend."
"Alright, we'll see you tomorrow." Tatsuki nodded, waving back as well.
Off to the Urahara Shoten to kill a couple of hours, like I did every other day.
• • •
Why does Urahara keep me so busy whenever I go to check up on everyone at the shoten? I mean, it's only polite to ask if they need anything done. And somehow they pile all this work on top of me.
I sighed, shaking my head as I stretched. Not only did I have to do all that work at Urahara's, but I also had homework that I had to do. Well, it wasn't so much homework as doing stuff that we were told would be on our finals. Scowling, I reached for my math book and flipped it open to the right page. I made sure I had my calculator and a pencil with a good eraser before I began looking at the problems.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
"Really, now?" I questioned out loud, reaching for my phone that was lying on my desk next to my book. "Another order? Why can't it ever wait?"
With a sigh, I quickly unlocked my phone and waited for the order to load. "Well, at least it's close. Paku! Come in here, please!"
"Yes, Jun-Sama~!" The panda plushie called out, running over to me from her spot on my couch. She had been watching some TV program.
"It's another Hollow," I informed her, bending down to her level on the ground. Paku nodded, closing her eyes as I reached in her mouth to retrieve the bright green pill.
I dusted it off on my shirt before I popped it into my mouth, feeling my soul separate from my body.
"Just do what you want until I get back." I ordered, watching as Paku saluted to me from my body. I sweat dropped, laughing. "And please, no more salutes? It's kind of creepy watching me salute me…"
I waved at her, phasing through the walls of my apartment as I searched for the Hollows reiatsu. My sandal covered feet lightly landed on the concrete sidewalk outside of my apartment, and I looked up at the Kurosaki Clinic.
Ichigo probably didn't know about the order; after all, it seemed like it was just a small fry anyway. There was no need for me to get him for this. I hoped Rukia wouldn't drag him out for nothing, I could handle this one. I could be nice if I wanted to; well, if nobody caught me that is.
I pinpointed the Hollows reiatsu once more, taking to jumping from rooftop to rooftop. I enjoyed navigating by rooftops; it reminded me of the Soul Society. That place was so maze like that you'd only be able to find your way around if you used the roofs.
I blinked, slowing down.
Wait..!
Did the Hollows reiatsu…disappear?
Narrowing my eyes, I flash stepped to the area where I had last sensed the Hollows presence.
I found myself in a semi-dark alleyway, which is where the order told me to be. I could faintly feel traces of a Hollows reiatsu there, but it was clear that the Hollow was long gone.
"This doesn't make any sense." I muttered to myself as I reached for my phone. "Even my phone is saying that there are no current orders. Then again, how many times this week has this already happened..?"
Glaring at the alleyway, I huffed.
"Jun?"
I whipped around at the sound of my name, hand instantly going to the hilt of Ankoku-Tatsu in case I needed her assistance. However, I soon relaxed as I saw that familiar mop of orange hair. "Oh, it's just you…"
"Did you already take care of that Hollow?" Ichigo asked, sheathing his Zanpakuto once he saw that he wouldn't need it.
"No, it was gone again before I got here." I explained as I once more glared at the brick walls of the alleyway.
"Gone? Again?" Ichigo echoed, turning to Rukia and glaring at her as she was dragging his body behind her. "How many times has this already happened since this week began? Is that cell phone broken?!"
"No! It most certainly is odd, though…" Rukia mumbled as she clicked away on her phone.
"Wait, my phone gets the orders, too. They couldn't both be broken, could they?" I asked, as I took my own phone out and inspected it. "I mean, I've been doing my best not to drop it or anything. So it should be fine…"
"Well, give me a break! I'm in the middle of exams right now!" Ichigo yelled at the powerless Shinigami beside him, his cinnamon tinted orbs narrowing.
"It's-It's the same as me!" Rukia argued back, "Besides, Jun has exams too! And you don't hear her complaining!"
"But it's because of those stupid machines being broken!" Ichigo growled, crossing his arms.
"We told you," Rukia yelled back, "They can't possibly be broken..!"
"Well, what? Are you saying that there's another Shinigami around here? And that guy is going around defeating Hollows before we do?" Ichigo asked, causing me to think.
Of course, it couldn't be a Shinigami.
I would have felt their reiatsu if another Shinigami was near; besides, I sensed no other Shinigami nearby. So, if it wasn't a Shinigami…what could it be?
It couldn't be…could it?
"Er, no…" Rukia hedged, blinking. "Shinigami are strictly sorted into different districts, so that's not it… I think…"
"WAHH~!"
I blinked; did a really fat ghost just try to fling himself towards me? I didn't even see him around before…
"I was sho shcared~! I was really, really shcared! Thank you sho much~!" The ghost exclaimed, lisp heavily present. However, Ichigo managed to quickly stand in front of me and kick the fat ghost back, forcing him away.
"So tell that to the guy who saved you!" Ichigo yelled in frustration as he ground his foot down on the fat ghosts back.
"Wa-wait, Ichigo!" Rukia exclaimed, quickly running over to our side. "Just now you said you were 'scared'! So that means there really was a Hollow here, right?! Tell us! Who defeated the Hollow and helped you?! What kind of guy saved you?!"
The spirit blinked its eyes from behind its thick glasses. "I got shcared and closed my eyes, sho I don't know…"
The aura of just plain anger and frustration fell over Ichigo, Rukia, and I. Spirit dude cowered in fear as all of our eyes became shadowed, our fists shaking at our sides.
"Eeep?!" The spirit squealed, "I-I-I… I'm shorry~! I don't know what's going on, but I'm shorry! In apology, I'll give you my treasured 'Magical Girl Megaron' figurine, sho please go easy on me!" Spirit man cried, holding out his treasured figurine.
Drawing back his fist, Ichigo let it fly; successfully punching its head off.
Of the figurine, that is. Not the spirit.
Rukia would have killed him if he had punched the spirit's head off.
"Megaron~!" The spirit man wailed, clutched what was left of its body to his chest as tears ran down his face.
"Alright. Konso time; let's do it." Ichigo ordered, withdrawing his huge Zanpakuto and scaring the spirit even further.
"Aah?! What'sh a konsho?! You gonna stab me with that shword?!" The spirit asked, cowering back into his corner in the alleyway.
I felt my muscles freeze; that small bit of reiatsu…
I know I've felt it before.
But, where was it coming from?
"What's wrong?" Rukia asked, eyebrows furrowing as her violet orbs took in my rigid muscles.
"It's nothing. I just thought…" I trailed off, shaking my head and smiling a bit. "Never mind. It's nothing to worry about."
• • •
"It's over~!" Keigo exclaimed, throwing his hands up into the air and releasing his pencil. After his bright cheer, he fell onto his desk with an audible thump. "And I'm dead~!"
"Looks like crap," Mizuiro said, smiling. He was passing back the results of the finals, "Well, I'm no better."
"Quit worrying." Ichigo ordered, slinging his bag over his shoulder as he stood up. "Final exams don't hold a lot of meaning in one's life."
"Well said! That's our Ichigo! Let's share the pain of being morons~!" Keigo wailed, flinging himself towards the strawberry. "We are friends for life~!"
"…Well, it's better to say such things after the test results come in." Mizuiro advised, sheepishly grinning.
Groaning, I nuzzled my face further into my arms. Finally I had learned the secret to comfortably laying on your desk..! But… Those guys were way too loud! I couldn't get a wink of sleep with them chattering and exclaiming things...
"Jun-Kun wouldn't betray us, either~!" Keigo mused, instantly appearing in front of my desk. I jumped at his loud voice, squealing in surprise.
"K-Keigo~! Don't scare me like that..!" I whined, my hand over my heart as I glared at the loud male. Once my heart rate returned to normal, I dropped my glare and sighed. "Now, what were you talking about?"
"Oh! I was talking about finals! I did horrible, I just know it~!" Keigo whined, tears streaming down his face once more. "I also know that Ichigo and you wouldn't betray Mizuiro or me, either!" All previous traces of his tears vanished, as he cheesily grinned and threw his arm around my shoulder. I rolled my eyes, but let his arm stay there.
"Well," Mizuiro mused, sheepishly chuckling as he walked over to Keigo and me. And, I didn't blame him. We could all almost feel the heat of anger radiating off of Ichigo for some reason. "It's better to say such things after the results are in, Keigo."
"What do you mean?" Keigo asked, exchanging confused looks with me. I merely shrugged; I didn't know anything about when the results would be coming in. After all, these were the first finals that I'd ever taken in the World of the Living.
"Here; these are the mid-term standings." Mizuiro answered, pulling out a copy, seemingly from out of nowhere.
"C'mon," Keigo said, rolling his eyes as he walked over to Mizuiro and snatched the paper. "Only the top fifty in our grade are on this. It's not like Ichigo would be listed…here…"
Blinking, I grinned as I watched Keigo's face dramatically change.
Keigo froze for a second. Then, his eyes bugged out and his jaw dropped. "EEEHHH?!"
Everyone around jumped from Keigo's roar, giving us all strange looks for associating with him.
"Ei, ei, ei, eighteenth?! You-You-You're eighteenth in our grade?! Out of all three-hundred-twenty-two Freshmen, you scored eighteenth?!" Keigo screamed, face frozen in horror before tears began streaming down his face. "No way! How did you reach that place?!"
"I don't do clubs, so I study at home." Ichigo explained with an expressionless face; even his trademark scowl was gone.
"That shouldn't be! I invited you tons of times to hang out!" Keigo yelled, jumping away from Ichigo and accusingly pointing at him; tears still streaming from his eyes. "I see! You frequently turned down my invitations for this kind of treachery!" Clutching his fist, Keigo looked determined. However, then he began running around the group. In circles; arms up in the air as he wildly gestured. "While we were playing around outside like idiots, you retreated to your room alone and studied hard without saying anything. You fiend! You damn nerd!"
"Um, is this normal?" I asked Mizuiro, slightly looking up at the male. Mizuiro was close to my height, but he was still a bit taller.
Mizuiro and I watched as Keigo seemed to pull a pair of thick, wide rimmed circular nerdy glasses from out of his desk. Running up to Ichigo, he presented him with the glasses, only for Ichigo to punch him in the face and break the glasses in two.
"Yeah, for Keigo it is." Mizuiro sheepishly laughed.
Ichigo walked over to us trying to get away from Keigo, who was currently curled into a ball on the floor and wailing as he clutched his face.
"But even so, you're pretty good at studying, Ichigo." Mizuiro complimented the berry, leaning around me to stare up at him. I also looked up at Ichigo, nodding in agreement with Mizuiro's statement.
"Well, this orange hair is a lot of trouble, really." Ichigo said, grabbing a piece of his hair as he looked up at it. "No matter how many times I say it's my natural color, the Upperclassmen pick fights with me. And the teacher's keep an eye peeled on me. I'm in a no good situation. I'm short tempered, so if someone picks a fight with me, I can't help fighting back. When the teacher's falsely accuse me, I rebel. And that gives them another reason to accuse me of having a bad attitude. I'm weary of that stuff, so I raised my grades. For the time being, the faculty doesn't come to say anything to me provided that my grades are good. That's the reason why I study."
"I see," Mizuiro mused, his eyes softening. "It seems like… That's a lot of problems. Even for you."
"Not really," Ichigo shrugged it off, as he turned towards the windows and looked outside. "I'm used to it."
Keigo had crawled back over to us, taking a seat next to me on the floor. I was a bit weary, wondering if he was going to look up my skirt. So, I leaned back on a nearby desk and crossed my legs. However, I found that my eyes couldn't stay away from Ichigo's back for long; I couldn't stop my own eyes from softening like Mizuiro's had.
I knew what Ichigo was talking about. I mean, I could understand where he was coming from; to a certain extent. I never really had to worry about actual teachers and bullies… In the Shino Academy there were people who found my style odd. Of course, I had multiple piercings and a weird style. That was before I added the weird colors to my hair. But, I always stuck out. People didn't want to befriend someone unlike themselves. The teachers also kept a close eye on me; at first I thought it was just because I was a human. That might have had some influence on it, but I then realize that it was probably because of my style. Nobody really tended to say anything about it to me, to my face I mean, but I do receive a lot of stares and whispers whenever I go anywhere.
"For you, I give this nerdy headband as a pres-"
I was brought out of my thoughts as Keigo held a headband to his forehead, rushing towards Ichigo again. It was a normal white headband, but the center had the kanji for 'pass' on it.
Ichigo rolled his eyes, before grabbing a pair of scissors off of a nearby desk. With a simple snip, he cut through the headband; also managing to cut Keigo's forehead.
"Well, it looks like Ichigo isn't the only one that made it on the list." Mizuiro said as he scanned through the names on the list, a grin working its way onto his face.
"What do you mean?" I asked, blinking out of curiosity as I scooted my way over to the dark haired teen. I coyly tried to peek over his shoulder at the names on the paper.
"You made it on the list, too!" Mizuiro proudly announced, grinning at me. He turned the page towards me, his finger pointing out my name.
Number twenty-one: Kokawa Junko
"Wow; I actually made twenty-first?" I asked, rapidly blinking as I looked at the number beside my name.
"WHAT?!" Keigo boomed, startling me once more as he rapidly appeared on my other side and screamed in my ear. "You betrayed me too?!"
"Haha, I guess so." I laughed, grinning from ear to ear. "I was really just so tired that I couldn't see what I was bubbling in. So, I think it must be a miss-print. Either that or I got really lucky."
"Nonsense!" Mizuiro tisked, shaking his head as he smiled. He then raised a hand and brought it up to rest on top of my head. "You're smart."
"Hehe, thanks~!" I mused, looking up and smiling at Mizuiro. However, then I sighed, shaking my head. "But I can't believe that Ichigo's smarter than I am!"
"Ichigo?" Mizuiro questioned, eyes twinkling mischievously.
"Oh, um…" I trailed off, fearing that my cover was blown. "Have you guys seen Rukia? I haven't seen her in a while…"
"I haven't seen Kuchiki-San today…" Mizuiro thought out loud, making me sigh in relief; he had bought my random change of topic. "Have you Ichigo?"
"…Why are you asking me?" Ichigo asked, looking at Mizuiro dumbly as he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the window. "If anyone here would know, it'd be Jun. If she doesn't know where she's at then there's no way that I'd know."
"Well, that's true." Mizuiro grinned, walking over and leaning on the wall beside Ichigo. He looked up at the berry with a sly smile. "The three of you guys are always together."
"How should I know?" Ichigo huffed, looking away from Mizuiro and catching my gaze for a second. He huffed once more, turning away. "Since the recent TV incident, people around me are giving me creepy glances. In school, I'm trying to keep away from Rukia and Jun."
"Hey!" I exclaimed, huffing as I glared at the berry. "I haven't noticed any weird looks. Besides, if you want me gone then you could've just said something."
"Idiot, it's not that simple." Ichigo muttered crossing his arms as his cheeks flared up a bit. "Before I knew it, rumors escalated about whether we did it or not."
"It?" I questioned, innocently. I blinked a few times at the incredulous look that the three guys were giving me.
I sat in silence for a few seconds, the gears in my brain turning.
Ohhhh. That 'it'. "Disgusting, you guys!" I exclaimed, jumping up to my full height as my eyes widened and I felt the heat flood to my face.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
I felt my eyes widen as my phone went off. Quickly, I reached down my front pocket, withdrawing it.
My eyes narrowed once I saw the screen.
"Ichi-" I exclaimed, catching myself this time, "Kurosaki! Come with me for a second~!"
I ran over to the strawberry, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and began running out of the classroom.
"Idiot," Ichigo hissed. "Let me go! You know that there are already strange rumors going on about us!"
"I don't care; it's a Hollow!" I muttered, shaking my head as I shot a glare back at him. "We need to get to this one before anything else does!"
"Ichigo! Jun!" Rukia yelled, running over to us as well. "Hurry up!"
Rukia proceeded to grab my sleeve and Ichigo's sleeve, dragging us both behind her. For such a small person, I was amazed that she could drag both of us behind her.
However, as we were being dragged along, Ichigo managed to bump into another student. I was about to apologize to him as we were being pulled away, only to pause as I took in his appearance.
It couldn't really be him… could it?
But, I'd know that dark hair and those glasses anywhere.
Narrowing my eyes towards the figure, I glared at his back.
Of course, he was too 'cool' to have said anything to any of us.
"I really won't forgive you two if it's not here this time!"
"We know; shut up and be quiet!"
Needless to say, the Hollow wasn't there.
Again.