Extended Summary:
Kiyoko Urahara is your average sixteen year old. He has decent grades, a good social life and an alright relationship with his family with the one let down... every night he has dreams.
The recurring dreams, although not always bad, make their presence over Kiyoko causing the boy to often be lost in his own head. However, as the spring months near, the boy's dreams take a turn for the worse bringing with them insomina and paranoia.
Enter Mikayla Madarame. A sixteen year old transfer student with more secrets than she is letting on. With Kiyoko's dreams spiralling and his health slowly deteriorating, the pair find themselves getting closer as they search to discover the true cause of his ever present nightmares.
(this story can also be found on Wattpad under the same name)
This is the Transfer Student Arc and takes place in the months of April and early May (before Rukia meets Ichigo)
To say that Kiyoko Urahara was running late would be an understatement.
That morning itself had been one mistake made after the other as the blonde male had not only managed to somehow forget his bag but also had misplaced his jacket, meaning over fifteen minutes were spent looking for both items. This, alongside the fact that he had only been able to shovel half a bowl of cereal down his throat, meant that Kiyoko was now late (well later than usual if he were being honest) and was desperately trying to work his way through the endless sea of students.
In his rush, Kiyoko completely missed the person in front of him, causing him to bump into one girl before crashing into someone else's shoulder. With hurried apologies the blonde turned away to continue his rush only to be stopped by the opening of a glass door opening in his face causing the boy to quickly swerve out of the way.
However, the true highlight of the morning was yet to come as Kiyoko took another turn, this time now able to see the door to his classroom only to crash into a tall figure. The fall itself was almost comical as he slipped back onto the ground, falling harshly on his back before groaning loudly in pain. If he were in any other situation Kiyoko would probably giggle and brush himself off. However, it had already been a stressful morning and the sudden crash landing had just managed to become the cherry on top of the cake.
At this point all the blonde wanted to do was crawl back into bed and sleep, school could kiss his ass.
"Shit!"
Next thing Kiyoko knew he was on the floor, hair slightly spilling from the loosely tied ponytail as he slowly stared up at the person who had harshly bumped into him. To his shock, however, the person was not exactly what he was expecting.
In front of him stood a slender female, her hair was long and tied back into a neat bun with two strands left to frame her angular face. From this angle, Kiyoko could tell that she was around three or so inches taller than him with her lean but muscular physique complimenting her height. Her eyes were an almond shape and were a dark whiskey colour that seemed to gaze down at him in a calculating manner as though she were trying to assess the male from his crumpled heap on the floor.
Although the most notable of her characteristics was the freshly pressed uniform with neatly shined shoes, clearly displaying the fact that either the uniform was new or the female herself was new. This was simply easy to spot as even the most tidy of students would have slightly discoloured shirts by now with white socks that were slightly too stretched out whereas this female seemed to have purchased her items only a couple of nights before.
Glancing down at the shorter male, the dark haired female stuck out her hand before looking at him expectantly, "Apologies I should've been looking where I was going,"
"It's…It's alright," he managed to squeak out, voice crackling with nerves as he gently took her hand, allowing her to help pull him up from his crumpled heap on the ground "Are you new here? I haven't seen you before,"
"I'm the new transfer student; Mikayla Madarame. And you are?" she asked, her voice strong and militant as the younger male's eyes softened in understanding before a welcoming glint filled them.
"I'm Kiyoko Urahara, I think you're in my class actually,"
"Urahara? That's impossible," muttered Mikayla, her brows tightly pinching together in confusion as she settled her gaze on the other boy.
The boy in front of her appeared nothing like that of Kisuke Urahara, if anything the pair couldn't be more different if they tried.
The differences were vast and not too far in between. From the long golden blonde hair to the bright amber eyes, the young male carried none of his relative's shaggy sandy hair nor the dark eyes. His skin was also a smooth caramel complexion that complimented the brightness of both his hair and eyes. Although, there were similarities to be viewed. From the straight nose to the way he seemed to carry himself with an air of curiosity. Even the way that he had his hair messily tied back into a low ponytail bore some resemblance to the way Urahara was known to always be rushing about with his hair a mess.
"Do you need help getting there?"
"Pardon?"
"Would you like me to show you where our class is?" asked Kiyoko again, a warm smile stretched across his face as he gestured towards the long corridor filled with students all walking to their assigned classes.
Humming softly in agreement, the taller female nodded her head and gestured for the blonde to lead, watching as he smiled at her gently before beginning the walk to their classroom. The walk itself wasn't overly long, in fact it only took around five minutes, however it was filled with conversation and commentary from the blonde haired teen with his hands pointing and moving with each comment that he gave. On her side, Mikayla found herself hardly having to add anything other than a few hums of agreement to display the fact that she was still acknowledging what he was saying. If anything it was quite peaceful.
"And this is our classroom. Hey, if you want for today you can hang around with my friends. I'm sure they wouldn't mind, if anything Keigo might be too happy to get to talk to a girl that isn't his sister," drabbled Kiyoko as he looked up at Mikayla expectantly, holding the door open for her to walk through as they both entered the half full classroom.
"I'm shocked you are able to get friends with how much you talk,"
"You know, I think I know someone that you will get along great with," laughed the younger male, clearly unoffended as he walked her towards a small group of teenagers.
"Hey, look who finally decided to show up!" remarked one of them, his brown eyes shining with amusement as Kiyoko rolled his eyes at the comment before moving to lean against one of the occupied desks.
"Who's this?"
The sudden question caused all their eyes to turn and stare at the still standing female, her gaze bored as she stared down at the mixture of confused and happy faces.
"This is Mikayla Madarame, the new transfer student," introduced Kiyoko, the ever present warm smile only deepening as she turned to face him fully before moving to look at the rest of his friends.
"These are my friends, Madarame, first we have Keigo Asano,"
This she recognised to be the same male that had greeted Kiyoko. Like the latter his eyes were warm and bubbling with joy, however his eyes held a slightly flirtatious and playful undertone that caused a layer of annoyance to build in the pit of her stomach.
"It's a pleasure," he greeted before winking in her direction.
"Mizuiro Kojima,"
This one appeared more down to earth and calmer than his friend as he offered her a light smile before turning back to talk to Keigo.
"Then Ichigo Kurosaki,"
This time Mikayla found no welcoming greeting nor a welcoming glance, instead in front of her stood a tall lanky male who seemed to be glaring down at her as though her presence was unwanted. Raising an eyebrow in his direction, the black haired female's figure tensed almost in preparation for a challenge as she watched the sixteen-year old slowly assess her like she was an alien. However, before she could vocalise any objections, Kiyoko was gently tugging at her blazer sleeve causing her attention to shift onto the new face that was staring down at her.
"And last but certainly not least, Yasutora Sado," introduced Kiyoko, his voice light and happy as he watched her eyes widen in shock at the height of the male.
The man in front of her had to be at least six foot four and his build hardly suggested that of a high schooler let alone a young sixteen year old. However, Mikayla could tell from the way the blonde haired male was looking at her and by his hands slowly beginning to pick at the end of his shirt that clearly these two meant more to him than the others. Slowly, she nodded her head in greeting before turning to face Kiyoko, who was practically vibrating from his space next to Ichigo.
"Is it alright with you if I sit next to you for this lesson?"
"Y-yeah of course," agreed the smiling boy, openly gesturing toward the desk just in front of his and Ichigo's.
Taking her seat, the dark eyed female watched as the blonde boy turned to face Ichigo and Sado, his eyes briefly flicking between them and her before he fully turned away from her.
…
"She's out of your league," stated Ichigo bordley, staring ahead as he listened to Kiyoko let out a sharp whine before tossing the new transfer student a longing look.
"That's not what you're meant to say, Ichi," whined Kiyoko, a small pout forming as he leaned further onto his friend's desk.
"I'm not going to lie to you, Kiko. She is, anyway, she seems too… moody,"
"Moody? Wait… were you going to call her a bitch?" asked the younger, his eyes now wide in shock as he stared down at the seated male.
"She walked in like she owned the whole building, barely spoke five words, glared at Keigo and I just don't really like her. She gives me bad vibes," shrugged Ichigo, watching as the other male gasped in a mixture of shock or frustration (Ichigo couldn't quite place which) before promptly turning to look at Sado.
"She's not a bitch, she's just a bit reserved. Don't you agree, 'Tora?" asked the blonde, eyes pleading as he looked toward the taller male.
"I suppose," muttered the male, choosing not to mention the fact that he slightly agreed with Ichigo's set of statements.
"Thank you! Just give her a chance, Ichigo," asked Kiyoko before walking away to his seat.
"He likes her already doesn't he?" asked Ichigo, a hand already moving to rub his face as a wave of exhaustion filled him at the thought of all the comments Kiyoko would make in the future if this crush continued.
"You know Kiko, he has a big heart," answered Sado but Ichigo knew what that meant for him.
"You're going to have to listen to him talking about her as well then, I'm not doing it alone again," snapped the orange haired male as he watched the corners of Sado's mouth twitch upwards in a smile.
"We'll see,"