Chapter One
Unwelcome Students
It was a beautiful day. Asano Keigo skipped past the Karakura High School gate, doing a little twirl, bonking into an annoyed Ichigo. He pranced over to fling his arms over Mizuiro and Ichigo with a "Good morning, my friends! Today is another day of charming beautiful ladies!"
Mizuiro smiled and turned to Ichigo. "You came to school today," he said.
Ichigo had a brooding expression.
Keigo inhaled deeply, hoping to catch the fresh scent of pretty girls (the kind with the slim legs and ample bust). Cute girls with large, bright eyes and tiny frames. Pretty girls with heart faces and cherry-bud lips. Beautiful girls with confident strides and long hair to toss behind their shoulders…
There was an abrupt halt to Keigo's daydream as the entire schoolyard fell quiet. All the students parted to make a path as a group approached the school, walking in fast strides.
Leading the group was a scowling boy with his crimson hair in a high ponytail and the most outrageous tattoos. At his right was another weird boy with a look of pure happiness as he gazed into his handmirror, curling his feathered eyebrow. Next to the peacock boy was a golden-haired girl with breasts that could outmatch Orihime's. She peered around, hand cupped over her eyes, as she searched through the crowd. Supporting the back was a tall boy with a shiny, bald head. He glowered whenever students stared at the reflective surface of his bald head, pointing his wooden sword at them.
"Captain Hitsugaya is in the elementary building, right?" Renji asked. "We got a phone call about how he was ditching every class."
Rangiku perked up. "Ichigo!" she called out, waving at them.
Ichigo turned his head the other way, wishing as hard as he could that they might overlook him.
"Rangiku-sama!" Keigo squealed, rushing over with his hands out, ready to grope.
Rangiku karate-chopped him in the face.
This was the new group that had transferred over to Karakura High a few weeks ago. From the beginning, they seemed to be well-acquainted with Kurosaki-kun, who tried to avoid them as much as possible.
But what was even stranger than the transfer students were the students who suddenly appeared at school one day. No one noticed their unexplained appearance. All the other students acknowledged their existence as if they had been here all along.
All except for a few. Ichigo had noticed it; the day they first appeared at school, he reacted with shock, but immediately set up a wary countenance. Even a few others like Inoue Orihime, Chad, maybe Tatsuki, and Ishida Uryuu (who had nearly jumped out of his seat) knew something was wrong.
Keigo sat frozen in his seat, cold sweat trickling down his back. Behind him was one of the "new students." Feet on the desk, indoor shoes loosely worn, leaning back against his chair, was a blue-haired boy with matching blue eyes and markings. His shirt was unbuttoned and crusted with dark stuff (which Keigo suspected as dried blood), his tie was missing, and his pant legs rolled up. Keigo had never seen him before in his entire life but when he asked his classmate who the blue-haired boy was, the other boy quaked.
"You don't know Grimmjaw Jeagerjacques?" the boy hissed. "He's number one at our school—in the whole district! Even the teachers are scared of him."
Keigo looked at Grimmjaw with newfound terror.
Grimmjaw, though, was never in class. Others speculated he was either smoking in the school backyard or beating up delinquents from other schools. But in the rare occasion he was in class, he could hardly sit still. He would always be crumpling up old homework and throwing note wads with LET'S FIGHT written in bad penmanship at Ichigo, who automatically deflected the paper balls with his notebook.
Two seats across from Grimmjaw, at the end corner of the room was another "new student." A black-haired boy with acid-green eyes and tear-like markings running down his face sat at his seat, speaking not a single word. He had a deadpan expression that rarely changed and like the other "new students," he was avoided by the student population. Whenever someone dared to approach him, he'd glance at them once and then utter one word,
"Trash."
"Ulquiorra Schiffer?" said the same classmate. "You don't remember him either? He's that genius who transferred from Germany last year."
Keigo learned to remember the name Ulquiorra Schiffer. That was the name situated at the very top when the examination rankings were posted. Right above Ishida Uryuu, who sank to the ground in defeat when he saw the results.
At the moment, Ulquiorra was reading a book, turning the pages slowly with his long pale fingers. Keigo craned his neck to see what Ulquiorra was reading.
The Prince by Machiavelli.
Keigo edged his seat away from Ulquiorra, especially when the latter took out a thin notebook and pen to start writing notes.
The class Ulquiorra was paying no attention to was useless anyways. Ichimaru-sensei taught first period, though everyone called him "Gin-sensei" (except Ichigo, who called him "Kitsune-sensei"). Gin-sensei, a silver-haired thin man with slitted eyes and a Grinch-like grin that spread from ear to ear, came to Karakura High as a substitute teacher when the previous math teacher was in a "mysterious accident." But rather than teaching calculus, Gin-sensei announced on the first day, "Yeah, so the subject I'll be teaching is Life."
He spent most of his time mocking the students, provoking reactions from them, and then analyzing their reactions.
Next period, Grimmjaw had ditched class, since it was Kuchiki-sensei's class. Japanese History was probably the most intense class. Kuchiki-sensei was infamous for his murderous tests and his harshness towards breaking school rules. But despite his apathetic attitude, he was voted as "the most stalked by high schoolgirls."
Most recently, Keigo learned Kuchiki-sensei was Rukia's older brother.
They have to be siblings, Keigo thought, staring at the amoeba-like pictures Kuchiki-sensei was drawing on the chalkboard with a most serious expression. Rukia earnestly copied down the drawings with starry eyes.
After much prodding by his desperate classmates, Ichigo called out, "Byakuya, it's time for lunch."
Kuchiki-sensei turned around and flung a chalk at Ichigo, who caught it between his palms. "It's Kuchiki-sensei," he said. "And you have a minute left until lunch."
"The clock's wrong."
Kuchiki-sensei pulled back his sleeve to see his watch. After staring at the watch for a long moment, he placed the textbook on his desk. "Class dismissed."
Disclaimer: (forgot to add this the first time) No owning Bleach here.