Ichigo sat at his desk, drumming his fingers against the wood, and stared blatantly out the window. It was the last week in senior year and the teacher insisted on droning on about algebraic equations and shit like that. She also took it upon herself to tell them not to have sex without protection, and other worthless things that made the class titter and fidget. Yeah right. Ichigo snorted. Like he'd ever have to worry about that…he'd never even had a boyfriend!

Ichigo scowled furiously out the window, it was an ugly day; the sky was a black as hell and the rain poured down by the bucket full. It could have been 10:00 at night for all he knew. The bell rang, signaling the end of another pointless day. He rose and stretched; his mind awakening from its deep slumber. He swung his school bag over his shoulder and slouched out the door and into the sheets of icy rain. Growling to himself he stomped along a rarely used path towards home.

He almost never took his path because to trailed close to the slums. Bad, cruel, evil people lived there and, while Ichigo wasn't afraid of them, he still got paranoid every time he went near the place. Gritting his teeth the teen sloshed his way down the narrow road, a feeling of claustrophobia creeping in as a wall set in, separating him from his town. On his left was the slums, and he could almost see the gleaming eyes of the starved people and animals there…Ichigo shuddered and began briskly walking forward, all his senses trained on getting out of there fast. So of course he didn't hear the car until it was right on top of him.

A shrieking horn split the watery silence and Ichigo whipped around, bright headlights filling his vision as he braced himself for impact…but it came from the left of him instead of the front.

Ichigo was slammed against the wall with something heavy and wet pressing against him as he heard the car tires squeal, and then felt the spray of water as the intoxicated driver swerved past them. Ichigo was shaking and felt the person on top of him do the same.

"What the fuck is the matter with you!" came a snarl from the body against him, "You coulda died, dickweed!"

Ichigo blinked and stared upwards into piercing, molten gold eyes, the strangest eyes he'd ever seen. The whites of his eyes were the darkest black he'd ever seen, while the iris was a melting gold. The teen was his height, with snow white hair that glowed dimly in the harsh street light and alabaster skin. He wore tight, ripped, filthy jeans, a ratty gray tee-shirt and a well used black sweatshirt. "W-who are you?"

"Hichigo Shirosaki." The teen snapped, pushing himself away from the orange haired teen. "You?"

"Ichigo Kurosaki." The drenched teen answered.

"Ichigo…" the pale gangster looking teen said, "be more careful or ya'll be roadkill!" he bared his teeth in a surprisingly white grin, sharp incisors shining in the lamp light. He turned away and began walking through the mud and rubbish toward the slums.

"W-wait!" Ichigo cried, stumbling after the mysterious person, "Hichigo!"

"Wha?" Hichigo griped, staring over his shoulder.

Ichigo stumbled to a halt, blinking rain out of his eyes, "C-can…I see you again? Sometime?" Ichigo blushed furiously, glad the darkness and rain where hiding his face, "Y-you know…too thank you…and stuff…"

Hichigo shrugged, "Sure, I'll be around here."

Ichigo brightened, "Great! So…I'll see you?"

"Yeah." And with that Hichigo disappeared, the shadows eating up his retreating form.