Hello! This is my first Fanfiction so please be nice. :)

Warnings: AU, IchiHichi, Uke!Shiro, Seme!Ichi, cross dressing, vulgar language, some violence, crude humor, multiple pairings, yaoi, yuri, don't like don't read! Rated M to be safe.

NO FLAMING! All flamers/yaoi haters remove themselves from this story immediately! You have been warned!

Summary: High school. Heck's gates in disguise of an educational facility. Don't get me wrong. It can have its good times, but most of it sucks. The jocks are buttheads, the cheerleaders are skanks, and the losers still have no say. That is until; Zangetsu Shirosaki came to town, and turned our whole world upside down.

Story name inspired by Three Days Grace's Riot. An epic song that I suggest listening to if you have not!

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or it's characters, just this storyline I suppose…

Enjoy!

Chapter 1

"Speech"

'Thought'

High school. Hell's gates in disguise of an educational facility. I mean yeah, you can have some good times in your life here, but most of it sucks.

The teachers take every chance they get to stare down there nose at you. Or in my case take every chance they have to hit you with there hard-as-hell clipboard.

The jocks are dimwitted neanderthalic[1] assholes who like to make fun of you or beat you up for being a/friends with losers(or faggots in there words).

The cheerleaders are backstabbing whores that rather hurt there best friends than chip a nail.

And the losers still have no say in whether or not they'll get there lunch money taken away. Or worse, depending upon there bully's mood.

I should know that better than anybody.

I'm seventeen; five foot eleven, and 145 pounds of sheer teenage awkwardness and angst. Don't get me wrong, I can hold my own in a fight, my dad and uncle made sure of that one. It's just I don't necessarily enjoy causing others pain (unless they deserved it); I'd personally rather be sitting at home reading, writing, or sketching…

Yeah, I guess I'm a sensitive guy, so sue me. Though I don't really look it, I'm usually labeled as a juvenile delinquent, or "That-Fucking-Loser-That-Somehow-Kicks-My-Ass-Everyday". Great title I know. It could be worse though, I could have the same title that my dumbass of a friend has given me. Don't even get me started on that…

Anyways, I seem to be a constant target, as well as my friends, in this living hell. Though it doesn't help two are lesbians, twos gay, ones bi, one seems gay (when in actuality he's probably the straightest one out of bunch), and then there's me, the asexual carrot top.

Yep you heard me right, my hair is freaking traffic cone orange.

And everyone seems convinced I dye it to get attention, and that my name is related to its fruity English translation, Strawberry.

You see where I'm going with this?

I may as well have a neon sign plastered to my forehead saying, "SHOOT ME NOW OR I'll INFECT YOUR FUTURE CHILDREN WITH AIDS!"…

…

But these are just small parts of the story that I'm going to tell you about, just a few of the little details within the bigger picture.

This is the story of our high school life, turned upside down, dunked in hot sauce, wrung out in a bucket, and thrown at a wall…

A little over dramatic I know, but it sure felt that way over time…

…Especially to me.

Ladies and gentleman, I give you the story of the one boy who changed everything we knew.

Zangetsu Shirosaki.

It was your typical, average school day, a Monday to be exact. Everyone was sitting in class, bored already, and it had only just started. We were supposed to have a new student today, but they hadn't shown. Which left a few disappointed as we got out our textbooks to work from. I had shrugged to myself mentally, 'One less problem to worry about I suppose, if they're a homophobe or something'.

Oh if only I had known.

I turned my attention to the window, my pencil tapping an erratic tune on my desk as my attention focused on the cars pulling by lazily. Suddenly, loud music thumped off to my left. Curious, I turned my head, towards a silver 2011 Hyundai Sonata. It was blaring a familiar tune out of two of it's open windows that flowed into the class room's own. As it rolled to a stop in front of the school, people got up from there seats in interest at the new vehicle, even myself and the teacher moved to the window to catch a glimpse at the newcomer.

The music suddenly cut off, and there was a pause before the passenger door opened, revealing long, pale legs and a pair of high heeled, black and pink stilettos as the person climbed out of the car. A few audible whoops from a bunch of A-class perverts were heard at the prospect of a hot new girl here.

Oh, if only they had known.

The person had turned in such a way were there face had been obscured from view while they got out, but everything else had become visible. A knee length, tiger striped pink skirt with black chains hanging from a pink belt that accented feminine curves was soon revealed, followed by a light pink blouse and a short black leather jacket. Long white hair was pulled back in high pony tail to complete the look. All in all, the girl seemed perfect for all the straight males in the room to oogle at…

That is, until he turned around.

Oh the irony.

All of the boys fell silent, stunned that she was in fact a he. It was obvious by the utterly flat chest and the square jaw that it was undeniably a male. I would have been laughing my ass off if I hadn't been stunned either.

As if on queue, the albino turned there face up to our class room windows with a near feral smile.

But that wasn't what made my heart stop and then putter erratically.

His eyes…

His eyes were the most amazing I had ever seen. Expressive, molten gold within a sea of pure ebony. Laughter shown in his golden orbs at the prospect of leaving so many stunned in his wake.

And then his eyes locked with mine.

'Lord almighty help me.'

We stared at each other for what felt like hours, when in actuality was only a few fleeting moments before his grin turned from amused to cheeky. He tilted his head to the side and waved, eyes still locked on mine.

I waved back dumbly, feeling stupid and… embarrassed? Where did that come from?

Before I had time to ponder this new experince, the stranger turned on his heel ('how?') and headed into the school entrance with a skip ('again how?') in his step.

The teacher gave the students the benefit of the doubt and calmly ('numbly') ordered the kids back to there seats.

I was still dazed as I made my way into my own. 'Who is that?' I wondered.

I slowly processed this new predicament. After a few minutes, a rap was heard on the door. I immediately felt nervous. 'Is that him already? How can he walk that fast in those heels? Though I don't think I mind, it makes his legs look- STOP that thought right there Kurosaki! Bad! Bad, bad, bad, bad, BAD! Why are you even being so anxious about this anyway? It's not like you're… Attracted to him right? You've never been attracted to anyone!' It was true, I had never felt anything to anyone. Neither gender really did it for me you know? Plus I've been so busy with school and my part time job at the clinic; I never really gave the thought relationships a second look… So I just assumed I was asexual…

My train of thought was interrupted by the door being pulled open by Ms. Oichi[2] and the new student walking in, in all of his gorgeous glory. '-I did not just think that…'

"Umm, hello class." She said awkwardly, "This is our new student. He's a transfer student from Tokyo… Um." She turned to the cross dressing boy. "Do you want to introduce yourself?"

"Fag!" Was whispered from a classmate beside me, making a few of the others around me giggle. I instinctively glared in his direction before returning my eyes to the albino. I despised that word, it was used way to often to hurt my friends.

The cross dresser seemingly ignored the rude comment and smirked wolfishly, a dangerous twinkle in his eye. "Sure, sensei." He said and stepped forward.

"My name is Zangetsu Shirosaki, but ya'll can just call me Shiro. Just don' call me Whitey,or the other name I just heard or dis 'Fag' will gauge yer eyes out with his stilettos." He said. Grinning maliciously as jaws dropped at the blunt and obviously serious statement, if that scary as hell grin was anything to go by.

And it was only the beginning.

[1] I don't know if that's a word because Microsoft word does not approve… But oh well… XD

[2] That is her name right? O.o

I really hope it wasn't horrid… -.-;

Well, I hope you enjoyed it! :)