The Seven Deadly Sins

Bleach Fanfic

Summary:The seven deadly sins. Each neko is characterized by these. Pride, lust, gluttony, envy, wrath, sloth, and greed. Born as a neko, Ichigo's sin he should live and die with is greed. But the problem was that he was the opposite of greedy. When he meets Shiro whose sin is lust, the two strive to prove to the world that a neko's sin shouldn't characterize them.

Chapter 1

His fingers traced an invisible line on pale skin, his eyes, lidded with content and fatigue, following them. He looked up the long body to a pale face, half of it pressed into a pillow. He smiled softly, laying his palm down flat against a pale thigh. The skin was so soft, white hair almost a fuzz rather than a thick bush like the hair surrounding the groin that pressed into his stomach. His smile fell when he turned over his palm, a small marking in the shape of backwards Y on his wrist.

"What if everyone's right?" He asked, the pale face lifting up from the pillow. The thigh that he was entranced with for so long was taken away, replaced with a hard chest. Arms encircled him, soft lips pressing against the expansion of skin between his ear and cheekbone.

"Then we're doing the right thing."

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Ichigo rushed down the hallway, avoiding all conversation anybody wanted to start. The school bell just rang, his first day of his 3rd year in high school starting. There was a bunch of things to do, and his first thing was to get to class on time. He walked into the English building, the hallway splitting two ways. He went to the right, turning a corner. He saw his classroom, a few people in it. He opened the door, walking in with his chin held high.

"Sit wherever for now," he was told by the teacher, the tall though plump lady sitting at her desk pushed up against the far opposite wall of the door. He sat down in the third row, second seat, looking to the side. He saw his friend Renji, his seat in the second row and a seat a head of his. He hadn't even realized it was him, a beanie pulled over his red hair. He was looking through his bag, Ichigo tapping his shoulder. He looked over his shoulder, a wide smile touching his lips.

"Hey Ichigo," he greeted, moving his bag out of his sight. Ichigo didn't get offended, used to it by now. Renji sat back, stretching with a wide yawn.

"Never thought this year would come fast enough. How was your summer?" He asked, Ichigo shrugging. He got out a piece of paper and a pencil, looking back to Renji.

"It wasn't very eventful. Went to the docks and swam a lot," he told him, Renji snorting. The bell rang, a few straddlers walking in.

"What did you do over the summer?" Ichigo asked, his red head friend taking off his beanie and scratching the back of his head.

"Played video games mostly. Rukia came over a lot too but we didn't do much." Ichigo nodded, seeing his schedule.

"What classes do you have?" He asked him, Renji handing it to him. Ichigo compared it to his. They had four classes together, this class, anthropology, chemistry, and economics. After that he had pre cal and Renji had wood. He had physics and Renji had algebra 3-4. There was a lot on their plates.

Their teacher stood up when the second bell rang. She walked to the front of the class, her ankles looking swollen. She cleared her throat, the loud chatter in the room dying down.

"My name is Ms. Chao and I'm your american english teacher. Does everyone in here know english?" She asked, everyone nodding. She walked over to the door, her ears twitching back a little when she closed the wooden door.

"In this class I will teach you all the things you will need to know and utilize in the university's," she told them, raising her wrist. An oval looking O was imprinted on her wrist, the classroom remaining silent.

"In this classroom these markings of sin do not matter. Am I understood?"

Ichigo relaxed, looking to his wrist. He was the only greed in the classroom, seeing everyone else was either pride, envy, or sloth. He still felt different though. Everyone showed signs of their sin, even Renji whose sin was pride. His sin was greed and everyone talked down to him because of it. Only if they knew that he was the complete opposite of it.

"Today I want you to write about yourself. About how well you know yourself. Your hobbies, your likes and dislikes and so forth." The sloths groaned in anguish, the mere thought of work tiring them. Ichigo smirked, picking up his pencil. He looked at his paper, his mind wandering as he thought of what he did that weekend.

"Dad I'm not getting a haircut!" Ichigo barked, running a hand through his hair. It wasn't very long to begin with, still spiked up in every direction like he just woke up. Gravity seemed to be winning a little more than usual, Isshin pointing a finger at him.

"You need to look good for your first day of school," he argued, Ichigo ignoring him. He walked to the door, his face blank as he ducked. A foot flew over his head, his father slamming into the front door with a loud thud.

"Your mother would be proud," he groaned, his words muffled against the wood. Ichigo scowled, kicking him off the door with little thought to it. His father yelped in shock when he hit the wall, Ichigo opening the door.

He snapped out of the memory, looking to the clock. The hands were stuck at nine o'clock, Ichigo sighing. He thought of a hobby he had, trying to resist biting on the back of his pencil. It was a bad habit he dropped in eighth grade, but like a true addict he had his moments of temptation.

Bingo!

A light went on in his head, Ichigo touching his pencil to the paper. He wrote about his love for sparring at the local dojo's and reading action novels. Even though he started last he finished first, turning in the paper to Ms. Chao's desk, extending it to her.

"Read over it?" She asked, Ichigo nodding. The rest of his day went on the same way. It wasn't very eventful but he had fun, especially in english. Ms. Chao was a very expressive woman, having already threatened two students who laughed it off. Ichigo walked to the gates, walking more lazily than he had before. A ton of others pushed past him, Ichigo keeping his balance when they shoved against him to get home. He kept a scowl on his face, not wanting anyone to bother him.

Someone was pushed against him, Ichigo instinctively balancing them with a hand to their waist. He looked to the student that had been pushed into him, seeing white ears twitch.

"Are these people stupid?" The white eared student grumbled, pulling away from him. Ichigo's hand fell to his side, his scowl still set.

"Thanks," white ears said, Ichigo grumbling a you're welcome. White ears turned around, Ichigo feeling frozen in place. The most exotic, bizarre eyes concentrated on him, the yellow irises surrounded by a sea of black. They blinked, Ichigo blinking out his minor daze, giving a curt nod before walking away. He stopped at the gate, looking over his shoulder. White ears was talking to someone, Ichigo frozen again when he looked to him. His eyes were unlike any he had ever seen, but just as quick as he looked he looked away, exiting the gate. He stopped walking when Renji bumped into him, giving him a tired look. He grinned back.

"I was gonna start studying for the entrance exams to get into Tokyo University, you're going there too right?" Renji asked, Ichigo nodding. He saw white ears in the corner of his vision, looking to the side. Renji followed his eyes, waving an arm with a call of what he guessed was white ears name.

Shiro...

He walked over, Renji slapping a hand on his shoulder.

"We got another study buddy!" Renji exclaimed, Shiro looking to him.

"I'm Shiro," he greeted, Ichigo nodding.

"I'm Ichigo," he introduced, Shiro brushing Renji's hand off his shoulder.

"Are you serious about studying? Unlike this brute?" Renji sputtered, Ichigo unable to fight back his smirk of amusement. He nodded, Shiro also smirking.

"We'll meet at my house..." his sentence trailed off as he got out a pen and a piece of paper. He scribbled something down, Ichigo feeling his heart skip a beat when he saw him also write down his number. He handed him the small paper, Ichigo taking it. Their sleeves slid up a little, their eyes looking to each other's sin.

Lust.

Shiro's sin was lust.

Ichigo took the paper slowly, looking back to Shiro's eyes. He stared back proudly, obviously not put down by his sin.

"What day are we gonna start?" He asked, Shiro relaxing just slightly.

"Tomorrow. It will be each Tuesday, Thursday , and Friday. If you have saturday open we can do that too," he told him. Ichigo nodded, looking to his address.

"Funny, I live a block away," he told him, Shiro smiling. It was the most breathtaking sight Ichigo had ever seen. He smiled back, Renji yawning tiredly.

"Soooo... I kind of can't make it tomorrow." Shiro frowned, berating him about constantly avoiding study time. Ichigo smirked.

He wondered if he was only attracted to him because he was lust, but somehow he knew that wasn't the case. He saw something in his eyes that said he wasn't just a person of lust. He wanted to find out, but he knew he had to go home now. They were the only ones at the gate besides a few stragglers.

"I gotta go now," he told them both, the two telling him bye simultaneously. Ichigo left, his scowl returning to his walked all the way home with Shiro on his mind, opening the door. He dodged the kick to his face, his father flying over his head and onto the lawn with a yelp. Ichigo ignored his muffled groan of pain, closing the door behind himself. He hurried upstairs, putting his bag down on the floor before falling down onto his bed.

He would figure out the riddle that was Shiro tomorrow.