Hello! I know I haven't updated my other stories because of my exam. So, as a peace offering, I bring a new story (which was already saved on my laptop). If you like it, please review so that I'll continue to write further.

There is no name to this story, so if you got a good one please suggest.

As for my other stories, I'll start writing in the next couple of weeks.

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Hi! I'm Rukia Kuchiki and my life officially sucks! Today is the worst day of my life! And that says a lot, seeing that my life isn't a bed of roses to begin with. I'm drenched in rain water from head to toe, my only pair of shoes is ruined, I'm exhausted, hungry, penniless, and the day isn't over yet. Oh no! (Whining) I still have to get to my job, where those devil kids will be waiting for me. I swear, if they try anything funny today, I'll snap their neck like a toothpick.

As I sprint to my job, I'll give you a brief overview of my life. I'm almost 20 and still studying in my last year of school. Don't laugh! And No, I'm not dumb to flunk my classes. In fact I'm very smart. I'll get to the reasons later on, for now I will tell you about my job.

I work at a coffee shop, attached to a very swanky restaurant. Here, I have to do all the 'prim-and-proper-waitress' thing. This shop is at the very heart of the city, surrounded by many office buildings, banks, college and two top-notch schools (only for the rich and famous). As a result, most of our customers are rich and classy. Well, almost. Save for those two groups of hoodlums from the two different schools. They have no interest in the variety of coffee and pastries the shop has to offer, instead those snobby, rich brats come here to pass their time, and make my life—a living replica of hell.

Every single item on the menu cost more than my one day's worth of food. These kids just swoop in and order, like thousands of them. Don't their parents monitor the amount of money the spend? But enough with my ranting. The actual reason of why I am so pissed-off, is none other than that 'Orange Devil'.

He is the one and only- the pain in the neck - Ichigo Kurosaki. That sixteen year old punk, walks in here as if own this place. That ugly muck, comes here every freakin' day with his lackeys, and drives me crazy. His group is diverse in the sense that it doesn't fit into a certain typecast, on the contrary they are a bunch of stereotypical kids mixed into one group. There is a nerd, a tomboyish girl, a girl who seems to be a high-school sweetheart, a joker, and so on. He himself, fits the category of a heart-throb perfectly. I know, I called him ugly, but the fact is—he isn't ugly at all, and I hate him for that. I even have to say that if I was five years younger, I'd be drooling all over him. Now, however, the situation is different, and I wish I would get a chance to wring his pretty neck (slowly and painfully).

What's the reason for all this hostility, you ask? See for yourself…

"What would you like to order, young master?"

Augh! To hell with all this formality!

"Hey shorty! I would like to order a lot of things for my friends, but with you being so small, I don't know if you would be able to carry all that. So, just bring me a black coffee-no sugar." Wait for it… "And one espresso, two milkshakes- chocolate and vanilla, one cold coffee, three cinnamon buns, a doughnut, a piece of cherry pie and remember 'Serve with a smile'."

"Sure sir."

Damn him!

The rudeness, I can handle. What I can't handle is that I can't fight back like I usually do. He is my boss's close friend's son, and the boss totally adores him. On the other hand, maybe my boss absolutely hates me, because he always makes me attend to them, even if they are not occupying a table assigned to me. God! Why is the world so unfair to poor people like me?

I will forever regret the fact that I saved him from a gang of hoodlums, when I should've just left him to die.

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Hi! I'm Ichigo Kurosaki. I believe in making other people's life, a living hell.

My latest target is the midget waitress from Urahara's coffee shop. She thinks she can outsmart me, Me? The great Ichigo Kurosaki. Well, think again shorty. I'm not the kinda guy you can easily outwit.

The reason as to why I'm pestering her, is that she meddled in my business. I was minding my own business, trying to beat the crap out of a dozen freaks. And she just came out of no-where and joined the fight. Actually, she shoved me away and defeated every single guy, without even the least bit of effort. Forget the fact that I wasn't even able to stand on my own feet, when she interfered. However, she had no right to enter my fight and win. I was perfectly capable to win that fight. She even had the nerve to pick me up and drag me to Urahara's and tend to my wounds. Who does that to a person you've just met?

Tatsuki says that I dislike her because she trampled on my manly pride. I say…. Shut-up Tatsuki!

Uryu says that I've got a crush on Rukia. I say…. *blush*Fuck-off Uryu!*blush*

As if that's possible. I, Ichigo Kurosaki will never fall for a bug-eyed, pasty- skinned, pixie- sized woman. Gosh! I can't even call her a woman, seeing that she looks like a twelve year old. Why would I, the guy who is the fantasy of every girl, the guy every girl wants to be with; choose someone like that short, ill-tempered girl?

The most infuriating thing about her, is the way she looks at me and thinks I'm some spoilt kid. Kid? Do I look like a kid to you? I am not a kid. Just 'cause she is a bit older than me, doesn't make me a kid. For Gods sake, I'm a sixteen years old boy. I'll be a legal adult in like next two years.

Here she is lets have a little fun with her.

"Hey shorty! When are you gonna tell Urahara about your real age? If he gets accused of child labour, you'll be held responsible for keeping your real age from him."

Look at her face, she is about to explode. She hates it when I make fun of her height.

"I'm sorry to say Ichigo-kun, but I am of legal age, unlike you. Moreover, when did you start worrying about what happens to people around you? Aren't you a self-centered brat?"

Damn her! She is talking in that sweet voice again. In reality, her voice isn't like that at all. She's just acting, bad acting at that. The way she behaves, makes me think that she is a bipolar.

"Sorry for my slip of tongue. I shouldn't have called you 'Ichigo-kun', instead I must respect you and call you 'Young Master'. But, I can't help it, when I see little kids, I tend to call them by their given name. Now, what will you like to order'Young Master'?

Damn it! Once again, she called me a kid. She has a wicked fake smile on her face when she talks to me. Is she gritting her teeth? It seems that, if she ever got a chance, she will bite my head off. If you ask me I'd like to do the same.

Outside this job, she is very different. There is no sweet voice, no fake smiles, no curtsying, nothing. What there is, is a kick-ass girl, who knows how to kick someone's ass, without even breaking into sweat.

The biggest joke of it all, is that she is still in high school. Can you believe that? I never knew someone could be that dumb. Calling her dumb, is like insulting the dumb people.

All my life, I've been the centre of attraction because of my hair, the money, my status. Everyone notices me. But, Day in, day out, she ignores me; or at least tries to ignore me. Hence, I'm here to set the record straight, 'cause no-one ignores Ichigo Kurosaki, never ever.

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