Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. Well that's a lie...I do have Clorox in my possession C:

a/n: So! Welcome, if you clicked on this story, it means that you were curious and/or bored enough to find this. I apologize that this chapter is quite short, because it is a test chapter (pilot, if you will), and I'd like to see how you take to the idea so far. So with that in mind, please review to lead me in the right direction to continue this story in! Thankies C:

Our 'tramp':

Kurosaki Ichigo, 17 years old, currently walking down the street on the weekend, clad in a BAPE sweatshirt and skinny jeans. Girls swooned as he walked by, not that he paid them any attention. He had a shock of orange locks and deep mocha brown eyes, high cheek bones, and a tall but slender build. He was the king of Karakura Highschool. A good fighter, and any girl's dream boyfriend. Or so they say. He could practically make anything look cool. Like buying a can of hot cocoa from a 100 yen machine, which was an action he was currently engaging in. He leisurely made his way back to where his street was.

Our lady(?):

"Hey orangey!" A girl's voice shouted from behind him. He turned around, one eyebrow raised. Suddenly, his hot cocoa was pulled out of his hand and suddenly in the hands of a short girl with black shoulder-length tresses, resembling the style of a baby octopus. And before he knew it, his head was on fire. His brain finally registered what happened after seeing the girl laugh and run away, turning to shout at the shocked adolescent, "Brown looks way better, carrot-top!" He picked up the empty can. The girl had had the guts to dump the hot cocoa on his head, resulting in his orange locks to be stained brown a bit. He was pissed. He squashed the can with one hand before stalking off, realizing the girl had completely disappeared. He would get his revenge.

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Kurosaki Ichigo did not like this. Not one bit.

It was just another day of high school, like any other. But today was different.

"Class, please welcome our new transfer student, Kuchiki Rukia."

"Hi-hi!" The girl at the front of the room greeted with a smile, she had dark navy violet eyes and a recognizable baby octopus hair style. Ichigo slammed his hands on his desk, drawing all attention in the room to himself. Anger pulsed through him.

"You're that brat from yesterday!" He shouted, pointing his index finger at her forehead. Her brows creased.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" Rukia's smile never left her face.

"Don't give me that, you know exactly who I am!"

"Sorry, I don't think I know any carrot-tops."

"You octopus head, you dumped hot chocolate on my head!"

"Eh? But this is the first time I've met you?"

"Quit acting you—"

"AHEM," the teacher death glared the boy. "Detention." Ichigo was speechless. How did he get himself into this mess anyway?

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