A bunch of crazy students talk and laugh as the bell rang for class; Ichigo sat alone in the corner of the room glancing out the window.

It's been eight years since that most frightening day, eight years since the death of his mother and eight years since his sanity has been questioned.

Ever since that day, he has been diagnosed with schizophrenia; however due towards his father he had never been put away for it. His father and siblings treated him as if nothing had ever happened...

He went to school like every normal boy, but he knew that he wasn't like the rest of them. Staring out the window he watched the basketball team scrimmage.

He now lived in New York far far away from his home in Japan. In order to keep his son, his father had to run away to the states.

Watching the students in gym, Ichigo mused himself from the bouncing battle brawlers towards the busty cheerleaders towards the trackers. It was as if life had continued even without his mother.

A slam dunk suddenly tore the ginger from his thoughts and back onto the players, as usual: Mr. Popular had scored for the team. He was the most craziest American he has ever seen.

Messy blue hair, sky blue eyes, teal outlines and tanned muscular skin; it was a teenage fantasy, the typical bad boy look that every girl or boy dreamed of.

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

Ichigo had shared most of his classes with the guy and yet he knew him like the back of a chemistry book. Being top of the class, his grades could only rival the honors transfer student Uryu Ishida.

Despite this, Grimmjow has never once acknowledged him; he didn't even know his name even though he was his lab partner once or twice.

Sighing, Ichigo laid his head on the desk to go to sleep; it wasn't even a minute when the teacher smacked a large book on the desk.

"Ichigo Kurosaki!" called the teacher out in an annoyed matter.

She was a petite teacher, and yet she was meaner than a grizzly bear.

"I don't care if your in the honor program, keep sleeping in class and I swear I will drop your grades!" she said angrily.

"What ever you say Mrs. Shihoin..." the carrot top responded as the bell suddenly rang.

Standing up, one of the students bumped past Ichigo leaving behind a piece of paper on his back. Ichigo scowled at the boy before walking on as if nothing had happened.

The words F-A-G caught the teachers attention, she sighed and then snapped her book closed.

"Kurosaki!" she called out.

"They should all die!" Whispered a small strange and daunt voice.

"Stop it." Ichigo muttered beneath his breath. "Yes, ma'am." he said out loud as he stopped.

The teacher quickly walked out of the room and patted his shoulder as she quickly snatched the paper off of his back with her slightly free hand.

"Well... You do know that because of tonight's big game the school will stay open much longer. Just between you and me: Kurotsuchi has an important business to attend to..." she commented.

The ginger haired teen slightly flinched before looking back at her with wide eyes. The woman smiled a rather mischievous grin before she dug into her own cleavage.

She seemed to have had a strange looking scar, but the boy could barely get a good look at it until after she had pulled out a particular key.

Showing off the keys to the lab, Ichigo's eyes drifted from the scar towards the dark piece of metal.

"Which means that the lab will be empty, you'll be able to finish all of your work in one night if you work hard... which means that you'll have two days to sleep." she slightly snapped reminding him of her furry.

"Of course... I won't be sleeping in your class..." Ichigo responded halfheartedly as he reached for the keys.

"That's a good boy." she said dropping them in his hands. "Oh and one more thing, if you tell Mayuri about how you got the key; I will deny it!" she said and with that was out of sight.

Ichigo slightly smirked, she had her bad days and her annoying days... but sometimes she really was a good help. Looking at the keys, he pulled out his cellphone to call his father.

Friday

June 14, 2013

In about three more days, it was about to be the eighth year of his mothers death... Eight years since that miserable terrifying day. Grabbing his bandaged right arm, Ichigo could still recall the gruesome images.

Letting out a breath he was subconsciously holding, the teen snapped his cellphone closed before turning to leave.

The crowed goes wild as Grimmjow Jaegerjaques slam dunks, the blue haired teen gives the crowed a toothy grin as the busty cheerleaders squeal in amusement.

Rangiku and Orihime were both getting the crowed on fire as they cheered and bounced their busty cleavage in action. The panthers were against the tigers from another school in New Jersey and so everyone was in the excitement.

Yoruichi laughed as she cheered and then elbowed her partner.

"So what do you think, detective?" she asked.

The pallid hair male only smiled and yet his grey eyes seemed slightly troubled.

"That one is pretty good... although his style makes him look like a delinquent." he commented causing her to smack his back.

"Kisuke, honestly you really should judge anyone by appearance." she said looking back with a wide grin.

The detective slightly chuckled and then paused as one of the students caught his attention. A young teen with bright orange hair stood at the door, he held a melancholic expression before walking on.

Kisuke watched the boy feeling slightly concerned when all of a sudden the crowed stood up as they cheered and screamed causing the detective to slightly jump in shock.

Working in the lab, Ichigo began to mix of few of the chemicals; he held a serious scowl as he worked hard and calculative.

The place was deserted, unlike the lively gym room there was not one sound but the hard working student. Filling in his paper, the teen slightly sighed; he was a senior that had his whole future planned out.

He was already accepted into the best medical school, he had all the scholarships he needed and yet... He felt as if he had nothing...

Closing his eyes and resting his head as the chemical boils, a sudden figure appeared behind the tired student. Gold eyes almost instantly snapped open as the figure came closer and closer.

Within mere seconds, the teen elbowed the figures face before dropping him towards the ground.

"Oh shit, it was just a joke!" The red head cried as he threw his hands up.

Ichigo stared face to face with the red head known as Renji, huffing and puffing his gold eyes faded to brown.

"It was just a joke..." he repeated.

Closing his eyes again, the carrot top released his grip as he got off of him.

"You should learn when ta joke." Ichigo snapped as he sat back down.

"My bad, you didn't look like the type that... well..." He slightly mumbled and Ichigo continued.

"That fights, dude just because I'm not into sports doesn't mean I can't kick your ass!" he snapped making it quite clear that he didn't want to talk with him.

"Alright, alright I'm leav'n... Sheesh..." Renji complained. "No wonder people don't like you..." he muttered towards himself even though the ginger heard it.

"He's lucky we didn't rip his arm off." the edgy voice said again, but this time with an echoing chuckle.

The carrot top snorted before continuing his work again, the lights suddenly blinked and the carrot top sighed loudly. It was as if the world was against him today.

Standing up, the teen quickly walked on over towards the reliance controls and began fiddling with it with ease as if it had been something he was used to doing.

Unscrewing one of the buttons, he accidentally dropped it causing him to bend over and pick it up. However as he bent down, a figure with a pig head stood right behind him.

Picking up the screw, he stood up and was about to finish up when he heard a loud screeching sound from the boiling chemicals.

"Duck!" Demanded the vortex like voice.

The teen almost instantly ducked and the figure with the pig mask slammed the reliance controls with a huge bat causing all of the lights in the whole school to turn off.

Ichigo screamed in shock as he backed off from the figure and took off running, another figure jumped from the side and tried to subdue the boy if it wasn't for a strong kick to the gut.

Dodging another pig-mask, the teen raced towards the two big doors not noticing that the floor was wet, looking back a sudden slip made the teen crash against the doors.

Holding his head in pain, the teen suddenly dodged the pig mans bat again and again before kicking the man in the shin. The pig-man grunted and reached out only for the teen to stagger onto his feet.

Making his way back, he bumped into the last man whom caught him with a drugged napkin; covering his mouth the teen squirmed wildly.

The world spun and his view darkened even more until every light was out.

Chocolate brown eyes slowly opened and closed as the boy was becoming aware of his surroundings. Gasping in shock, the boy found himself hung upside down over a boiling pot.

His arms and legs were tied behind his back and the boiling pot was definitively not water. Struggling in frustration and fear, the teen slightly screamed as he found himself panicking

A cord almost instantly snapped and Ichigo watched as a T.V screen turned on.

An old familiar puppet appeared on the screen causing his eyes to only widen in pure horror completely terrorized by his nightmare coming back into reality..

"Welcome back, Kurosaki Ichigo... I want to play a game with you." he said.

"NOOOO!" The boy shrieked.

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