Ichigo groaned as he blinked open one eye to read the time. It was 7am. Time to get ready for school. The orange head sat up, yawning loudly as he stretched his arms over his head.
Thump Thump Thump
Ichigo became very still when he heard some weird noise coming up the stairs. Could it be—
"GOOD MORNING ICHIGOOOO!"
It was.
"ACK!" Ichigo didn't have time defend himself when his father came busting through the door, aiming a kick at his son's face. The enraged orange head threw his father off of him. "WHY CAN'T YOU JUST WAKE ME UP NORMALLY?"
"That just shows how much you lack training," Isshin snorted, placing his hands on his hips, "No wonder you don't have a girlfriend. Who would want to be with you when you won't even be able to protect them? If you don't get a girl soon, I'm going to lose my bet with Urahara!"
Ichigo groaned as he got out of bed. On his way to the bathroom, he grabbed the back of Isshin's collar and dragged him outside. "I don't want to hear anymore of your nonsense. I'm awake now so don't go into my room!" he yelled, shoving his father down the stairs as he went to get ready for the day.
What a way to start off the day, Ichigo thought to himself as he brushed his teeth. It was getting damn annoying. Defending himself from his father' random attacks everyday was getting old, really fast. But the old man, no matter how much he ages, just won't let go.
"I'm leaving!" he called out as he made his way out the door.
"Have fun at school!" Yuzu waved goodbye.
"Yes my son! Go and get a woman to become the bearer of your children!" Isshin shouted out.
Ichigo groaned as he ignored his father's last comment and quickly walked away from his house. He looked up as he slowly walked the path he knew so well. The bright sun was exactly where he thought it would be, no different from the day before or any other day during this time of the year.
How boring life was in this little town of Karakura.
"ICHIGOO—OOF!"
"Ohayo, Keigo," Ichigo dropped the arm that his friend knocked into as he entered his 1-3 class.
"Ohayo, Ichigo," Mizuiro greeted.
"Ah," Ichigo nodded along the way to his seat. As soon as he sat down, he was suddenly greeted by more of his friends.
"Ichigo!"
"Kurosaki-kun!"
"Hey there Kurosaki!"
"What's up sherbet?"
"Hmm," Chad merely nodded his silent greeting and got the same reply.
Ichigo stretched his arms over his bright head as his friends crowded around him to discuss their weekends. He merely nodded here and there, not really listening to all the noise they were making. It was still too early to be talking so loud.
"Oi, did you hear about the transfer student?" Renji started.
Tatsuki nodded. "I heard she's coming here from one of Tokyo's prestigious schools. I wonder why she would come to this place."
"Maybe she's really stupid and only got into that other school because of her parent's wealth," Mizuiro said, "I heard a lot of stories like that."
"Oh! It's like when the pretty fairy got changed into a robot because she had the most magic than all the other fairies!" Orihime excitingly announced.
Everyone merely laughed—awkwardly—at her explanation while Tatsuki patted her head as a 'job-well-done.' "So, what's she like?" Tatsuki asked.
Renji shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know."
"I thought you saw her or something. How else would you know about the transfer student?" Tatsuki asked.
"It wasn't me who saw her," he replied, "it was Hitsugaya. He told me when I met up with him in front of the student council room."
In a flash every eye went to the silver-haired boy who was trying to read his book in his seat, but he immediately tensed when he felt all the eyes staring at his back. He cautiously turned back and saw that he was right: most of his friends were staring at him. "What?" he frowned, "Why are you guys looking at me like that?"
"Eh? I heard you saw the new student," Tatsuki sneered as she neared him, "So what's she like? Did you get a good look at her?"
Hitsugaya fought off his temper to hit her when she placed an arm on top of his head. "Remove the hand or else I'll cut it off, Arisawa," he threatened.
"Geez, someone woke up in the wrong side of the bed this morning," she snickered.
"Ohayo!" Hinamori suddenly entered the room and skipped up to her two bickering friends. "What's going on?" she asked when she noticed Tatsuki's amused look and Histugaya's twitching eye.
"Your little boyfriend here won't tell us about the new girl coming into our class," she responded, "And I'm trying to get it out of him but he's a bit feisty this morning."
"I'm not feisty!...Just what do you even mean by that?" he glared.
"If you're talking about Kuchiki Rukia, then I just saw her!" Hinamori smiled sweetly, and immediately all the eyes turned to her, relieving Hitsugaya from all the previous attention.
"You did? What was she like?" Tatsuki asked.
Hinamori's lower lip stuck out as she thought back to the new girl she just saw. "Um, I was in a hurry so I didn't see too well. But she looked really pretty."
"KYA!" Keigo jumped up and squealed with joy, "More angels are coming into our heaven! This is a great day!"
Ichigo just rolled his eyes as he dropped his chin into his hand and leaned heavily against his desk. While his friends and other classmates were interested about this new girl, he didn't really care. Whoever it was, it wouldn't matter to him since it's not like he's going to hit on her like how Keigo was planning.
If they became friends then that was fine. But if she's a ditz who's nothing but money then he might just hate her.
Those were the only two options he had when it came to girls and he was fine with it. Sure there were girls—young and older—coming after him every other corner, but he never really paid any attention to them. He just never had the time to date and wasn't planning to any time soon.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
The bell finally rung and everyone quickly dashed to their seats, awaiting the new student that would come in with their homeroom teacher. Everyone's curiosity was literally streaming out of their eyes as they stared at the door.
Rukia looked left and right as she followed her new homeroom teacher to their class.
"So, where are you from again?" Ochi-sensei asked.
"Huh?" Rukia looked up to see the older woman staring back at her, "Oh, um, I just moved here from Tokyo. I attended Tokyo Girl's Academy."
Ochi-sensei whistled. "Pretty prestigious school. Sadly this place isn't like that but I hope that's fine with you."
Rukia nodded. "I'm fine. It's nice to get away from all the work I had to do before."
"So why did you suddenly move here?"
After a second pause, Rukia looked away as she answered, "My grandmother is ill so I came to take care of her. I didn't want her to live alone anymore. Ojiisan passed away two years ago and she's been alone ever since then."
"Ah, aren't you a sweet child," Ochi-sensei smiled sweetly at her, "These days there aren't many kids who takes care of their grandparents when they're ill."
Rukia just smiled in response.
"Well, here we are." Ochi-sensei stopped in front of the classroom door of 1-3 and turned around to face Rukia. "I'll go inside first. Come in when I call for you."
Rukia nodded and remained in her spot as the teacher stepped into the door. She heard her screaming at everyone to get back into their seats as she slammed her attendance folder on the podium in front of the class. Then, the teacher started the attendance before informing the class about the new transfer student.
"You may come in now," Ochi-sensei called out to her.
Rukia took in one last breath as she slowly walked into her new class. When she reached the front, she bowed down deeply and greeted: "Ohayo gozaimasu. Watashi Kuchiki Rukia desu. Dozoyoroshiku."
There was a loud 'oh' and 'awe' from the class as she stood back up. And the first thing that caught her eyes was orange.
Correction: orange hair.
One of her classmates had unbelievable orange hair, and he was sitting close to the window.
As soon as the transfer student walked in, Ichigo felt his body tense. He didn't know why. He was just minding his own business, looking out the window like usual, when the something caught his eyes.
She was a petite woman with silky, black hair, with one strand of her bangs hanging across her face. She looked nervous but at the same time she wore a strong expression… that is until she saw him.
Amber met violet.
Violet met Amber.
A/N: I noticed that my other fanfics all started off with very short chapters. But that means it will get longer as time goes by! Yay!
The next chapter should be out by next week. So this might be a weekly update…or at least I'll try. With school going on, there might be some days that I might be late.
So this is the beginning our destiny…in this alternate universe of course. What do you guys think? I'd like to know but if you are going to criticize, don't be too mean or unhelpful. I'll practically just ignore those. If they are good complements and/or constructive criticism then I won't mind.
Please review!
 | Review this Chapter |
No comments:
Post a Comment