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Ryu Takehshi here with my latest bleach fanfic!
If you don't know bleach srry...
skashi (but) it's totally awesome and like mi fav anime so here goes...
Chapter 1: Life as I Know It...
I slowly opened my eyes as they adjusted to the light of the new day. The first thing I
saw was my poster of Ichigo and Rukia that was taped onto the ceiling of my room.
"Ughh!..." I grunted to myself as I rubbed my eyes and got out of bed, "school..."
Around my green and blue painted room were more posters of Ichigo and Rukia. To me, they
were meant to be together and that was that...
I looked at myself in the mirror of the bathroom as I pulled out a brush and my green
"The human form of Rukia..." I smiled as I styled my hair like hers.
Most people would say I look like her, act like her, and sound like her. And I was quite
happy about that. I could only wish that I was a shinigami and could see hollows, have a
Zam pak to, and all the other stuff that made Rukia who she is-the coolest anime girl in
the entire world!
People could call me obcessive but I would disagree with them. The only nickname that I
was proud to be called was 'Rukia.' I am in fact an Otaku (anime lover) and will stand by
that forever! Bleach wasn't the only anime that I talked about non-stop. (as you the
reader can plainly see) The only other non-bleach poster in my room was a very kawaii
(cute) poster of Kyon and Haruhi (My second favourite anime couple)
"Mizuna! I'm leaving now!" My mother called from downstairs.
"Mom!" I replied, "I told you to call me Rukia!"
"Right, Right whatever!" My mom said as she walked out the door, "Bye Miz... uhh Rukia!"
I shrugged, "Whatevs..."
I pulled out my uniform from my closet. I was probably the only person in the entire
school who was happy with the uniform. For very obvious reasons, it looked exactly like
Rukia's. I also wished I had an Ichigo. If I did, I wouldn't be shy with my feelings like
Rukia was. I would definitly speak my mind, like how I did with everything else. But alas,
I didn't have an Ichigo to tell anything to, and friends can only listen to so much until
they get bored out of their minds.
I walked out of the house and locked the door. I stumbled my way to school on that cold
late autumn day.
"Hey! Miss. Kaeru! Wait up!" my friend Inari called out.
I blushed as he caught up to me, "Oh... Hey Kidono-chan!" I said with nothing less then no
"Did you happen to finish the math homework?!" he asked.
I pulled it out of my bag and waved it in his face, "See! All done" I exclaimed
"Oh really... Uhh can I see it up close?!"
I handed it to him as he pulled out a paper and pencil from his bag.
"Thanks!" he laughed, "I didn't finish the last question!"
I pulled my book away from him and hit him with it.
"What's wrong with you!" I yelled as I walked away.
"It's cool!" he replied.
"No it's not!" I called looking back.
"Yeah it is!" He said, "because I'm already finished copying it!"
I ran back to hit him again as hard as humanly possible, then I stormed away.
Chapter 2: Welcome to My Life!
When we arrived at the school grounds my other friends-Tsukiyone and Yukihro, quickly
ran up to me. Inari left us to talk alone as he ran inside the school.
"Hey Miss. Rukia!" Yukihro smiled, "How's your relationship with Ichigo...! Oh I mean
"ME and Inari?!" I exclaimed, "You're out of your mind!"
"C'mon you can't deny it!" Tsukiyone laughed.
"Okay, you're all crazy!" I yelled as the bell to enter the school rang.
I walked towards our high-schools's entrance.
"I don't like Inari! Do I?!..." I thought to myself as I ran up the stairs and into my
Inside, there stood Inari handing in the math homework to Mrs. Hae.
"Here Mrs. Hae, All done!"he said as he sat back down.
For some reason, I felt enraged as I saw him sit there like nothing was wrong.
"I-I don't like him!" I denied myself in my mind as I took my seat.
Yukihro and Tsukiyone quickly ran into the classroom and bowed to the teacher.
"Sorry we're late!" they exclaimed in unision, as they took their seats on either side of
The teacher began her lecture, "So where did we leave off from Friday? Oh, right... So the
way to figure out a variable is to iscolate it... blah blah blah..."
"Hey, Miss Rukia!" Tsukiyone whispered to me, "so... yes or no? Inari is your
"Are you kidding?!" I whispered back, "I hate Inari!"
"But, Rukia and Ichigo hate each other too-right?" Yukihro asked.
"If Rukia and Ichigo hate each other then how come they're going to end up together!" I
replied in a 'matter of fact' tone.
"Miss Kaeru!" Mrs. Hae exclaimed, "Why are you talking!"
"Sorry Mrs. Hae..." I replied as she continued her boring lecture.
I started to doodle on a scrap peice of paper. Drawing was the only key difference
between me and Rukia. I remember all of the times Ichigo critizised Rukia about how lame
her sketches of bunnies and ducks were. As for me I only got praise and admiration for my
drawings. I drew so many pictures of Rukia, Ichigo, Renji, Uryuu, Orihime, Kyon, Haruhi...
so on... I was nominated: "Most likely to end up as the next Tite Kubo. (The dude who
invented Bleach) "
At first, as I was drawing, I imagined it as a picture of Ichigo so I labeled 'I.K.'
for Ichigo Kurosaki on the top right corner of the page. But, as I swirled my pencil
around the paper I saw Inari sitting there talking with his friends and not getting in
trouble. I was once again enraged that I got into trouble but he was not.
I finished and looked over it to make sure my proportion was right. I dropped my pencil
as I noticed it was a picture of Inari. Mrs. Hae turned around as my pencil hit the floor.
"Miss Kaeru! Is there something that you want to share with the class" Mrs. Hae said as
she walked up to my desk and grabbed the drawing from my hands.
"No, No, No, I..." I started as I reached for the paper.
She slammed it onto my desk, "I will not stand for this incsolence! No drawing in my
"But, I..." I said as I sunk into my seat.
"No excuses!" she yelled
"Yes, Ma'am..." I sighed as she walked back to the front of the class.
"Now, you must read chapter 3.1 in the math textbook and do numbers 3 and 4!" she
exclaimed as the lunch bell rang, " Alright! Class dissmissed!"
I was just about to walk out of the classroom when Mrs. Hae called me over.
Motto: Every rose has her thorns...