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Romance and Rivalries	By : Kinnikuman Category: Bleach > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2658 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Odd-numbered chapters by Rob. Even-numbered chapters by Rachael.

Main Pairings: Aizen/Shinji, Gin/Kira, Tessai/Kisuke, Kensei/Shuuhei, Kenpachi/Byakuya, Ikkaku/Yumichika, Grimmjow/Ichigo

Chapter One

Right. That was it, Renji had finally decided: life wasn’t fair.

He wasn’t going to lie, it wasn’t like he’d ever enjoyed school, but then again who did? It wasn’t as though he’d ever met a kid who went ‘please mommy, please let me go to lessons!’ and as far he knew he never would. There was always the one or two who aced everything and anything, but even they didn’t want to go to school, they just did. It was a forced institution, something you had to do, kind of like a rite of passage, a part of growing up . . . but as far as Renji was concerned circumcision, homework and driving exams were all rites of passages too, didn’t mean he wanted to subject himself to any of them.

So when he complained, whined, moaned all he got was the usual ‘kids today’ or ‘grow up’, and usual a double dose of chores to do along with his schoolwork, but truthfully to Renji it felt a lot more serious than anyone ever gave him credit for.

The first day of school he’d been so eager and excited, he’d been put into one of the top classes and had found out Rukia – an old childhood friend – was attending the same school too. He’d been so hyped up he can remember the way his heart pounded even now. He was just so excited! Then he went and ruined it all by making a fool of himself, he’d ask too many questions or say too many ‘stupid’ things, and each time he put his hand up or shouted out he’d hear all the students laughing at him. It had gotten to the point where he didn’t bother to say anything at all. After a term or so he found himself being humiliated in all sorts of subjects; he’d expected Ichigo to be better at P.E, Ishida to be better at maths . . . but for Chad to be better at singing or Orihime to beat him at cooking? It just didn’t seem to matter what he did he was constantly being laughed at! It wasn’t exactly better outside of school either, not when Ichigo was constantly belittling him and calling him a ‘hippy’ every minute of the day for what he wore. God, and people wondered why he rebelled!

Truth of the matter was he hadn’t been at school much recently. He’d skip every other lesson, take days off whenever he felt like, and even missed parents’ day to get a few more tattoos added to his back. He wouldn’t have even have bothered to have showed up today but the new headmaster was a legendary tight-ass, he’d even gone so far as to instigate a new rule: ‘more than three tardy marks in a month and its remedial classes for the month after’.

So what could Renji do? He wasn’t like Ikkaku who could skip out when he wanted, he didn’t have the kind of parents or sensei who would allow that, and he wasn’t as cute as Rukia, who could probably talk her way out of a murder sentence before the blood had time to dry on her hands. If he wanted to avoid remedial classes and notes sent home then he’d simply have to turn up at school. The last time he’d been stuck with remedial classes his adoptive parents had made him do chores for a whole week after, and God only knew how much of a pain Urahara’s chores were.

He reached his classroom with a sigh and stood for a moment outside.

He’d made it to class before Sensei, so that was something at least, but he still had to go in and face the entire class. Last time he’d showed up at school Ichigo had accused him of stealing something, after a fight they’d ended up outside where Ichigo demanded he ‘take it off!’ – apparently referring to the sweatshirt he borrowed – but with the whole class thinking them now in some sort of sexual, gay-love affair he really didn’t want to show his face again! Still, it was a choice between humiliation and being tardy and getting punished . . . humiliation or punishment, humiliation or punishment . . . Ugh, he’d settle for humiliation.

Taking in a deep breath he pulled open the door and stepped inside. The moment his feet even touched the classroom floor a somewhat terrifying sight accosted him at once: “Renji!”

He screamed somewhat as a large, pink, bunny-shaped, papery mess thrust itself into his vision, and from it came a somewhat feminine voice. It was completely disconcerting and alarming, to be face-to-face with some eerie shaped thing, but when he pulled back it kind of made more sense, although not much.

It seemed that Rukia was standing in front of him holding out a large card. Her face was bright and cheerful, grinning ear to ear with her usual pretty grin, and her eyes were large and sparkly with that manic look she tended to have when she was proud of something. He didn’t need to guess she was the designer of the card, the way she seemed so excited gave that away instantly, but when he looked at the damned thing he felt less ashamed at the scream he’d gave earlier. The damned thing was terrifying! If he didn’t know any better he’d have sworn her drawings got worse and worse. This time she’d drawn a florescent pink ‘Chappy the Rabbit’ onto a giant A3 sized card, and sprinkled glitter all over. It reminded him of a cross between Harvey and Donnie Darko, but not as endearing . . .

“You have to sign it, Renji!” She said almost leaping up as she spoke.

Keigo’s voice came laughing from a corner almost manically: “Don’t worry Renji, when Ichigo here saw it he screamed even louder than you did!”

Renji didn’t even need to look when he heard Keigo yelling in pain to know that Ichigo was probably kicking the crap out of him, and apparently it had never even occurred to Rukia her bad drawings were the reason everyone kept screaming when confronted with them. She looked so proud though, bless her, he didn’t have the heart to tell her the truth, so instead he gave a nervous smile and blushed a little and took the card out of her hands as she stood grinning wildly.

“Err, who am I signing it for?” He asked.

“Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you!” She said clapping her hands together, “Kyoraku-Sensei’s partner isn’t feeling too well again, he’s back out of hospital but he’s completely bedridden for the moment, so I’ve made him a get-well-soon card! His two nurses said it might cheer him up, and big brother and I are going to see him after school! Go on, Renji, you have to sign it!”

“Sure thing, Rukia. Your artwork’s really . . . improved by the way.”

“Thanks, Renji!”

He wandered quickly over to his desk with the card still in hand and threw his rucksack on the floor, before he even had a chance to turn around Rukia was there right behind him with pen in hand. She was holding it up to him with the same big, sparkling eyes and he knew he couldn’t deny her, even if he could be that heartless the first thing she’d do would be to fake a few tears and the class would turn on him in a heartbeat. She was probably the most manipulative person he’d ever met, but he still loved her, deep down within she had a heart of gold and was loyal until the very end to those she loved. He felt lucky to have her as a friend.

He quickly signed the card with ‘get well soon, Abarai’ and handed it back to Rukia who quickly thanked him and ran away to collect more signatures, he smiled as he watched her go and then turned around to find Ichigo. There was no point in finding Kira, the guy was such a stickler for being on time that he wouldn’t show until literally thirty seconds before bell, and as for Ikkaku he was probably skipping class altogether. It didn’t matter though, Ichigo was as fun as anyone to torture and annoy, and in fact he was probably an easier target than Kira!

He turned around and smiled as he strolled over towards Ichigo’s desk. The guy looked pretty hot today, but then again he always looked kind of hot, not in a sexy Yumichika way but he had his own kind of thing going on, too bad he was taken by that stupid blue-haired punk. It would have been nice to be able to rebound onto Ichigo, or maybe just have a one-night-stand, but the orange-haired youth wasn’t that kind of guy, it was a shame but Renji didn’t mind, and he certainly wasn’t going to make their friendship weird by suggesting anything. So instead he took it as a sign he wasn’t ready for a new relationship just yet, maybe he still needed time to get over Yumichika? After all he’d thought what they had was pretty good, until Ikkaku came along . . .

Clearing his head of his thoughts he leant on Ichigo’s desk and leant into the redhead.

At first Ichigo tried to ignore him. He wasn’t really used to people invading his space like how Renji always did. His mother had died when he was pretty young, and his dad’s idea of ‘bonding’ was to beat the crap out him all in the name of ‘training’ and ‘getting stronger’, and he had to admit to being somewhat of a loner too . . .

Ichigo hated to admit it but to him people being in his space, touching him and fussing over him made him feel awkward, it was like he was so used to getting beaten up at school for his hair colour, or annoyed by his goat-faced dad, he’d forgotten what affection was. It kind of felt like he deserved to get hurt and deserved to get punished. He still blamed himself for his mother’s death, and the hassle he got from other kids was unreal, and he was always blowing up over the smallest things and getting into arguments with Ishida and Rukia. Hell, he’d nearly made Hanataro cry once. He felt maybe as if he was a bad person, and the only person who’d ever made him feel different was Grimmjow.

Maybe it was stupid but he really liked the guy. Sure he was brutal, annoying, abusive, abrasive and oddly enough so much like Ichigo that he could have sworn they were separated at birth or something, but he was the only person to make Ichigo confront his inner self, that inner hollow being. The first time they met they’d been in a huge fight, in fact Ichigo had left a large scar on Grimmjow’s chest, so suffice to say he hadn’t even for a minute thought they’d end up as a couple, all he’d felt at the time was infinite adrenaline and a kick out of fighting an equal. It wasn’t until later when Grimm had made him confront his past, made him realise he wasn’t responsible for his mother’s death or even for most of the crap that happened to him, that he saw Grimmjow in a new light.

Maybe it was because of that he never objected to Grimmjow in his personal space. It’d taken a good year even then to be able to bring himself to lie in his blue-haired lover’s arms, or to allow a touch on the shoulder in greeting or a hug in parting, but when he finally felt those small concessions of affection he couldn’t get enough. He still blushed now and they hadn’t even – well – done that yet, but to have Renji all up in his space not only felt weird and annoying, it felt like he was betraying the guy he loved and respected.

He carried on finishing his history report in silence, his pen scratching at the paper despite how Renji was coming ever closer and closer, and even though his friend’s shadow was hiding his own writing he still ignored him. It wasn’t until he could feel that warm, clammy breath on his face though that he at once panicked and felt sick – it was the same kind of feeling he had around Matsumoto or Yoruichi-san, only without that kind of excitement that went with it.

Enough was enough.

Slamming his hand down hard on his desk he turned around and thrust his head right against Renji’s, his golden eyes aglow with annoyance and rage, and his hands all but crushing his history essay as he screamed loudly at his redheaded companion.

“What the hell’s your problem, Renji? If I’ve told you before that I don’t want your frog breath in my face, then what the hell makes you think I’d want it there now!”

“How mature, Ichigo! Here I am, just standing here all quietly, and you go and act all psychotic on me! I was just trying to be friendly!”

“Yeah? Well go be friendly somewhere else, you red pineapple!”

“Oh? Well what are you going to do if I don’t, carrot top?”

“God damn it, just get lost!”

At this Ichigo pushed hard against Renji’s chest and knocked the other man slightly off balance. Renji stumbled backwards as bumped harmlessly into Ishida behind him, it seemed the little bookworm had wandered in late for some reason and was just about to take his seat, and thanks to having someone stumbling into him everything he carried ended up spilling all over onto the floor. Luckily he wasn’t carrying much: just a bento box, a sewing kit and some magazines. It seemed like he’d left his backpack here earlier, so he’d probably just gone off to the crafts club to pick up some things he’d forgotten.

Feeling kind of guilty Renji helped pick up some of the crap his fellow classmate had brought along, but when he lifted up one of the magazines he got the shock of his life. There, in one of the fashion segments, was the face of his ex-lover staring up at him: Yumichika Asagawa.

Usually Renji would have teased Ishida for carrying around a fashion magazine, whether it was for Crafts Club or not, but right then he couldn’t help but stare as that beautiful body sported the most up-to-date fashion, with purple locks flowing down to his chin elegantly. His whole face was aglow, and his lips were slightly pouted, and at once Renji felt his lower half stirring to life as he remembered the arousal he used to feel around his lover. The very thought that this man – forever immortalised on paper – would now be screwing around with his best friend pissed him off, in fact it more than pissed him off, it made him livid! He forgave Ikkaku of course, but he couldn’t quite forgive Yumichika. Yumi was only a few years or so his sempai, studying photography at university with a modelling job on the side, and Renji had been so happy with him it was unreal, and now -? Now Yumichika was with someone else. It was a hard pill to swallow.

At that second the classroom door chose to open. Ishida grabbed his magazine and took his seat, and most of the other students followed suit as well, through the door came Kira with their Ichimaru-Sensei.

Renji rolled his eyes. It was painfully obvious his friend had a crush on his teacher, in fact he’d stay long after class getting advice on essays and exams, and each dinnertime and break he’d be forever running errands and chores for Ichimaru-Sensei. Not to mention it was one of the few classes Kira managed to ace, and that was only to make sure he impressed his teacher. He wasn’t sure if Sensei knew how his student felt, or even if he returned the feelings, but what he did know was that – out of the whole school – Gin Ichimaru was the only person to ever call Kira by his first name: Izuru. He knew they weren’t dating because Kira would have told him so, but the way things were going it made him worry, after all if Sensei found out Kira’s feelings who knew what would happen? Teacher/Student relationships were strictly prohibited and besides that, what if they did get together, what then?

When he realised everyone had taken his or her seats he sighed and slipped into his chair at his desk. The old fox-face was already looking at him and it made him nervous, how the hell could Kira be attracted to that?

The guy was a lot like Momo’s kid cousin, born with white hair that was as silver as his name itself, and rumour had it he had some really unnatural eye colour like red because he was incessantly squinting. Apart from one or two pupils the class was entirely Japanese, and so Renji was used to the racist jokes he sometimes heard, but when Ichimaru walked around with his eyes practically closed he was tempted to make the same jokes himself. He wasn’t a bad looking man, and his clothes were pretty cool, all white according to the teachers’ uniform but form fitting around his body and long on the sleeves, but he was creepy. No buts about it, he was creepy.

Gin stood before the teacher’s desk at the front and retrieved his pointer from a drawer, at once he smacked the thing in his hands and gave that same, permanent smile that on anyone else would have been reassuring, but on Gin looked rather sinister and machiavellian. The guy was a notorious liar, and the fact he could lie with a smile meant anyone who didn’t know him would almost always believe him, and he was also rumoured to be a bit of a prankster. On one parents-day all signs and maps seemed to have been suspiciously tampered with, and oddly it meant that Gin Ichimaru’s classroom was the only one that couldn’t be found or accessed, and yet of course Gin had no idea how it could have happened. The guy couldn’t be trusted.

“Ah, Abarai-san!” Gin said in his sweet, singsong voice with its slight Kyoto accent. He tilted his head to the side slightly, “Its so good of ya to be finally seated in my classroom. I hope ya stick around this time.”

“Err, yeah, of course Ichimaru-sensei.”

“Ah, I am pleased!” He said with a beaming smile and a slight quirk of excitement, “In which case you won’t mind handing in your history essay.”

“History essay?”

“Yes.”

Renji looked around the room nervously. It seemed that most pupils already had their papers on their desks and almost all of their eyes were on him, it was nerve-racking as he’d had no idea an essay was due in, and when he’d asked Ikkaku the guy had just shrugged and said he hadn’t heard of -. Damn it! No wonder, Ikkaku was never in lessons to know of any homework! Oh, he knew he should have came in earlier and copied from Ichigo, or he could have even copied from Orihime, it didn’t matter who, but to come into class after all this time and not have his homework done . . . he had to think and fast!

“Oh, err,” He looked up at his sensei and frowned deeply.

Gin’s smile faltered into a rather worried expression, “Is something wrong, Abarai-kun?”

“Oh, yeah, I – I feel really sick, sir. Can I head to see the school nurse?”

“Why of course, I wouldn’t expect you to stick like glue to your work when you feel so obviously ill,” His voice trailed slightly at the last word, but then he perked up and his body gave an obvious little jump as he smiled brightly. “Right! If you think you have to leave I won’t stop ya. Bye, bye, Abarai-kun!”

Renji gave a relieved sigh and began to pack up his belongings.

The front door opened again and stole his attention for a second. There at the entrance with his head cast down low, hand holding his hat as his long coat nearly fell off his shoulders, was Shunsui Kyoraku. The guy was one of the best teachers at Karakura High, and he was one of the best precisely because he was a total lazy bum who didn’t care if you slept through his classes, and if you were a hot girl then you didn’t have to worry about your grades, you somehow always seemed to get an A one way or another.

Recently his partner had taken a turn for the worse, and so worry constantly shone in his dark eyes, but despite those obvious shadows he’d somehow always still shine brightly whenever a pretty face passed him by. He was an obvious womaniser, but Renji wasn’t going to complain, and why should he? It wasn’t his problem after all. All he was doing was innocently packing his belongings and getting ready to leave to see the nurse, the way he thought of things was that if it didn’t concern him then it didn’t matter, not at all.

“Ah, Gin,” Shunsui beamed with a bright but sleepy smile. He tilted his hat and nodded a brief sign of acknowledgement. “Can I ask you to take over my classes this afternoon? You are free, aren’t you? Its just Jushiro has a doctor’s appointment and I completely forgot . . . you know how it is.”

Renji tried to ignore the lazy bantering of Shunsui and Gin. He knew they wouldn’t be long and it would be best to leave whilst Gin was distracted, that way he wouldn’t ask for the essay on the way out. It was strange as Gin usually hated when people disrupted his classes, but today he seemed somewhat calm and almost satisfied. It was like he was privy to some deep dark secret no one else was. No wonder the guy was so creepy, only Sensei could wear an expression completely unsuited to the situation, after all shouldn’t he be worried for his colleague’s partner, not smiling that really creepy smile it seemed impossible for him to ditch?

Slowly he made to get up out of his seat but found himself at once pulled back down. He rolled his eyes, expecting Ichigo or Ishida to be the ones pulling him back, maybe trying to get him to stay rather than ditching classes, so he swatted his arm behind him but hit only air. Then with a sigh tried to stand again, only to find himself pulled back down again. Okay, this was getting weird. He was getting annoyed now, this was ridiculous, whichever one of the guys was pulling this prank on him he’d soccer punch them unconscious. He tried to turn around but found himself unable to. He tried to stand up and then fell back down. It wasn’t hard to realise that he was someone had super-glued the seat of his chair, and by God he was going to kill whoever had done it!

He tried a few more times, but each time he moved the chair came with him! In the end he found himself up and down in a way he really didn’t like, in fact it looked like he was riding some sort of invisible guy, and the looks he was getting . . . he didn’t think his face could get anymore red!

“Ah, Gin, it seems your student is having some problems.” Shunsui murmured with a smile, leaning against the doorframe, “Is he going to be okay?”

“Of course, Kyoraku-sensei. It just seems like somebody played a prank on him. I have no idea who would dare to glue Abarai-kun to his chair, but I’ll be to sure to punish them when I find out.”

Gin gave Renji a smile and the very sight of it made him wince and shiver.

Shunsui gave an all-knowing smile and got prepared to leave, “Well, thanks for taking over my classes for me. I’ll be on my way now.”

“Ah, give my sympathy to Ukitake-san.”

Renji watched as Shunsui left and closed the door tightly closed behind him, it seemed that his only chance of escaping Gin’s classroom had just left in a lazy stride, not that he stood much chance at getting sympathy from that loser of a teacher anyways, but still . . . He looked up at Gin who was writing in large, elegant writing on the blackboard and drawing occasional maps. When the teacher turned his eyes seemed to burn into Renji and his smirk seemed somewhat darker than usual . . .

“Well, if ya not going anywhere, Renji-kun,” Gin said in a friendly enough tone, “How about that essay?”

All at once Renji found he had a sneaky suspicion just who had glued his seat . . .
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