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The Bell Rung	By : c0p13r Category: Bleach > General Views: 306 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Ringing Bell
- 2-Don’t you read?
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            “So does that mean Rukia’s coming back?”
            Ichigo flinched at the sudden mention of her name. He’d been so busy skygazing, giving a rough play-by-play of what had taken place recently without drudging up the whole Tsukishima brainwashing incident – which was a simplistic analysis of what actually happened. He turned angrily to Keigo, who was slumping on the floor like a slob. “What makes you say that?” asked Ichigo with some annoyance. “We’ve already had this talk!”
            “You said Rukia wasn’t assigned to this town anymore,” Keigo pointed out, and Ichigo confirmed that that hadn’t changed. This made Keigo sit up and turn to him with a sly grin that made Ichigo’s stomach turn. It was the kind of look Karin gave him when she suspected him to be up to something he shouldn’t, and it looked out of place – and gross – on Keigo’s face. “Well, you’re a Shinigami again, so she has reason to sneak around here now. Don’t try to lie and say there’s nothing going on between you two~”
            “There’s not!” Ichigo raged, turning fully on him now with his shoulders cocked threateningly. “Dammit, what makes you think that there’s anything?!”
            Keigo swirled his finger at him, talking with a schmoozy drawl, “You both are Shinigami now. Don’t you want to live happily ever after in Soul Society now~ Umph!”
            Ichigo stopped the insinuation and the babytalk with an effective foot to the face. Keigo recoiled, screaming bloody murder over his bloodied nose. “You scoundrel! Fiend! How are the ladies gonna look at me now?! Wahh~!!”
            “The same way they always have,” said Ichigo in rebuke, turning back away and looking across Karakura. He couldn’t see very far even from the rooftop of the school, but it felt like he could see further than yesterday.
            He wasn’t worried about Keigo rolling around on the floor, pinching at his swollen nose, crying about how he’d press charges. He was all talk, and more than that, he had a decent tolerance for pain. Must’ve been from his abusive older sister, or the fact that he often got on the bad side of violent people. Ichigo checked himself enough whenever roughhousing with Keigo, or else he’d be pummeled to Soul Society and beyond. After all, Ichigo had heard mention from Tatsuki and Urahara-san about the ill-fated Karakura-Raizer Delicate; he even felt so bad about it that he couldn’t bring himself to tease Keigo about it.
            “Why would we get together just because we’re both Shinigami?” Ichigo said out loud, which was enough to cease Keigo’s fussing to listen. “It’s not like I’m only Shinigami anyway. I’m human.”
            “Then what?” Keigo climbed up, his bruised face suddenly taking the appearance of a starving carnivore as he loomed creepily over Ichigo; he had fought Hollows that hadn’t made his stomach wrench so badly. “Don’t tell me you’re gonna try for Inoue-chan! No way! A busty beauty like that is way out of your league!” He gestured to his chest like there was a cantaloupe there and he was testing its ripeness. “She wouldn’t even let you grab one as a floatation device~oomph!”
            “Stop saying stupid things!” snarled Ichigo, not yet retracting his fist from turning Keigo’s features inside-out. “You’re such a pain! Jeez! You make me miss hanging out with Ishida!”
            His face sunken in, Keigo’s now-cartoonishly-beady eyes blinked. “Ishida? He hasn’t been coming to school lately, has he?”
            Ichigo’s shoulder gave a small jump in a halfhearted shrug. “I dunno,” he grumbled. “We don’t really pry into each other’s lives much.”
            “Well, you can do that again now,” Keigo observed, his face popping back to normal. “You both have the same kind of work, right?”
            Again, Ichigo gave a dismissive shrug. “Not really. He only gets Hollow reports when there aren’t any Shinigami in the area.”
            “Ma~n, Shinigami sure are slackers, aren’t they?”
            “What do you mean?” Ichigo was irritated, but slightly curious.
            Keigo plopped down, folding his arms and legs before holding out his hand as if counting on his fingers. “Well, they have the Shinigami stationed here. But then they have you as a Substitute. And they have Chad and Inoue-chan. And also Ishida. Hm! I wonder if other towns need as much protection.”
            It was an honest observation – a rarity for someone as dumb as Keigo – so Ichigo was willing to share his own insight, looking upward as he recalled details. “Well, Ukitake-san said that this is the current Jureichi (Concentrated Spirit Zone), and that’s what causes Hollows to pop up here more than anywhere else. It’s also why we have so many people who can see ghosts.” He wouldn’t go much further than that, simply because he hadn’t the knowledge. Maybe when Keigo could cross paths with Rukia’s sickly Captain, he could get a fuller explanation.
            But Keigo gave a snide “Hmph!” to his answer. Ichigo’s eye twitched as he looked at him. “All this time, I thought you were special. You just happened to be born in Karakura Town.”
            Ichigo bristled, swearing at him. There was way more to him than that! And he was going to tell him so! Not to brag or anything, but he didn’t want Keigo to go around acting like Ichigo was at his level after all.
            But Keigo gave a sudden start, like a dog who had picked up an intriguing scent. And like a dog, he rushed to inspect and began to awe loudly at whatever it was that garnered his attention over the guard rail. “Look! Look!” he said excitedly, not taking his eyes away from the school’s front gate. “Two hotties are walking in!”
            Ichigo just gave a glance to confirm, but he wasn’t really interested; not in the way Keigo was, for sure.
            “Oh, wow!” gushed Keigo with real admiration in his tone. “They really are cute.” Which implied that any girl walking through would be deemed a hottie, because Keigo had little (which meant no) luck with any female.
            “How can you tell from up here?” Ichigo asked incredulously, as if to call Keigo’s bluff.
            But Keigo wheeled on him, grinning maniacally with his hands miming binoculars over his eyes. “Beauty vision!” he blustered, and then turned back to the students, as they were dressed for class in Karakura High.
            Ichigo turned away with a disapproving scowl, muttering, “How lame.”
            Keigo continued his survey. “The one on the left is a little flat…”
            Ichigo winced to the description, though he should have expected such lowbrow commentary from someone like Keigo. He and Kon were peas in a pod for sure.
            “… but she looks really spritely and fun! She’s the type to be up for anything! Hmm… The one on the right really fills out the uniform, but not as much as Rangiku-san. She’s more stoic and focused. But… hmm…”
            His ‘hmm’s were getting on Ichigo’s nerves, as though he had some perceptive foresight on how these newcomers were just by their looks! Ichigo had met plenty of women who did not behave as maturely as their looks would make Keigo believe. Still, Keigo went on with his analysis.
            “… she’s hiding a fiery nature. You have to be careful lifting up her skirt-yeow!”
            “The bell rung,” droned Ichigo, having hit Keigo on the head none too gently in passing. “Let’s get to class.”
            “Dammit, Ichigo! Why do you never pay attention to anything important?!” whined the trailing Keigo. “Don’t you even want to know what class they’re in?!”
            “Doesn’t matter. It’s halfway through the day, anyway. It’s not like they’ll be in our class.”
            Keigo moaned egregiously, complaining that Ichigo had no sense of opportunity when it came to girls.
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            The small throngs of gathered students were slowly filtering back into the school, but many – an equal mix of interested boys and gossiping girls – had turned to look at the paid who had just sauntered in from the streets. Questions were being raised if they were hoodlums or something. The girl with a stern face and long dark-brown hair kept her glower, turning her head to observe anyone stupid enough to make eye contact with her. Everyone – the girls especially – cowed from her look.
            The brunette scoffed softly, turning her head when she saw the guys ogling her with obvious thoughts in their heads. She’d left the top of her uniform unbuttoned, which flashed the provocative line between her breasts, and that drew in their gazes. “What a boring place,” she surmised after a boy was caught lacking in his admiration of her beauty while standing next to his girlfriend, who proceeded to slap and scold him.
            “Ah~? Is that because there are no cute boys?” giggled the one frolicking next to her, swaying her arms in her skipping strides. “Man, you’re such a slut, Bambi-chan~”
            “That’s not what I’m talking about, Gigi!” Bambi pivoted on her, ready to brawl then and there with her shoulders squared and her legs wide apart.
            “Don’t stand like that, Bambi-chan~♪” warned Gigi. “A breeze will show your panties~♪” She sounded not the least bit concern; more like she’d be very amused by that.
            Fuming, Bambi collected herself, though ground her teeth and swore vengeance that, really, she’d quickly forget by the time something else annoyed her. She stormed after Gigi, and breaking the ensuing silence, she said, “It doesn’t even matter that there are no cute guys here anyway.”
            “I knew it!” Gigi jeered, twirling in a manner that deliberately flashed her panties; a gawker walked into a wall whilst confirming the dark-blue lace of her underwear. “You know they’re schoolkids! You’re such a skank!”
            “Like you’re one to talk!” snarled Bambi, her anger once again getting the better of her.
            Gigi cowered none too convincingly, her fingers twitching as she said, “How scary!”
            “Jeez, why do I even have to do this mission with you?”
            “Because everyone knows Bambi-chan is too stupid to get the job done on her own~” proclaimed Gigi loudly, now running a circle around her companion. “Putting up with you is such a pain! But don’t worry! I like seeing Bambi-chan in her schoolgirl uniform!” She glommed onto Bambi from behind, skimming a hand deliberately across the exposed part of Bambi’s breast and hopped away just in time to avoid Bambi’s elbow. Bambi warned her what would happen if she acted like this while on assignment. “It was just a mistake,” Gigi lied, holding the twin strands of hair that looped down and framed her face. “I promise not to do anything except to our target~”
            Bambi eyed her, not believing for a moment that she meant it. All the same, she turned away and continued the march inward to check in with the administration and get to room 3-3.
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            Ichigo just got into his seat. Since his grades were on the climb again – even if they hadn’t sunk much from the year before – he was sitting further back in the class rather than the direct middle. He never thought it was a big deal, the seating arrangements, until he realized how often the teacher – Ochi-sensei – would look up from her book or lesson and immediately look to the center of her students. It put a lot of duress on him, having already had to deal with the likes of Kagine-sensei who had him – or rather, his hair – under the microscope.
            With a bit of leniency and Ochi-sensei’s aloof like of Ichigo, he was allowed to sit further back and take the seat of a student who’d gone away with her family for the rest of the year. Now – and it had been commented that he was acting like a brooding character from an anime, by Tatsuki’s assessment – he could look outside more often, half-paying attention to lessons that he’d retain, while Asano Keigo was in the dreaded center seat.
            A little time before class started; Ochi-sensei had stepped out for a moment. So Keigo switched around, looking excitedly at Ichigo. “Hey, you said your boss is on vacation, right?”
            Ichigo picked up a bit from his window-watching and looked at Keigo. “She’s at the beach with her son.” Ikumi-san would be back soon; it wasn’t like she could or would leave for a long time when she loved the family business so much.
            “That means we can go to the arcade! I’ll get to whoop your butt on…!”
            “Pass,” Ichigo flat-out declined, already turning away, much to Keigo’s horror. When asked – after a series of dumb blubbering – why he was refusing, he sighed. “I still have that afterschool contract with the soccer team. I’ve been missing out on a lot of practice, so I need to participate as much as I can or I’ll have to give them their money back.”
            “What?! Forget them! Just keep the money, and if they try to take it back…!”
            Ichigo droned, already knowing where this was going. “I’m not gonna give everyone a reason to believe the rumors they say about me.” It was a matter of decency, not profit when it came to helping the soccer team.
            “It’d be the same even if you don’t show up.”
            Keigo and Ichigo both turned to the interloper. Arisawa Tatsuki had a certain smugness as she straightened out the books in her desk. Her eyes flashed to Ichigo. “You’ll still lose.”
            Ichigo’s eyebrow twitched. “What makes you say…?”
            “Alright, everyone! Alright! Up front!” Ochi-sensei had returned, clapping her hands to bring the murmurings of her students down. When it was quiet and all eyes were on her, she gave a big smile and put her hands on her hips. “There’s exciting news today! Now that Higaru and Tochima have finally dropped out like I always said they would—”
            The class filled with a haze of disbelief at her unprofessional frankness.
            “—we’ve had two empty seats! And as luck would have it, we’re receiving two new students!”
            Ichigo’s interest was mild even though Keigo snapped up in his seat with enough force that his desk’s feet squeaked. He knew what was coming, and that made Ichigo far less interested.
            “Come on in!” called Ochi-sensei warmly.
            The door opened, and Gigi immediately swept in, waving and cheering “Hiiiiiii~♥” like she was a celebrity walking out onto stage. Bambi followed behind her with a much more Ichigo-type look on her face, made all the grumpier by Gigi now waving her hands overhead, her zeal attracting much more attention than Bambi’s beauty.
            Keigo’s beaming face went back and forth repeatedly between them and Ichigo, as if he was expecting Ichigo to make some dramatic reaction or give a thumbs-up for Keigo’s prompt guessing.
            The new students stood at the front where Ochi-sensei directed them; Ochi-sensei applauded how open Gigi was.
            “Please introduce yourselves.”
            “Right~♪” Gigi posed like she was getting a picture taken, bending forward and peering an eye out between her middle and index fingers. “I’m Giselle Gewelle! Call me Gigi! My measurements are 77, 59, 85!” She did a turn, swishing her skirt playfully in the process.
            Inappropriate, Ochi-sensei murmured, but let it slide so Gigi could go on uninterrupted. A bit on the scrawny side, but Keigo was still smiling as he did more diligent notetaking than he had all his school career. Ichigo worried for him.
            “I like to hang out in gloomy places,” Gigi went on before throwing an arm around Bambi in a sideways hug, “but since there are none around here, I’ll be with Bambi-chan!”
            “Bambi-chan,” Ichigo heard Keigo repeat excitedly, undoubtably interested in the measurements the more endowed girl would divest.
            “V-Very good,” said Ochi-sensei a bit apprehensively. Clearing her throat, she addressed the other. “And you?”
            Bambi looked sidelong at her, and then looked away, taking more of a slacking pose. “Bambietta Basterbine.”
            …
            And that was it.
            Small murmurs occurred, mostly from boys whispering, “Can we call her Bambi-chan too?” Boys were so easily impressed by flaunting women, especially at this age.
            Having expected more, Ochi-sensei laughed lightly. “Well, that’s fine. Take the two empty seats and…” But Gigi was already on the move, away from either of the empty seats, parading down the row at the window end of the classroom, followed by Bambi.
            Ichigo’s eyebrow quirked curiously. It seemed like they were approaching him. Yet, when getting to him, the one named Giselle turned on the boy sitting next to him and leaned cutely over him. “I wanna sit here. Could you move~♥”
            The boy hadn’t a chance. A bit confused at first by the request, having such a cute girl talk to him turned him to mush. He complied dumbly, blushing and thinking that she’d probably end up liking him if he did what she said. His arms clumsily full of his effects, he moved off to sit in one of the vacant seats while Gigi plopped down, throwing out her hands in jubilation.
            Bambi moved past. She went for the girl who sat behind Ichigo and was much more direct with a simple, foreboding “Move.” Not having Arisawa-san’s unyielding fortitude, the girl got her things and shuffled away. Bambi claimed the seat and immediately looked out the window, her cheek on her fist.
            Ichigo felt a sense of dread, like he’d suddenly been surrounded by enemies. He could also feel Keigo glaring knives at him, no doubt envying him being between the two cute girls that he had eyed from the very start!
            Damn you!
            Ichigo sweated, not wanting this kind of attention. Already, he could hear the rumors starting to build. “So that’s why he dyes his hair. It attracts girls!” Stupid and obvious rumor; Ichigo wished he could stomp them out.
            Now that the seating had been decided, Ochi-sensei told the class they’d be in English and to take out their textbooks. But as if Ochi-sensei wasn’t speaking at all, the girl named Gigi leaned across to speak to Ichigo. “Hi~♥”
            He could at least be cordial. She was new, and surely wasn’t interested in him; his gruff exterior usually kept girls at a cautious distance when they didn’t know him. But he lightened up for her sake and gave a polite “Hello” back.
            Gigi’s eyes sparkled suddenly as she looked at him, as if happy to get him to talk to her. Her head cocked suddenly to one side. “We’ll be sitting next to each other from now on! Please take care of us…”
            There was a flash of dementedness that Ichigo was sure he had imagined.
            “… just as we’ll take care of you.”
            Keigo, overhearing this and not having turned away from the injustice taking place behind him, was crying tears of blood by this time.
            D-Damn you, Kurosaki Ichigo!
            “Asano! Eyes front!”
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