Understanding II: School Daze (Bleach Fanfic)

Frustration

The frustrating thing about going back to class didn't just include the fact that the small taicho was driving him nuts, but also included the fact that when he got back to his body he found that a crowd was in fact gathered around him. Rukia wasn't there to erase their memories and thus he was stuck in a rather sketchy situation. Thankfully, Uryu came to his rescue muttering some sort of medical jargon.

Stepping back to school, Ichigo turned his head. "What exactly did all of that mean?"

"Doesn't your father run a clinic?" Uryu raised an eyebrow at the substitute shinigami.

"Well, that should be obvious as you went back with me." The orange haired teen retained his rather confused look. "So, what did that stuff mean?"

"I made that stuff up." The dark haired youth shook his head. "If there had been an actual doctor near us, they would have called my bluff instantly."

"Couldn't you have come up with something realistic?" Ichigo's face contorted, his frustration growing.

Uryu pushed up his glasses, his own irritation growing. "There is no logical explanation for what happened, at least none that would be believed by the people around you."

At that, Ichigo let out a sigh and he and Uryu slipped back into their class, their teacher not bothering to lecture the two. At lunch time, Orihime asked what was bothering him and he muttered something offhandedly about Toshiro being an absolute brat. He tapped his fingers on the desk, glaring at the chalkboard and wondering what caused the small taicho to get into a fight.

Chad spoke up. "You saw Hitsugaya while you were out?"

"Yeah. I had to go and get a soul phone so I could actually find the Hollows," Ichigo let out a sigh. "I got home and found out he got into a fight on his very first day."

"You want some of my lunch?" Orihime suddenly offered as she smiled at him, only to get rather green faces from the males in their small group.

Chad spoke up. "What are you going to do?"

"When I get home, Toshiro is going to get a lecture about what he's done." Ichigo stated, letting out a deep breath. Eventually the school day ended and he walked home and headed up the stairs and slammed his bag down on his desk. He noted that Toshiro was busy scribbling on some papers. "We need to talk."

"I don't see why we do." The white haired youth spoke up only to find himself grabbed by his shirt and lifted out of the desk chair. The substitute shinigami got right into the small taicho's face. At that, two teal eyes glanced at the ground. "I don't want to talk to you if you're going to yell at me."

"Fair enough. I'll do my schoolwork for a bit of time. You aren't getting out of talking to me about this." Ichigo muttered, going to sit at his desk and reached for his folder that contained his math worksheets, only to pause as he noticed the piece of paper on his desk. At that, he blinked a couple of times and then grabbed the folder and pulled all of the worksheets out.

Spreading them out, he looked at them in disbelief as he suddenly realized that what Toshiro had been doing wasn't scribbling. "Toshiro..."

"You said you would work on your..." the small shinigami found himself quickly interrupted.

Ichigo snapped the papers onto his desk, anger evident in the motions he made. "That was before I found out what you had been doing while I was gone."

At that, Toshiro moved to the back of the bed, his face twisting up in frustration. "I am honestly not sure what you are talking about."

"You filled out a good deal of my math worksheets." Ichigo snapped out, his voice slowly rising in volume.

The small taicho still had a confused look on his face. "Aren't those just practice sheets?"

"Practice sheets?" Ichigo found himself suddenly yelling. "Yes, they say that they are for practice at the top of the sheets, but I still have to turn them in for a grade! You also filled them out in pen, so I can't possibly erase them!"

"I'm sorry..." The small taicho glanced away, his voice growing smaller.

"Sorry doesn't cut it! How the hell am I going to explain this to my teacher!" The teenager continued to yell, his anger quite evident. "I don't want any more of this crap from you Toshiro! Just because you aren't happy with the situation doesn't mean you can do whatever you want!"

"I didn't mean..." The small taicho shrunk down, his body tensing up.

"You didn't mean to get into a fight at school today?" The substitute shinigami suddenly grabbed Hitsugaya by the front of his clothing and hoisted the small taicho up. "What ever possessed you to do any of these things?"

"I did the worksheet things because I was bored. I can't stand not having anything to do and I hate the homework that I have to work on." Toshiro refused to look Ichigo in the face, his body sliding down, the want to get away growing.

"So you beat someone up because you were bored?" Ichigo continued berating the small taicho. "What reason did you decide to suddenly beat that guy up for? Was it because you wanted to find a way to get out of class?"

"No..." Toshiro closed his eyes, his face frowning at the loudness next to his ear.

"Then why?"

To his surprise, the small taicho turned to look at the physically older male. "It is none of your business."

"None of my buisness why you got into a fight! Toshiro! I am supposed to be keeping an eye on you, keeping you out of trouble! Do you want to be able to get back home or not!" Ichigo waited then for the small taicho to say something, however... Hitsugaya simply glanced to the side, his body saying that he was uncomfortable.

It was only a very short time later that the door opened up. "Ichi-nii?"

At that, Ichigo suddenly glanced up and noticed that Karin was looking into the room, a worried look on her face. He let out a sigh and then began to calm down slightly. "Don't worry about this Karin. I'm trying to talk some sense into Toshiro about the fact that there are certain things you don't do."

"Toshiro, why's Ichi-nii angry at you?" The small female asked, stepping into the room.

"About this morning..." the small taicho stated, still refusing to look Ichigo in the face.

At that, Karin let out a deep sigh. "Just tell Ichi-nii what happened. I honestly think that he'd understand why you got into a fight this morning."

Ichigo let out a deep sigh and then scratched his head. "I remember the kids who liked picking on me because of my hair color."

At that, Toshiro suddenly looked up, his green eyes suddenly going wide. "Hair color? Baka. That isn't what the fight was about."

At that, Ichigo's face twisted back up again. "If that wasn't it, that what was it that you got a fight over."

"I told you. It isn't any of your business." Toshiro suddenly snapped out, glaring at the substitute shinigami.

"Toshiro!" The substitute shinigami pushed his face right into Toshiro's so that both were now glaring at each other, not wanting to back down.

To his surprise though, Karin pushed between them. "Ichi-nii, Toshiro stood up for me. That's why he got into a fight."