A Normal Transfer Student [Bleach Fanfic]

It would be so soon. [24]

I came out of the clubroom, "Orihime?" She turned to me, "What are you doing here?" I looked to the sides, seeing nobody else with her, "Alone?" I slid the door close behind me, standing next to her.

"Oh! Kurosaki-Kun asked me to wait here for a while. He left me here since he knows you're still in the clubroom, so I'm not alone anymore," she smiled. "I didn't know you were interested in literature?"

I scratched the back of my head, "Well, its just a little hobby of mine. I can barely write poems," I laughed nervously. Orihime's eyes sparkled, "You can write poems?" She beamed, "Can I hear one of them?"

I shook my head, "I'm kinda shy about it," I looked at the piece of paper in hand. Not only the poetry was bad, but it was also extremely revealing about my past, including dating a girl and being bullied by my schoolmates. Though, it was a bit too sad to share it with someone as cheerful as Orihime.

"I understand," she muttered, her voice was warm and sincere. "Orihime!" "Kurosaki-Kun!" She put a hand up, waving to the spiky orange hair. She turned back to me, "Thank you for accompanying me, Neddy-Chan," she smiled, "See you tomorrow. And also don't forget to tell me about Hirako-Kun!" The last sentence made me blush a little.

I laughed it off, watching Orihime run towards Ichigo. "Aren't they cute together," I sighed, making my way to homeroom. I mumbled to myself. It wasn't my bento I have forgotten, it was a book I was reading. Eleanor & Park by Rainbow Rowell. It wasn't the best book to read in public, but I couldn't put it down.

I slowly pushed the door aside. I froze, crap. He looked over to me. His smile warm as ever. "Forgot something?" He raised a brow. I nodded, not trusting my mouth. I closed the door behind me and casually walked to my desk. Don't be suspicious. Don't be suspicious.

I grabbed the book which was on my desk. I flipped through the pages to make sure the book was well intact. I looked over to Aizen, don't be suspicious. Don't be suspicious. I quickly stuffed the book into my bag. "Ned, could you assist me?" I stopped, cursing under my breath, "Sure thing, sir."

I took the stacks of my books into my hands, it's like as if he was waiting for my forgetful ass. I followed behind to the door then moving next to him once we were walking in the wide school hallway. The skies were orange which shone a gentle hue into the hallway.

Aizen suddenly stopped, he looked over to me, oh crap, oh f-- "Your spectacles is out of place," I nearly cringed back when his hand reached for my glasses. His fingers gently adjusted my glasses back to its place, "Thank you," I muttered softly as we continued walking.

We arrived in the office as I placed the books down onto his desk. I slung my bag over my shoulder. "It might be dark by the time you reach the school gates," he muttered, his eyes went to mine, "I could accompany you if you like." My eyes widened, I blinked at him. I looked out the window, spotting a familiar figure lingering by the school gates, "No, it's alright, sir," I turned to look at the threat, "I appreciate your concern."

I forced a smile and walked out of the office. Right after closing the door, I practically ran down the school hallway. I nearly had a HEART ATTACK. Aizen accompanying ME in the DARK ALONE? Nah, never, NO SIR- By the time I reached the school gates, I was a panting mess.

I looked over to Shinji, "What happened there?" He asked, moving his head up a little.  I shook my head, trying to catch my breath, "Just uh-- the threat asked me to walk me back home," I muttered, "Good thing he took no for an answer."

"He's a teacher, huh?" Shinji muttered as we started walking. "I guess its discreet," he shook his head. "Enough about him, tell me--," someone appeared out of nowhere, kicking him square in the face. "This isn't a time for you to pick on high school girls, baldy!" the figure shouted.

She was short, about 133 centimetres. Her blonde hair was tied into spiky pigtails. She wore a red jogging suit with yellow slippers. There were tired lines and freckles under her brown eyes. Her Zanpakuto was carried on her back. She had an overly long fang on the left upper side of the mouth. She looked over to me with a fierce look, which reminded me of my sister back at home.

The short height, the mean look, the aggressive approach. Yup, those things were my eldest sister.

"That was uncalled for, snaggletooth!" Shinji got onto his feet, his hand covering his bleeding nose.

"Your face is uncalled for!" She fired back, crossing her arms.

I went over to Shinji as I helped him up, "See? Why can't ya be more lady-like just like angel here?" I held his hand as I helped him up, his other hand patted the top of my hand. I looked up, looking at the windows of the office, make sure the enemy doesn't discover it, "Oh, shut up, baldy!"

I dragged Shinji by his hand, "Oi! Are you just going to ignore me?!" The blond shouted, most likely towards me. I continued dragging Shinji away from the school, he wasn't protesting. "Hey, I'm talking to you!" She gripped the back of my uniform, tugging me towards her.

I turned to her, taking her hand into mine and dragged her with me. "H-Hey!" She tried pulling her wrist away. I had a surprisingly strong grip for a girl. I dragged them both behind a wall, making sure the school was out of sight. I looked around us, making sure no one else was looking.