Stained

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Beta’d by the wonderful Warrior Nun.

Stained: Chapter 3

Ryuu was in all of Ichigo’s classes for the day, as were (unfortunately) Grimmjow and Shirosaki. Grimmjow seemed to really enjoy pestering Ichigo while Shirosaki kept himself contained with long stares. Ichigo wondered if he had done something to offend the Nocuous, or perhaps just being Imperfect was enough of a reason.

In his third class for the day he had physical training, not to be confused with the physical education that the humans got. The teacher, Yammy, pushed their bodies past their limits just to see how much it would take before any of them got exhausted.

Another Imperfect in the class was a very tall, muscular man with long dark hair that was name Kenpachi Zaraki. There was one long scar that ran from his forehead to his chin on the left side of his face, but he didn’t seem to be blind out of that eye which made Ichigo slightly envious.

Ichigo could see that he was dismissed at first as anyone important and Kenpachi instead started to size up Grimmjow as competition. Ichigo narrowed his eyes and grit his teeth until he was set with Kenpachi as one of the competitors in a match for speed. For beings of their physical duress it was a contest to see who could run around the track the faster. A hundred laps, which was a sprint for them.

Kenpachi snorted as he took in Ichigo petite frame and lingered on his long legs. Ichigo scowled and shifted into the starting position.

“Take a picture, it lasts longer.”

“I don’t do weaklings.” Kenpachi said in a gruff voice.

“Neither do I. Pussy.”

There was a moment where Ichigo could see the startled look in Kenpachi’s eye and then Yammy screamed at them to go.

It wasn’t even a race. Ichigo literally did laps around the others and even Kenpachi once, leaving whistling air in his wake. He ran past the finish line and skidded to a halt before sending a smug look in Kenpachi’s direction.

Kenpachi grinned broadly at him as he finished and ignored everybody else as he stared at Ichigo who had his arms crossed over his chest. “Maybe you aren’t so weak.”

“Too bad, I don’t have the ability to say that about you yet.” Ichigo brushed past him and walked over to Ryuu who was whistling and cat calling.

“You know he’s staring at your ass.”

“Tch.” Ichigo glanced over his shoulder to see that yes, Kenpachi did seem more concerned about looking at Ichigo’s ass then anything else. “He’s a dick.”

“Of course he’s a dick, he’s Imperfect.” Grimmjow commented from where he was laying on the ground.

“Do you have something against Imperfects?” Ichigo asked with a raised eyebrow as he sat beside Ryuu and watched as Kenpachi sparred with another Imperfect and easily kicked his ass.

“Just arrogant little bitches like you.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

Ryuu snickered and made no effort to stop either of them from fighting. “It looks like Shirosaki skipped again.”

“Probably didn’t want to get caught ogling the Imperfect again.”

“Oi, I have a name, mutt.” Ichigo said distastefully.

“Right, sorry. He didn’t want to get caught ogling the Strawberry.”

“That’s not what my name means!!!”

“I’m not skipping and I wasn’t ogling him.”

Ichigo recognized the scratchy, almost watery voice and glanced down to realize that Shirosaki was actually underneath the bleachers.

“What are you doing underneath there?” Ryuu peaked in between the seats curiously and stared at Shirosaki who was lying down. “It’s probably never been cleaned.”

“I’ve seen worse.”

“You’re a fucking idiot.” Ichigo mumbled and leaned back, intending to ignore Shirosaki’s presence. He let out a yelp of surprise as Shirosaki suddenly appeared in front of him. He had a second to think about how fast he must be when his chin was gripped and Shirosaki yanked his head up so they were staring eye to eye.

“Don’t call me that.”

Ichigo was tempted to nod and agree to anything Shirosaki said, especially with the deadly black aura he was giving off, but instead he scowled and knocked the hand away.

“Idiot.”

An enraged look flared in Shirosaki’s eyes and he snarled as he grabbed the front of Ichigo’s shirts and yanked him onto his feet.

“Heh, calm down, Shirosaki.” Ryuu had an awkward and obviously forced smile on his face as he gripped one of Shirosaki’s arms. “He didn’t mean it.”

“Oh?” Shirosaki increased the dark power surrounding him and Ichigo released his own. Shirosaki’s expression faltered for a moment as the dazzling light surrounded Ichigo, and Ichigo would have said that it was in pleasure if he didn’t know any better.

Shirosaki let go of Ichigo slowly but didn’t break eye contact until Ryuu nudged his shoulder again.

“You guys are so hot tempered.” Ryuu muttered and sat back down to watch, yanking Ichigo down too so he was forced to sit.

Kenpachi was looking in their direction with a frown, but then he was forced to pay attention as his sparring partner tried to attack him. Kenpachi batted him away easily and sent the guy crashing to the ground.

“What’s our last class?” Ichigo asked with a yawn and ignored Shirosaki who shoved Ryuu over and sat next to Ichigo. Now Grimmjow and Shirosaki were on either side of him and he couldn’t help but feel like they were cornering him in preparation to attack.

“Er, Ethics of Powers.” Ryuu said a little uncertainly and eyed Shirosaki who didn’t say anything.

Ichigo shifted in discomfort when Shirosaki leaned back and brushed his arm against Ichigo’s. His instincts were screaming that the Nocuous was way too close, but before Ichigo could react, the teacher dismissed them to get changed into their normal clothes.

In the locker room, Ichigo grabbed his clothes and moved to go change in the bathroom stalls instead of out in the open. He disliked changing in front of so many people especially when he felt eyes stray over his body.

He was uncomfortable with how different he was then most of the others at the school, even the Imperfects. While some did glow like Ichigo did, none of the other students were so bright and Ichigo had a hard time controlling it sometimes.

The four of them walked to class together. Well, it was more like Ryuu dragged Ichigo to class while the other two walked behind them in amusement.

“I’m not a dog, you know.” Ichigo scowled at Ryuu as they entered the classroom and shook his arm free of the very strong hold.

“If I don’t show you where it is, you’ll get lost.” Ryuu said with a yawn and tugged Ichigo, yet again, to the back of the classroom. “Free seat.” Ryuu pointed to the desk next to a man who was slumped over and obviously in a deep sleep. “I don’t know why he bothers to come to class.”

“Because teachers are prejudice enough as it is against Nocuous.” Shirosaki commented and threw himself into the desk behind the sleeping man. “If we don’t come to class, then it’s an automatic fail.”

“So he’s another Nocuous?” Ichigo glanced at the man again and took in his wavy brunette hair and goatee.

“Yah best watch your tone.” Shirosaki snapped and Ichigo glared at him.

“I didn’t have any tone.” Ichigo growled and Ryuu sighed heavily at yet another argument.

“Don’t think that just because you’re an Imperfect that you’re better then us.” Grimmjow commented and Ichigo turned around to huff in agitation.

“I never said that I was just asking-”

Ichigo froze as an unknown hand caressed his hair on his blind side and jerked away. He turned back around quickly and scowled as he saw the Nocuous who he had thought was asleep. He was sitting up and blinking sleepily with his hand reached out a few inches from his face. He was the most perfect Nocuous Ichigo had ever seen, and for a moment he wondered if he was really a Nocuous before dismissing the thought. His aura was a clear indication that he was.

“Your hair is orange.”

“Right.” Ichigo said in a slightly strained voice. The Nocuous blinked his grey eyes and then crossed his arms over his desk and slumped forward to sleep yet again.

“Er…”

Shirosaki snickered and Grimmjow growled in exasperation. “That was Stark Coyote. I suggest you don’t get on his bad side.”

Ichigo just stared at the now lightly snoring man in confusion. “But I didn’t…”

“Don’t try to understand him, Ichigo.” Ryuu said and leaned back in his chair with his feet propped up on his desk. “He’s just another weirdo like those two.” He nodded his head, his Mohawk moving up and down.

“Like you should talk.” Grimmjow said and kicked Ryuu’s desk to make his feet slide off.

“Settle down, everyone!” The teacher had finally arrived. He was a good-natured looking man with brown hair and rectangular glasses that made him look a little dorky. Ichigo glanced at his schedule and saw that his name was Aizen Sousuke. “We have a new student today, as many of you may have noticed.”

Ichigo sunk a little lower into his seat and tried not to draw attention to him which was pointless with everyone turning around to look at him now.

“Kurosaki Ichigo. Would you like to come up and introduce yourself?”

Ichigo would rather stab Aizen with a fork in the eye. Or the groin, since his eyes were protected by the glasses. But instead he stood and walked to the front of the classroom.

“Obviously, I’m Kurosaki Ichigo.” A few people snickered and Ichigo fought the urge to roll his eyes. “I transferred here because I got into fights.” He scowled darkly and the snickers stopped.

“Right.” Aizen clapped his hands together and smiled gently before gesturing for Ichigo to return to his seat. Ichigo walked back and mentally groaned at the looks he was getting from some of the other students.

“Wake up, Stark.” Without even looking, Aizen threw a piece of chalk at Stark and hit him on the forehead with a crack.

Stark groaned and sat up, rubbing his forehead and glaring at Aizen.

“Don’t give me that look. If you want to graduate you need to pass this class, which means no sleeping.”

Stark grumbled and leaned back in his chair so he was slouched comfortably.

“Now as we were discussing in the last lesson, why does the government give Perfects the right to use their powers while the Nocuous’ powers are heavily regulated…”

Ichigo paid more attention to this class then he did the others. He took a class like this in his old school but it was called Theory of Knowledge and was heavily biased against anybody that wasn’t Perfect. He narrowed his eyes in concentration and tapped his pencil against the desk, unaware of the eyes fixated on him.

When the final bell rang, the students scampered out of the classroom, eager for school to be over. Ichigo slid out of his seat and went to grab his book bag but he realized that Shirosaki had grabbed it before him.

“Oi.” Ichigo frowned and held out his hand for it but Shirosaki just scowled back at him and shook his head.

“Yah aren’t planning on walking home alone, are yah?”

“Well, yeah.” Ichigo was confused, wondering what that had to do with anything.

“This is mixed territory and a lot of Mongrels and Nocuous don’t like Imperfects as much as they don’t like Perfects.”

“So..?”

“Shirosaki will walk you home!” Ryuu added in helpfully.

“Don’t volunteer me, yah prick.” Shirosaki snapped.

“Why not? You’re the one who is concerned about him.”

“Tch, yah better not live far.”

“I can walk home on my home!” Ichigo yelled and tried to tug his book bag away but Shirosaki held onto it firmly.

“Unless yah want the pretty ass of yours to be raped, I suggest yah let one of us walk yah home.”

Ichigo scowled at them. “I can take care of myself.”

“Just let him do it, you guys are irritating the shit out of me.” Grimmjow growled and shoved Ichigo into Shirosaki.

“Whatever. I hope it’s in the opposite direction.” Ichigo snapped and stormed out of the room, leaving the three friends to stare after him.

“I knew you liked him, Shirosaki.” Ryuu gave him the thumbs up and Shirosaki glared at him.

“It’ll take more then a pretty face to turn me onto an Imperfect.” Shirosaki snapped and shouldered Ichigo’s bag.

“What about that ass of his then?” Grimmjow wondered out loud with a perverted leer.

“Shut up, Jeagerjaques.” Shirosaki growled and followed Ichigo out the door with the two others fast on his heals.

In the almost empty classroom, Stark Coyote raised his head from his arms and blinked. Ichigo Kurosaki sounded tiresome, but perhaps in a good way.

…

Shirosaki caught up with Ichigo just outside of school and threw his backpack at him. Ichigo sensed it at the last moment and turned around to catch it. Shirosaki leaped down the steps and landed next to him with ease.

“Let’s go already.”

“This isn’t necessary.” Ichigo said as they started to walk.

“Do yah want to get raped? Or killed?”

“I told you I could take care of myself.”

“Tch, whatever. Now where do yah live?”

“On Vine.”

“With all those prissy rich Perfects?”

“My dad and sisters are Perfects you know.”

“And they didn’t kick yah out when yah weren’t Perfect?”

“Obviously not.” Ichigo grumbled and tried to ignore the odd albino beside him who was whistling and ignoring the looks from other people on the street.

“So where’s your mom?”

“Dead.” Ichigo said shortly and Shirosaki glanced at him from the corner of his eye.

“Right.”

Ichigo was glad he didn’t say anything more like offering condolences or saying that he was sorry.

Shirosaki stiffened as he felt several dark presences nearby and glanced across the street to see a gang of Mongrels and Nocuous. They catcalled as they caught sight of Ichigo who was starting to unconsciously leak his glow in his agitation.

“Still think yah can take care of yourself?” Shirosaki asked and with an almost unnoticeable flick of his wrist, black energy flew from his fingertips to the sidewalk near the gang. The sidewalk exploded, showering them with cement and other debris. Shirosaki snickered as everyone panicked and Ichigo sent him a disgusted look.

“Why do you even care?”

Ichigo asked as they neared his house.

Shirosaki shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t, Ryuu does.”

“Could have fooled me.” Ichigo said with a snort and stopped in front of his house. “You can leave now.”

“Is that anyway to thank your escort?”

“I’d be more thankful if you never did it again.”

“Ke ke ke, right, I’ll see yah tomorrow, Strawberry.”

Ichigo glared at him but the affect was lost on Shirosaki who was already walking away. “Stupid Nocuous.” Ichigo muttered and stormed into his house where he was bombarded with questions from his sisters and dad.

“School sucks.”

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Isn’t Shirosaki a gentleman? Don’t judge a book by its cover Ichigo!

BTW, I just put up a KenIchi/ NnoitraxIchigo story for those who are intereste