Dark Side of the Moon

For Nusku.
Summery: Shirosaki Zangetsu and Ichigo Kurosaki hate each other. When they’re partnered up on a project for history they are forced to work together. Lo and behold, Shirosaki develops a bit of a crush on Ichigo. But Ichigo doesn’t return the feelings…yet. AU High school fic, full of perverted Shirosaki and irate Ichigo. P.S. Yes, I AM making Zangetsu be Shirosaki’s last name.
Author’s note: So…I couldn’t think of a title better than “Fuck You.” Probably because of the double connotation. It just fit.
READ THIS!! The plot is more suited for a full length fic, so this three shot is going to be LONG. Instead of a chapter a part, it’s going to be two chapters a part. So it’s more like a 6-shot, but I doubt anyone will complain. But don’t worry, I’ll still update in a timely manner.
Fuck You: Part 1/6
“Fuck you, Shirosaki!” Ichigo yelled at the albino lividly.
“Go to fucking hell, ya orange-haired piece a’ shit!” Shirosaki said back just as passionately.
Ichigo was a 17 year old student at Karakura high with orange hair and tight clothes. He hated Shirosaki since the second grade. Shirosaki was an 18 year old student at the same high school and was an albino. His eyes were black where they should be white with yellow irises. He usually dressed punk, but occasionally he dressed differently just to fuck with people’s heads. He has also hated Ichigo since the second grade.
Neither of them remembered how this particular fight had started, but at the moment all that mattered were the harsh words being thrown between them. It was a thing of great aggravation with both of their friends that they couldn’t get along. Although their different groups didn’t hang out together, there was an inevitable clash of Ichigo and Shirosaki.
With a deep sigh Renji stepped forward and hooked his arms underneath Ichigo’s armpits and put his hands on the back of Ichigo’s head in a tight hold. Shinji also stepped forward and yanked Shirosaki away. These fights of theirs also always got physical. Their friends always stepped in before the actual fighting could begin so they wouldn’t get into trouble. The two had gotten so many suspensions and detentions it wasn’t even funny.
Sighing deeply, the friends dragged the two away from each other kicking and screaming. Just another day at Karakura high. Where all the teachers are batty and the students are crazy. But none more so than Ichigo and Shirosaki. Never a dull moment.
Shirosaki loved sitting behind Ichigo. He could do lots of mean things to him like that. His favorite so far was the ink in the hair. It was even more fun when the teacher believed Shirosaki when he said Ichigo did it to himself to try and fit in. Ichigo was so pissed at that! Shirosaki knew that he shouldn’t try and make Ichigo angry so much, but it was so worth it to see his pissed off face. And Ichigo started his own fair share of fights, as well. Shirosaki was just sneakier about it, Ichigo’s attacks were always much more direct.
Everything about Ichigo made Shirosaki angry. The stupid orange hair, those tight clothes that Shirosaki KNEW Ichigo wore to accent that (of course) great body of his. But it wasn’t like he was jealous or anything. After all, he was taller and stronger than the Strawberry. Shirosaki giggled inside of his head. Ichigo hated that name, so Shirosaki used it all the time.
At the moment Shirosaki and Ichigo were in History class. Ichigo had purposefully sat in front of someone else, but Shirosaki kicked the poor kid out. Ichigo tried to move to a different seat, but the History professor snapped at him so he was forced to sit back down while Shirosaki sniggered. Class was boring, Shirosaki barely paid attention. His only form of entertainment was flicking small balls of paper at the back of Ichigo’s head.
Something the professor said caught his attention, however. “I will be assigning your partners on this project.” Ah, shit. Shirosaki hoped he was partnered with someone smart, less work for him that way. He started listing off the partners and their topics and Shirosaki only half paid attention to it. He yawned loudly, but perked up slightly when he heard his name. “Shirosaki and Ichigo will cover the Bay of Pigs. Keigo and-
“What!?” Came the twin responses as both Shirosaki and Ichigo shot out of their chairs.
“Is there something the matter, Kurosaki, Zangetsu?”
“I can’t work with him!” Ichigo snarled and pointed at Shirosaki.
“I’m not working with that idiot.” Shirosaki said disdainfully.
“Fuck you!”
“Fuck you!”
The two got in another screaming insult match as the class watched impassively.
“Shut up!” The professor yelled and snapped a ruler across his desk. The two fell reluctantly silent, but didn’t stop glaring heatedly at each other. “The assigned partners are final. No arguing! If you two can’t learn to get along together to complete this project you will fail, and consequently not graduate. Any other objections?” The two remained silent. “Good. Now sit down so I can finish reading off the partners.” They sat, Ichigo sitting as far forward as he could to escape Shirosaki’s poking fingers.
“The last 20 minutes of class are to be used to talk with your partner and figure out when you will be meeting and who will work on what.” Excited chatter filled the room and Ichigo reluctantly turned around to face the albino who was looking particularly murderous at the moment. If Ichigo was a lesser man he would be screaming and running away. As it was he just glared at him.
“We might as well get this over with.”
“Yeah, I don’t want to be around ya anymore than I ‘af to.” Shirosaki drawled out. “I’m not much for artistry, so you can take care of the poster. We’ll both do research.”
“Kay…let’s meet at the library after school today. The sooner we get this done with, the sooner we can get the fuck away from each other.”
“What’s wrong partner, something wrong with my company?” Ichigo narrowed his eyes and turned around to face front, not able to stand looking at that bastard’s face any longer. “Don’t be like that, Strawberry.” Shirosaki leaned forward to whisper in his ear.
“Get the fuck away from me!” Ichigo said back quietly, yet vehemently, shoving at Shirosaki’s strong chest.
“Yur gonna hurt my feelings if ya keep saying stuff like that.” Shirosaki said in a fake hurt tone, but leaned back in his seat. Ichigo sighed in relief and relaxed back in his chair.
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Author’s note: This scene will be picked up immediately after this in the next chapter.