I'll make this short and sweet. I haven't written a lot of multi-chaptered non-lemon stories, not sure if i write above my targetted audiences head or not. Maybe I'm just not that good of a writer. So I'm giving it another try, I've been writing since 2000 for different sites (Fan Fiction, Debs, Media Minor, Ficwad, are a few places you can find me). Don't expect me to ever give everything away in the first chapter. Also be prepared to read, I write between 2K & 3K worded chapters. Quick note: <3 Microsoft Word <3
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Bleach or any of the bands or their songs in this story.
Warnings: Language, Action, Violence
Word Count: 3114
Notes: Single Quotation denotes English, double quotation denotes Japanese.
Bleach: Regrets of Nothing.
Chapter One: Intro
‘Another school… this should be fun. A stranger in a strange land. Let the fun begin.’ A young man, roughly seventeen stands before Karakura High School. He has tanned skin, stands six feet four inches tall, a muscular build about 230 lbs, he has dirty blonde hair, one blue eye and one green eye, lightly tanned skin from the Greek blood in him. It was late fall, before the first snow.
In a classroom above him, several students look out the window. He looks up at them and they suddenly turn their attention away from him. He shrugs it off and enters the high school to see the head master.
The classroom who was staring at him is in a clamor. Class 1-3, the best class in school. A young man with orange hair sits in his desk; he’s none other than Ichigo Kurosaki, one of the more known students in the school for his reputation and his hair. His lifelong friend, Tatsuki Arisawa sits in a deck in front of him, facing him. His other friends go back to their seats but face him.
“Ichigo, you’re the only one who wasn’t looking outside.” Tatsuki leans onto his desk. “Think you’re special?”
“I’ve seen new kids before; it’s not a unique occasion.” He lightly pushed her off his desk.
“Say it to the rest of the class. They think seeing an American is new and unique.” Uryu Ishida, the best student in class, adjusted his glasses as he took his sear near Ichigo as the bell rang.
“All right class! Settle down, we got a new student joining us today! Please welcome Abel Nicholas; he’s an exchange student from America. Please welcome him.” Ms. Ochi, their teacher stood before the class showing off the same student from earlier.
“Please say tell us about you, Abel.” She smiled as she took a step back from the center of the class.
“What do you want me to say? I know enough Hiragana and Kanji to just get by. I’m from the Empire of America I MEAN UNITED STATES OF AMERICA!” He cracked a smirk looking at the class as some laughed at the bad joke.
“You can take a seat Mr. Nicholas.” Ms. Ochi took center stage again. “Take the empty desk by Tatsuki.”
She pointed out Tatsuki. Abel sat down and observed his new classmates. Some of them glanced over to him from time to time. Some he took notice of, specifically Tatsuki and the chesty girl with orange hair near her. He didn’t pay much mind to anyone else, except the Mexican, at least Abel thought he’s Mexican, student. The bell began to ring as Ms. Ochi started their first class: Calculus.
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Some hours later the bell once more began to ring, letting the students out of school. Abel walked past the students, some whose names he could remember right away others not so well. He noticed the Mexican student, Yasutora Sado, and then nod his head at him. He returned the nod as during their lunch he had a few minutes to talk to him. They didn’t talk much as it was mainly Abel talking, Yasutora said very little. He didn’t pay much mind to the others. He began leaving by walking to nice blue car, parked down the street. He had his keys in his hand when he was pushed from behind. Pocketing his keys he turned around.
“So you’re Abel Nicholas. We’re the Saito Gang and we’re here to help you.” One kid with black hair got up into his face.
“I know who you are Den Xu.” Abel looked at each boy, recognizing them as local bullies.
“That’s Mr. Xu to you!” Den brought a fist up this face.
“Calm down Xu. I’m sorry for his overreaction. Then you know what we’re known for, I, Ryuji Saito promise to make sure nothing happens to you or this nice car.” Ryuji Saito, a short fat kid began to pet his car softly.
“Let’s cut out the foreplay and get to business as we’re all busy men. What do you want?” Abel skipped straight to the chase.
Two more kids surrounded him, each of them he knew their names. Their leader Ryuji Saito, a short fat kid who had a Hell of a temper who also could fight for a man his size. His right hand man Den Xu, he has little patience and a huge mean streak. Their cronies Kenji Ito and Shingo, he missed his last name but it didn’t matter. He observed Ichigo and Yasutora in the distance starting to approach them.
“Well for a small fee of two hundred yen a week, I can keep these guys off your back along with anyone else who might cause you or your car trouble.” He took his hand away slowly and pulled out a small coin.
“Hmmm that’s a good offer but I got an even better one.” Abel gave Ryuji an uppercut knocking him out on contact.
Den attempted a choke hold, but as be pulled back he kicked both Shingo and Kenji in their jaws. Ichigo and Chad stopped to watch him. He squeezed out of the hold, and slammed his foot into Dens head. He quickly got up and played Kenji some sweet chin music, knocking him on the ground, spitting out a few teeth. Shingo just looked at him in shock and awe. He jumped at Shingo and he ran straight into a telephone pole. He turned to see Den get up, grab a rock and try swinging. He grabbed his arm, slammed it onto his shoulder causing his arm to dislocate and then gave him a few rabbit punches to his ribs before giving him an uppercut like he did Ryuji. Ichigo and Chad approached him as he was getting ready to unlock his car doors.
“What do you guys want? I’ll kick your asses just like how I kicked theirs.” He smiled at them, letting them know he was joking.
“Never seen anyone beat down the Saito gang like that before. Where’d you learn to fight?” Ichigo seemed somewhat interested.
“The back alleys of Denver, where I’m from. When you go to a public school in America, you better know how to fight when you’re the new kid in school or have new kids joining the school. Behind you.” He pointed to two young women sneaking up from behind.
Ichigo turned to get almost knocked down by Orihime Inoue, the chesty orange haired girl he noticed earlier. Then he saw the young woman next to him again, Tatsuki. She walked over and whistled looking at Abel’s car. She ran her hand along the car much like Ryuji did. Tatsuki stepped over the guys who were scrambling away, hoping Abel didn’t finish them off. Orihime looked at his car and whistled much like Yasutora did.
“Wow… is this yours?” Yasutora spoke first admiring it.
“Yeah it is Yasutora.” Abel leaned onto his car.
“It’s really nice… but how did you ever afford something this nice?” Tatsuki stopped and leaned onto his car.
“Get your boobs off my car and it’s easy to afford when your old man is a World Class Heavyweight boxer.” He chuckled under his breath.
“Hey!” Tatsuki threatened to scratch his car with her nails.
“Awe take a joke, cookie.” Abel opened his eyes noticing everyone stare at him.
“What the Hell? Cookie?” She looked at him indignantly.
“Wrong word… I meant CUTIE. Sorry.” He rubbed the back of his head looking at her sheepishly.
“Well he did say his Kanji was passable.” Orihime released Ichigo’s neck.
“Might want to keep practicing your affectionate terms.” Ichigo rubbed his neck looking at Abel. ‘Yankee’.
TBC in post 2