As you can see, this chapter is a bit different than the one I had previously posted a while back...

Stranger than Fanfiction

-written by Typewriterman

-based on the story of Bleach, created by Tite Kubo

The chapter after the first one

Who knew that it would be that easy to be taken as a high school student? Was it possible for anyone to just start taking classes here? Hanataro sat literally on the edge of his seat, wary that no one was talking to him. He stared down to the desk, rereading the kanji of his name on the book cover over and over again.

Sneak…sneak…sneak…

Hanataro quickly turned in his seat, only to see a few students sitting quietly at their desks, chatting. They were quite far from where he sat, although at this point, he couldn’t be too sure.

Sneak…sneak…sneak…

He looked forward this time, and jumped backwards in his chair. While still on the ground, Hanataro panted heavily, still trying to get the amazingly scary image out of his head.

“Oh, sorry, was I that close?” Chizuru daintily placed a finger on her bottom lip. “Here, let me help you up…” A hand immediately grabbed the bespectacled girl’s collar and violently dragged her face to face with a teen with short raven hair.

“What did you do to Orihime, Chizuru!?”

“What was that, Tatsuki?” an auburn haired girl called from the other side of the class curiously.

“Oh…” Tatsuki breathed in embarrassment. She quickly let go of the red haired girl and mouthed her apology; something she never thought she’d do in her lifetime. Chizuru stuck her tongue out at the martial artist as her back was turned to her, and grinned at this small victory. Still on the ground, Hanataro eagerly took the girl’s hand to get back to his feet.

He dusted off the female blouse and fixed the red bow at his collar, all the while smiling nervously at the embarrassing situation. “Sorry…” he said softly.

Chizuru flashed a smile towards Hanataro, as if a hungry predator to its prey. Her eyes roamed up and down his body as if it were a piece of meat; her eyebrow was even arched as if thinking something devilish.

“Um…Ms. Honsho, was it?” Hanataro gulped towards the slightly taller girl. “Is there…something on my face?” He asked naively towards her.

So many things ran through her mind at that question that her mind had to reboot before answering back. “Uh…What was that?” She tried to ask politely. Noticing the cutely oblivious look on ‘her’ face, Chizuru looked about in an attempt to come up with idle chatter. “So, uh…what’s with the pants?” She pointed towards Hanataro’s mismatching article of clothing.

“Well, there was a bit of a uniform mix up, so I had to make due…” He awkwardly explained the situation. “Really, it was the only thing left from what they had available.”

“Oh, so you’re the uh…‘Manly type’?”

“Me? M-manly?” Hanataro stuttered. “No one’s called me manly, before…”

Chizuru wanted to get closer; see how far she could push this situation more in her fav-

“So, uh…” Hanataro chuckled even more nervously than before. He hadn’t felt this jittery since the time he first met Yoruichi. “You’re a…student…right…?” He subconsciously hit his forehead at the question, though the redhead paid no mind and simply giggled it off. “Huh?”

“Yeah, I am…” she answered girlishly. With some casual sense of purpose, the girl toyed her finger around a strand of her short hair. At the sound of the bell, most of the students had all gone to their seats, although the teacher was still nowhere to be found. Feeling inspired, Chizuru turned to face the new student, and smirked devilishly again. She explained the seating arrangements, making sure that her new friend would have a seat right next to hers.

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“Wow…Honsho is really gunning for that new girl…” from his seat, Keigo moped at the sight, wondering what this foreboding feeling was that he had about the new student that kept poking at the back of his brain. “Man, I knew I should’ve gone over to talk to her when I had the chance…”

“You’re….not serious, are you?” Ichigo shuttered in disbelief at the chestnut haired boy, confused—and slightly revolted—about how this act of mistaken identity could take place.

“I’m sure he’ll find out sooner or later, Ichigo…” the raven haired Mizuiro commented with arched eyebrows, displaying his own awkward feeling about this scenario with a small crack of a grin.

“…well, as long as it keeps her from harassing Orihime or anyone else, I’m fine with it…” Tatsuki stated matter-of-factly, “…but I still feel kind of bad for her, too…”

“I don’t know…I’m happy that they’ve become good friends!” the orange haired and bubbly Orihime chirped in her thoughts on the matter. She glanced about cutely, but then quickly gave up, and returned to her doodling.

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“Oh my…that was so…” Chizuru tried to keep from squealing loudly at the sight of Orihime looking about just a moment ago.

“When is the teacher expected to arrive?” Hanataro wondered, looking about the room curiously as well. It was a strange thing for this to happen, since he had read all about the Japanese school system being very poignant with being on time.

Her radar spiked from his motions, immediately drawing Chizuru’s attention back onto the meek-yet-somehow-masculine-looking student sitting at the desk next to her. There was no way she could keep it in any longer.

“…Ms. Honsho?” following up on his previous question, Hanataro turned back toward Chizuru too late as the girl pounced on him to the floor.

With a yelp and gasps of surprise from all the rest of the students watching in terror, the classroom door slid open to allow Ms. Ochi, teacher extraordinaire, in.

“Sorry I was late! I was catching up on this little project I’m working on…” Walking up to place her carrying bag behind the desk, the room itself halted to a strange quiet. Frozen silent by the awkward situation of Chizuru atop the other student, who hardly took any notice to the teacher’s entering the room, the rest of the class waited patiently for the misconduct to be noticed. With fingers flinging about, Chizuru gave a tantalized, almost crazy stare as she wrestled to close in on the floored Hanataro.

For his part, Hanataro struggled to keep the girl off of him by holding her wrists at bay and using his bent knees to press against the writhing-girl’s own legs from wrapping around him, while at the same time trembling in terror because of the teacher’s sudden entrance. For all he knew, the other students were unable to lend him aid as they switched their stares between the front of the room and the scene taking place in the middle.

Satisfied with taking out the necessary things from her carrying bag, Ms. Ochi picked up her teacher’s notebook before giving a simple quick glance rather than wasting her time calling out names for a proper attendance roll. “Well, it looks like you’ve all gotten a good chance to meet the new student.” She said distractedly with a smile, shuffling about the desk in search of the previous week’s test results. “I hope you learned their name, because it just might be an extra credit question on your next test!” she joked—unsuccessfully.

“Now remember, since it’s in the middle of the semester, I expect you to be accommodating to help with the transitional process. It’s an especially difficult time, since finals are coming up, you know…” She said while walking up and down the aisles of the classroom, not even noticing the dead silence of her normally rambunctious class.

“And that lucky student’s name is…” she returned to her desk to pick up her teacher’s notebook once again, clearly showing that she hadn’t even taken the time to remember the one new student’s name, herself.

Taking a second look at the updated student roster, Ms. Ochi paused for a moment before looking back out to the expectant class. She did this once more, looking down at the roster, before looking back out to the class. Blinking once, then twice, the woman gently placed the book onto the desk, and then finally turned to face the black board. “…now, let’s get started, shall we?”

“WHAT!?” the room of students exploded in a single unified scream of disbelief.

Some words from the Typewriterman

It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Yeah…it has…

...legalities... I do not condone the molestation of Hanataro Yamada…I wholeheartedly support it!

All characters belong to Tite Kubo