Ichigo stared at the door he was supposed to walk in through. The pale green made his eyes go blurry, and when they did, he blinked a few times. What the hell was he doing here?

His brain responded quickly.

You're a lazy ass and you need to get out more. Also, your attitude causes you to not get many girls, and therefore, if you release this stress, like, let's say, by wrestling, you might get laid. Plus, the colleges will love the little title in your resume that says wrestling champion.

Oh, right. He was here for that.

He reached for the door silver handle that glistened although the lights above him where dim, and he entered the large gym that the school owned. The gym had red benches for a crowd that covered the whole right side of the gym, and the rest was purely made for them. Some baskets for the basketball players were on each side of the court, and the school colors, red and white and gray, made the lines to show where the court was, and where a foul could be considered. However, these were covered by large mats, on which about 10 kids were sitting on.

He hadn't notice the 10 pair of eyes were all directed at him.

He walked silently, hand in his pockets, back slightly hunched, orange hair distracting.

Normal Ichigo.

"Kurosaki! You are late! If you're gunna be here, don't be late!" Coach Jefferson, a middle aged 'player', yelled at him.

"Alright." He sighed, and sat down. Orihime, who ironically was good at wrestling, waved at him. He grinned and then turned around at the sudden sound of the coach's raspy and strong voice.

"For the next few weeks, we will be practicing every week, Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays."

Great. Just…great.

"Now, I'm going light on you. You, especially, Kurosaki."

Ichigo scowled.

"Okay, go to the locker rooms and get changed. Get here as soon as you do." Everyone got up quickly. The boys looked at him menacingly. The girls stared at his hair.

"Ichigo-kun!" Orihime exclaimed. "I had no idea you liked wrestling!" she said, her eyes sparkling with pure joy. He frowned.

"I don't." he said. "I need the extra credit. Need some extra curricular classes to get to good places in life. Even if it's wrestling." She nodded. Her feet pivoted towards the left side, while his to the right. As soon as he entered the locker rooms, the air was tense. The boys didn't like him. And as for Ichigo, the feeling was mutual.

"What the hell are you doin' here?" Clash, a boy in his homeroom, asked.

"I can't like wrestling?" he said, sarcasm slobbered over his sentence.

"Eh, Kurosaki, don't give us that bull. We know why you're here!" a boy he didn't know said.

"…And that would be?" he said, never looking at the boy, but staring at the lock to his locker, his fingers spinning the small circular lock.. It opened with a creak.

"I…uh…" Ichigo unbuttoned his shirt while staring at the poor boy, who was obviously trying to figure out himself why the hell he was there.

"Well, you better not try to make us lose. We'll kick your ass!" Clash exclaimed.

"Whatever." He said, his muscular arms taking off his black under shirt from the back. He leaned his head forward, the shirt easily falling off.

The guys gawked. The boy had a freaking six-pack.

Half of them barely had a two.

"Have you wrestled before?" Keigo, a boy in his class asked.

"Heck, I'm not even sure what I'm supposed to do." He said. The boys all growled. Ichigo slipped on his gym shirt and some shorts.

"Whoa, your hair is like that naturally?" a blonde boy asked. His leg had very light and almost invisible specks of orange.

"Why the hell would I bleach it?" he said, walking quickly out of the gym.

"Damn. We've got ourselves competition." Clash growled, slamming his locker door shut. The other boys scowled as well.

"Orihime with Lennon (Clash) and Kuchiki with Kurosaki." The coach said, as he looked up from his blue clip board. His eyes darted from one teen to another, waiting for them to find their partners.

"Rukia, it's the boy with the orange hair." Said the coach. The petite girl walked up to Ichigo.

"Wait…Coach, this isn't a fair match up. I'm twice her size!" Ichigo said, pointing at the small girl with a black hair. Her purple eyes were unbelievably gorgeous, and her slim figure was fitting for the tight orange shirt and black tights she wore.

"We'll see about that when she kicks your ass. Now shut up and fight." Said the coach. Rukia turned to the large boy. He was right. She arrived at his shoulders.

"Don't worry. I'll be a very fair match." Rukia smiled. Ichigo simply scowled. He got into the same positing the girl got in, back hunched, arms folded barley touching the others shoulders.

"Go." She muttered, and she jammed her right hand at this side, and he yelled in surprise. He received an incoming slight kick to one of his feet, and he feel to the floor. She tangled her feet around his waist, and he was in total shock, no words coming out of his mouth. She was on top of him, her hand pressing down his arms, so he couldn't move. He tried moving to one side so he wasn't completely on the ground, but it didn't work.

The girl was outstandingly heavy for some odd reason.

"I win." She said, a cocky smile plastered on her face.

And so...my first chapter is completed. If I find this story is a complete failure, I will proceed to delete this and make a better one. Cappishe?

So review human. For the fate of this story is in your hands.