Haha, this is my second story! I don't know how this will end up though, I just came up with this in a dream. There is an OC only because I felt it necessary to the story. But don't worry, she doesn't steal most of the spotlight.

Summary: Rukia: Philophobia. Ichigo: Insomniac. Orihime: Achluophobia. Renji: Double Depression. Ishida: Phasmophobia. Rangiku: Social Phobia. Hitsugaya: Acrophobia. Uta: Dissociative Disorder.

The Only Exception
Chapter 1: The Paper

I looked at the paper, wondering if I should fill it out or leave it blank. All there was were commanding questions and empty spaces. If I were to fill it out, brother would be happy. But on the other hand, I didn't care and I didn't want to go. But maybe it would be interesting. Or boring and uneventful. I sighed and took out a blue pen and took off the cap with my teeth, ready to write.

Name: Rukia Kuchiki

Age: Eighteen

Problem: Philophobia (fear of love)

Why: I hope you're asking why I have this problem. I don't know why, it just developed. I don't think it's too severe.

I filled out the rest of the stuff, happy that they weren't really personal.

I grunted when my Dad handed me the paper.

"What is this for?" I examined the paper and looked at the title. 'The Helpers School'. I snorted in irritation. Did he really think that I needed help so bad that I had to go back school? My Dad pointed under my eyes, and I knew what he was talking about. Jeez, couldn't the old man just let me have some space?

"I know that you can't sleep at all. This has been happening ever since-" I stopped him with my hand.

"I get it." I took a broken – but sharpened – pencil from my jacket pocket and put the paper on the counter so I had something hard to write on.

Name: Ichigo Kurosaki

Age: Nineteen

Problem: What if I don't think it's a problem?Whatever, I'm an insomniac. At least I'm not a pyro.

Why: I don't like to talk about it, ask me when I get some sleep. If you idiots didn't get that, then obviously you don't have a sense of humor.

"I had a long day!" I exclaimed as I entered the door, my orange purse swinging on my arm. My best friend, Tatsuki came up to me from around the corner and frowned at me.

"Oh, really?" I nodded silently, smile still placed on my face. Tatsuki sighed and took a folded up paper from her pocket. She read the words that were on it and my eyebrows furrowed in deep confusion. Finally, Tatsuki walked up to me and raised her hand behind me, flipping the light switch. I screamed loudly without hesitation. I was too late to stop and think about the consequences. Tatsuki groaned and flipped the lights back on. Her faced seemed angry, while mine was scared and frightened. Tatsuki handed me the paper.

"Here, you're going whether you like it or not. I already filled it out for you." She stalked away, leaving me alone with the paper. I looked at it.

Name: Inoue Orihime

Age: Eighteen

Problem: Afraid of the dark. (Achluophobia)

Why: Had a power outage two years ago, and broke my legs from accidentally falling out of a second-story window because it was too dark to see.

I shrugged and put the form in my purse. If I had to go, then I had to go.

I cried in the middle of the night, not caring if anyone heard me. If they did, they would just ignore me anyways. Who would care about a way-too-deep-in-depression guy like me? Nobody. I got up from the floor, which had been my resting place for the past few hours. I carried myself sluggishly to my actual room, ready to cry myself to sleep on my bed. I looked at my shirt as I walked on, noticing that it was dirty and wet. I sighed deeply, not feeling like doing the laundry. When I finally made it too my room, I had the urge to run to my bed, but didn't. I felt weak and helpless. I was about to drop-dead onto it when I saw a paper. I picked it up and remembered that I had gotten it earlier today, when I actually got out of my weirdly small apartment. I looked around my room, looking for any type of thing to write with. I found a purple marker, the kind that was scented. I picked it up and uncapped it – letting smell of grapes hit my nose.

Name: Renji Abarai

Age: Twenty

Problem: Double Depression. I looked it up online.

Why: I got cheated on by my high school sweetheart and she died in a car accident a week after we broke up.

I threw the marker in a random spot in my room and took the form and placed it in my jeans pocket. I crawled onto my bed, for once not crying too hard.

I stood in the middle of the mall, not moving, not making any slight movements at all. I looked around, wondering where they were and how I could avoid them. I saw a sudden movement and I cringed. Was that it? No, it wasn't. I sighed and began walking along with the herd of people. I was doubting my sanity, who really fears ghosts when they aren't real? I looked around, wondering if any stores would take my interest. When I spotted a booth at the wall, I curiously walked over to it. There was a chair behind it, but no one was sitting there. All that was there was a stack of papers and a couple of pens. I looked at the paper and noticed that it was entitled 'The Helpers School'. I internally gasped and grabbed a pen. I didn't know if my problem really was a problem, but I'd fill out the form and deliver it anyway.

Name: Ishida Uryuu

Age: Nineteen

Problem: Phasmophobia. A friend had told me about it. It is the fear of ghosts, if you didn't know that.

Why: I am content with telling you that I had developed this when I started reading ghost stories when I was little.

I sighed irritably when my distant cousin handed me the paper and a pen – not really into this whole 'I need help' school. I roughly took both out of her hand and placed it on the desk. She took her own copy of both and started writing on it, her penminship neither elegant nor messy.

Name: Rangiku Matsumoto

Age: Twenty-One

Problem: Social Phobia. I guess that you can figure out what that it.

Why: I guess that it's because I have always been a socially intact person, but when someone calls me a name just to be mean, I start to feel all weird and scared. I don't like it and I'd like some help.

When Rangiku continued to write on and on and fill out the rest of the questions, I started on my own paper.

Name: Hitsugaya Toushiro

Age: Eighteen

Problem: I don't really like admitting this, but if it's necessary...Acrophobia: Fear of heights.

Why: I had always been 'vertically challenged' so I guess that's where it started.

I bounced up and down to the beat of the music, happy that I had something to do instead of sitting around all day.

There's a she wolf in your closet,
open up and set her free.
There's a she wolf in your closet,
et her out so it can breath.

I sighed deeply and looked around, wondering why the music was on.

"Where am I?" I called out loud. I glanced around, wondering what this place was and who was. I started panicking when all my memories came back in a jolt and filled my head with pain. I shuddered when it ended and ran a hand through my hair; happy to know who I was again. I ran over to my computer desk and pulled open a drawer. I took out my notebook and flipped through the pages. I had finally landed somewhere in the middle when I stumbled upon the paper that I had accidentally stuffed in there. I got a blue crayon and started writing hastily.

Name: Uta Yoshe

Age: Eighteen and a-half

Problem: Dissociative Disorder. Some random person was talking about it while I was purchasing my groceries. I thought that I had it since I tend to have some of the same symptoms.

Why: I don't know.

I hurriedly scribbled out the rest, trying to write it down before I forgot about it. I sighed happily when I was done. Now, all I needed to do was wait to be excepted.

So...do you like it? This was only an introduction. This whole thing will actually be like a school -- except...different in a couple of ways. XD If you see any mistakes then please tell me so I can fix it. This includes wrong spellings of names, references ect.

Please review, I'll give you..happiness! Yes, happiness!

-- CANDYpeace