~ BLEACH
It was a sunny Saturday as a eighteen year old's eye twitched. He had orange, spikey hair, and brown eyes. His name was Ichigo Kurosaki and he was a collage student at M-university. He currently staring at the giant fair that was being held on campus. 'What the fuck?' thought Ichigo.
"Hey, Ichigo." said a voice. The teen looked to see a girl with black hair spiked at the side who actually kinda looked like a boy. It was his childhood friend; Tatsuki Arisawa. "Hey Tatsuki, what the hell is all this?" asked Ichigo. "It's a fundraiser, as you know, all the other students have class trips to other places, but, our class took a vote, remember?" asked Tatsuki.
Ichigo then remembered, it was a piece of paper that said 'regional' or 'travel', he had voted for travel. "Oh ya, so, why do we need a fundraiser?" asked Ichigo. "The teachers said our class could take a field trip to another country, but no far then Europe, but we need to get the rest of the money." said Tatsuki. The teen nodded and Tatsuki took his hand. "Come on, we need some help, we got a lot of people here." said Tatsuki.
"Alright, but what am I doing?" asked Ichigo. "Well, the booths are full, so I had opened a kendo booth, the customers pick who they want to fight and we duel, both you and me are running it." said Tatsuki. Ichigo nodded and saw the booth looked like a dojo, but smaller. She then passed Ichigo a uniform. "Change into it, and hurry." said Tatsuki.
Ichigo sighed but went into the back and changed into it. It was a sleeveless black Japaneses shirt which had a golden dragon design with a high collar, black flowing pants with a gold streak down the sides, and black slipper shoes. The outfit fit him perfectly. He came back around and bumped into someone. It was a guy his age with red hair and tattoos. He was Renji Abari, Ichigo's ex-friend.
The reason they weren't friends was because Renji found out he liked men. But now, the asshole was gay as well and tried to get with him. He smiled at the orange haired teen and looked him over. "You look good." said Renji. "Thanks, now fuck off." said Ichigo.
He went to leave but Renji caught his arm. Without a response, he elbowed the red head in the face. He backed off, holding his face and Ichigo returned to Tatsuki. She was wearing a Japaneses female warrior outfit, which was red with some different color flowers on it. She looked at Ichigo and flashed a thumbs up.
"So, what, we just fight people with kendo swords?" asked Ichigo. "More than that, we charge ten bucks and they choose if they want hand-to-hand or kendo swords, plus who they want to fight." said Tatsuki. Ichigo nodded, sounded good to him. They waited and soon enough, a line of people formed. This was going to be tiring.
~ BLEACH
It was now 6:30 and Ichigo was with his class as the class president counted the money. The class president was a small girl with black hair and violet eyes. Her name was Rukia Kuchiki, she was a good friend of Ichigo's since the 5th grade. She finishes counting and smiles at everyone. "We have enough for the trip." she says.
Everyone cheers and Ichigo looks at them weirdly. He then gets a nudge from Rukia. "Come on, Ichigo, this'll be fun." said Rukia. "Alright, alright, but where are going anyway?" asked Ichigo. Rukia chuckled and pulled a brochure from her shirt.
"Everyone, this is where we are going!" declared Rukia. She pushed it into Ichigo's chest, and this made another girl whine. She had black hair as well that was held back in a bun. It was Momo Hinamori, the class vice-president. "Rukia, I should of gotten to look first." said Momo.
Rukia sweatdropped a bit a scratched her nose. She kept forgetting Momo was her vice-president and not Ichigo, though she wishes. The orange haired teen rolled his eyes and looked at it. "Paris, France?" asked Ichigo. "Yes, the city of lights and romance, it's perfect!" said Rukia.
Ichigo sighed and handed it back to her. "Byakuya is there and he wants your trip to be somewhere where he knows he can get to you, right?" asked Ichigo. "You know me so well." said Rukia, laughing. Byakuya kuchiki was Rukia's older brother and he ran a business, for what, the teen forgot. A girl with long orange hair took the brochure and smiled, blushing lightly.
"Ooh, Paris, oh great." gushed the girl. She was Orihime Inoue, a girl who was crazy in love with Ichigo. No, really, he had caught her five times in his room, smelling his clothes. She looked at Ichigo dreamily, thinking of Ichigo declaring his love for her on top of the Eiffel tower. Ichigo was disturbed from her look and Rukia dismissed everyone.
He grabbed his bag and Rukia followed him out. "So, when do we leave?" asked Ichigo. "Monday, and with all the money, we can stay for a month and the teachers can't do shit, though they will e-mail everyone the class notes, and homework." said Rukia. Ichigo snorted and Rukia smacked his arm. "So, what do you plan on doing?" asked Ichigo.
"I don't know, theres so much to do in Paris, sight seeing, fancy restaurant, stores, even parties, it'll be so fun." said Rukia. Ichigo rolled his eyes and the small girl looked to him. "What about you?" asked Rukia. "Anything that doesn't bore me." said Ichigo. "Hm, well, I wish you luck with that." said Rukia.
"Thanks, midget." said Ichigo. He got a sharp kick to the shin for that. "Also, you got to stop making Momo whine." said Ichigo. "I can't help it, I really wanted you for my vice-president but no, everyone picked her." said Rukia. Ichigo shrugged, and then paused.
"Wait, I never even entered for the race." said Ichigo. Rukia laughed nervously and ran down her street. "Rukia, stop trying to make me do shit!" yelled Ichigo. "NEVER, BERRY BOY!" yelled Rukia. "Bye, midget!" yelled Ichigo.
He ran when he saw a rock heading for him. He laughed and headed for home, he had to pack.
~ BLEACH
*Paris, France: 2:40 A.M.*
It was foggy and silent on the streets as a figure ran down an alleyway. H let out a huff and looked back. He gripped his arm and let out a puff of air. "I can hear ya heart, *diable spawn." said a voice. The man turned to see a hooded figure that held a sword.
The man growled and lunged at him but the hooded figure held up a hand. "**Que la malédiction du diable brûler le sang de votre démon." said the figure. The man let out a grouling shriek of pain as he grabbed his arm. The skin turned red and started to blister before blood burst from the veins. The man fell, blood flowing onto the concert.
The figure sheathed his blade and left the alleyway. "May all demons be damned ta hell." whispered the figure.
A/N: Well, first chapter done, let me know what you think. plz review.
* diable spawn - Devil's spawn
** Que la malédiction du diable brûler le sang de votre démon -The curse of the devil burn your blood demon