The Hikari Club
This story and fictional characters that are not related to that of Bleach(c) are mine. All other characters related to Bleach are the respective property of Tite Kubo. I lay no claim to them and only wish that you enjoy this series just as much as I have enjoyed writing it.
This is my first published story for all to read so I hope you enjoy and leave wonderful comments.
P.S the second part will be out soon.
--SunChildRay
The Hikari Club
Chapter 1
§The Beginning of Misfortune (?)§
He had to be in the wrong place, he just had to be. It was Impossible! Even though every fiber of his being was screaming for him to get away, the man with the dusty- blonde hair kept pulling him forward. He couldn't break his grip and he couldn't pull his wrist away. He only accomplished chaffing and making his wrist a bright red.
"Glad to see that someone is actually trying to take part in our activities, ('bout time we got some dang help); welcome young man to the club of desire! THE HIKARI CLUB!!"
Ichigo was dumbstruck; in front of his eyes were these gorgeous people who looked like they should be super models… not college students! They were organized around a large chair and on the far right was a tiny kid who looked like he should be in middle school, yet Ichigo had to agree that kid didn't look out of place in that group, he had a flawless complexion and his bleach white hair made him look regal. Next to him was a boy who was slightly taller but looked lanky and embarrassed to be there, his greasy raven black hair hid his face slightly and made him look mysterious and… well… adorable. In line after him was a guy with the same color black hair but he wore glasses and his blue eyes had a strong look of determination and made Ichigo wonder about the secret those eyes were hiding. But the man next to him looked out of place, Ichigo could tell already that he was going to be a problem- he had light blue hair and a bad boy exterior, he was wearing a white suit that reminded Ichigo of a zoot suit (Ichigo was surprised he wasn't smoking as well). Across from him was someone a little more interesting… his height made him loom over the rest of the boys in the group but it was his looks that made him exotic, his dark tan skin and brown hair told Ichigo that he wasn't originally from Japan and this intimated Ichigo slightly. But the next two members confused Ichigo, after all, wasn't this a club just for guy members? The two girls were average height and stood parallel from each other but both had different and 'noticeable' qualities; one had strawberry- blonde hair, the other jet- black; one had big boobs the other didn't (there ya go). So this was the school's infamous 'Hikari Club'… Ichigo was amazed never before would he ever conceive this possible, in manga perhaps, but in real life? Impossible!!
"So tell me do you like our club?"
Ichigo was taken aback when the man with the dusty- blonde hair had spoken to him. This was the first time Ichigo actually had a chance to get a decent look at him and he was handsome. His hair, although messy, seemed to bring out his more striking features- he had wonderful hazel eyes, thin smooth lips and pale skin that shined like moonlight; but his most wonderful attribute was his smile, so warm and comforting that it gave you the feeling that even if everything went wrong everything would still work out in the end. Ichigo could slowly feel the blood running to his cheeks and this embarrassed him even more.
"Well how about that answer 'kiddo'?"
Ichigo felt a vein pop in his forehead "DON'T ever call me 'kiddo'!!"
The blonde haired man stepped back suddenly and a wide grin crossed his face as he regained his posture. "A bit feisty, huh? Good. I like that in my errand boys makes them a little more interesting ya know?" he said as he patted Ichigo gently on the head.
Ichigo was ready to snap back at his remark until he thought carefully about the words that were just spoken. And then it came to him as if it was an epiphany…he was an Errand Boy. The words hit him as hard as a bullet train going 150 mph.
Errand boy. Errand Boy. Errand Boy. Errand boy. Errand Boy. Errand boy. Errand boy…
The words repeated themselves endlessly in Ichigo's mind and left him dumbstruck. So much so that he didn't even notice the pale hand that was waving in front of his face.
"I think you killed him Urahara-sempai."
"No I did not!... I think…"
"Hes not dead, just in a state of shock. He'll snap out of it soon."
"Wheew thats a reflief and as I said NOT dead."
"You didn't say that."
"Shuddup!"
Ichigo awoke out of his trance so suddenly everyone lost their posture. "Glad to see you back amongst the world of the living 'kiddo'!!" the blonde haired man said with a wide smile. Ichigo's upper lip curled into a snarl.
"Nice to still see that fightin' spririt kid- I mean… wait, what the heck is your name anyway?"
It dawned on Ichigo that he still did not introduce himself and just as he was about to open his mouth to introduce himself the blonde haired man reached towards Ichigo and grabbed his school schedule.
"Okay lets see here…"
"Hey wait a second! That's invasion of privacy!"
"Yeah so?" The blonde haired man said with a nonchalant attitude. Ichigo couldn't find anything to say. "Alright then…Ah! Here we go… So your name's Ichigo Kurosaki. Wonderful nice to meet ya! And since we are on the topic of introductions let me introduce the members you will be working for! (Ichigo slightly finched) First is this talented white- blonde…
"Tōshirō Hitsugaya," the child sized college student nodded in Ichigo's direction,
"Uryū Ishida," the guy with the thin glasses and black hair bowed slightly and in turn Ichigo responded simular. "This guy is the vice president of the club and he will be recording your performance here." Ishida pushed his glasses farther on his nose and Ichigo swore he saw a glint of annoyance in his eyes.
"Next in line is our other favorite cutie, Hanatarō Yamada," The lanky looking teenager turned his attention towards Ichigo, smiled and then started to wave. "As you can see he is one of the younger members here besidesTōshirō-kun. He will be your guide until you get familiarized on how we run things around here. Next in line our are two favorite beauties,
Rangiku Matsumoto-san and Rukia Kuchiki-chan," The strawberry- blonde winked at him while the other just sighed and stared off into the distance muttering 'this one isn't going to last long either', "Next on our list of members is our strong man,
Yasutora Sado but everyone calls him Chad." The tan skinned man was looking directly at Ichigo and he slightly flinched, but a friendly grin crossed Chad's face and he gave Ichigo a traditional Japanese greeting; Ichigo was startled for a moment but he regained his bearings and responded friendly in turn.
"And now as for myself! My name is Kisuke Urahara. But you WILL adress me as Urahara-sempai or Boss Kisuke 'kay?" the dusty blonde said.
"Wait a dang minute!! What about me?!"
"Huh? Oh I'm so sorry! I almost forgot about our star! Our big fish! Our Kobe Bryant! Ichigo let me introduce you to the president of our little club of desire! Grimmjow Jaegerjaques!!"
Grimmjow sneered and walked pridefully towards Ichigo and looked straight into his face. "That's right 'Red' I'm the president so what ever I say goes. And I demand resp-"
"Oh well look at the time!! We had better open the doors now!" Kisuke said.
"Hey!! I'm still talkin' her'! And the punk needs to be educated!" Grimmjow yelled, cluching his fist.
"Yes and well, while that is all well and good, he still needs to talk to the Madam before he can properly be accepted into the club."
"Are you serious?! Why didn't you take 'im to her first?!" Grimmjow replied while walking behind Kisuke.
Kisuke quickly turned around and a serious and deadly look flashed quickly
across his face and Grimmjow froze in his tracks. "Because that's your job… not mine. I'm not your errand boy I'm your boss and you're here to make money and if any othernecessities that are needed to be done I leave it to you, the members, and her," He promptely turned on his heels and started to walk out the door, "I'm gald we have an understanding Grimmjow because I would hate to see you get hurt… Hey Kurosaki-kun!"
Ichigo quickly stood at full attention "Yes sir?"
"I hope you enjoy it here."
"Umm, thank you sir!"
Urahara grinned and waved goodbye and the door quietly shut behind him. Suddenly Ichigo found himself in a deathly still room; so silent you could actually hear your own heartbeat. Suddenly Uryū cleared his throat and politely spoke up.
"Well Ichigo now that you have been introduced to all of the members including our 'leader' its time that you meet the woman who helps hold this club together." Ichigo raised his eyebrows.
"Don't worry Ichigo she's very nice." Hanatarou said comfortingly.
"I hope your right Hanatarō" Ichigo replied nervously.
"Actually you can call me Hana-chan if you want, everyone else does."
"Well then it's a good thing I'm not like everyone else, huh? Hanatarō." Ichigo stated with a smile. Ichigo suddenly became very worried when Hanatarō quickly looked down. 'But, but, but! I can call you Hana-chan if you want me to!' Ichigo said reasuringly.
"You know something Kurosaki- kun," Ichigo looked down at him "I'm going to like having you here." Hanatarou said with a wide smile on his face.
"You would like having another guy here wouldn't you ya little fairy?" Grimmjow stated with an evil smile.
"Hey leave him alone Grimey!!" Matsumoto yelled.
"Don't call me that you dumb Broad!"Grimmjow retorted.
"Don't call Matsumoto-san that you moron!" Rukia argued.
"I can call her wait ever the heck I want, beyotch!"
"Now Hold- The- Phone!! What the hecks your problem Jaegerjaques?!" Hitsugaya said, now entering the argument.
"You're my problem short-stack!" Grimmjow yelled.
The mindless brickering had now turned into a full- out war and in the end only Ichigo, Chad, and Hanatarou were not caught in the fray.
Well this is going to be an 'interesting' experience…if I live through it…
Ichigo thought to himself.
§End chapter 1§