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The not Dance

Written by Typewriterman

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A single doorbell sang out amongst the loud bass that reverberated throughout the part house/part clinic of the Kurosaki family. Though advertised to start at 7:00 pm sharp, there was yet to be a single guest to the 'Kurosaki House Party to end all house parties'. In fact, within the living room, where a strobe light pulsed through the darkly lit living room, Three boys moped about, each unsure of the outcome of the social event in each of their own ways. Despite their worries, Keigo wanted to see through that the party was a success, or he'd die trying. Mizuiro came more because of a request, rather than genuine interest in the event, and unfortunately for the orange haired, scowl faced teen resident known as Ichigo Kurosaki; it was his house after all, essentially meaning that he was the captain of the creaky wooden ship heading out into a torrential storm.

Again, the doorbell rang, eliciting a yelp form the brunette Keigo when he finally heard the button-press device through the unnecessarily loud music. Smirking and chuckling nervously, he jumped up to his feet from the couch he sat in, and mouthed something to the other two; his voice was ostensibly overtaken by the sudden blast of "Aqua Teenz".

"I'll…get…that!!" Keigo screamed out again, until he finally gave up and just headed to the front of the house where the doorbell originated.

"Where the heck is hegoing!?" Ichigo yelled to the raven haired boy sitting next to him, receiving only a shrug of the small boy's shoulders in return.'How the heck did it all come to this…?'

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Keigo

"What do you mean, 'we're not getting alcohol'!?" the brunette teen yelped. "That's preposterous, nay, confounding to say the least!"

"Why do you only use big words for stupid reasons like that…?" Ichigo sighed while rubbing the back of his head.

"Well you se-" Pushed off of the chair with a casual hand, Keigo yelped as he fell to the hardwood floor.

"…forget I asked…" Ichigo added, turning his attention to Mizuiro instead. "Besides, we're underage you moron…"

"…but all the cool people do it…"

"I hope you jump off a bridge…"

"Now, now, Ichigo…" the raven haired teen finally said, "Considering that Keigo had gone through all the trouble up to this point…" With a soft smile, the three boys looked around the dining room, observing the painstakingly amount of speakers and decorations set up. "It wouldn't hurt to give this a shot. Besides, whether or not we want it, some of the guests are bound to show up with their ownalcohol."

"Oh, yeah!" Keigo chirped with amusement, "I almost forgot about that!"

"…maybe I should just push you off…" Growling with as intense a scowl as he could, Ichigo was baffled by how immune Keigo was to intimidation at this point. Finally, giving up, he slumped back against the couch with a sigh. Just watching the brunette hop around and continually set up decorations and electronics around made him tired. "…" feeling Mizuiro's eyes bear down on him, Ichigo turned to his left to find the boy smiling with cheer. "…it's not like I can fight all of those guys, right…?" he admitted with a low growl.

Smiling even more, Mizuiro gave a thumb up. "That's the spirit, Ichigo!"

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"Hey, welcome! Hey there, cuties…call me." Shaking his left hand against his ear in a "phone" motion, Keigo was nearly jumping with excitement that the guests had begun to arrive. "Yo, what's up?" his eyes lit up as a group of the high school's rugby players walked up the porch, nodding their heads in approval to him. "The…the drinks are in the kitchen, by the way!"

"Hey man, nice digs…" one of the large highschoolers said and reciprocated Keigo's outstretched hand. As the deafening dance music changed from loud to muffled by the closing front door, Keigo was practically on cloud nine.

'I bet that practically the whole SCHOOL will have been here by the end of the night!' He snickered to that thought, wanting no less than social immortality as a reward.

"Hey there, tiger…" a sultry feminine voice brought him back to reality, or at least, what Keigo begged to be reality.

"…?" His eyes glanced upward to see striking pair of…green eyes looking back at him. "S-s...s…" He nervously smiled as the curly haired girl cocked a wicked grin to his stuttering.

"Is Ichigo inside?" Suzume Lincho asked with a purr, pretending to be oblivious to Keigo's vacant staring.

Blinking again, Keigo coughed and cleared his throat, before combing his hair back with his fingers. Displaing a confident smile this time, he subconsciously began to bob his head in time with the bass. "Yeah, he is!" Opening the door, he gave a wink to the girls that followed, and reciprocated hand shakes with the guys. Once the music muffled up again, the confident looking Keigo slumped his shoulders and sighed in defeat, wanting no more than to jump into that party. The music became loud, awakening Keigo's latent bouncer abilities. "Hey, buddy, the exit's in the b—Mizuiro!" Startled by his friend's appearance, Keigo watched as the raven haired boy closed the boy behind him; his cell phone planted firmly against his ear. "…" He gave off a mischievous smile as an idea struck within his head. "Hey, Mizuiro…take care of the door for me, won't you buddy?" Not waiting for a response, he patted the smaller boy's shoulder before entering the party himself.

The sight before him was as beautiful as he had imagined it would be. "This…is…awesome!" He might as well been flapping his lips open and closed, as his whispered comment of awe was completely eclipsed by the loud bass from the thumping dance music. Without warning, he felt a hand brush lightly against the back of his thigh, eliciting a cold shiver to shoot up his spine. Yelping and jumping to turn to face the molester, he came face to face with a certain curly haired girl, though the look on her face was definitely not sober. "…Suzume!?" he tried to yell over the music to catch the girl's attention as she continued to gyrate her hips in tune to the music. After several attempts, Keigo settled for patting the girl on the shoulder, stretching his face with the widest smile that he could give. "…wait a minute…"

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Orihime

The loud music blared far into the neighborhood as the group of girls arrived on scene. The raven haired girl next to her sighed as they saw drinking and dancing to the fifth degree happen on the sidewalk in front of the house, accompanied by hooting and hollering by what they suspected to be drunken high school students. Their dress shoes clacked in no particular cadence against the sidewalk as they approached closer to the party hub, and it was soon apparent that the girls had entered a "defensive mode" by grouping closer together to protect themselves from drunken or perverted advances.

"Oh, this is nice, isn't it?" a bespectacled girl purred in a seductive tone.

"Crimeny, Chizuru…" Tatsuki quickly grabbed the red haired girl's shoulder, "that isn't even close to being funny…" With a rough shuffle, the group rearranged the formation so that the red haired girl was now up front, as the group continued on again until reaching the door.

"Well, well…" one obviously drunken teen bobbed his head in time with the vibrations of the house, "…howdy…" He brought his hand up to where his forehead met his hairline and nodded, as though he were wearing a hat whose visor covered his face. The girls, despite haven readied themselves for any kind of approach this night, were taken off guard by the boy's poor excuse of a pick-up line, and snickered as they tried their hardest to keep from bursting out in laughter. Chizuru was the only one not amused at all by the bunch and simply shook her head with a disappointed look on her face as she opened the door for them to enter.

It was a whole different situation when they stepped inside the house, blasted full force by the light and sounds that the party produced, and in turn what the party reacted to. Orihime felt tap on her shoulder, looking toward Tatsuki who tried to yell something to her. "…" the blaring techno had basically muted voices softer than a bellowing or drunken yell, forcing the raven haired girl to call out even louder. "Stay clo…kay…hime!?" was all that was recognizable to the girl, though the message had been sent with success. Nodding in agreement, the girls looked around to find the rest of their party. "…!? Mahana!!" Furiously tapping on the shoulder of one of the other girls, Tatsuki looked about in confusion as she only spotted only Ryo and Michiru apart from herself and the other two girls. "Where the heck did Chizuru go!?"

"Here you go…" through the noise, a stumbling teenager handed Orihime a red cup full of questionable liquid before pushing through the rest of the crowd. His cheeks were puffed up as he rushed to the nearest garbage can that he could get to.

Well aware of its contents, Orihime took advantage of the situation, deciding to carry the cup about as if it were her own so she wouldn't be offered any others. She couldn't recognize anyone else through the bouncing sea of people, specifically a certain orange haired teenaged boy. 'Hey…there she is…' she thought as she recognized the red haired girl toward the drink tables through gaps in the dancing sea, Orihime tiptoed as she spotted an unfamiliar boy talking with her. It seemed that they were familiar with each other since the bespectacled girl jumped (though clumsily) the unsuspecting boy. Feeling a push from behind, Orihime stumbled on her feet with wide eyes before catching herself. Feeling a wet sensation, she gasped at the sight of the front part of her dress in all of its glorious w-

"Orihime!" Tatsuki jumped into view with concern, "Have you seen Chizuru around?!"

"Oh, well, I…"

"Oh, what happened?" she heard her friend remark, "Look at you!" feeling tugged at the wrist, Orihime hurried along as they rushed upstairs. "We'll have to get you cleaned up before those drunken bozos think the worst!" They were halfway up the stairs when they heard it.

The 'whoop' and flashing red and blue of police sirens, that is.

Hurrying up even more, the two girls took refuge upstairs as they heard the panicked screams of the party goers down below. A single beam of light cast on her where they sat on the clean carpet of the second floor hallway, as she could discern a head of orange hair sitting at a window. 'Is that…Ichigo's room?' she wondered with curiosity as her friend next to her panted from fatigue.

"Where the hell isthat guy?" Tatsuki wondered out loud, hearing the authoritative calls of the police outside. "…knowing him, I bet he's beating the daylights out of Keigo for giving in to such a stupid idea…"

Creeping forward to the partially opened door, Orihime peeked an eye to get a better view of the room. "…Ichigo…?" A blazing spotlight caught her off guard, causing her to jump backwards and hit the door that Tatsuki had been resting against. Swinging backward, the now open door let the two girls tumble into the dark room as a girlish shriek called out.


Author's Notes: New chapter I've been working on since what...August? Different perspectives at the "night of" that I hope will bring some variation and not bog down the story in the long run. See, I haven't forgotten about it...

...legalities...

Bleach created by Tite Kubo