Diclaimer: Once again the same as before.

So, here's the seventh chapter. It is seven, right? Yeah. But it's time for the club scene! Yes! Hichigo gets to come out again! Yes! I've missed him. Have you? But what are you reading this for! Continue down to the story!

Chapter VII

Moon's Nightwalk was already bouncing when they showed up at the door. Apparently, Itachi knew the club owners, because the bouncer at the door, Jidanbo, smiled at him when he saw him.

"Hey, Mr. Uchiha. Here again tonight?"

Itachi smiled, his red eyes almost swirling. "Yep. I brought along a few friends; I hope it's all right with you if we just go inside now. It's early yet and we're itching for some dancing."

"Of course! The boss is at his usual place tonight; he's been wanting to see you again, so make sure you go and pay him a visit at least once tonight."

Jidanbo advised, opening the door for the group of three.

"I will, thanks. Do me a favor; if you happen to see Kabuto, tell him I'm looking for him."

Jidanbo, seeing a fierce glare behind Itachi's normally calm face, felt obligated to say, "You know the boss doesn't allow blood-shed here at the club. If you've got business with a client, do it somewhere else."

Itachi merely smiled, though, before waving and entering the throng of people just inside the door. It was time to party.

"Um, what exactly is this?" Ichigo asked, looking down at the pale drink Itachi set before him.

"It's a lime tequila, watered down. Same thing I got for Neji. After all, I don't know if you can hold your liquor or not."

Ichigo scowled at the smirk he knew was on his roommate's face, but shrugged before taking a cautious sip of his drink. It tasted good, surprisingly; better than he'd expected. It was tangy, and slightly bitter; something unique he'd never tasted before. But it wasn't' bad.

He took another sip, and another, not even realizing he was already down to half of the drink left. Neji and Itachi were watching him with slightly amazed looks; one more amused than the other.

"Well, Ichigo? You like?" Itachi asked, shrugging out of the light black jacket he'd grabbed.

Ichigo shrugged, before killing off the rest of the drink. Itachi, seeing that Ichigo was done with his drink, stood, pulling Neji up with him.

"Well, Ichigo, Neji and I are going to dance. I see Gaara over there; why don't you dance with him."

He waited a few moments but, seeing that Ichigo was just going to stand there looking at him, Itachi shook his head and wandered off, leading Neji by the hand.

King, why don't you go dance with the redhead? I'm sure it'd be fun.

Ichigo ignored his inner voice, opting to just sit and stare down at his empty drink. Unfortunately, Hichigo was never one to be ignored, and smirked from inside his other self.

Well, if that's the way you're going to be, then I'll just make you dance.

Wait, what? Hichigo, what're you…!

Hichigo, without warning, broke through the fragile barrier that separated their minds, and allowed his consciousness to overtake Ichigo's. Ichigo, unused to such an assault, could only watch as Hichigo completely took him over.

Normally brown eyes turned an eerie yellow, and bright orange hair turned a pale white. Tan skin turned an albino white, and pale pink lips turned almost black.

"Now, let's have some fun." An unusual distorted voice came out of those dark lips, accompanied with a blue tongue that licked sharp teeth.

Ichigo could only sit back and watch in bewilderment as Hichigo, in his body, walked over to where Gaara was dancing with a short silver-haired man, and rudely pushed the bespectacled man away.

"Hey! What's the big idea!"

Hichigo turned his eerie eyes on the man, smirking as he answered in his echoing voice,

"I'm sorry; did you have a problem? Want me to…take care of it for you?"

Hichigo raised hands suddenly tipped in claws, and the other man hurriedly backed away.

"No-no problem! None at all! I'm just going to-I'll just go now."

Hichigo cackled as he watched the other man run away, before turning to Gaara, who was watching him with a strange look on his face.

"Hey. Wanna dance?"

Gaara shrugged, ignoring the small twinge on unease as he looked upon the Ichigo who was different from the one he saw everyday. He was pretty sure it was make-up and hair-dye. After all, he couldn't completely change his appearance, could he?

Not even those with youkai inside them could do that.

"Yeah, sure."

Stepping close to Ichigo/Hichigo, Gaara allowed the music to once again take hold of his body, so that he swayed to the fast beat, jumping up and down. Hichigo watched for a few moments, memorizing the movements, before joining him, allowing their bodies to brush up against each other as they danced.

He knew that this night would be fun. He just hadn't had any idea how fun.

Well, there it is! Hichigo finally gets some time to party! Woohoo! Anyway, I'm pretty sure I'm making Byakuya show up in the next chapter. Yeah, I am. He'll be getting some time to shine! So wait for it, and please review!

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