Emo Club
Warnings: Spoilers for too many things to name.
Disclaimer: Why would someone who owns multiple manga/anime series, gummy bears, and Teddy Grahams be writing a fanfic?
Series (in this chapter): Bleach
Were you neglected as a child? Abused? Had your dog ran over?
Think the world sucks? That you could rule it so much better?
Hate everyone and everything?
Well then, the Emo Club is just for you!
First meeting is on the 78th of September! Bring cookies and other snacks! dIE! I mean- have fun! Meet new emo people!
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"Hurry up, Izuru-chan, yer gonna be late."
"Huh?" he mumbled unintelligently. Late? Late for what?
"C'mon," his captain shoved a flyer in his hand. E...emo club? What's emo? Why's there a club for it? And why did he have to attend the meeting?
His eyes went lower and read the byline. Ki...Kira Izuru? Hey the guy who started the club had the same name as him! Wait, no. It WAS him, wasn't it?
"Ichimaru-Taichou! W-why's my name on the flyer? What's emo? Why am I in an Emo Club if I don't know what it is? Better yet, why did I start it? Wait- I didn't start it!"
"Ara, calm down, Izuru-chan. I started it for ya, you'll get to meet lotsa people jus' like ya there!" he smiled. Just kidding, he's always smiling.
"B-but Ichimaru-Taichou-!" Too late. Poor Izuru-chan, he'd already been pushed through the warp hole.
A/N: Try not to be offended, and don't take this too seriously.