Before we start the story...

I've watched Ouran High School Host Club over the past few weeks...and I'm not embarrased to say that I truly enjoyed it...

"Ow…that hurt." Sitting up from where he lay, the man rubbed the back of his sore head. "What happened? The last thing I remember was…Oh no!!"

Behind his dark sunglasses, his eyes widened in realization and his mouth was agape in terror. Jumping to his feet, the man dashed out from whatever alleyway he woke up in and ran to the main street, which was eerily empty at this time of day.

Better for me… the man thought… I can't bear to ignore my fans before I check on that boy…

Making sure to look both ways before crossing the street, the weirdly dressed man continued his spree until slowing down just a few feet away…he had no idea where he was…

Now sitting on the edge of the sidewalk, the burly mustachioed man rubbed his nose bridge. Replacing his circular glasses, and fancy hat, he stood up and began arbitrarily walking alongside the main road. Before his memory relapse, the sun was tall and…sunny…in the sky, but now, it was nearly setting and cast an orange tint on everything and everywhere.

A large group of people were gathered down the street, and despite fearing a horde like attack, he never experienced anything damaging yet. "Yoohoo, do you people know of a little boy?" But for some reason, no one paid attention to him. Seeing a gap in the crowd, he managed to walk through…but it was eerie how no one noticed him at all. In fact, there were many cries and whimpering people who all bore flowers. It was only a matter of time before he came across a field of flowers—after fully passing through the crowd—all of which were many exotic colors and sizes.

"What…what's this?" Road barriers were up on either side of the flowers, and the field itself covered the street from sidewalk to sidewalk. Sensing no danger, the man approached the field and hopped over the barrier closest to him. "I-ie…"

After failing his third calming attempt, Chin sighed and plopped back into his seat. He now regretted telling her how his day was, especially the fact of mentioning the name, 'Don Kanonji'. Her soft sniffles reminded him why he stood up in the first place, and he hurried over to the bathroom.

"Please don't, Ururu-chan…" Chin tried a fourth time. Handing over the box of tissues, the young girl grabbed onto it and immediately blew her nose into a sheet. "Er…better?"

Sniffling again, her usually violet eyes were reddened now, perhaps from rubbing them too much. "Hai, Chin-san…" Her soft voice answered. He felt empathetic and pathetic at the same time, for not knowing that Don Kanonji was her friend. Chin gently took the box and placed it on the low table, and plopped back down to his seat for a second time.

"It's-it's funny, I haven't heard from Kanonji-san since Jinta andYuzu's wedding…" She smiled despite sniffling again, as she reminisced out loud for him to hear. Her dark blue pony-tailed hair bounced as she remembered, and she brushed away her forked strain of hair from her face. "Everyone including Jinta was surprised at Kanonji-san when he made her an honorary Karakura Ranger—Yellow…"

"Karakura…Rangers?" Scratching his cheek lightly, Chin was confused over the new term.

"Hai, Chin-kun…it was a group that Kanonji-san started a few years back, way before the Arrancars and Vizards and Aizen…We were to protect Karakura from bad and evil. It consisted of Jinta, Karin, and me along with Kanonji-san. Jinta and Karin always fought over being Karakura Red, Kanonji-san was Karakura Gold, while I was Karakura pink."

"That…doesn't really help…"

"Chin-kun…can you take to where the accident was?" Somehow appearing right in front of him, the young girl's eyes glimmered with potential tears. "I want to place some flowers there…"

Blushing because of her proximity, Chin nervously scooted backwards. "Sh-sure, Ururu-chan….heheh…"

It was a casual walk leaving the Urahara Shoten, a candy shop owned by Kisuke Urahara. In the short time that he had been staying in order to recover, Chin never recalled any customers coming in. Perhaps location could have been a part of it…

The two were walking down the street, the sun now setting. Squinting his eyes against the blazing light, Chin used his right hand as a visor while stuffing his left deeply into his pocket. An arm wrapped around it, freaking him out just slightly. Careful not to outwardly panic, he looked to see the dark haired girl smiling slightly as she held a single flower in her hand.

"Chin-kun, thank you, for coming with me…"

"Eh, you wouldn't know where to go otherwise, right?" he answered nervously.

"Oh…is that where it happened?" Coming up ahead of them, a large crowd had gathered, "No wonder there wasn't any traffic on this road…"

"I-ie…" Don Kanonji, famous spirit medium, and Hell's messenger, fell to his knees when he saw his framed portrait amongst the field of flowers. It all made sense now, the fact that no one could see him at all…

A brown haired young man and a dark haired girl squatted on other side of him, but looked ahead towards the Portrait. The young girl placed a single pink flower amongst the bunch, but even with such a somber environment around her, she smiled slightly.

"Hey…you…" The young man on his right whispered "You're Don Kanonji, right?"

"Haven't seen you in a while, Gold Ranger-san." The girl on his left whispered as well. Looking in her direction, the girl's cockroach-like bangs hung over her face between her large violet eyes.

Both stood up, and began to walk through the crowd.

"W-wait! You can see me!?"

"Follow us…" the brown haired man responded.

Having no problems phasing through the crowd—although many people shivered at the action—the mustachioed man had followed the two into a nearby alleyway.

"Ohaiyo, Kanonji-san?" The dark haired girl chirped.

"N-nani?" Adjusting his sunglasses, he stared perplexed at the young girl. "Ururu? Is that you?"

"Hai…it's been a while, hasn't it?-" instead, the large weirdly dressed man hopped around her in confusion, trying to figure out what was so different about his Karakura Pink. "Oh, do you like my new hair? Chin-san asked me to try it, and I've worn it ever since."

"Chin…san?"

"That'd be me…so you're Don Kanonji-san, hmmm?" Chin approached the confused spirit. He had seen many wacky costumes during his time as a Shinigami in America, but this fellow took the cake. "Well then, I guess it's time for you to pass on…" Clutching the small Gikongan dispenser in his pocket, Chin was ready to perform Konso.

"Yes…that's why I haven't passed on…"

"N-nani?"

"Quickly, Karakura Pink-u, we must find that little boy and see if he was alright! Only by fulfilling this last wish—NO, my last heroic act, can I pass on!!" Grabbing onto Ururu's dainty hand, the crazy mustachioed man began to drag her along with him, but paused when he looked at Chin. "Karakura Pink-u…who's this?"

"You kidding me!?" Chin sweat dropped.

"He's Chin-kun, Kanonji-san!" Ignoring her explanation, the mustachioed man was busily jumping around the brown haired young man, astounded that his eyes were following his movements.

"Oh…he can see me!"

"…"

"Well, since he's with you, Karakura Pink-u, there's only one explanation!" the man deduced.

"No, no…we're not like that…" Chin nervously waved his arms around.

"You must be her disciple!!"

"What!? Geez, Ururu-chan, do you hear what this guy's saying-" Not listening to their sudden bickering, the young dark haired girl was in a trance. Her eyes were blank and stared straight up to the sky. Realizing her sudden change in attitude, Chin stared up the sky as well; most of all towards the dark hole that closed just then.

A slight poof of snow left the top of a nearby building, leaving Chin with a familiar feeling. Breathing out heavily, he gripped the dispenser even tighter now, and ignored the taller man's continued ramblings and ideas. Brushing his right hand through his hair, he sighed loudly.

"Son of a-"

Some words from the Typewriter

BO-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!

Fun Facts:

-Gikongan...think about it...

-To be honest, I'd rather be saved by the Baka Rangers than the Karakura Rangers any day

...legalities...

-Ururu and Don Kanonji created by Tite Kubo

-Chin was once the soul of a passerby whom I stuffed into the fanfiction universe...yes...I can do that...