Innocent Oranges Chapter 4

Hey everyone! This is chapter four of my fantastic story! I'm sorry I haven't updated in so long, but I was working on other on shots (all featuring Ichigo). Please make sure you check them out. I'll put them on as soon as they can! Read and Review!

After Tamaki finished explaining the history and the duties of the oh so holy host club, Kyoya introduced to the host club a new cosplay theme party plan.

"My sources have recently informed me that more of the female population are reading and watching anime and manga. If I do say so myself, many are obsessed with the male characters," Kyoya announced, pushing his ever present glasses up.

"You will all be assigned an anime character that suits you the most," he went on giving each member a package." Read it all and make sure you come here on time tomorrow so you have enough time for costumes and preparation."

"Gah"

The next morning, Ichigo woke up to the sound of a high pitch beeping. His fist slammed down on the son of a bitch. The redhead yawned and stretched, slipping out of his bed to take a quick shower. Half awake, the groggy teen shuffled his way to the bathroom. Not bothering to turn on the lights, he turned the water on, stripped, and then jumped in. Ichigo yawned again while turning the water off, forgetting to use shampoo in the thirty second long "shower". He grabbed his uniform of the toilet seat and pulled it on. The fiery teen brushed his teeth impatiently, thinking about what his day was going to be like. First of all, there was the fucking party thing he had to take part of. Ugh. Super. He made an attempt to comb down his hair, but quickly gave up with a sigh of exasperation. Ichigo walked down the stairs, mumbling to himself with his bag on his shoulder, grabbing a slice of whole grain toast when he was in the kitchen. He said his goodbyes and he was off.

The day past by quickly, and without him knowing, it was almost time for the party.

"Shit!" Ichigo swore, sprinting to the famous third music room, bag unzipped. He ran down the corridors, almost face-planting smack on to the ground where a stupid fucking dickface had spilt his freakin' Kool-Aid. (And yes, even insanely rich people drink Kool-Aid!)

Finally, out of breath, Ichigo ran into the music room, dropping his bag onto the floor.

"You know, you could have called us and you could have gotten a ride in our golf cart!" the twins shouted, driving in on their lilac golf cart.

"I don't even have your fucking phone number!" Ichigo shouted, feeling lightheaded from all that running.

"My my, Berry Chan! How desperate you are! Trying so hard to get someone to be yours! Someone to love and to be held in his arms. A total uke!" the twins said, clinging on to said berry head.

"Fuck you!" was the only reply the twins got.

"Settle down. Your costumes are on the couch. Hurry up and get them on. You have one hour before the guest arrive." Kyoya told them, gesturing to the couch. Ichigo walked over to the couch looking at the display of costumes. He grabbed the bag with his name on it, and walked to the change room in the back of the music room. Why it was there was a mystery. Ichigo closed the curtain and looked at the costume in his hands.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!"

The twins bursted out laughing as Kyoya rolled his eyes. The fuming teen stomped out in his boxers with a the big shredded box in his hands that he threw at the twins.

"Your being Nami from the anime One Piece!" the twins explained, waving their arms around.

"Why do I have to be a girl! Can't I cosplay as Naruto or something?" Ichigo yelled, stomping his feet.

"If you don't get that costume on right now, your family will be sued, you dumb strawberry!" the twins shouted, grabbing the box of the ground then pushing the berry into the change room.

"If you don't get into that costume right now, were gonna have to force it!" the twins threatened the sound of fabric ripping and screams erupted from the tiny change room.

"Oh god," Kyoya said, pushing up his glasses.

"Welcome, my beautiful guests! I hope you have a wonderful time!" Tamaki said grandly. He was wearing a black uniform lined with gold. He had died his hair black and put on deep purple contact lenses and dare I say looked a heck lot like LeLouche.

Kyoya was wearing a large blue high neck tee with white shorts. He was also supporting white arm and legwarmers rimmed with blue, blue sandals and a ninja band across his forehead. His hair was gelled up wards in a duck butt kinda shape. He cosplayed as Sasuke Uchiha.

Currently, Honey Sempai and Mori Sempai were sitting on the couch. Honey was wearing a baggy white long sleeve and long jeans. His hair was also died black and he had black contacts. There were bags under his eyes creating the signature "L" look.

Mori was supporting a black shihakusho and a white haori with the number 6 on the back. He had warajis on his feet, and had black extensions falling to his shoulders with kenseikan on his head. He also had the white scarf that surrounded his neck. A pink sheath that held a real katana was sitting on his hip.

The twins were picking on a certain berry head that was swearing at them with words that could get him blow out of the COUNTRY if the president was there.

Hikaru was dressed in a white tank top, leather pants and a leather jacket and had bandages wrapping around his neck. His skin seemed darker and he had dark makeup surrounding his eyes. A stigmata was drawn on his forehead. He had extensions that end at the neck and his whole head was died black.

Kaoru had on a leather vest, leather pants and had thick bandages around his hands and forearms. His skin was also darker, but instead had fake stitches across his lips. Kaoru had very long extensions that ended at his waist and was dies blond.

Together they were Devit and Jasdero from D. Gray Man, the Bonds Noah.

Haruhi was sitting on the couch opposite to Honey and Mori and was quietly sipping her tea. She was wearing a blue sailor styled school uniform with knee high socks and brown shoes. She had long brown extensions that fell to her waist with two blue ribbons on each side of her head. She was Tohru Honda from the anime "Fruit Basket."

Last, but not least was the ever so BEAUTIFUL Ichigo! He had a blue and golden vest on that exposed his toned stomach and had a cropped white jacket that was lined with orange with blue sandals. He also had on a very SMALL, a very TINY, a very MINI orange skirt. He had orange extensions that stopped at her shoulders.

"God! Why do I have to be Nami?I don't even like One Piece. I still don't get why the idiot guy in it can stretch so far!" Ichigo complained, shoving cake down his throat.

" Cause you have the same hair colour as her! That's why!" the twins yelled, staring at Ichigo as if he were the most idiotic being they have ever layed their eyes on.

"Hey! Don't look at me like that or I'll beat the crap out of your skinny butts!" Ichigo hissed, not wanting to look like a retard in front of so many people.

"My Ichigo! Don't you look cute today!"

"I love your vest!You think I could borrow it?"

"Kurosaki Sempai! Kiss me now!"

"Ugh! God, when is this going to end?" Ichigo yelled, falling down to his knees, over dramatically. He quickly ran away and took a seat in a partially deserted area. He sighed putting his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. Suddenly, a pink blur flashed right in front of him.

"BBBLLLAAAHHH!" the figure yelled at the unsuspecting berry.

"GGAAAHH!" Ichigo screamed, jumping up onto the seat, backing up against the wall.

"Teehee! You sure are pretty! I gotta have you in my collection! I just gotta!"

Ichigo looked below him and saw a cute little girl underneath him. She had short bubblegum pink hair and large eyes. She could have been in Kindergarten!

"What the heck are talking about?" Ichigo said, not wanting to taint the little girl with foul language. How sweet of him.

"Opps. I didn't tell you who I am! I'm Yachiru Kusajishi! The owner of this host club!" Yachiru said happily, bouncing around. Immediately the rest of the host club was there.

"What do you mean the host club is yours?" Tamaki said in disbelief. Yachiru giggled.

"Well, my father talked with your father. Did ya know their friends? Anyways, then my father threatened your father into giving me the host club and ya know what happened?" Yachiru explained. She leaned right into Tamaki's face.

"I GOT THE HOST CLUB!" she shouted, spitting all over Tamaki's face.

"Doesn't sound like their "friends" to me," Haruhi muttered, crossing her arms.

"Now as the QUEEN of the host club, I hereby demote tall blond guy to servant! From now on, I will rule this kingdom with Ichi-Chan!" Yachiru shouted, pointing her finger at said people.

"…"

"WHAT!"

Well that's it! Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Took a lot of work! Review!

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