Innocent Oranges Chapter 5
Hey, hey, hey! Hope you like this chapter! Not sure if anyone in the host club is old enough to drive, but in this fanfic, THEY ARE!
The host club shouted and screamed at the little pink-haired girl who was happily munching on sweets.
"AGGGHHHH! BLAHGAHFLAUNGENHA!" Tamaki shouted, his brain not able to comprehend what just happened. His flailing hands knocking Yachiru's cookie out of her grasp.
'Crunch'
Tamaki immediately stopped yelling, lifting up his leather shoes, revealing a terminated cookie. Yachiru slowly got off the couch, her pink bangs covering her eyes. A dark, disturbing aura surrounding her small body. She lifted her head, an insanely happy grin on her face. The host club gulped.
" Tamaki-Chan? Would you like your balls fried or toasted?" Yachiru said cutely, as she slammed her fists down on the coffee table, almost snapping it in half.
Tamaki shrieked in fear as he grabbed his little walkie-talkie from his pocket.
"I need a COOKIE! MY BALLS ARE IN DANGER!" the terrified prince shrieked, covering his crotch his Ichigo's hand.
"What The Fuck?" Ichigo swore, elbowing the sobbing blond in the temple, knocking him out. Kyoya, who was the only calm one, grabbed a chocolate cookie from the table beside them and handed it to the pink-haired girl. Immediately her eyes brightened and the dark aura vanished. She quickly grabbed the cookie and started munching on it happily. The host club sweat-dropped. Was this little demon really going to be the club's owner?
The next few days, Ichigo hung out with the host club, learning more about how to appreciate and love women.
"You have to compliment them! Give them every bit of your attention!" Tamaki told him, his eyes sparkling, hands clasped together.
"No way! Ichigo's the badass! You gotta seem like you don't give a shit about them" the twins tutted.
Ichigo however, was paying no attention to them and was staring out the glass window, absent-minded. Kyoya walked over to the loud group, releasing Ichigo from the grasps of boredom.
"Honey-Sempai is currently at home nursing a cold. Since one of the members of the host club isn't here, we will be taking a break. We are all going to the beach," he informed, taking his laptop out, showing some pictures of the pristine beach. Ichigo leaned in, his eyes widening in shock.
"That's where we're going! You gotta be shitting me!" Ichigo screamed, banging his head on the table.
"I don't want to see that dickhead again! The strawberry complained, pulling on Kyoya's shirt.
"Too bad, so sad," Kyoya stated, dragging the frustrated child into his open-roofed black sports car. Everybody squished in the back, except for Kyoya who insisted that he needed the front of the car to himself. Ichigo was squashed between the car door and Tamaki, his head almost hanging out of the car, flopping in the wind while Kyoya drove like madman desperate to reach the destination as fast as possible.
They reached the beach in no time, parking the car onto the white sand.
"We will be staying at "Ocean Way Hotel" for the night," pointing his fingers at the huge, five star hotel that a carsick Ichigo almost walked into because they parked so close. Kyoya hated the walk when you parked far away. The club walked in to the grand hotel. Ichigo was looking around nervously as if someone would suddenly pop out and attack him.
And just that happened. A white figure tackled the orange-haired teen onto the ground, causing the host club to disperse.
"Ichi-Chan!" the figure said, hugging the hell out of the nearly unconscious berry. The host club got a good look at the unknown person. Shocking white hair, pale skin and the oddest inverted gold eyes. He looked exactly like Ichigo! The opposite of him anyways, the insane smile on his face defiantly did not match the currently, deep scowl on Ichigo's face.
"Shiro! I told you not to call me that!" Ichigo complained, bopping the other teen on the head.
"Awww! Ichi-Chan! Why didja leave me? All I had was Zangy-Chan to play wit!" Shiro said, ignoring Ichigo's comment.
"Ummm… excuse me, but who are you?"asked the ever so bold Haruhi.
"Huh? I'm Ichi's cuz, Shirosaki. An' who da hell are ya?" the pale teen said, narrowing his eyes, holding the struggling berry closer.
"We are the host club!" shouted a surprised Tamaki, hands waving around.
"And what da fuck is that'?" Shiro asked, raising a single, non-existent eyebrow.
"We are a group of seven handsome, rich men that have too much time on our hands that keep woman happy and loved!" Tamaki said dramatically, dropping to his knees, as if the host club was the best thing that ever happened to the world.
"Huh, really? Ya sound like a bunch of man whores if ya ask me." Shiro sneered, gold eyes glinting with malice.
"Excuse me? And who are you to tell use were whores, eh?" Tamaki pouted, clutching on to his "queen".
"Like I said, I'm Shirosaki Hichigo! The son of the owner of this hotel. The guy who could make ya sleep on the hammock outside," Shiro said, examining his black fingernails.
"Shi! Don't be so rude to our guest!" a voice rang out. An exotic women walked towards them. She had long, purple hair, with flipped bangs. Her yellow, cat-like eyes sparkling with mischief. She was wearing a plain black tee with plain, cut up jeans. Tamaki immediately ran over to her, grasping her hand.
"Hello, my beautiful rose! Your prince has arrived to do your every bidding," he said, kissing her tanned hand. A long, wooden cane smashed into the side of Tamaki's head.
"Well that's another concussion. I wonder how many brain cells he lost," Haruhi sighed, dragging the fallen "prince" onto the couch.
"Why, Ichigo! Why are you here?" the owner of the cane said, draping an arm over the purple haired woman that was immediately brushed off.
"Just a break from school, Urahara," Ichigo said sheepishly, scratching his head.
"Oh really! Well then you better go out and have some fun then! And please take Shiro with you. He's driving your uncle into insanity," Urahara said, fanning himself.
"Ugh! Fine…" Ichigo sighed, staring sadly at the pale teen who was poking Mori-Sempai.
"Oh and before you go and have fun, I have a letter from your father for you. I suggest you read it tonight," the women said seriously ,staring into Ichigo's eyes, handing him the ivory envelope. Ichigo looked down at the letter, than look up.
"Okay, Yourichi," he said, tucking it into his back pocket.
"Let's go, let's go! The twins shouted, running out the door, straight into Kyoya's parked car.
"What the fuck did I do to deserve this life?" Ichigo said, face palming.
Hope you like this chapter! I already written the next chapter. Just gotta type it. Review!