Ichigo had pictured a mass amount of students bumping and grinding on the dance floor, talking loudly and looking utterly immature. For the most part, he was dead on. He was not, however, prepared for the chaotic atmosphere that hit him almost instantly upon entering the house of whatever student was hosting. Everything was frantic and quick paced, like there was some sort of invisible time limit. Teenagers were running around, looking for drinks and snacks, dancing on each other like wild animals, and some were making out in chairs and corners. The music was mind deafening; Ichigo was sure he could feel it in his very soul, pulsating through him. He scowled.
"This is so much worse than I imagined," Ichigo whined to no one in particular. "Can we leave yet?"
"What are you talking about Kurosaki-kun? This looks like fun! There's cookies and juice, and oh! I love this song." Orihime said happily.
"Leave it to Orihime to come to a party for cookies and juice…" Ichigo thought, feeling frustrated.
"Come on, Orihime! Let's go shake our booties on the dance floor!" Tatsuki said smiling.
Ichigo's scowl deepened onto his face.
"Okay! See you later Kurosaki-kun!" Orihime said before Tatsuki pulled her off into the crowd.
"Take care of her, Tatsuki!" Ichigo tried to yell, hoping she heard him. It was unlikely due to the music.
"So now what? I didn't really plan on coming to a giant party to sit here with you lot." Ichigo grumbled.
"Well if you weren't so scary looking, maybe you could have brought a date, Kurosaki." Uryu retorted, clearly irritated by Ichigo's comment. "And if you didn't come here to sit with us, then what exactly did you plan to do?"
"I don't know. Not come?" Ichigo said, annoyed at Uryu. "And I don't see any of you guys with dates, so let's leave my 'scary face' out of it."
"Now now, Ichigo, we all know I could have easily brought a date to this, but I wanted to be available to all the super fine ladies that I knew would be here. I was so right, too!" Keigo said excitedly.
Ichigo, Uryu, Chad, and Mizuiro rolled their eyes at this.
"Hate to break it to you, Asano, but I highly doubt that is the reason." Mizuiro said, whipping out his mobile. "I'm gonna go meet someone. Talk to you guys later."
"Wait, Mizuiro! I'm coming with." Keigo whined, following behind.
"Ah, I'm gonna go get some punch, then." Ichigo said, feeling anxious to be alone. People he didn't know were bumping into him left and right, and he was trying to keep his temper in check. The last thing he needed right now was to get into a fight.
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In the crowd, Orihime and Tatsuki were dancing like there was no tomorrow. Many guys were taking notice of the two girls, and the crowd had formed slightly around them so people could watch.
"Do you see that girl with the black hair? She's sexy!" said one man, smirking in her direction. "She looks feisty, and that's how I like 'em!"
"Yeah, she's cute – but that girl with the orange hair is like a super model or something. It's surreal, and the only time I've ever seen a figure like that is in my dreams!" the man's friend said, staring in the direction of Orihime.
"I know right? Her rack is amazing. I'd like to get a feel of those," another guy commented.
"That black haired girl is really sexy; they both are, especially when they're dancing with each other like that," another male said, looking at the two of them hungrily.
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"Look at those two skanks taking up all the attention. This isn't even their party!" A blonde girl commented nastily. She was glaring at Tatsuki and Orihime unhappily.
"I know right? They're not even cute. We are so much prettier." Her brunette friend agreed, crossing her arms.
"Seriously, who invited the tramps? And what's with that dumb bitch's orange hair?Bad dye job or what?"
"Tell me about it." The brunette agreed, scowling.
"Let's tell those girls who's territory this is! Come on, Naomi."
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Ichigo had been watching Orihime and Tatsuki from the punch table, to make sure they were okay – and with the way the males in the crowd were looking at the two, he was glad he'd come after all. He was positive that before the night was over, he'd be kicking some guy's sorry ass.
He didn't need his shinigami powers to do that much, at least.
And it was gonna end up being sooner than he originally anticipated, he realized, looking at his two friends. The crowd was revolving around them, watching in both jealousy and lust. Ichigo's temper was flaring at the obvious thoughts etched into some of their faces.
Ichigo himself was surprised at how they were dancing – they were bumping and grinding on each other without a care in the world. Tatsuki, who was never exactly feminine, and Orihime, the innocent, sweet girl next door, were pulling off some risque moves. Ichigo had never seen this side of them before.
He wasn't happy to admit to himself that they were pulling it off, either.
Ichigo swallowed, his throat suddenly dry.
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"Orihime, they're all staring at us. I told you you're a hottie!" Tatsuki said, laughing. She was having so much fun, not a care in the world for once.
Orihime blushed. She was completely unaware that they were being watched. She suddenly felt self conscious.
"I'm not really used to dancing like that. I mean, I dance at home in my room and stuff, but not really like that!"
"It's okay, we were having fun! No harm in that. " Tatsuki said smug, "Some guys were checking you out, too." Tatsuki added, watching Orihime turn even redder in the process.
"Heh heh, okay Tatsuki-chan, whatever you say. We should probably find the others!" Orihime said, changing the subject. She turned on her heel, running off into the crowd.
"Hey, Orihime, wait!" Tatsuki said, reaching out to grab her friend. Orihime was already lost in the crowd. Tatsuki looked around for her, but didn't catch a glimpse of her friend's sunny hair anywhere. There were too many people.
"Damn." Tatsuki muttered.
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"Uryu!" A voice called. Uryu looked around, only to see Orihime walking towards him. He smiled; relieved to see her safe after the crowd had engulfed both her and Tatsuki.
"Hey, Inoue-san, is everything alright?"
"Yeah! Except I lost Tatsuki back there in the crowd. Guess I shouldn't have run off like that! Why are you sitting here all by yourself? And where are the others at?"
"Well, Kurosaki went to get some punch, Chad's wondering around somewhere, and Keigo and Mizuiro are upstairs with a bunch of older ladies. I'll never really understand that kid." Uryu added as an after thought.
"Oh, okay, I see! It's just so crowded in here! I'm surprised I can't see spiky orange hair poking out through the crowd!" Orihime giggled at the thought.
"Tell me about it. I didn't know you could fit so many teenagers into one house."
"Oh hey, Uryu! There's some cookies over there! I knew there would be some, I'll just be right back." Orihime said, running off again. Uryu tried to follow her, but couldn't spot her in the sea of people.
"Inoue-san! Keep out of trouble!" He tried to yell, but he was doubtful she heard him.
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"Where'd your pretty friend go?" A tall, bulky guy leaned down and asked Tatsuki. He was followed by a few of his friends, in which all were obviously jocks. Tatsuki rolled her eyes, unimpressed.
"What's it to you, meathead?" Tatsuki said. She never liked guys who tried to intimidate her, and it was obvious that they thought they could. That, or that she was impressed with their jock status. Tatsuki wanted to laugh.
"Well that's not very nice, sweet cheeks. It was just a simple question."
"If you want to live to see tomorrow, you will never call me that again." Tatsuki said, revolted at the nick name he had just called her. "And it happens to be that it is none of your business."
"I like 'em feisty." One of the guys behind the head jock murmured. He had blonde hair, all spiked up in perfect order. He nodded approvingly, licking his lips and smirking at Tatsuki.
"And I like them with brains. Looks like you don't quite make the cut, so if you'll excuse me, I've got better things to do than sit here with you dummies."
Tatsuki averted her eyes away quickly, turned on her heel, and started to walk away from the gang of jocks, annoyed. One of them reached out a hand and grabbed her arm.
"Hey, we didn't say you could leave! We're not done talking to you."
"Well, I'm done talking to you!" Tatsuki yanked her arm away and turned on her heel to leave. The jock with the blonde hair reached forward, grabbing at the skirt of Tatsuki's dress. "Don't be like that! We are all here to have a good time."
Tatsuki grabbed his hand, and squeezed hard. She then proceeded in kicking him hard between his legs.
"Ow! You bitch, what the fuck did you do that for?"
"There's a lot more where that came from if you try that again, got it?" Tatsuki said angrily.
"Hmm.. since you wanna be like that, just wait until we find that pretty friend of yours! I bet she won't mind playing with us."
Tatsuki glared, anger shooting through her body. She clenched her fists, but she backed away instead. She decided it would be better to disengage and instead turned on her heel to find Orihime before some other creeps did.
"Let's go find that pretty orange haired girl, shall we?" The main jock said persistently, a sadistic smile etched onto his face.
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Chad had been sitting on one of the sofas in the massive living room for quite some time now. There was a couple next to him going at it like the world was about to end. He paid no attention to them, as he stared blankly in front of him, bored. There were a lot of people running around and breaking things, and there were others, like the couple next to him, making out.
He hadn't seen any of his friends since they split off into groups, but he was really only worried about Tatsuki and Orihime, and the latter he was the most concerned for. He just had a bad feeling something was going to happen. Tatsuki and Orihime had been training for quite some time now, he was aware, but Orihime, unlike Tatsuki, had trouble hurting others, even if she knew how. Chad knew, though, that others could easily hurt her and would, too, if no one was there to protect her. With the chaos that swirled around the party, he didn't like that she wasn't with Ichigo or Uryu. Ichigo may be powerless these days, but if you needed someone to be bat shit protective, Ichigo was your man.
Chad sighed, continuing to look around and hoping the bad feeling in his stomach was just paranoia.
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It's kind of short, but I had an hour to write it before I start my 9 hour shift! I really wanted to get it up since it's been so long. Next update will be Rose Colored Glasses! Please check it out if you haven't. I'll proofread this chapter later. Thanks so much for the reviews and the support! I appreciate and re-read every single one.
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Cause you know, Keigo dies first xD
Had to do it, it was everyone's fav;)