DISCLAIMER: Bleach belongs to Kubo Tite, Ouran High School Host Club belongs to Bisco Hatori. I like pie.
Epilogue: Ouran High School Ghost Club
"… firefighters and meteorologists were completely baffled as they inspected the wreckage of Ouran Academy this afternoon. Although nothing showed up on the radar, it seems a series of tornadoes hit the school at approximately 4:45 this afternoon. The most serious damage was done to the southeast wing; a portion of the roof and upper story was ripped away. The hedge maze was also demolished. It's a miracle no one was hurt. Naturally, Ouran Academy will be closed at least a week as the damage is fully assessed. Stay tuned to Channel 4 for the latest news concerning the Ouran Tornado…"
Three weeks later…
A little girl - perhaps eight or nine years old - made her way up the long, sweeping staircase, her large, dark eyes scanning the faces of the high schoolers who passed by on either side of her in a ruffle of yellow skirts and baby blue blazers. Despite the fact that it was highly unusual to see a girl her age in this portion of the school, they paid her no mind. She soon found herself at the end of the north wing, outside the doors of the third music room.
Opening the door, she found herself in Soul Society. For one confused moment, she thought that she'd stumbled across several shinigami but a minute or so of observation proved otherwise. It was confusing, to say the least. Chewing her lip, she scratched at the scab on one knee and shuffled into the room, searching for one high schooler in particular.
The first boy she passed by was simply chatting with his guests, a pure white prop sword resting on the couch beside him. He glanced in her direction as she passed but didn't seem to notice her. It couldn't be him, then. She next passed a boy who looked no older than herself. He was in the middle of telling a wild story about hollows and cake as he drew bunnies; his much larger, much older looking companion sat stoically nearby, sipping tea.
A pair of boys – twins, sparred in an open space beyond them. As she watched, one of the boys whacked the other across the wrist with his prop sword. The 'injured' boy dropped to his knees, his twin brother was by his side in an instant.
"Karou!"
"Your bankai was too much for me, Hikaru."
"Karou…"
The girls watching them swooned as Hikaru lightly kissed the faint mark on Karous wrist.
The little girl didn't quite get what all of the fuss was about. She shook her head, and continued on her search. There was a girl in costume as well, she was following a white clad, dark haired, bespectacled boy, occasionally poking him with a prop sword that was taller than she was.
"Renge-kun, must you do that?" He sighed, swatting at her with his clipboard.
"It's my duty as a shinigami to annoy the lone Quincy!" She laughed.
They certainly weren't whom she was looking for. Growing dismayed, she wandered towards the back of the room, where sunlight streamed in through picture windows, casting an almost ethereal glow over the final black clad high schooler.
"Ah, but true love endears long after death…" A tall golden haired boy was saying. "I know in my heart of hearts that our souls would find one another throughout all of our lifetimes."
The girl he'd been speaking to practically melted out of her seat as her companions squealed excitedly.
"Excuse me…?"
The blonde boy blinked a couple of times and looked directly at the small girl who lingered hesitantly by the edge of the couch. There was a short, almost awkward pause, then his expression softened.
"Excuse me ladies, a little ghost needs to find her way home. A shinigamis work is never done." He rose smoothly from the couch, bowed low to his guests then gestured for her to follow; which she did.
"Are you a real shinigami?" She asked as he came to a stop by one of the more secluded windows, gently pushed it open.
"No, thank goodness." He chuckled, then knelt. "Is there anything I can help you with, little princess?"
"I was hoping you were a real shinigami." Her face fell.
"I may not be, but I happen to know some." He smiled and patted her on the top of the head. "Let me just give one of them a call, alright?"
She smiled and nodded. He reached into his gi and pulled out a cell phone, flipped it open.
If one had very sensitive hearing and high spirit pressure, one would be able to hear a phone ring from somewhere in the direction of Ourans clock tower. If one happened to be the owner of said phone, one was about to receive a rather interesting surprise.
The End
Notes of ze Author:
It's over!!!!11101010!!!!one!!!!exclamationpoint!!!1!!!!1!!!!!!111!
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Now that that's out of my system, I'd like to thank everyone who read and reviewed, or just read, or took one look at the fic and ran away screaming at the very idea. YOU GUYS ROCK!
Whoa… capslockbleach is already having an effect… Anyway believe it or not, this was probably the easiest crossover I've ever written largely because Bleach and Ouran are so different; I pretty much just plopped Ouran into the Bleachverse (and Bleach into the Ouran... I think it's really more a state of mind than a universe...) then let the characters run wild, with only minor modifications here and there to kick things off. Somehow, it didn't end up pure crack – I honestly don't know how that happened.
But there is crack… a lot more crack – (not to mention a few loose ends that couldn't be tied up in anything resembling a tidy manor) not enough to start a sequel but enough for an omake, if you will. So stay tuned kiddies; we'll be right back after these messages of DOOM from our sponsor!
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(Okay, if you can't catch the Freakazoid reference this time… you need to watch more Freakazoid. HUGGBEES!)