Time Traveling Hero

Inside the club room was a large rectangular table, with about 6 seats all around it. Large shelves lined the wall, filled with a variety of odd things, ranging from a cast iron pot about the half my size, a wide range of costumes for both guys and girls, computers, sports equipment, books on magic along with magic wands, fortune telling, and other miscellaneous topics, a globe of our planet alongside a rolled up world map, probably about the size of the table, musical instruments, I think you get the general idea.

And sitting in one of the six chairs was a boy about my age, with dirty blonde hair and light blue eyes. He seemed to be doing homework before Eris slammed the door open, and looked at the two of us before jolting out of his seat.

"Mrs. Cardea! It's rare of you to swing by and come visit! What's the occasion?" he asked as he made his way toward us.

"I've brought a new member to join, so you'll have to add another chair. Where's the president, isn't she around?"

"Oh, she had something to take care of, so I came first. Who's the new member?" He questioned, trying to get a peek at my face.

"Oh, he's like you in that regard, but he's a bit helpless on his own, so I hope you can treat him well," she said before wrapping her arm around my neck and dragging me in the room.

"Hey, I can walk in by myself without you dragging me!"

"If I didn't, you would run away before I had a chance to stop you," she replied, once again seeing right through me.

The blonde boy looked at me before grinning. "Welcome I guess. Oh, I guess I should introduce myself first."

Still looking at me, he straightened his back before declaring his name. "My name is Caelus Azriel, pleased to meet you!"

"Yeah, a p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e to meet you," I grumbled, still in Eris' chokehold.

"This guy is near and dear to me, so I would appreciate it if you would treat him well," Eris commented before releasing me and pushing me forward.

"Well, I'll be working nearby to make sure that he doesn't try to escape, so tata for now!" and then she was gone, leaving me and Caelus alone.

Awkward silence, and then Caelus spoke. "Oh right, let me get another chair! We only have enough chairs for the amount of members, so you make us our seventh member!"

Yay, lucky me.

While he was out getting another chair, I grabbed a chair and put it near the end of the table, near the door, away from the otherwise close together six chairs.

When he came back with another chair, he frowned in confusion at where I placed myself. "Are you sure you wanna sit there?"

I only nodded in response. It was better this way after all. I would stay here for the day I promised, and tell Eris I wouldn't join. Then the Going Home Club at long last!

"I'm only asking because, uh never mind, you'll find out later," he said, cutting himself off midsentence. He placed the chair down near the others walking back toward me.

"Anyway, are you the club president?"

"I'm actually the vice-president, and cofounder of this dandy club. The president should be arriving any minute actually."

I may have actually considered joining this club if he was the president, but no dice it seems.

"So, who is the president then, if not you?" I asked as he gave up on standing and sat down in the chair he was originally in.

"She's someone you already know," he replied as he geared up to start on his homework again.

Someone I already know? My thoughts trailed off to a familiar mane of silver, before I quickly dismissed the idea. After all, she just got here. She also doesn't seem like the type to start a club either. Depra is definitely out, can't see him starting anything up, poor guy. Yeah, that's about as big as my social circle goes. Maybe it's the pink haired annoyance, but how would he know I've met her?

While I was struggling to think of who it was, Caelus noticed me struggling to figure it out. "She's quite famous in the school. She holds the number 2 spot in academics, the student council president. Oh, I'm the vice president for the student council by the way," he said, adding in his introduction at the end.

I froze when he said who the president was. Now, I guess now would be a good time to explain why I tensed up upon hearing who the president of this club is.

In a nutshell, the student council president is often someone who's the top of the class, meaning me. I refused, and it relegated to the now student council president. She almost forced me to join, but luckily I found out a secret of hers and managed to weasel my way out of it. But still, she would always be in an uproar when she found out who was out on top, meaning me.

Quickly realizing the pickle I was about to find myself in, I desperately tried to leave my seat and leave before she came. Just as I was about to open the door, it slammed open, revealing the person I most didn't want to see.

"I have arrived Cae!" the girl announced proudly, holding out her modest c.h.e.s.t in pride. Brown hair a little bit more than shoulder length, with hazel eyes to match, this person was the school's student council president.

Silence, and then she noticed an intruder as she looked at me. Her eyes widened in shock as she was taken aback from my appearance.

"It's, it's number 1!" she yelled out, pointing an accusatory finger at me.

I sat back down in my seat, knowing full well that escape was now futile. "Yeah, it's me," I said sadly looking back up at the shocked girl.

"What are you doing here!? Are you here to blackmail me into submission because you know my secret? What sort of things are you planning to do to my maiden body!?" she yelled out, covering her c.h.e.s.t with her arms, clearly getting the wrong idea before I even said anything.

"Actually Prez, he's here to join the club. I was hoping we could do introductions or something," Caelus responded to Prez's obvious misunderstanding.

"He's here to join the Hidden Club? But, only people like me and you..." she trailed off, finally understanding.

"Wait, you're like me!?"

"I'd rather not be anything like you, but in this case you're sadly correct," I grumbled turning away from the girl.

I suddenly felt someone hitting my back. "Oh, why didn't you just say so! Welcome to our fine establishment here! I'll introduce ourselves."

She dragged Caelus out of his seat and grabbed some party poppers. "This buddy next to me is named Caelus, but we call him Cae for short!" He simply just nodded in my direction. "And I'm obviously the beautiful student council president! You can call me Prez for short! And this is the Hidden Club, or H.P. for short!" She shot off the party poppers, and party streamers shot out of them, scattering across the room.

Hogwarts? No, enough of that. "Where's the 'p' come from in H.P.?"

"That's a secret!" she said, winking at me.

I already felt myself wanting to leave. "Great, glad I'm here," I replied, clearly being sarcastic.

"I'm glad you're here too!" she responded, not catching the sarcasm. "This way, I can see what you do to study so I can surpass you!"

"Is this guy really number one? I didn't think anyone could top you Prez. What kinda person do you have to be to be better than this nutcase," Cae muttered.

"It would be even better if we were in the same classes, but this will just have to do," she said, ignoring what Cae said.

She grabbed a nearby chair and sat at the opposite side of the table. She was smiling happily, humming to some tune from the radio.

"So, Cae, what exactly do we do in this club?" I asked him before he could also get back to his seat.

"We're at the mercy of that girl humming happily," he said sadly. "Whenever she gets an idea, she drags everyone else into it. That's our club activities. To do whatever she finds interesting." Huh, sounds like an anime I've watched before...

"Anyway, for now we just wait until the other club members show up I guess. Although, not all of them show up for the most part. It's rare for everybody to be here."

Good, hopefully I won't have to deal with anymore weirdos besides the one sitting across from me.

Cae made his way back to his seat, and continued to work on his homework, while the Prez was slowly moving her seat closer to mine.

Wait, the hell? I watched as she slowly scooted her chair toward me, humming and smiling all the same, until she was at my end of the table.

"So, aren't you going to study?" she pestered me.

"Already did all the studying I need to," I replied flatly.

"Wait, seriously? When did you do it? And can you really do enough studying?" she pestered me more.

"I did it before I came here. My studying consists of doing homework, and that's it. I don't do anything extra. Are you so fatuous that you have to do something so trivial as studying?"

"Hey, I see you trying to say words that people normally wouldn't know! I know what fatuous means dummy!"

"Congrats, you came in second. How does it feel?"

I could hear Cae snickering at our exchange. Meanwhile, the Prez simply pouted. In truth, she was quite cute, and pouting only made her look cuter. However, as the hot to crazy scale suggests, she's too crazy for my tastes.

Just as she was about to retort, the door opened up behind me.

"I can't believe you made me come again!"

"Well, you enjoy coming here don't you?"

Two voices from behind me, one familiarly annoying voice, the other a deep voice.

I turned around to see the pink haired girl I had ran into the other day, along with the boy who dragged her away.

"Why is the pink haired annoyance here?" I asked.

"Wait, I should be asking you that jackass! Since when have been in this club!?" Her face contorted to that of rage.

"He's the number one in academics at our school! He's joining the club starting today!" The Prez said cheerfully at the two who just walked in.

"This jackass is joining!? No way, I can't allow it! He still hasn't apologized for what he's done! I should just curse you right here and now!" she responded, her annoyingly cute voice now screeching.

"You know Pinkie, hasn't anyone told you to use your inside voice?" I asked.

"Who the hell are you calling Pinkie!?"

"The fact you answered proves me right. Although, maybe Pinkie Bitchie works better?" I said as I continued my onslaught of insults.

"You jackass, who are you calling a bitch!?"

"Well, he was right about the using your inside voice," the boy who came with her agreed in his usual low rumbling voice.

"You're supposed to be on my side!"

"Not when he's spouting true facts I don't. You know me," he responded, chuckling to himself.

"Anyway, these are two more members of our club. The tall one with dark hair and the low voice is Heracles! We call him Hera for short!" The Prez butted into our conversation, starting introductions. "And the pink haired cutie is now named Pinkie Bitchie, or Pinkie for short!"

"Why am I relegated a nickname Prez! And especially by one he made!?" she shouted back in outrage.

"It suits you wonderfully if I do say so myself," Prez mused happily, nodding as if agreeing with herself.

"Ugh, you asshole!" Oh, something different for me now. "Just you wait, I'll curse you so that you'll trip and fall at every step you take!" She waved her hand at me. "Get Cursed!"

If she honestly thinks that something like that would work, well, you get at what I'm saying. Proving her point wrong, I got up and did a l.a.p around the room before sitting back down, without tripping once.

The Prez clapped, oohing and aahing after my show. Pinkie had the opposite reaction though.

"What!? I thought only Hera was immune to my curses! You must have a charm or something on you!" Seriously, how far was this girl going to go? Just bow out already.

Noticing my necklace, she pointed at with an "Aha!" before speaking. "It must be that necklace you're wearing! I'm going to take it off of you so you can feel the wrath of my curses!"

"You're not touching my necklace," I growled back at her, glaring her down. Failing at intimidating Pinkie, she leapt onto to, trying to wrestle the necklace off me.

"Hey, get the f.u.c.k off me you annoying little pink bitch!"

We soon were wrestling on the ground, me trying to take Pinkie off of me, while she tried to take off my necklace. She was surprisingly stronger than she looked, somehow still clutching on despite my many attempts at trying to take her off me.

I could hear the Prez in the background cheering "Fight!" as we continued to wrestle on the ground. Ugh, am I seriously going to have to use it on her? Luckily, I didn't have to.

"I told you we should've left sooner! Everybody's already here!"

"Sorry, I was just really tired. That nap really helped."

Two more familiar voices entered the room as I continued to wrestle, and then suddenly I was free. It seemed that Heracles decided to finally take Pinkie off of me, and held her up close to her.

"Come on Hera! I was so close!" she complained, hitting her fists against his dark skin, a bit lighter than mine.

"Yeah, you really weren't. He was obviously better."

"So mean!"

I got up and brushed off my unharmed self before looking at the two new voices.

"Oh, I didn't realize you were here too. Wait, why are you here?" asked a confused Depra, alongside his friend Lachesis.

"Why were you wrestling with her anyway? Don't you have any morals?" asked Lachesis, her sharp blue eyes glaring at me.

"I believe in gender equality. If a girl wants to fight me, I'll fight back just as hard as with a guy," I responded to her.

She just rolled her eyes in response. "Whatever you say."

"Still, I didn't know Depra was in this club too," I said, looking at Depra.

He nodded. "Yeah, I just joined at the end of last year at the behest of Mrs. Cardea."

"Alrighty then! The last two to introduce in our club! First is the blondie who sticks close to her friend, Lachesis!"

"Yeah, and the other one is The Depra King," I interrupted her statement.

"You know, you come up with really clever nicknames! As expected of number 1! So, the severely depressed boy who obviously doesn't take care of himself will now be dubbed The Depra King, or Depra for short!"

"Yeah, still don't know where that nickname comes from, but I'm glad that you're joining though," he responded, his usual sad face now alighted with a bit of hope. Sorry, but I'm going to have to dash that hope away.

"Actually, was just about to leave. To many crazy people here, and the bad waaaay outweighs the good. Sorry Depra."

And just as I was about to leave, the person who brought me to this crazy club showed up at the door, stopping me from leaving.

"Now now, you're joining this club," she said happily, her green eyes looking at me knowing full well what I was about to say next. "So, this will be the grade that replaces your weekly reports! I expect good attendance from you!"

I clenched my fists in anger. Damn this woman. How the hell does she even get permission for half the stuff she pulls on me?

"Damn you Eris!" I exclaimed, clenching my hand into a fist before sighing into relaxation. "Alright, looks like I'm staying here then," I grumbled before turning back toward the rest of the club members.

Pinkie, Prez, Heracles, Caelus, Depra, Lachesis; all of us bound by something we never said aloud, but something known between us all.

I let out a heavy sigh. Bye bye Going Home Club. I'll miss you so.

And that was how I joined the Hidden Club as their seventh member, therefore beginning his adventures in this otherwise wacky club.