I'm back! Lolz~ I've been busy with life... So I haven't had time to keep up with stories. Anyways, this is an idea I actually had after finish The Hunt for BK-201, except I never got around to writing it. I started it, but didn't get anywhere with it. Now that I started working on it, I hope this will give me motivation to finish. As a note, updates won't be regular since this one is a work in process. I'll update as I get chapters finished.

Anyways, I am a Misaki/Hei fan, but I wanted to try something different! A bit of a challenge :) So this one is actually a Misaki/November story!~ Either way, there's not enough Darker than BLACK stories out there. Enjoy~

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Revenge on the Rake

Chapter 1

Usually, she had no problems with people of his sort – especially since she had nothing to do with them. After all, she wasn't one of those silly females to fall for the obvious charms of a playboy. But this time, one of them had done something that was quite unforgivable. He had gone and broken the heart of her best friend. That was something she would not ignore and let him get away with.

Because of it, she was now in this predicament. She opened her big mouth too quickly, letting her temper get the better of her. Now that Kanami had placed her utmost trust in her, she could do nothing but carry out this ridiculous scheme that had hatched in her mind. Misaki sighed as she couldn't believe that she had promised Kanami that she would do the impossible and break the heart of a playboy.

That meant that she had to first get him to fall for her. Then, she would have to be heartless and reject him. It wasn't enough that it was a quiet rejection, but instead, one that was full-blown in front of everyone he knew and everyone she knew. Misaki could only sigh again as she stared at her own figure in front of the mirror. She wasn't delusional to imagine that she could attract the attention of the most notorious playboy, November.

From what Kanami had told her, he had a couple regular girls around him and the rest of them cycled through, depending on who caught his fancy that evening. Even then, none of his regular girls had any special dibs on his attention either. If he was unsatisfied with them, he could easily replace them as well...

Most regularly, he kept the company of April, a dark-skinned maiden with outrageous, short turquoise hair and amber eyes and Brita, the voluptuous blond with blue eyes. As for her, she wasn't even comfortable enough to show her shoulders, let alone the rest of herself. At the moment, how she was going to pull this off was way beyond her imagination.

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"Write it down. Monday nights, it's Phantasm; Tuesday, Murasaki; Wednesday, Amaryllis Lounge; Thursday, Seiun…"

"Friday, it's Sakkaku, then Casablanca and Pink Ginger," Misaki finished. "Yes, I know."

She sighed as she sat down on the couch. She was having a planning session with Kanami about how this would work, except her friend was still caught up on details that she already knew. The list of November's club routine had already been burned into her memory; that was about as far as she got on the plan so far.

Obviously, Kanami thought it was a brilliant idea since she wanted her to start this process immediately. They didn't even know how to catch his attention! She said it herself – November had been the one to approach her. That fact didn't surprise Misaki at all since Kanami was very feminine and fragile; the type of woman a man would want to protect - except he had lied to her with empty promises.

On the other hand, she was not even close… She didn't have Kanami's fashion sense or knowledge of feminine wiles or even her feminine charm. All in all, despite their close relationship, they were quite different in terms of priorities and personalities. Next to the beautiful Kanami, she could only be called plain. Despite the agreement to carry out this revenge, she also didn't want to change herself completely for this.

"You know I have work. I can only go on weekends," Misaki stated. "Besides, I don't know how I'm going to even get him to look at me! If he chose you, he would never even look twice at me."

"That is not true!" Kanami disagreed vehemently. "You just think that way because you refuse to dress up nicely, always wearing your blazer and suit pants. You'd look much better if you wore makeup and put on a dress instead."

"Do I need to remind you that I'm an officer? I can't get work done if I'm always worrying about my clothes. Besides, it's difficult to run in a skirt."

"That's true, but you can't go into a club dressed like you usually do," said Kanami. "You can just borrow my clothes since we're almost the same size."

"Would you at least let me pick what I borrow?"

"Well… Only if it looks good."

"Thank you! I'm not going to show off my cleavage and legs and whatever else you show off in a place like that!" Misaki exclaimed.

"You have to show off something… You better pick which one you're more comfortable with showing off or he'll never notice you."

"Fine… Then my legs. I'm not wearing some low slinky top that consists of an inch wide cloth. And the skirt better not be a mini skirt. I'll wear a skirt, but nothing too short!"

"And here I thought you were trying to help me," Kanami complained.

"I will, but in my own way!"

"So you thought of a plan?"

"Not yet, but I'll think of something," Misaki promised.

"Thank you so much!"

Despite their disagreements, Misaki could only smile as Kanami threw her arms around to give her a big hug. She wasn't one to back out of a promise, even if that promise was made in a terrible fit of anger. Besides, she knew how much his rejection had hurt her – she had experienced it firsthand.

That night, Kanami had shown up at her apartment with puffy red eyes, tears still streaming down her cheeks. The tears had lasted another three days, until she finally pulled herself together. With each passing hour that her friend had cried wasted tears, the angrier she had become until she had made that outrageous proclamation.

It was her promise and crazy idea that had finally got her to stop pitying herself. There wasn't anything wrong with her. It was November's fault for playing with her heart. He was just a frivolous and arrogant jerk with no thought to other people's feelings, only his own. That was why Misaki couldn't understand why girls still followed him around. It wasn't like he had ever settled down with one girl; switching girls every night and even every hour if he felt like it.

"You're worth so much more than him. We'll give him exactly what he deserves," Misaki said with determination as she hugged her friend back. "Now, let me go pick out some clothes that I can wear. Tell me if it looks good or not."

"Okay, that's where you need me!"

Misaki rolled her eyes good-naturedly as it was true before following Kanami to her room. Her friend immediately began to pull out everything she owned, and there was a lot of it… With a small sigh, Misaki went to dig through for something that she was comfortable wearing. They picked out some of everything – shorter skirts, tight skirts, tight sleeveless tops, flowing sleeveless tops…

After they were finished, she ended up with a large pile that she was going to bring home. There were probably thirty articles of clothing for her to mix and match. The amazing part was that it didn't even put a dent into the amount of clothing left for Kanami. Also, there were six pairs of shoes to add to the collection; nothing with three inch stiletto heels, despite Kanami's insistence that they looked much better with the clothes. The maximum she was comfortable with was one and a half.

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Sitting in the bathroom with a stash of makeup in front of her, Misaki sighed as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. The days of the week had been counted down, leading her to this very moment. On her own, she felt silly for the idea of revenge that they had. It would never work. Yet, she couldn't back out of it now.

After work, she had been going to Kanami's place where they went over November's schedule, bounced ideas off of each other on how to capture his attention, picked out appropriate clothes and had makeup lessons. Apparently, it wasn't enough to wear a bit of eyeliner and mascara... It was such a hassle; she couldn't understand how any female could do this on a regular basis.

By now, she was an expert, even when she didn't want to be. Kanami had been a taskmaster for this part since it was the most demanding in terms of skills. Clothes, she just had to throw them on and put on a pair of shoes to go with it. Applying her last coat of mascara, Misaki was relieved that her friend had left it up to her for how things would happen once she actually got there.

With her makeup finished and outfit on, the final thing she needed to do was her hair. She couldn't leave it in the usual low ponytail. At this point, too tired to do anything special with it, she pulled out one of the fancy hair clips that Kanami had also lent her. Pulling back sections on the sides, she clipped it back and left it at that.

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Parking her car as close as possible, Misaki felt miserable as she stepped out of the car. She felt half-naked wearing the short black leather skirt that only reached three inches above her knees. The top wasn't any better since it was a tight fitting pink lace shirt that buttoned up in the front with a corset-style design in the back. Finally, she had to squeeze her feet into silver criss-cross strappy sandals with one inch heels.

Kanami was patiently waiting for her report at home since it didn't make sense for them to show up together. Even if he was a jerk, they were sure he wasn't stupid. He would recognize Kanami and then, the gig would be up. Though, to be honest, Misaki wished that she could get out of this somehow…

It wasn't the alcohol aspect that bothered her since she drank regularly at home. It wasn't even the loud music or crush of people that Kanami had warned her about. More than anything else, she hated showing her body off, especially in this blatantly obvious way that women seemed to love… All so some useless man could ogle her body. Then again, who would want to look at her when there was nothing spectacular about hers?

The whole idea just seemed impossibly crazy in broad daylight, when she was sober. Shaking her head, she blocked out her own thoughts. Instead, she focused her thoughts on the memory of Kanami's miserable form as she huddled on the bed, weeping and crying her heart out. It helped her to march forward with determination.

She joined the line-up outside as they were being checked by the bouncer standing outside the door. Surprisingly, he was efficient as she reached the front faster than she expected. Watching groups of people go in together, she felt silly since she was by herself. Even so, she bravely tilted her head back and handed over her driver's license.

"By yourself?"

"Yes," she said, her voice steady despite her jittery nerves.

"Have fun; pay inside before you go down."

She nodded her head and took back her card. There, that wasn't so bad. She just had to go in, pay and find November. First, she would get herself a drink before she attempted that part. It was her first time going to a club; Kanami had never been successful in convincing her to go to one until now. Now that she was here, she was completely on her own.

"Just one?"

"Yes."

"That's 3000 yen for cover and drinks, all you can drink. Grab a cup from the side before you head in," the man instructed.

"Thanks."

She pulled out the money, handed it over and he put a wristband on her. For this club at least, she could understand why it was popular. The price was decent, considering it was all you can drink. She only planned on having one or two before she left for the night. This first night would be surveillance, and hopefully an idea would come to her afterward.

The instant she walked in, she was blasted by the loud music playing from the DJ stand and the speakers setup all over the club. She almost covered her ears, before she remembered that it would be too obvious that she had never been to one before. Worming her way through the crowd, she made her way to the lockers where she could lock up her belongings for the night.

Then with her cup in hand, she wormed her way towards the bar where it seemed to be the busiest. Someone elbowed her out of the way and she felt herself get pushed off balance. Flailing just a bit, she growled under her breath. Two could play at that game! Using her smaller size, she squeezed herself in between people and used her elbows to keep them out of the way.

"What can I get you?" the bartender asked when she was finally in the front.

"Sea breeze," she shouted back.

Nodding his head, he took her cup, flipped it up, catching it before he placed it down. She watched in amazement as all the bartenders did this; fancy tricks as they made the drinks that were ordered. When it was ready, she thanked him and he smiled as she took the drink. Inwardly sighing, she now had to navigate her way around without spilling it all over herself.

She took a sip of the drink before making her way towards one of the walls. So far, she hadn't seen November or anyone from his group – not that she would really recognize anyone but him. The bar seemed to be the busiest and she could understand why. The bartender had been surprisingly handsome; all of them… Someone had even ordered a drink for one of the other ones, which he downed in one gulp.

More people continued to enter and she was starting to feel a little claustrophobic. Kanami's warning didn't even begin to describe the actual feeling of being inside. This part, she couldn't understand. With clothes like what she was wearing, she should be worried that someone would touch her in places she didn't want to be touched.

Needing a break from the people watching, she tried to find the bathroom, but it was difficult to tell where she was going with all these people in her way. There seemed to be a clearing in one corner and she made her way towards it. With more space between her and other people, it was bound to be easier to see.

But when she stepped into the area where there was more space, she was surprised to find the man that she had originally been looking for. Despite having more space, it seemed to be louder than the actual club itself as girls continued to squeal and giggle at something November was talking about. Inwardly sighing, she could only roll her eyes at the idiocy in front of her; her own friend a part of this crowd not too long ago.

"Excuse me," she said to the girl closest to her.

There was no response as the girl ignored her and Misaki looked around at the others helplessly. No one was paying attention to her. At this rate, she was never going to find the bathroom! But she could report to Kanami that she saw the man; this time it wouldn't be a lie.

"Excuse me," she said, louder this time.

"What is it?" the girl finally snapped. "I can't hear what he's saying with you hovering around!"

This seemed to capture the attention of everyone in the group and Misaki felt all eyes turn to her, November's included. She refused to budge under all their stares. She had wanted to get his attention, but she never imagined it would happen like this.

"I'm looking for the bathroom," she said in the most snobby voice she could manage.

"It's farther in the back to your right," the girl replied, just as snobby.

Nodding in response without a word of thanks, Misaki flicked her hair over her shoulder and made her way back into the crowd as gracefully as she could. She wasn't about to let them get the best of her. After this bathroom break, she was going to have one more drink before she left. Thankfully, she was well into the crowd when she stumbled a little.

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A/N: I haven't got everything planned out yet, but I do have ideas for the story so hopefully it won't take too long to write them out :)

Club names: Murasaki = purple. Sakkaku = illusion. Seiun = Nebulus. haha, it was sooo difficult to think of names. And since they are supposed to be in Japan, I tried to use some Japanese-ish names. Hopefully the names sound believable XD