This -n- That: A little Claymundo...some BeanxRai ..maybe some various other couples to come. This fic is an edited version of a rp between me and a friend of mine whose..FFname escapes me..but anywho..There will probably be original characters in chapters to come..sorry for those of who just cringe at those words...(I know I do..) but hopefully we'll be able to make it worth your while
So then! Rated T for curse words and sexuality..might up the rating in chapters to come..enjoy! please..
Fog machines, mirrors and gaudy glow-in-the-dark paint were the main themes of Hannibal Roy Bean's trendy nightclub; despite these dull decorations, every night a crowd of ravers packed the greasy, reflective dance floor. Most said it was because the sexiest Go-Go Dancers in tsuDAKI were at Bean's place, but everyone knew it was because one particular Go-Go Dancer was at Bean's place…Raimundo Pedrosa.
As usual, Raimundo was working. Most people said it was an awful job, but of course, he loved it. And he did far different in this job than any of those other slutty boys did. Even if his clothes were tight-fitting, they were fairly modest, covered in dark and decorative seams, zippers and chains. No one could tell whether or not the dark wings he wore were real. He stood atop his pillar and weaved his dance to the music, his body not shaking to the beat like the other dancers but weaving smoothly. Sometimes, when he was still, his hair was tossed by what seemed like a breeze... perhaps the imagination of a dazed clubber.
There was no doubt he was the best dancer in the city.
His luscious movements drew attention from every section of tsuDAKI, he was Bean's pride and joy, and he knew it; But he danced because he loved it, not for some megalomaniacal club owner with "connections", though for sure he kept Bean's desires in mind, it was easy to loose a job or a limb in HR's business.
Resting up for the next dance an exceptionally interested patron caught Rai's eye, and he smirked. Hopping by on a series of poles skillfully (set up so that dancers could head to the bar for a drink without being mobbed), he hung upside-down from one-- right in Clay's face. "Fancy seeing you here, hmm Cowboy?"
Clay had entered the bar earlier in the evening when the previous night's clubbers were still leaving to get some rest before that night's rave, and he hung around, languidly glued to the entertainment as any man would be. His position was choice, with the emptying club came emptying seats and he swiped a nice one: not too close to the dancers, but certainly not too far away. There had been no use to start dancing when there was barely any other club-goers there...but now, with the music playing and the club filling, he was reluctant to chance giving up his front row seat...but sitting around like a bump on a log wouldn't get him noticed - maybe as a pervert. His wide-rimmed cowboy hat hid his prying eyes as he observed - always aware of his surroundings. He was modestly dressed - simple ripped jeans, various adornments, an un-tucked button down shirt that gave him a preppy-relaxed look - he definitely was not weighed down by the average raver accessories.
He took to the bar, a mild drink was always welcome, and the bar served a different angle for the general Go-Go enthusiast. When that lithe Brazilian form came out of nowhere, blocking his path, he couldn't help yelping from surprise "Yow!" He grabbed his hat as he nearly ran right into Raimundo, pushing it back so he could rightly see where he was going and not run into another unsuspecting dancer. The remarkably well toned features made him smirk, and he lifted his hat from his head, perhaps a show of respect. "Don't seem I c'n go nowhere without catchin' a pretty eye er two" He winked, combing the blonde hair obstructing his view back as he slipped his hat down over the offending strands.
"Yeah, yeah, cut the airs." Raimundo swung back and forth, almost in a childlike manner so contradictory to his performance. "I've seen you around here before, right?"
"I'm sure you have..." Clay quirked a brow, looking back around to the other clubbers as if he expected some unexpected fan girl to pop out and tackle him down. "Why..?"
"I have, you always hang out at the back, not pawing at me like everyone else. You looked lonely, though." He swung again, grinning at Clay. "Unless I'm wrong."
From down the way, the barkeep, Ynigma, watched quietly from the corner of her eye, cleaning a glass with a fresh rag and enjoying the lull before things started up again. It was good to see Raimundo talk to someone, he didn't get a chance to much.
The Cowboy's smirk widened into a smile as he nodded "Well, yer right 'bout one thing..." he tipped his hat and ducked past Raimundo "But if you'll 'scuse me..I gotta git myself a drink" And he headed toward the bar, away from Rai rather slowly.
Raimundo snorted and flipped himself up on the poles. "Trust me, I know how you feel." He shouted down, hopping back towards his stand. He pulled something out of his pocket and scribbled on it with a pen in his other pocket. He dropped the piece of paper in front of where Clay was to sit down to get a drink and continued on his way.
Catching sight of the paper drifting down toward his seat as he approached the bar, Clay's brow furrowed. He snatched it from the air before he sat, thumping the rim of his hat with one thick index finger to free his vision as he scanned over the chicken scratch. Looking back to where Rai was, he called "Hey! What is this?" He stood again, hopefully heard over the crowd.
A green eye glanced over a black-clad shoulder and winked. "My number!" He shouted back before flipping to the next pole and then his stand, high above the gathering crowd.
Clay slipped the paper under his hat, smiling cockily as he sat. Ynigma nodded to the blonde man. "You must have really got his attention, he hardly ever talks to the crowd. Sometimes to the DJs, but, you know."
"Oh yeah? Hmm...maybe he jest thinks Ah'm one of them charity cases? He did say I looked lonely...c'n you give me somethin' weak - I don't wanna make a fool of myself tonight" He looked back to Raimundo's stand, leaning on the bar as he relaxed in his seat
Ynigma mxed a few things into a tall, pink-tinted glass and handed it to Clay. "I'm not sure Raimundo believes in charity. He's pretty lonely himself."
"Hmm...whatever" He looked into the drink, swirling it around before trying it out. He watched Rai as the music started "Maybe he just can't resist my southern charm" He grinned and sipped again from his drink.
The barkeep smiled, serving up another customer at the other end of the rounded bar.
Raimundo waited for the song, it was a bit slow starting... maybe the light show was on the fritz again? He couldn't quite tell, he only hoped another DJ hadn't quit in the middle of his set; thankfully, the song started, and with the beginning beat, Raimundo threw his arms out. The lights went on behind him, and as the beat sped up he weaved his hips and his arms, then, just for a moment stopped. The song and lights went all out, and his swift exotic beat was made to fit the music and beats perfectly, sometimes he was slow in contrast to the music but he made sure he was a physical manifestation of the music itself.
"Where'd he learn ta dance like that?" He looked over the rim of his glass as he finished the drink off. Rai's lithe body entrancing. He turned and set the glass back on the bar after he finished, eager for Ynigma's answer.
Upon returning, the barkeep quickly cleaned the cowboy's glass, answering his question as a few more orders were shouted out above the music "I think he may have picked it up on his own. He can't remember how he got here; he's just a natural at dancing. Sometimes, if he's in a really good mood, he does acrobatics too, and then only if it's music he likes." Ynigma had to serve another couple of drinks before she came back again. "I have seen you in here a couple of times, you come to watch Rai, I guess, like most people do?"
Clay kicked back some, pulling the paper back out of his hat to examine it, contemplating what to do with it - what it meant…the bartender's words barely reached his ears over the ruckous of the club. "Naw...not like most people" He slipped the number into his breast pocket.
"It's good to have someone who really appreciates his dancing for what it is, it's an art, really."
He pulled his eyes from the Brazilian to look at Ynigma "Don't know how he got 'ere? That's gotta have some kinda emotional effect on 'im."
Ynigma shook her head, the beads tied in her hair clacking together. "It does bother him, how he just 'ended up' here. The other dancers don't like him much... I'm not allowed to talk about it…I see the boss...let me get some other orders and I'll be back." She busied herself filling glasses, doing her own "show" of mixing the drinks, impressively spinning and tossing bottles as she did.
Bean had taken to the floor, left his homey office for a better, closer view of his club. He mingled quietly, he wasn't exactly noticeable, just like he liked it, he just slipped through the crowd, received updates from his floor men and watched the show, like any other pervert. He paused before his dancers, watching happily, his hands in his pockets as he eyed the bare skin flashing. The club owner grinned when he reached a Jester-themed dancer's pillar; the embarrassed smile that crossed the effeminate boy's face only widening his grin...but he beamed when he came to Rai's stand, taking far longer at his than any others.
Raimundo ignored that almost oily-feeling gaze he knew belonged to H.R. Eventually, another song came on, one he agreed with quite a bit more. If one watched closely enough, he was singing along with the words, his body dipped low and he skillfully back flipped in place, throwing his arms out on beat again. Raimundo ended the song with his arms spread wide, a phantom breeze tossing his hair (though, it looked cool enough, Raimundo used it to cool himself off). Finally, it was his time for a break, he jumped up and grabbed the catwalk, using it to flip over to the poles and head to the bar. "Oi, Ynchan, I'm thirsty, get me the usual please." He hung upside-down again, it seemed to be a routine maneuver.
Ynigma mixed a few more things and handed Raimundo a clear mug (much easier to handle, she wouldn't want him dropping it on people's heads by accident and invoking the Boss's wrath). "There you go, Raimundo, don't swallow it all at once."
"Boss..." Clay looked around, spotting a particularly unfriendly looking man gawking at Raimundo. He suppressed his "scum-be gone" senses and watched the man...watching Rai, the Boss? His skin crawled at the look of he man, but he could do nothing but watch. Clay's eyes stuck to him, following him behind the bar and to Rai, he could barely hear the conversation he was having…he strained, leaning over the bar to hear the man's words.
He tossed it up, pulled himself upright and caught it to sip the cool, lime-flavored drink. "Raimundo..." Bean spoke loudly to get his prize dancer's attention "Yer dancing wonderfully son...I'm glad yer with us..." He complimented Rai shamelessly, hinting at something...probably something only Bean himself understood.
"You said it before, yeah." Raimundo looked at the ceiling. He was somehow going to get out of this place, there were better places he could dance, and he had aspirations, but he wasn't going to say it to the man that held his metaphorical leash.
"Come back to my office" HR held his hand up to escort Rai back to his office, giving him a "friendly', crooked smile "I've got a few things I'd like to discuss with you..."
Raimundo winced. "I've got more dancing to do, right?" His voice sounded more hopeful than it should have.
"You look like you need a break s'all...you c'n dance once we're done...c'm on" He motioned down toward himself, hoping to prompt Rai into coming down. Wincing again, Raimundo hopped down, looking back, a pained look aimed at Ynigma, but she had bent down to get a glass... he found himself revealing more to who was right across from him than he would have liked... It was Clay. He swiftly looked away and awaited Bean to lead the way. As Rai averted his gaze Clay stood, as if he was going to grab Rai and whisk him off to the dance floor, but a thin-framed dancer leapt between him and the receding pair. A black and red jester's hat perched comically on his head, he was shirtless, his upper arms held thick black rings, his wrists and ankles jangled with black and red, metallic hoops. A red mini skirt fanned out around his upper thighs and miniscule black tattoo was noticeable on the left of his back, just above his rear end. Clay watched the bouncy figure hopping after Bean and Rai, unable to make out the conversation he was having with Bean; not because the music was overpowering, but because he spoke in French.
"Mon copin! A ou tu etaient?" He wrapped his arms around Bean's neck, smiling
"Git off of me..I'm busy.." Bean pushed Arlequin from his shoulders and grabbed Rai's hand to lead him straight through the crowd. Clubbers gawking at Bean's beautiful arm candy, just like he'd wanted, grinning devilishly he took Rai back into his office, quite pleased with himself and the attention he was getting. Dejectedly, Arlequin released Bean, as if he had a choice, brightening again he set off after him, pushing through the crowd behind them. He was struggling to keep up with them, it was like Raimundo was some kind of superstar and everyone was clawing to get at him; And Raimundo hated being in crowds. He hated being touched, that's why he demanded to have that pedestal up so high, away from the people... he pulled his arm away from Bean and rubbed it as he was thrust in through the two-way mirror covered doors of Bean's office, looking a bit furious. "Yeah, what is it?"
Bean smiled again, the door slamming closed behind him as Rai tumbled in away from his grasp "I just wanted to...see you...alone...all to myself" He reached out again for Rai, clutching his shoulders firmly in either hand "You wouldn't dance jest for me...would you?"
The door slammed in the jester's face, gasping he recoiled from the mirrored door, searching for some other way in as he tried the handle to no avail.
Ynigma hissed and slammed her fist on the counter, causing Clay to look back toward the noise, prying his eyes away from the crowd that had enveloped Rai "Wh..what's gonna happen to 'im?" As if he had to ask, he hadn't liked the look of that scum the second hed seen him, it seemed his first impression had proven useful again. Looking from the mirrored office at Clay, Ynigma shook her head. "Noone knows. Raimundo always has the vague sense something bad happens, but he can't remember it either." her eyes were filled with rage.
Once again! Sorry about the massive first chapter! But if I can keep my ass on the ball there'll be quite a few of these to come
So..yep, how'd y'all like it ? Other than that monsterous paragraph right in the middle there...sorry about that I'll work on splitting it up soon ,