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"Next time when you ask for something like that don't expect me to do it." A leather clad red head shoved the older man who was on top of him away from him. The other didn't seem surprised of the sudden push away, since he shrugged it off and turned his back grabbing his jacket from the chair where it was forgotten before the heated session started.

"Whatever Tala, you were asking for it." The red head, blushed angrily and in embarrassment as he tried to think of a come back for his actions earlier.

"Someone just went too rough that's all!" Was the only hesitant reply.

"Whatever, I'm heading home-"

"Ahem."

"Now what?" The bluenette glared at the red head that had his hands to his hips.

"Remember our deal, Kai?"

"Oh...that. But didn't I give your payment just a couple minutes ago?" The foreshadowed man said with a heavy smirk.

"Oh bull shit. Fork it out, Hiwatari before I send the bouncers at you."

"Okay okay."

Scarlet eyes looked to his coat pocket and pulled out his wallet, drawing out a couple big bills of money and placing them on the dresser. Tala smirked, "You pay good business, Kai, that's why I like you so much."

"Oh? I thought it was the fucking." Kai replied as he started to head for the door. Tala walked out with the man and said, "You know, you haven't been around the other clubs before haven't you?"

"Why? They need my treatment?" The bluenette asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, that depends, I haven't told you that I've been working for two clubs. This one and one of them downtown."

"Really now?" the boy's voice seem to show that he had slight interest.

"And the workers there won't talk unless you pay them, but their information is much better than the people who come there."

"...What kind of...information?"

"Use your imagination." Tala said as he went back to his room, about to close the door til Kai grabbed the door, preventing the red head to shut it.

"Where can I find this club?"

"I thought you said you were going to go home-"

"Don't test me, Tala."

"Well?" Tala said, reaching his hand out. Kai scowled and handed him another big bill.

"Good boy, it's called Akuma Luna, it shouldn't be too hard for you to find, since you go past it every now and then."

"Anything needed to get in?"

"..." Tala pulled out a VIP pass from his pocket, "Just say you're a friend of Ivanov's."

Kai stared at the pass that Tala was handing him before swiping it from the male's hand and slipping it into his wallet, then turned around before glancing at Tala, "This better be worth it, Tala."

The red head shrugged, not really noticing that Kai was meaning it as a threat, "It might or might not be, but hey, you're the type that's hard to please."

"Speak for yourself you big baby." Kai said as he started to walk down the hall.

"I am not a big baby!!" Tala huffed, getting out of his apartment door, then started yelling out in Russian. Kai understanding it, started laughing out loud, waving to Tala who continued his cursing.

"Fafalimo, Tala." (1)

"What the hell is that supposed to mean!?"

"Go fuck yourself."

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Kai's POV

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I'm not sure really why I'm taking Tala's advice on where to go. But the name seemed to catch my interest even more. Everything would usually catch my interest, and then the next thing you know, and I don't want anything to with it. I'm not mean; it's just my nature.

People call me the type to be silent and anti-social. Hey, I talk when I want to. I don't need people to get me to talk, I know how to so why try? Tala knows that too well, since we've known each other since high school. Now we've been passing time, him getting a good screw and money, me, I get new information about things and I get a good screw.

Go ahead, call me all the stuff you want, player, hooker or whatever you can think of. I know what I do is wrong. There might be hell to pay, but you know, why waste time being a goody goody when you can do other things?

I think we haven't introduced ourselves properly yet. The names Kai Hiwatari. My grandfather passed away years ago, leaving me with his whole estate and his inheritance. Being a multi-billionaire on the age of 17 was pretty impressive in my thought, but now that I'm 20, money doesn't matter anymore...power does.

And don't ask if Tala's my love, because he isn't. We're just friends with benefits...a lot of benefits. Tala is really in love with this guy named Bryan Kuznetsov. They're hoping to have their marriage somewhere in the Asian countries. No idea why they're not doing it Russia, maybe because they want something different. But I guess that's why I'm not the one making the wedding plans now is it?

I took a good look at my watch, shit, I really do need to get home, I have to get to a plane tomorrow afternoon and I need sleep...ah fuck it, I can sleep in the plane. My curiousity of this place is getting more aggressive.

I pulled my jacket closer to myself as I headed towards a road I always passed by; I could've sworn I saw something called Akuma Luna before. And before I know it, I see the neon sign flashing brightly through the late evening when the moon is full and the sounds of the music booming and beating at my ears as I approached the club.

The two bouncers stood there at the front door, I showed the VIP pass to the one on the right. I cleared my throat and said, "I'm a friend of Ivanov's."

The bouncer looked at the other, then nodded and opened the door, "Go on inside."

"Don't mind if I do." I replied to them as I headed inside, the music taking over my ears. My eyes widened when I saw male dancers on the dance floor wearing... parts of clothing at least.

Then I headed over to the bar, my usual stop when I went to new clubs. It's just a routine, something that I'm used to. But my eyes would occasionally look back at the group of dancers. Then looked to the stage, and saw exotic dancers of different foreign, mostly Asians.

My eyes caught a trace of tan and black. I look over and observed. Never before...has my eyes seen such a beautiful creature. The music that floated around the club seemed to entice my interest. Before me was a Chinese male, probably about the age of 19, his body was slender, not muscular, more feminine due to the fact of his choice of clothing. His dress was scarlet see through material; the only thing that covered him was the female underwear that covered his glory. His long silky black flowing hair just looked like a curtain of midnight shadows. To make him more exquisite was that he had a diamond shaped ruby gem between his eyes and on his forehead. But none of that could compare to the shade of his eyes. Just the color of honey sunshine over marigolds.

To me, he seemed to be utter perfection. I knew that when my eyes laid upon him that I wanted to know him, to touch him, to feel him...and most importantly, claim him.

I looked away and saw a female bartender who was talking a bit too sweetly to one of her female friends. I cleared my throat and then the girl looked at me. The brunette bartender gave the blonde a quick kiss on the lips before heading over to me, "What will it be, sugar?"

"Nothing too important." I replied and leaned over the table, "I need to know some information."

The girl crossed her arms across her chest, or at least she tried, her bosom got in the way so she just dropped her arms to settle placing them on her hips and then said, "You know the rules, sugar, no payment, no words will come out of me-"

I cut her off by placing two hundreds on the table, "Will this be good enough?"

She paused then placed her elbow on the table then gave a genuine smile, "What do you need then?"

"Who's that guy dancing on the stage?"

She looked over her shoulder, pausing to look at him before looking back at me saying, "His real name, I have no idea about, but he goes by The Kuro Neko. He's caught attention by many guys here, but he always shots them down. He's a sweet pea otherwise."

"You know him?"

"Not too well." She replied sighing, "But he came here looking for a job, just to be a bartender like me, but the manager found him for more better interests...so he ended up as an exotic dancer." She shrugged, "But at least he gets better pay."

"Anything else I need to know?"

"I heard he stays here during the weekends in his room, maybe you can talk with him there." She pointed to where two bouncers were at, then said, "They'll probably won't let you in, even with a VIP pass..."

I pulled out another hundred then she took it smiling wider, "But maybe I can find someway to get you in there."

She jumped over the bar and landed beside me, "When I distract the bouncers, you'll find his room, it's the fifth one to the right." While she said this she handed me a key, "This is the master key, only I have it and the manager has the other one, so give it back later."

I nodded as she went over and grabbed her blonde friend and went over to the bouncers, I then saw her pull the girl into a feverish kiss, both of them getting into a heated make out session as the bouncers tried to break them apart. I took my quick chance as I slipped past the door and went through the first five doors and stopped at the fifth one. I then took the key and unlocked it, going into the room.

It was simple, yet neat. Being the type to remember room-analogy, he was the laid back type, but would occasionally get a little wild. I gave a perverted grin, I like the wild ones.

I heard the door knob jiggle twice as I heard someone walk in and close the door. Since my back was facing the door, I didn't know who it was, but I had a good idea who.

"Who are you?"

I turned around, looking into those honey colored eyes, "That depends."

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(1) Fafalimo means 'Take it easy' not 'go fuck yousrself'