A/N: I'm hoping for nice, flaming feedbacks this time…haha.

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Dance With The Devil

By: Elie

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Chapter 1:

Nobody's Perfect

Three…two…one…

And the whole place turned dark as red neon lights focused on the stage.

There she stood, her hands held up above her head, and her other leg pointed forward provocatively. This was her starting pose, a pose which owners of lust filled eyes would pay anything to get her started.

Then, the music began…tearing the sexy dancer's pose into a plausible, forward split. Hard, loud voices howled at her ability and then these men started digging some bills from their pockets.

But the show hadn't ended, yet.

The sexy dancer swept her legs back together and stood up seductively, aiming another "turning on" pose as she bucked her hips to the side in an intimidating manner. Hell, she felt so wild and free just doing this tonight…and that meant every single night.

She pretended she was dancing on the sand, in front of the sea, and under the moon and stars…just dancing and nothing more. With no one feasting their eyes over her, and without the sound of howls and growls coming from horny bastards in this bar…just the breeze of the cold night and the tender splashing of waves from the sea.

But when a rough hand barely touched her foot, or more to say, the strap of her red, high-heeled sandals, she immediately snapped back to reality and stepped back a little, only allowing the upper part of her body to lean forward and grab quite a number of bills being offered up to her.

Jerk, she thought darkly. Of course, she didn't forget to smile and wink constantly.

After stuffing the money inside her glittery, purple top, she moved to the ledges and started doing her thing…If that was what others call it.

Before going her ass down the ledge, she kicked up her leg in style and straddled the pole with her thighs until she began turning round and round going under. And there she landed.

Crawling on the ledge while moving her back up and down, she gave the crowd a cute wink and began to roll her head wildly with her hair sticking to her sweaty neck and shoulders, making every rich, horny men inside the bar to find their wallets desperately and pull out another bill.

Haha…for her, money making was never this easy. Or could it be that this was the only way she could make money?

Standing up real slow, she plastered her sweetest and "turning on" smile, and with a hand, slapped her own ass with a sexy sound, and turned away into the backstage in a snap.

"Hey Xiao, looks like you did it again!"

Xiaoyu stopped on her tracks and looked up, her chocolate eyes melting in weariness. "Hey Miharu, seems like you're going to have a messy night again, huh?"

Miharu didn't look directly at her; instead, she eyed her own brown boots nervously. "I'm being booked again by the same old fart for three days in a row. Oh god, why can't I get someone who looks decent!" she cried frantically.

"Well, look at the time," Xiaoyu cut in, trying to avoid one of her co-worker's costumer problems, again. "I have to go, it's getting late. See you tomorrow!"

She heard Miharu whiningly call out from behind, but she easily ignored it. She hated minding other people's business when she couldn't even handle her own.

This evening was truly a blessing…no one tabled her or anything. It wasn't because she didn't need money or anything, well, unless if she didn't dance tonight, it was because she didn't want to end up in bed.

As in…sex.

Hell yeah, she was still a virgin. Well, so much for being a pro prostitute and erotic dancer.

The tips she gets from ledge and pole dancing alone could range up to 20,000 yen, plus, the daily salary she acquires which is 8,000 yen. But all these…were for the operation of her blind brother, Li, in China.

That's why no matter how she exhibited her flesh, entertained horny bastards, or danced…she could never save enough money for herself. She was as miserable as hell.

Donning a plain large shirt and shorts, she got out of the back door of the club and went home to her apartment. The only thing that could make her smile even before leaving the clubhouse was the sight of money stuffed inside her purse.

And when arriving to her old, wrecked apartment, she'd throw herself on the small futon which served as her bed and stare at the blank ceiling above her, hoping that one day all of her prostitution days would be over and that she could live peacefully with her brother.

But she shouldn't quit now. A few more months, or even weeks…she could get the right amount of money to finally cure her brother.

Her life was like a sad cycle of lullabies and angst music…turn to Tape A, you could hear the mournful lullabies, then switch to Tape B, and you'll hear some hardcore, rock music.

And she was just about to put that Tape back in the player, and turn the cycle on…when, or perhaps, one day she could make a difference. So, it was time to throw the Tape away.

For this was just the beginning of the game she had to play. And like any games, there were rules she should follow. Or else, she'd end up like anybody else…GAMEOVER.

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"Jin honey, where are you going?" a lovely brunette, of about twenty years of age, purred while squeezing her bare legs together under the sheets.

"Somewhere," a handsome, spike-haired man answered, buckling his belt rather hastily.

"Somewhere…where?" the brunette asked.

"Look, I really need to go." Jin said, putting on his shoes.

Dressed, he proceeded to the door and opened it. Before stepping out, he eyed the astonished young woman on the bed and smirked.

"By the way, thanks for the fun evening, Jane."

Then the door slammed shut.

"BUT MY NAME'S JESSICA!" he heard the woman's voice call out, "JERK!"

He couldn't help but smirk as the elevator door came open. Too bad he couldn't stay long with Joan or Jean or whoever that rich daughter bitch he had slept with minutes ago.

When he stepped out of the elevator, a tall blonde man appeared in front of him. A chuckle reached his lips when he noticed the familiar, susceptive look his long time friend was plastered.

"You broke another heart again?" Steve Fox asked bluntly, then gave way to his friend.

"I didn't expect her to be all over me in just one touch." Jin replied simply, walking ahead out of the hotel lobby and toward the parking area. Steve followed smugly.

They've been friends for years, ever since Jin had studied in Europe. Steve couldn't avoid many business opportunities in Tokyo, so he managed to stay here since last year. Of course, he was absolutely different from Jin…a one woman man that he was. And he was proud to say that he's been going steady with fiancée, Julia Chang.

Irritated, he slipped pass Jin and swiftly stood in front of the car door, his elbow on top of the car. "Jin, can't you concentrate on one woman alone?"

"What, are you driving?" Jin mused, praising himself inside for changing the topic in an instant. "Well, because if you are, I'm giving you the keys," he took the car keys from his pocket and held them up.

"Seriously, you're going to be Mishima Zaibatsu's CEO now, you can't risk your highly respected reputation and be labeled as one of Tokyo's mega-playboys." Steve said sternly.

Jin tried not to laugh. But he did so anyways. "Man, I'm already one of Tokyo's mega-playboys. By the time I'm CEO, I know I won't be able to enjoy women like I do these days…but to all do respect, my friend, I'm never going steady with anyone."

Steve smiled sheepishly as his friend patted his back and shoved him gently away from the car. But when an interesting thought entered his mind, he couldn't hide his grin.

"You know what Jin, the day will come that you're gonna take back what you said. And maybe you'll fall in love with someone that you've least expected you will."

With that, he strutted to the other side and got inside the front seat. He noticed the unfamiliar silence between them and decided it was best to remain it that way.

But when Jin started the engine, he remembered what Steve said and chuckled. "Again Steve, I would never fall in love…even if she was a princess," he muttered.

Steve smirked at the statement as he had something in his head all of a sudden. It's time to consult Hwoarang; he thought slyly and snickered quietly at the edge of his seat.

And god knows what their Korean best friend had in mind to divert Jin Kazama's naughty self into an elite CEO. But the situation was difficult as it was. After all, Hwoarang himself was as naughty as Jin.

Jin thought everything that had come out of his mouth would be the things that were about to happen. Probably…he was wrong.

Because like he said, "I would never fall in love…even if she was a princess," then it might be possible for him to fall for a far more different class.

TBC

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A/N: I know I know…Xiaoyu a prostitute? Give me a break! So what? At least this time, everything is different. Now, please REVIEW if you want to read more.