A/N: Hey guys! This is my second rebound CC fic and sweet 16th birthday present to myself (yes, today's my b-day kiddies) and anyone who likes CC. It's basically just a result from the experiment with my first story, Golden Mirage, to see what exactly readers like to read. Apparently, it seems that an enormous majority of you guys love fluff or just plain lovey dovey stuff. That's actually quite against what I usually write, but just for you guys (and since my b-day's so plain this year), I decided to write something I usually don't. However, if you're not too fond of fluff, I suggest my other story instead (although it will eventually have fluff too…) :) Anyways, if I like this story enough, it'll become my mainstream story and be updated more often than GM. Well, hope you guys enjoy and happy old age to me!

P.S. – Psst…I'll be using a lot of songs.

Rating: T+ I realized it might have quite a few suggestive themes (that I'm oblivious to) and considerable bad language. So you've been warned! Don't say I haven't told you so ;P

Disclaimer: I only own the plot and aliases used ;-; Boo hoo.

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The Heartbreaker

Chapter 1: All in a Day's Work, Part I

Everyday, people woke up, went to work, came home for dinner, and slept. The cycle would then repeat, but that was not the case with the nocturnal population, both young and old. These late night folks had nothing better to do diurnally so the vast majority would flock to the only places open late other than the 99 cent store: pubs, cabarets, clubs, you name it. There was, however, a well known nightclub called Jewel where it was not only suitable for broke, dumped commoners, but also a place for those too stinking rich for their own good, as you will soon see.

Just like any other night, the club was chock-full with bodies bathed in alcohol and the air inside was hazy yet still held a comforting touch for those still sober. Even for the intoxicated ones, well…they were too smashed to know better. Unlike many other clubs, this particular one was actually quite safe for everyone, including the youths of the female gender, for the not-so-beefy bouncers made sure none of them were unintentionally "picked up" or fights were cooled before they were ensued. In a worker's eyes, one could certainly tell the difference between the drunken souls attempting to flirt with the attractive young bartender and the temperate affluent businesspeople chattering in low voices in various corners of the room. Also, to even out the nights where there were no popular appearances for shows such as a comedian or the frequent comings of talented musicians, a jukebox was conveniently placed against the wall down the aisle from the bartender's counter.

The clock above the bartender herself blinked 11 o' clock as the second hand reached 12. Music from the jukebox suddenly stopped, signaling the end to yet another song. The needle lifted off the disk and a robotic arm jerked another disk into the empty space and the needle replaced its point back onto the record. Right as the needle hit the surface with a soft screech, the door to the club clicked shut. Standing coolly in front of the doorway was a man in his early 20s wearing a fit grey turtleneck with slightly tight black jeans that showed his slender body nicely. He wore black belted boots with a soft, partially chained belt slanting off one side of his hip. On his head sat a fashionable capped hat where his blonde disheveled hair could be seen poking out from under the rim.

As he raised his head to spot the location of the counter, the jukebox began to tinkle softly but not enough for the people to not hear.

I'm bringing sexy back

He took a graceful step forward.

Them other boys don't know how to act
I think you're special what's behind your back
So turn around and I'll pick up the slack.
Take em' to the bridge

Like a wave at a football game, girls began to turn their heads in his direction.

Dirty babe
You see these shackles
Baby I'm your slave
I'll let you whip me if I misbehave
It's just that no one makes me feel this way

He smirked at the gaping females like he knew the effect he had on them.

Come here girl
Go ahead, be gone with it
Come to the back
Go ahead, be gone with it
VIP
Go ahead, be gone with it
Drinks on me
Go ahead, be gone with it
Let me see what you're working with
Go ahead, be gone with it
Look at those hips
Go ahead, be gone with it
You make me smile
Go ahead, be gone with it
Go ahead child
Go ahead, be gone with it
And get your sexy on
Go ahead, be gone with it

By now, even the older women had begun to stare at the unbelievably handsome boy that had just walked by.

I'm bringing sexy back
Them other boys don't know how to act
Come let me make up for the things you lack
Cause your burning up I gotta get it fast

He looked around, his mesmerizing hazel eyes searching lazily. Upon spotting an overly attentive woman, he winked at her, sending the old lady toppling off her stool from excitement. Chuckling to himself, he made his way over to his usual stool, the 3rd one from the left, right in front of the female bartender's workplace. She crossed her arms and gave him a stern look.

"You've done it again Darling," she stated motherly, "Really, must you wink at them every time? Last time you did that, the poor lady broke her back and be thankful she didn't sue."

"Well of course not. I don't see why she should. It's not my fault the hag's gone and drooled over the floor instead of my body. And Satella…," he said, "it's Darryl, not Darling.

Satella giggled and uncrossed her arms. Smiling, she leaned onto the dark polished counter close to his face.

"Too bad," she smirked and pecked his nose.

To those who didn't know who this lovely girl was, they must be new in town or highly uninformed. Satella, nicknamed the Jewel Witch for whom the club was named after, was known for her exceptional skills at mixing drinks. She had a way of cooking up or "brewing" masterful concoctions so that no matter what she made, they always seemed to sparkle like a glimmering jewel. Thus, the nickname.

She rocked back into her normal position and grabbed a wet cup off a hook and placed it on the work table behind her. "So what'll it be today?"

Darryl thought for a moment and then declared his answer with a straight face.

"Morgan's spiced rum, if you please."

Satella stopped wiping the glass she had prepared for him and wheeled around.

"…You're underage young man."

"Only by a month," he whined, "Just a glass?"

"No."

"A shot?" he asked hopefully.

"I said no."

"A sip…"

"Oh for god's sake darling-" she started.

"It's DARRYL. D-A-R-R-Y-L. Get it right will you?"

"Never darling" she teased before giving in. "Alright alright. Just a shot, but if you get caught-"

"I LOOK old enough," he pouted indignantly.

"Don't interrupt me," she warned, "If you get caught, it's entirely your fault. Deal?"

"Mhm...," he answered halfheartedly, swiveling his head to the right as he leaned it on his elbow. Something off to the side had caught his attention and as always, his response was just a lazy stare which would send heart throbbing chills down anyone's back. A girl also in her early 20s sat much further down the counter, shooting furtive glances at the boy.

"Ahhh…another one huh?" she cooed quietly so only he could hear. He nodded, still staring at the girl. "I guess I'll leave you alone then."

"Don't forget the rum," he reminded her, pushing the weight of his head off his hand.

He stared straight into the girl's eyes, keeping her from looking away again. Even with the music playing in the background and the conspicuous chit chat flying around, Darryl could hear her take a deep breath before she slid off her stool and sashayed over to him.

I'm bringing sexy back
Them other boys watch while I attack
If that's your girl you better watch your back
Cause she'll burn it up for me and that's a fact

As if another wave had hit the crowd, this time, the female counterpart had begun to turn their heads and unhappy ones at that. Others though, continued what they were doing for this wasn't the first time they'd seen this strange, stylish boy tempting yet another girl. He opened out an arm invitingly and gestured at her to sit. The brunette's full lips curved up into a seductive smile as she swayed over to him and sat down on his lap. He ran a finger up her throat and pushed her chin up to see her better, noting that the girl was quite petite. He then proceeded to lean down towards one side of her cheek and blew into her ear, feeling her crumble beneath him as he kept her from falling with one arm. He was then about to lean in straight towards her lips when he suddenly closed his eyes and fell back from the girl as a chair went flying between their heads, inches from his face.

Pulling the girl back safely from their V position, he looked over at the offender and found, not to his surprise, a burly man with bulging eyes and a temper to match.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing punk?!" he roared, causing the whole pub to go quiet. The brunette dropped off Darryl's lap and onto her feet and glared at the man. "And you!" he glowered in the girl's direction.

"What's your fucking problem Ted?! I was just talking to him!" she screamed.

"Talking? You were fucking snogging that bloody fruit loop Charlene!" he retorted angrily. Darryl raised an eyebrow curiously at the poor insult.

"So what?! What does that have to do with you! I don't belong to you!" Her face reddened with every breath she took. "I can do whatever I want!"

"No you can't," cut in Satella, "Darryl here belongs to everyone who walks through those pretty black doors you see over there."

"Satella..!" Darryl hissed.

"Shut it bitch," the girl continued, "he wants me, not yo-!"

Unable to stand the bickering any longer, Darryl stepped over and covered her lips with his own, peeking out to see that at least Ted and Satella were watching. Silence ticked away as Ted stood there horrified while Satella stared furiously after hearing the last comment. After some time, he finally pulled away from wide-eyed girl, wiping the lipstick off his mouth. She stopped breathing for a moment as she took in the moment of bliss she'd just received and grabbed his arm and snuggled against it. Sensing Satella's rising ire, he plucked the girl off his arm and lifted her chin up again.

"You're pretty," he said, his crisp smooth voice unwavering, "but you're not for me." And with that, he let her go and walked back over to the counter by Satella. She still gave him a frustrated glare but released her face muscles into a congratulating smile when she saw why he had a mischievous grin plastered all over his face.

Ted still stood rooted to the ground, anger once again replacing his shock.

"Fuck you Charlene!"

He pushed past the two bouncers and through the double doors out into the streets where his cronies soon followed after. On the other hand, Charlene shook and fell to her knees, bawling like a child. Satella only stared at her disgustedly.

"Genai, get this trash out of my sight," she demanded.

Genai, the shorter and more loose-cut of the two bouncers tipped his sunglasses and smirked.

"Yes ma'am."

"And don't you dare take her home, or you can be sure you're getting the boot next time you come here," she spat.

"Yes ma'am," he repeated laughing, and dragged the girl upward more roughly than he should have. With a violent push, he thrust the girl out into the streets and into the muddy puddles where she looked even more ragged and pathetic than an abandoned kitten. He brushed off his hands and returned to his post, grinning cheekily in Satella's direction. She waved at him sardonically and turned back to Darryl, resting her elbows on the counter.

"Great job hon." She tilted her head and stared intently up into his face. "So tell me. What's the pay this time?"

Darryl looked at her amusingly and inclined his torso towards her with his face close to hers.

"That's not for you to know sweets." Satella blushed and stepped back, glad that the dim lighting hid her tinge. "Besides, you're not supposed to even know I'm doing this."

Giggling, she sucked on her bottom lip and looked away in remembrance of the time she found out about her friend's secret occupation. She had actually eavesdropped on his conversation with one of his clients and instead of leaving them alone like all her other shady customers, she'd punched him when she heard "break her heart" somewhere in the discussion. Unlike other men, he apologized and gave her a full explanation and the fact that he wasn't out to "damn the entire female race", as she had accused him of. Although, against her expectations and untold to anyone else, she fell hard for him. Sadly enough, she didn't want to interfere with his work and kept her affections on the down low. In a way, he was just too high class in her own mind and from time to time, she had a nagging sensation that he was really gay even if he flirted with countless girls.

She blinked out of her memory to see Darryl staring listlessly at her.

"Oh well," she said finally. "So how much do you get paid anyways?"

He chortled, shaking his head.

"It's best that you don't know," he replied.

"Aw c'mon darling. It's only a stipend we're talking about here." She looked at him beseechingly and her lips trembled to give off a better effect. Defeated, Darryl sighed.

"You sure you really want to know?" he asked. She nodded excitedly. "$900 this time around. Usually, my average is $2000 considering what kind of clients I get. Sometimes I get lucky and land ten grand or so. It's a pretty dirty business but that's life for ya."

Satella choked on her saliva.

"T-Ten grand!" she yelled. Darryl smacked his forehead at her sudden outburst as people turned in their direction again.

"…"

"Ten grand…" she echoed. "Wow, think of what I could buy with that lump of cash."

"Trust me. Even with that kind of money every job or so, it sure doesn't give you an easy living," he said.

"Maybe you spend too much?" she tried to reason. Seriously, how could he be poor if he had such a well paying job, she thought.

"You're mistaken." Then again…he DID spend quite a bit on food and unnecessary things. "Anyways, I'm done here. I'll see you again soon."

"You too hon." She blew him an imaginary kiss. "Oh, and if you give me a friend's discount, I'll have a job for you," she joked. Darryl shrugged and waved at her before closing the door to the club. Satella exhaled and relaxed her shoulders. About the job…she wasn't joking at all. Ever since this one blond waitress started working across the street from her club, the girl had just been annoying the shit out of her. It was a good chance to break her if she had a boyfriend, IF she even had one. What with that girl's attitude, she wouldn't have been surprised if she was literally a living guy repellent. The woman was a freaking dominatrix, not to mention a plain pain in the arse. A crush would do. Yes, she could just ask Darryl to…do whatever he did with girls. She grinned evilly and looked back at an empty mug. Darryl forgot his rum again, she thought, strangely happy.

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Along a dark street with a lamp light flickering incessantly, a tall lean shadow could be seen walking up the stairs of an apartment complex. Keys jingling, the silhouette fumbled through the ring of keys and finally found the correct one. It inserted the metal strip and turned the doorknob before stepping into the room and flipping on the light switch. Darryl stood in the middle of a humongous mess where clothes were strewn all over the furniture, papers furiously scribbled on were shoved into open drawers, food wrappers littered the floor and the couch, and much more.

He slumped and as if they magically appeared, bags developed under his eyes and he dragged himself to the front of his closet. He unzipped his tight pants, dropped them, and stepped out of the tubes over to the bathroom. Maybe he should've worn briefs or something. Boxers were quite…airy and insecure. He threw off his hat and pulled the turtleneck over his head revealing a tight almost corset-like strapless top, except it was flat. He looked at the dark obsidian choker suctioned to his neck and carefully pulled it off his skin. He cleared his throat, his voice noticeably higher and squeaky. He then proceeded to touch his eyes and after a few seconds of blinking, he pulled his index finger and thumb away. The contact lenses balanced steadily on the tips of his fingers were transferred to their protective cases as he looked back up. A bright blue-eyed stranger stared back tiredly.

Fingering the corset device warily, he finally undid a soft flat clasp and the bottom part of the top unraveled. Then, at the same time, he dropped both the top and boxers to the ground exposing a figure. An hourglass figure. The now transformed "Darryl" yawned before "he" stepped into the shower, groaning with an audibly feminine voice.

-End Chapter 1-

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A/N: Well that concludes part I of the prologue. Thank you taking the time to read (if you did) and I look forward to reading any comments or tips! Woo, finally. Proper introductions are finally over with. I really enjoyed writing this chapter so if you preferred my other story more, I'm sorry to say that this one will most likely update faster. I'm on a bit of writer's block for GM anyways and this was a nice break. Anyways, please R&R for my sake (and sanity).