A/N: This is a one-shot that is gonna be a twosie. In any case it better be because chapter fics and I don't get along. The only reason this isn't a one shot is because while I can finish it and make it so it's just not coming out right. And so here's a Part One of Two story. Yet another crack pairing that there needs to be more of. Enjoy! On another note if you decide to fav or alert wouldn't it be spiffy if you left a review as well? Just a well placed suggestion.
Disclaimer: Must we go through this again…?
Lost and Found
Chapter One: Stranger in a Strange Land
Sanada was at a nightclub.
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It wasn't on purpose of course it just ended up this way. He had gone on an outing with the rest of the regulars after visiting Yukimura at the hospital with them. Somehow he got roped into doing joining them for karaoke and before he knew it was after dark already. Seeing as he couldn't convince them to leave, they were having too much fun amongst themselves to do so; he set off for home by himself.
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It wasn't long before he realized he was lost. He wasn't worried too much since Japan is a pretty safe place even after dark and he more than knew how to fend for himself. It was just an inconvenience.
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Sanada wandered further along each place becoming more unfamiliar than the last. Checking the time he found out that the trains have stopped running. At this rate he'll have to catch a taxi if he wanted to get home.
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Digging into his pockets he came to the sudden realization that he didn't have enough money for the ride home. He spent all his cash on karaoke even though he ended up not singing; instead he spent his money on the catering and games that was provided there.
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Sanada kept seeing less and less people the more time passed. Tokyo is set in a big grid so he's positive that he'll come to a familiar section if he kept walking.
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Till then he'll just wander around the area completely lost.
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It was then that he saw the bright lights. Rushing towards them he felt reassured that he'll be able to find his way home or at least call someone to pick him up. But then he took stock of his surroundings.
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Sanada had ended up in the red light district.
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He was surrounded by love hotels, gentlemen clubs, and hostess bars. With each progressing step he became even more uncomfortable. This wasn't a place for a 14 year old to be but at least he'll find a way to get home in this illicit environment. Sanada came across something promising and not as x-rated as everything else located on the strip.
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A night club.
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Sanada squinted at the strange letters that the place used for its title. If Jackal was here with him he would be able to read it. It seems that he had found a Portuguese night club.
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This should be interesting.
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Readying himself, Sanada entered into the club with a clear purpose in mind. Getting home at any cost necessary.
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The noise deafened him and the pulsating dancing bodies made him aware of his diminishing personal space even more. Maneuvering himself over to the bar he managed to get the attention of the bartender.
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"Do you have a phone I can use," Sanada asked raising his voice to be overheard, "I need to make an important phone call."
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The look on the man's face wasn't promising, "Nós só falamos português aqui."
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"What was that?" Sanada really wished he had Jackal with him right now.
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The bartender just pointed to a sign behind him. It read 'no Japanese understood here' written in three languages, only two of them Sanada could translate.
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Sanada decided to try a different tactic. "I'm sorry American is the only other language I know," he said in English.
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Again the bartender pointed to the sign before redirecting his attention to paying customers. Sanada headed deeper into the club. He wouldn't admit defeat just yet. The club was bigger than expected so while searching for anyone that understood and Japanese or even English he had to be on the lookout from crazy dancers, drunkards, or even the many women trying to entice him for a dance or something more. Apparently word had traveled out and people were starting to seek him out. It was a struggle just to fend off advances without being rude.
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Sanada made it to the part of the club reserved for people to sit down and survey the dance floor. It was on the second floor and with this eye view he could hopefully find a means by which to get home. The music was muted here so he could hear himself think. Weary, he sank into a nearby seat. It's a good thing that tomorrow's the weekend so he wouldn't be paying for this during school time. Letting his eyes idly survey this V.I.P section he spotted the one familiar face in this place. A student like himself Sanada would think he would look just out of place as he. Instead he seemed to be in his element surrounded by grown women fawning over him with heavily done makeup and promiscuous clothing. Sanada's eyes couldn't believe it.
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Not a few feet from him laughing to some joke a woman whispered into his ear was Hyoutei's treasured…
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Jiroh Akutagawa.
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What a turn of events.
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