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The usual… Slam Dunk Characters are not mine blah blah blah….

Please read… and reviews are welcome! =)

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PART 1

In the shadows, an elegant man was sipping his cocktail, amusement clearly visible on his feature. He was looking at the party. Even now he still couldn't believe it's success. Of course he owes it all to him. His inspiration. I wish he is here to share the limelight. He softly chuckled. Though I know he won't like it that much. His koibito shuns public attention. But he sometimes gave appearances for his sake... Or maybe for the promise of a long satisfying night! Ugh, I already missed him.... He sipped his drink while letting his eyes gaze through the gathering.

'I hope this is not the last of your superb works! Gee, I am still in cloud nine for your success...' A bespectacled man approached him from the sides said, placing a friendly arm around his shoulders.

'Hahaha! Thank you, thank you.... Success is not new for the Tensai anyway. And being my editor, you sure damn have the right to be happy, Kogure!, answered the man with striking red hair. He has the grace to blush on his show off .

'Yeah, yeah whatever... And, why were you lounging here in the sideline? Bad for business... You've got guests there who are just dying for an autograph! Go'

'Yes, mother hen!'

With a smile that reached his eyes, he leisurely rejoined the party. Some guests who have obviously been waiting for his appearance, immediately swarmed about him.

'Hanamichi, is there going to be another book after Anybody Home? ?', asked a reporter who obviously doesn't look like a reporter.

'I will answer that at the Press Con tomorrow, Hikoichi... Please, just enjoy the party!,' answered Hanamichi already feeling tired of fending off questions about his book. His baby was a best-selling. His first and it's already a betseller after only three weeks of publication! In as much as he doesn't want to be bothered so much, as Kogure said, ignoring the public is bad for business. So, he has to contend with the scheduled Press Con. But that's it, no more harassment! He purposely went to a burly man wearing a hearing piece and a mini microphone, obviously talking to somebody, while scanning the room with scrutiny.

'Developments, Akagi?'

'My men found 2 with forged invitations, obviously tabloid reporters; a lady hooker and another party crasher... Mr Sakuragi, I still insist on putting some of my men at the gates for increased security, sir. The party is becoming more excited....', said the head security shaking his head.

'Akagi, I don't want my guests worried of seeing security people around them. Just keep your presence as modest as you can. And Akagi, thank you for your concern...'

'Just doing the job, sir!' 'Whatever, thank you anyway...'

'Erm, Mr Sakuragi...', a young man, a little fidgety, called. Hanamichi who didn't know the man turned around without speaking. Akagi began to suspect the young man.

'Mr Sakuragi, I am a cousin of your friend Yohei. I came in behalf of him for the missus is having the contractions, sir!'

Suddenly, smile spread on Hanamishi's face...

'Haruko is going to give birth anytime? Wow, we sure need to visit those lovebirds soon...'

'Erm, sir, if it's no trouble sir, Haruko and my girl is going to skin me alive if I can't have your autograph, sir...'

'Hahaha... Sure, sure... Tell Yohei and Haruko that Kaede and I will visit them one of these days!'

'Hai, sir... Thank you, sir...'

The night progressed successfully. Even without Kaede by his side, he was still giddy from being complimented. He likes being flattered. Kaede even joked about his constant need to be praised. He looked at his watch. He will be arriving soon. He is growing hot with anticipation for his koi. They haven't slept together for two weeks now, partly due to his book launching. Damn!

Finally the guests have all gone. He eventually fallen asleep on the crouch, dreaming for a passionate play with his lover. His body is getting warmer… he woke up to the reality that his koibito is the one warming him up.

'Hey, kitsune, what took you so long....'

'Hmm, traffic... why don't you just sleep... you're interrupting me...'

'That's unfair! I love the real kitsune more ... let's go upstairs....'

And the night was spent satisfying their thirst for each other.....

Morning, breakfast table.....

'How was my successful psychologist-turned-writer?...'

'Very happy... and last night was the best!' The mischievous gleam in Hana's eyes told Kaede what part of last night he was talking about. He couldn't hide a satisfied grin. Of course, it was his gift for his do'aho!

'What about your exhibition? Did they stop harassing you for public appearance?' Hanamichi had long stopped convincing his koi for the importance of public appearances. Kaede is a very successful surrealist artist. Buyers queued for trade even before his artwork is done. In fact, Kaede can retire any time he wants, but the artist in him still burns to produce masterpieces.

'They have no choice. Either that or I won't let them have my works!.. So, shall we go out tonight?,' answered Kaede. He has another gift installed for his Hana. And he just can't wait to see the expression of his lover.

'You know I promised Kogure for a press conference. It is scheduled this afternoon, and after that, exclusive interviews… the likes…' Hanamichi replied disappointedly. 'But this weekend I am free. We can go to a resort, or something…'

'Okay. Good luck to your Press con. I shall be with one of my clients then…'

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The phone was ringing for quite some time now. He just came out of the shower

'Moshimoshi... Yes! I'll be right over there... Hahahah... You bet baby!... see yah'

He applied hair gel and brushed his hair backward, leaving a sleek look with no strand out of place He then pulled into tight pants and a cotton shirt which hugged his body to perfection. His profile was further enhanced by a black leather jacket. On his way out, he donned his RayBan whose purpose is not to shade his eyes but to complete the getup. Riding onto his powerful motorbike, he was off to his destination.

As usual, the club was crowded. The exotic dance, Ayako, was surely getting appreciative catcalls from the audience, which left the bartender go redder every second.

'Scotch, straight...', ordered the man in leather jacket, rousing the bartender back to business.

'Hisashi, haven't seen you for long man... That chick babe you were seeing was obviously been itching for you...'

'Ryota, if I know better, you wouldn't know if a chick is in heat. What with all your attention on your exotic Ayako? Is it getting harder to fend off her admirers?', jests the man named Hisashi.

'She wouldn't gave up her dancing though, she just loved it! But I definitely convinced her to tie the knot with me. You are the first to hear of the engagement...', beamed the short man with one earring.

'Congratulations, then!' His conversation with Ryota was cut off by another customer. Hisashi was sipping his drink while regarding the bodies dancing onstage. He likes going into clubs, and rubbing onto peoples' sweaty bodies. A solid confirmation of his very existence!

A shapely lady suddenly hugged Hisashi from behind. He turned around and faced a painted woman, her hair all tidied up for dancing. Hisashi looked the woman over. She has fishnet stockinged legs… hmmm, he is fetish about fishnet stockings… high-heeled shoes, mini-skirt, short tank top and a denim jacket… Yes, his type! A smile immediately lit up his face.

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He carefully tiptoed into the studio. The hired help told him that his koi has been in the studio since yesterday! Another master piece? Then he spotted the object of his desires, sleeping on the couch, his shirt unbuttoned. Poor baby, but he looks good enough to eat! He smiled at his thoughts. He then slowly opened the shirt to reveal a strong chest. Can't resist the temptation, he flickered his tongue on the inviting nipple. His koi shivered a little, but didn't open his eyes. He then decided to end his teasing or else his plans will be forgotten. But not yet… He dipped his head on the sleeping guy, licked the partly opened mouth before taking them passionately. That brought Rukawa awake!

Groggy with sleep and desire, Rukawa asked, 'What's with the wake up kiss?'

'We are going to dinner tonight… A romantic dinner…'

'Can we just stay here and make love instead?' The raven-haired guy argued, but deep inside he was pleased.

'No, we'll do that after the dinner. We haven't had one formal date since my book was conceived. I just want to make it up to you, okay?' Hana give his koi a kiss on the mouth.

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'There is still one club opened at this hour, shall we go there then?,' asked Hisashi at the girl in his arms.

'Sugar, can you just take me home in that power bike of yours? I'm too beat up for another round of dancing…,' came the reply. Her long nailed forefinger stroking the inside of his shirt.

'Let's go then…'

At the apartment, the lady immediately pressed her body at Hisashi, kissing him seductively.

'Shit! I told you not to kiss me in the mouth, you bitch!' Hisashi angrily pushed the lady.

'What is wrong with you? We have been going out for a month and you haven't even kissed me once. You're gay, aren't you?,' hissed the lady. She furiously removed her clothing and slowly advanced. She only received a hard punch on the face, which brought her sprawling on the floor.

'You sonofab**! You teaser! I was having wet dreams about you and you are not even interested in sex! You think you can get away from me without giving me want I want? Just think fast, loverboy…,' the girl obviously crazed charged into Hisashi with unsuspecting speed and strength.

It wasn't long before Hisashi came out of the apartment, muttering profanities. His hair was disheveled and there was a tear on his shirt.

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Wth a sigh, he entered the house. He trudged into the entertainment room and found Hanamichi watching TV. He looked so absorbed!

'Hey beautiful---,' he started, but was cut off by a finger placed on his lips.

'Listen to this…,' Hanamichi interrupted. Rukawa settled beside Hana, and snuggled closer to him. An arm instinctively wrapped around his shoulders.

'The girl murdered was Nikitta Daisuke. Her neighbors heard banging on her apartment last night, but didn't think anything was amiss for Ms Daisuke was allegedly been banging with her guests, usually of the opposite sex. Special Investigation Agent Akira Sendoh here has some theory… Mr Sendoh, what can you conclude of the murder? Is there already a suspect, sir?'

A handsome man with spiked hair and an easy smile answered, 'Definitely it is murder. And I have evidence that the suspect was the serial killer I was tracking before. I don't want to give further information on the suspect, but let me warn the public…' With a serious look, he looked straight into the camera, his face now occupied the whole screen. 'The victims are all women who frequented bars. They all have what some would call a come-hither look on them. And they all died with no clothes on, all bruised and beaten up. But there was no sign of any sexual assault… I will be making rounds with the night clubs and rest assured that this time the killer will be caught!'

'Thank you, Mr Sendoh.. and now back to the studio…'

'A serial killer in Kanagawa?..' Hanamichi whispered, still shocked with the news.

'That was Sendoh, right? Your ex?,' Rukawa, already pissed with the smiley, watched his Hana for any reactions.

'Akira? Yeah, he was my ex, but we didn't really have a relationship. He was too immersed with his work! That was too long ago… And then, I found you….' Hana smiled and kissed the upturned mouth before him.

'Still, he was your ex! And the way you were watching him attentively, you obviously haven't been over him yet. Is it his smile? Is it because he can face the public without flinching? Are you still in love with him?' Rukawa, now standing, was enraged with jealousy.

Hanamichi grabbed Rukawa's hand. 'No need to be jealous, love! Akira and I were together for, what, less than 3 months I think. And we didn't really have a relationship as intimate as ours… Calm now, okay? I didn't love Akira then and I definitely do not love him now. There's only you, believe me….' He hugged him tight from behind, placing his head on the crook of his lover's shoulder, while murmuring sweet loving words…

'I just can't take it if you leave me…,' Rukawa's voice quivered with fear.

'Shhh…. Let us go upstairs then. To convince you that I love only you…'

tbc

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sori, if it's a little longer… I did plan to make it a one-shot fic but then ideas came rushing thru and I just kept on adding twists and details… but I assure you that it will turn out right… just some warning though, everything is not what it seemed! *evil grin*

so, comments and criticisms are very appreciated… Ja!