HEY GIRL

A/N – Hello everyone! Please don't ask why or how this has come to be, I heard a song, I saw a certain pic and my inner demons stuck their tails in it :)) Also, this will only have two chaps – should have only one and longer but I don't have a lot of free time on my hands and also I'm hella teasing, so there ;) Hope you enjoy and don't flame unless your flames are blue!

Warning: mentions of substance and alcohol abuse, you-know-what and overall chaos

Imran Khan – Hey girl


The Golden Flower must have undoubtedly been one of the shadiest establishments in Southern Cross, still it advertised as a respectable tea house, with a clean front with a small takeaway tea shop. The back was another story but sure, all in all they probably did serve the occasional tea, aside from booze and hookah and girls, when a customer happened to feel rather ill after having too much fun. Also, the most commendable thing about the place was that no one asked inconvenient questions or wanted to see id-s and the like, and so Bon suspected that more than a few equally underage students from True Cross Academy were visiting the place on a regular basis. He'd heard about it from Shima, after all.

Of course, he'd never admit to Shima, or to anyone for that matter, that he'd ever set foot past the threshold of such a debauched hellhole, he would never even let the faintest spark of interest become evident when it was mentioned in his proximity. And for good reason, he thought, since unlike his pink-haired friend, Bon wasn't driven by any sort of 'earthly' interests in the matter. However the long, exhausting hours of study and practice called for occasional unwinding and he happened to consider hookah quite the spiritual practice.

Bon had been coming to the Golden Flower for almost a month now, and at first he'd been genuinely scared that at the end of his visit he wouldn't find his way out of the labyrinth of corridors, rooms and stairways stretching considerably underground beneath the main building. It was usually quite dark inside, the colorful lamps scattered randomly giving only pale flickers and deceiving shadows and the air was heavy with clouds of scented smoke. But luckily the customers were never left to their own devices completely, sooner or later someone came to escort them out.

Releasing the mouthpiece of the hookah and blowing out a soft cloud of smoke, the teen hazily reflected on Shima's general commentary about this place and its wonders on offer. And the truth was… well… that he had actually noticed a certain pretty girl among the employees. The reason why he maintained, even inwardly, the vagueness of the concept was of course to minimize its importance. Bon had never been preoccupied with chasing girls, nor would he allow the matter to steal his focus from other things. But still…

She was something special.

Random glimpses of her were all he'd caught – the subtle sway of hips under the pink silk, the gleam of a paper lamp into her short, dark hair and along the patch of pale skin visible under the loose collar of the kimono, the gracefulness of the obi fit snugly around her slim waist.

"Would you like anything else? Some entertainment maybe? You look lonely in here…"

The old lady who was serving him than evening placed a small bottle of sake – on the house - on the low table near the sofa and refreshed the coals. As she was doing so, Bon mustered enough courage to provide whatever vague description he was knowledgeable of, suggesting that he would like to speak to the respective girl, if she wasn't presently otherwise engaged, but made no specific requirement.

The hostess chuckled lightly, with a wink of understanding. "Okay, I'll tell her to bring you a beer and you'll decide later. The night is still young…"

She left and Bon fell back on the cushions, closing his eyes. He thought nothing of it, what harm was in meeting an attractive stranger and chatting for a bit? None of the awkwardness involved with chatting with someone from the Academy, for example.

Soon, the door of his booth opened with a soft creak and the light swish of silk alerted him that his order had arrived. Opening his eyes lazily, the teen allowed himself to enjoy the sight as the girl – yes, it was her! – moved to set his beer on the table and gather the empty sake cups. Bon drew a deep breath, sitting up slowly.

"H-Hello, I was wondering if-…" he stuttered, blushing a bit and struggling for a sober composure.

The girl turned and looked at him with large eyes rimmed with long black lashes, eyes too blue to be entirely human, shaded by luscious blue-black bangs which contrasted with that perfectly pale, porcelain doll skin. And right then and there, le truth (in all its usual ruthlessness) hit Bon square in the face, making his eyes bulge. If this was a bad joke, it was the worst in the fucking history of bad jokes (and it must have been, because he was nowhere near that dizzy as to make such horrid confusions).

"OKUMURAAA! I'VE BEEN COMING HERE FOR A MONTH NOW, THINKING YOU WERE A PRETTY GIRL! DIEEEEE!" he roared, jumping to his feet, fists ready to deliver a hearty punch.

Startled, the girl tripped and collapsed on the floor, the waves of pink silk fanning around her like the petals of a delicate flower.

"W-What are you talking about, mister?" she squealed weakly, scrambling away from the angry customer. No, there was no mistake, the look of genuine surprise and realization in 'her' eyes confirmed as much. "I-I don't know…" she clambered back to her feet and backed away cautiously. "w-who you're-… I am a girl!"

"YOU'RE A GIRL MY ASS!" Bon shouted. "You think that if you hide your tail you can fool me?!"

He lunged forward to grab, very nearly tripping over the coffee table and noticing with some fleeting concern that his legs weren't exactly obeying him, but the hostess quickly moved just out of his range.

"D-Don't touch me! This is a decent establishment!" she squealed again, making a surprisingly rapid dash for the door.

The taller boy stumbled again and the piece of silk he'd eventually managed to get a hold on slipped from his grasp as he landed hard and painful on his front. However, this only added to Bon's sudden determination, like hell he was going to get that teasing bastard get away!

"OKUMURA! GET BACK HERE!"

He pursued in the dark hallway, just in time to see the pink kimono disappear behind a curtain, accompanied by demure giggles. Ignoring the very palpable possibility of getting lost in that hellish maze, Bon dashed boldly forward, shoving the fabric aside. The slam of a door indicated that the culprit was nearby and he looked around, eventually spotting a closet of sorts. Found you!

"AHA!" the teen exclaimed, nearly ripping the narrow door off its hinges. Only instead of his intended target several brooms, buckets and various other cleaning utensils tumbled out in an avalanche, hitting him in full and nearly knocking him off his feet, in the same time as the distinctive and extremely annoying laughter of his classmate mixed with the startling clatter.

"Ah, ow! Fuck!" Bon pushed the stuff aside and dusted himself off quickly, just as the demon boy made it for a staircase, still laughing. "I'm gonna tear you to shreds!" he threatened, pursuing as fast as his dulled reflexes allowed.

The tuft of dark hair at the end of the demon's tail became visible under the layers of silk as the other climbed and Bon reached for it without hesitation, yanking forcefully and wrapping it around his wrist once to prevent escape.

"OWW! BON! Bon, let go!" Rin whined, turning sharply. "W-Whatever this is, n-no need to take it personally, okay?"

"DON'T CALL ME 'BON', DAMN IT!" the taller teen yelled, tugging some more.

Gritting his teeth, Rin lifted his skirts and kicked him swiftly in the chest. Eyes widening in dismay, Ryuji lost his balance and his free hand failed to grip the railing, but he still held on to the demon boy's tail. As a result, they both tumbled gracelessly down the steps, eventually the Aria's back making a painful contact with the hard floor at the bottom of the stairs.

"What the hell, Suguro?! That hurt!"

"You pushed me, bastard!" Bon argued, swatting away at the layers of skirts which had landed on his face and finally getting a firm grip on the other boy's arms before he could get away again. As they both struggled to catch their breath, he contemplated threatening Rin with telling everyone about the demon's unseemly exploits, but then again… that would have implied admittance of his own nightly escapades, which of course was out of the question. He would have to settle for kicking his ass then!

"How dare you deceive people like this?! Aren't you ashamed of yourself?!"

Rin sighed and rolled his eyes. "It's just a part time job, Bon, I couldn't get anything else on a night shift. And besides, it's not like it matters, it's pitch dark down here and everyone's drunk or stoned, so-"

"I told you not to call me Bon, damn it! And I gave that hag a bill of fifty, you bastard, because I wanted to talk to you!"

The demon boy poked his cheek with his tongue, the corners of his mouth twitching as he stared down at Ryuji.

"Yeah, like hell you wanted to talk to me… Bon."

A wave of renewed anger washed over Suguro at the shameless, outrageous insinuation and he was ready to snap, but then without warning his classmate leaned in and pressed his mouth against his softly. It wasn't quite a kiss, just parted lips moving slightly against each other and hot breaths mingling, but whatever lucid reason the hashish had left unclaimed was wiped out in that very instant. The Aria's arms fell limply to his sides and the brief hesitation was all it took for Rin to escape him again.

"OKUMURAAAA! I'M GOING TO KICK YOUR ASS NOW!" Bon roared as soon as he regained his senses, springing from the ground with an agility which took him by surprise in his hazy state but was quickly followed by a wave of blinding dizziness.

Still, he stumbled after the demon boy, rushing into another corridor which passed through various booths and alcoves. There was more light here and guests and other hostesses to bump into, slowing the other's advance and when Rin tripped over a twisted rug and landed flat on his face, Ryuji sensed his victory near. In one jump he was on top of the other boy, straddling his back and successfully preventing him from getting up again. The shorter teen trashed and tried to kick him, largely restrained by the troublesome outfit though, while a girl screamed and other guests burst into laughter, but Bon wouldn't be deterred from his purpose.

"I've got my hands on you now, you little-… ARGH!"

Suddenly Bon found himself grabbed by the back of his collar and spun around, only to find himself face to face with none other than Arthur A. Angel, holding him at arm's length. The teen blinked and shook his head, trying to make the horrible vision disappear, but no, alas the blond was there present, in all his magnificence, despite the telltale flush of his cheeks.

"Bastard, I will save this lovely damsel from your clutches!" the Paladin declared, shoving him brutally and helping Rin to his feet.

A strong, protective arm wrapped securely around the demon boy's waist, while Ryuji's backside made new acquaintance with the hard floor, eliciting a string of curses. Of all the damned people he could have found shitfaced in this place, it had to be the fucking Paladin himself who thwarted him!

And then, under his still somewhat awed gaze, Angel proceeded to openly grope his classmate's ass.

To be continued