Heat 1

Lo Que Vendra

"How did you get in here Sengoku-san?" Her raspy voice asked as she looked at this tall form through the large mirror. The thick smell of cigarettes filled the room, covered only by the cheap smell of sweet perfume. Her green eyes investigated his own dark ones in question. Her arms were stretched over her head as she fixed the long black curly wig over her own pinned hair. He stood behind her, trademark brown jacket removed and draped over a chair as he walked towards her.

"Misa-chin, you're hurting my feelings." He replied letting a smirk grow out his lips. "How can I leave my honey alone."

A laugh escaped her as he placed his hands on her hips. "I haven't been your honey in years Sengoku-san." Turning around she placed a hand on his chest, pushing him away from her. His tall stature towered over her, intimidating her. Turning around to face her mirror, she slowly grabbed the fishnets on the small table stand. "You know the rules, no touching."

Moving behind the changing screen, she placed the revealing clothes the club provided her. His gaze focused on the silhouette on the screen. Her body was outlined, showing the lean muscles she continued to maintain. "But I've touched every part of that body." He murmured suggestively. His smirk grew into wolfish grin noticing her shadow removing her undergarments, knowing the new ones would accentuate her curves.

Misako made a sound of disgust, "You make dancing seem so dirty."

"You're my first wife," he continued, "I have to know your body well, every curve and..."

She came out from behind the screen, in a short red tube dress, standard for the color scheme of the club. Her shapely legs, barely covered by the clingy fishnet. She stood taller, after placing the tall stilettos on. Sengoku felt his throat dry as he half whispered, "I wish you hadn't broken us off."

"You should really stop talking like that Sengoku-san, we were fourteen when I stopped dancing." She walked back towards the mirror, taking the bright red lipstick she started placing it over her lips. "I'm sure Hongo-san would love it if you stopped chasing me."

"Chizuru doesn't care what I do, as long as I can lead her, she doesn't care. Speaking of dance, come back to dancing Misako, we can—"

"Stop."

"I know you haven't forgotten every step and twist—"

"Stop it."

"If it's about the debts, I can help you Misako, let me take care of you."

The scantily clad woman turned around. Tears filled her green eyes and were threatened to fall, "Kaname-chan, I can't. I know my job seems horrible to you, but this has been my life now for six years. I'm finally finishing the payments to the interest to my debts, and my families—"

"I make enough money to cover the both of us. Just stop being a hostess—"

"No."

Sengoku forcibly grabbed her arms pulling her towards himself. Dipping her body, he could see her body did not forget the standard female positioning. Her neck elongated itself delicately showing the years of training she went through before quitting. His face broke out in a grin. "You see! You still got it."

A gasp escaped her as she pushed him away. "Get out." She rasped in attempt to catch her breath. Her fingers wiped her tearing eyes. "You have no right, no right to do this t-to me. Why are you still chasing me, there is nothing I can give you Kaname-chan."

"Please Misako-"

An angry scream escaped her. Immediately his hand flew to cover her screams. "Fine. Fine, I'll leave."

Releasing her mouth his hands balled into fists. "Don't run away again, please. Just think about my proposal Misa-chin.."

Turning around she wrapped her arms around herself. "Go."

Turning to leave the smoky miasma, the tall blonde left. A smirk grew on his face as he handed wad of money towards the bouncer protecting the club. His smirk grew into a grin as he continued his walk outside. He finally found her. He finally managed to talk to her in over three years after she continued to block any way he had to her. After managing to go Pro, his salary had grown to a decent amount, allowing him to live in a stable comfort.

His pocket vibrated. Taking his phone out he saw the text.

"Thank you for visiting, Misa-chin today!3333 Save this number so Misa-chin can send you~ lots and lots of exclusives~! ;)"

A laugh grew out as he realized he was added on what he hoped was her private phone. Knowing if it was she would send out messages to her clients, he saved her number in his phone. The phone vibrated again, almost making him drop his phone at the identity. Chizuru, his current partner was calling.

"Whaddya want?" He responded nonchalantly.

"You missed practice again Sengoku. You better have a good reason for leaving me alone with Tamaki-chan."

He could hear the whine in her voice. Licking his lips, he responded almost proudly, "I was having fun with a hostess."

She made a sound of disgust before hanging up. Placing his phone in his pocket, he continued his walk back to his apartment.

;;;

The usual smell of polished floors entered his nose as he entered the basement studio that morning. He walked out into the empty dance floor to start his warm up dance.

"You're unbelievable Kaname-chan," Chizuru's voice came from behind him. Her arms wrapped around his waist. "Did you find her again?"

Unwrapping her arms from his waist, he spun her into their usual warm up routine. "And what if I did Chizuru?"

She stopped abruptly, holding on to his hands. "You're my partner Kaname-chan."

A usual grin grew on his face, "You don't have to worry about that."

The two continued, his answer satisfying her enough to continue to dance their routine properly. Together their dance grew more complex as they switched different Latin styles.

"Amazing as always you two!" Came Tamaki's voice from behind the reception desk. Taking a break, the two separated, each going to their smartphones. He could hear his wild partner speaking with Tamaki excitedly about something.

"Chizuru, when are we getting paid from the last competition?" He asked trying to keep his exited voice nonchalant. His gaze was on his phone, particularly a morning text message from a particular hostess, his particular hostess. A photo was sent over to his phone of her green eyes looking seductively at the camera. She was wearing a tight lacy nightgown, with her wig wild around her in curls.

'Good Morning~ Misa-chin is still sleepy... Please come give me a pick me up tonight~

He felt anger grow inside of him. He wondered if she did more than drink with men. If she was sleeping with various men to get the money she desperately needed. Drinking his water, he tried to push his disgust down.

"You should be receiving the check soon I'm sure." Chizuru said as she stretched her arms. "Remember to deposit my cut once you get it."

He nodded as he saved the photo on his phone.

;;;

"Thank you for your hard work!" Came the usual thanks as she left the club. Her body felt heavy and swollen from all the drinking she had done the previous night. Walking towards the apartment provided by the club, she thought of the tall blonde who continued to seek her out.

Her mind raced with memories of him and the extravagant sport.

A laugh escaped her as her memories moved to her family. The debt they went into for her to continue dancing. The dresses her parents bought and the expensive lessons. It felt like a fairytale, the glittering dresses and jewelry. Traveling to Europe to attend a seminar or a class. Her chest felt tight, knowing it was a fairytale she was not permitted to enter after all the pain it caused.

The gaudy dresses and the cheap perfume that were forced upon her when she became a hostess. The tears she shed after each night after drinking too much, telling rich men around her of her accomplishments in dancing just to have them say something lecherous back to her.

Finally arriving at her apartment, she attempted to stop her racing mind. Walking into her kitchen, she took a small powdered packet of vitamins in lieu of food. Pouring the powder from the packet in her mouth she slowly started undressing herself. Dropping her clothes around the apartment, she walked her way into the small bathroom.

Her fingers worked hard to remove the pins pinning her long blond locks from their confinement. The dark wigs she wore made her olive colored skin more appealing to the customers.

Starting the hot water, Misako stood in front of the mirror examining her naked body. Her slight swollen fingers slowly stretched out as she rolled her shoulders. Examining the way her muscles moved, she started moving the rest of her torso and legs.

Steam started filling the room. A sigh escaped her as her body lowered itself into a woman's dance stance. Her legs slowly moved her around in a simple box figure around the room. Her head lolled around in attempt to get the kinks out of the muscles around the base of her neck. She could remember his strong hands at her back and hand. The touch itself different from what she remembered. Continuing the simple step, she felt her back continue to arch itself. Stopping the invisible song in her head she ceased the positioning and turned the hot water off.

Turning on the shower head next to her bath, she allowed the lukewarm water to fall on her heated body. Her hand clenched itself at the thought of joining dance once more. Kaname and his ongoing success in the dancing world. Without her realizing, he often found a way into any bar she was working in. With his small winnings, he was never able to afford much time with her. Due to her own complaining to the managers, he was usually quickly banned before she would move to another hostess club.

Quickly finishing washing her hair and body. She entered the streaming bathtub, finally allowing her body to completely relax.

Her arms wrapped themselves around her torso. A smirk grew on her lips. Her own arms could not mimic the way Kaname's arm wrapped themselves around her waist bringing her to him. Gone was the delicate touch he would place on her when dancing. The young man he was had grown much taller and muscular as he entered his early twenties. Rugged and handsome. A fine example of masculinity compared to how he once looked.

His messy blond hair remained the same, much shorter compared to when they were young. She shivered remembering his strong hands on her hips.

"I'm going crazy." She mumbled out. Lowering herself completely in the water, the water engulfed her senses.