Helllooo, people!

Yes, I am aware that I did not inform you guys of any new stories, but I've had this idea stuck in the back of my head for about a few hours now and I can't seem to get rid of it…

And I think I like my more adult-drama-romance stuff…

Summary: (Again, for those of you with short-term memory loss) Yami is a stripping, pole-dancing kind of guy…but he's hiding a dark secret. Joey lives with his rich father, but secretly hates his life as well. So, what happens when these two lost souls meet?

Magic Touch

It was a dark and dismal day in Domino City. Rain scattered across the area; heavy winds blowing the drops towards the west. Deep puddles littered the street as busy cars washed their way over top of them.

In the outskirts of the city, where all the rich folk lived, was the Wheeler family.

Or, at least, some of it.

Joey Wheeler, the outgoing, nurturing one; and his father, Samuel. Samuel was a business man, headlining one of the city's largest electronic manufacturing companies. Because of this, he was on the verge on being a millionaire. The two lived in a large mansion inside the development, which really wasn't all that necessary due to the fact that there were so few of them.

Joey had been home schooled, which meant that he had no friends. Acquaintances, but not friends. He had longed for one; however he had no desire what so ever to make nice with any of the snobbish neighboring people.

Sometimes he just wanted to get away. Scrounge up some of his father's money, and move away. Far away.

But at times like these, he would simply just go for a walk; thinking about random things that just popped into his head.

So tonight, even through the pouring rain, Joey stepped outside of his house (sans an umbrella) and went for a walk.

He passed many buildings on his way, most of them closed due to the fact that it was breaching midnight.

The only lit building was up ahead on the corner: a strip club. A male strip club.

Joey was at the age where he was still trying to figure out who he was. There had never been any girls that interested him enough to ever fall in love with.

"Joey?" A voice called behind him.

He turned around, shielding his eyes from the impending rain and waiting for the person to come closer.

"Tristan?" He questioned.

Tristan Taylor was one of Joey's 'acquaintances'. He never really spent much time with the brunette, therefore did not know him all that well. But he figured, since he was wet and lonely, that he'd stop and chat with the boy.

"What are you doing out here, man?" Tristan asked, speaking louder so Joey could hear him behind a ring of thunder.

"I don't know," The blonde replied. "Just…going for a walk."

"Well…you wanna go get something to eat…or drink…or something?"

Joey scoffed. "It's almost midnight. Where are we going to go?"

Tristan shrugged, pointing to the club up ahead on the right.

"We could stop and get a drink."

Joey sighed. "Fine. But just one. I know how you are."

Tristan laughed. "Come on, man, be cool. I'll be good, I promise."

"Alright."

The two boys stepped into the building, shaking out their sopping hair and showing their ID's to the doorman, who led them inside.

Joey sat down at one of the tables, really not totally enjoying the environment he was in. It was very…uncomfortable.

Tristan set a bottle of beer down in front of the blonde; Joey only took one sip and then set it off to the side, waiting for the other to hurriedly finish his so they could leave.

While they were waiting, the song blaring over the stereo changed, and a man came out from behind the curtain. He was tall, buff, and nauseating.

Joey slouched down in his seat, stuffing his hands into his pockets and keeping his glance off to the side whilst listening to Tristan hoot and holler.

"Tristan, you've gotta be kidding me; this guy's gross."

Tristan shrugged. "Who cares, man. Have some fun, will ya?"

The crowd seemed disappointed at the sight before them. They had all gathered around the runway where the man was currently doing a completely disgusting pole dance.

He quickly finished, calling a 'thank you' to his beloved audience and taking off behind the curtain.

It took a little while before another came out; this one looking much younger: at least by 20 years.

He was slim, almost too much so. His hair spiked off his head; black, red, with lightning strikes of blonde shooting through it. His blonde bangs protruded from the sides, giving him more of an authority. His sharp, purple eyes stuck out from behind his heavy eyelashes.

The outfit he was in truly accentuated his frail, yet gorgeous body. Tight, black leather pants adorned his legs, while a red leather top showed his sweetly-formed pectorals. A black collar wrapped around his throat; almost in a seductive way.

The crowd seemed to really like him. He strode down the runway, grabbing onto the pole with one hand and swinging himself around, coming back up and positioning his feet almost like a ballerina. He moved in front of the pole, sliding down into a sitting position; his head tilted back. He worked his way back up; all the while his nether regions brushing against the metal rod.

And yet…

His eyes remained the same. He gazed down at the floor in a sad way, refusing to make eye contact with his audience. You could see him swallowing lumps of fear; blinking his eyes several times to try to remain focused.

He removed the belt from his pants and tossed it into the crowd. It was caught by some creepy-looking older man who reminded Joey of a child molester from America's Most Wanted.

The boy wrapped the dance up with a flash of his midsection; camera phones continuously taking pictures of his washboard abs.

When he was finished, he quickly tugged his shirt down. He gazed embarrassingly into the audience.

Suddenly, he froze.

Joey froze as well.

Violet eyes locked with brown. Joey gulped down the wad of saliva that was stuck in his throat while the boy began to breathe heavily. He covered his face with the side of his hand and ran off the stage.

"Damn," Tristan said. "How about him, huh?"

Joey shook his head. "Something was wrong with him, Tristan. Didn't you see it?"

Tristan laughed. "Hell yeah, I saw it!"

Joey rolled his eyes. "He looked scared out of his mind. I hope he's okay."

Tristan guzzled down the last of his beer and burped immaturely.

"If he didn't like what he was doing then why would he be doing it?" He asked.

Joey shrugged. "I don't know."

Tristan stood, stretching his arms until his elbow cracked as he laid a tip on the table.

"I'm out, Joe." He said. "See ya."

Joey waved him a quick goodbye and followed him out the door.

However, he wasn't quite ready to head home.

He stood against the wall, watching various people leave.

The old man that had caught the boys' belt exited last with a group of his friends.

"Whoo-wee!" He shouted. "I'd like to get my hands on that boy!"

Joey's eyes widened as he shook his head and looked the other way.

The man remained where he was; stopping at the foot of the alleyway as his friends took off without him.

Joey watched him out of the corner of his eye. He heard a door opening from inside the alley.

The blonde watched as the man approached whoever had just exited the building. He edged his way closer to get a closer look.

"Hey there, sweetheart." He heard the man say. "You were pretty good tonight."

Joey heard a quiet 'thank you' as the sound of scrunching pebbles began.

"Hey!" The man called. "Where're you going?"

Joey listened carefully. There was a pause in the movement until he heard someone screech.

"Stop it!" Someone yelled. "Let me go!"

Joey gasped as he poked his head around the corner.

It was the boy. The man had grabbed him by the arm and was attempting to drag him into a waiting car at the other end of the alley.

"No!" The boy cried.

"Hey!"

The man stopped; both he and the boy turning back to glance at him.

"What do you want?" The man asked.

"Leave him the hell alone!" Joey said, approaching the man and snatching his arm away from the boy.

"What are you gonna do? Spit on me?"

Joey pulled his phone out of his pocket.

"I'll call the police. We'll see what they think."

The man raised his hands, backing up slightly.

"Alright, alright, relax. I'm outta here."

Joey and the boy watched as the man got into his car and sped off.

The boy waited for a couple of seconds, then quickly turned away from Joey and began walking off.

Joey ran ahead to stop him.

"Hey! Wait!"

The boy didn't stop. A long, dark coat covered him from the cold and the rain. He kept his head down as he walked.

Joey lightly took him by the arm, stopping him.

"Do you want something, too?" The boy asked frightfully.

"No." Joey said. "I just wanted to help you."

"Well, you helped. Now get lost."

The boy began to walk off again.

"Wait!" Joey called again.

The boy stopped, turning around.

"What?"

"I just…want to know your name."

He paused, continuing to walk again before stopping to turn back to Joey.

"Yami."

Oooookay!

There we go, people! Tell me what you think!

R&R!

GK09