Clx : This is what I think happens when my favorite wolves reach 'Paradise'.

Amx : And it's a one-shot fic… maybe (as in only a few chapters).

Clx : I think I'll keep writing this fanfic just for the drink names. ( You'll understand once you start reading :P )

Amx : Somehow, I'm not surprised in the least. ( You should see some drink names she picked out o.O and I thought I was the twisted one… hehe )

Clx : All the ones I used in this chapter are real by the way, although I have NO idea if they're actually any good. xD

Amx : If any of you out there do, tell us if they are !

It was a calm night in the city for some reason, well, calm as in less busy and noisy than it usually was. The stars shined brightly in the sky, at least they would have if there was not so much light-pollution. Although, the moon somehow managed to shine some rays of pure light through the thick clouds and into the city life. It was a shame that barely any vegetation could be seen, as asphalt and skyscrapers mostly covered it up. Yes, there where trees here and there, but there were all artificially planted. As for the flowers, whenever one popped through the cracks in the sidewalks someone just stepped on it, not even caring the slightest.

"What a filthy city," the man muttered under his breath to himself.

Not that anyone would have heard him since he was speeding down the highway on his motorcycle, clearly going over the speed limit by a few miles. He was headed to the usual club that he usually went to when he usually felt like it… usually. He groaned. At the usual club, there were also usually shrieking girls that usually got on his nerves when they usually tried to make small talk. There could also be the usual thug that usually tried to pick a fight with him and lost miserably – no usually there because the brute always lost. Not mentioning the usual cops that usually ended up chasing him because of the usual complaints about a fight until he lost them – again, no usual there because he always got them of his tail.

His motorcycle slowed down a bit… Maybe he should not go if it usually ended up troublesome. The wheels turned faster. No, he liked trouble for some unknown reason. Maybe it was the adrenaline rush, or maybe the chase, or even the speed and skill he used to outwit the women, the thugs and the police officers… or because it reminded him of something, something in his subconscious that he somehow could never remember no matter what he tried. No matter, he liked trouble and that was enough of a reason for him to be in the middle of it.

His speed decelerated greatly and he came to a stop in front of said usual club. Cameras flashed his way and reporters came up to him, questions rushing out of there mouths. People treated him as a celebrity for some reason he was unaware of. Maybe they were just curious to why he looked so cool, or why he could pull leather off so well. The real reason was probably to ask about why he kept coming back to the club even though he knew the brute and cops would show up, but if it were that, he would not be able to answer, not knowing the true reason himself. If he said because he liked trouble, he would probably end up with more FanGirls. Bad boys were popular in this city… No, in this society.

He sighed once more and took his helmet off, revealing his silvery hair. He made sure to put his sunglasses on, not to block out the sun of course since it set hours ago, but rather the blinding flashes from the cameras. As expected, shrieks were the first thing he heard over everything else, even the thousands of questions the reporters shot at him. Sometimes he wished that he could just keep his helmet on. It was such a good insulator… He stepped onto the carpet that led towards the door and walked right passed the man standing in front of it, nodding to him. It was the usual guy, that usually let him through because he knew that the man knew the club's owner. Maybe that was why he kept going there… for the free drinks and food.

He felt eyes rest upon him as he walked through the crowd and their shouts turned to whispers between themselves. The difference was not great, but his sensitive hearing could tell the slight change. He headed for the bar and sat down on one of the many stools. The barman immediately directed his attention to their favorite customer. Well, his favorite customer actually because the boss never actually got anything out of him. Maybe it is because the man always gave him a generous tip. He doubted that was the reason. He enjoyed having conversations with the man even though he did most of the talking and the other the listening.

"Ah! If it isn't Mister Chick-Magnet!" the barman exclaimed, "Or was it Thug-Magnet, I can never seem to remember."

He laughed at the heavy yellow-eyed glare he got from the man.

"So, what'll you take?"

"Do you really need to ask?"

"Hey, don't blame me for doing my job," he shrugged.

He sighed.

"The usual."

"Well that depends, you have a few usuals," he put his hand on his chin with a pensive look on his face, "When you're in a good mood, you usually take a Bloody Passion, correct?"

The man nodded.

"When you're feeling lucky it's a Four Leaf Clover. When you are lost in your memories, you can never seem to remember it's a Full Moon Martini. When you're proud of your latest escape it's Wolf's Blood and I could go on about your Mood-Drinks but the one you want tonight…"

Yellow eyes looked at him expectantly.

"You look as if you're annoyed of being observed so I'll have to go with… Eye Opener?"

The shadow of a smile appeared on the man's lips and the barman grinned widely.

"You're good," he acknowledged.

His grin grew.

"One Eye Opener comin' right up!"

The barman walked away and the man instantly felt arms wrap around his neck, and more than one pair at that. He instantly pushed away the personal-space-invaders sharply. He hated it when people touched him.

"Where've you been darling?" a supposed to be seductive voice squeaked, "We've been looking all over for you~!"

Lucky me, he thought with heavy sarcasm.

"I'm not your darling and do not touch me," he spat, "What do you want Lea?"

"Is that really a question I need to answer?"

Her fingers trail up and down his chest. He gave her a warning frown and he could have sworn that he felt his lip twitching

"I can answer that question fairly well if you need me too," the second one named Rebecca announced.

Her whole hand brushed his leg, moving toward his thigh and even higher. He slapped her hand away before she could go any further. He surprised himself that he had tolerated it that long.

"DO – NOT – TOUCH – ME. Do I need to spell it out for you?"­

Not that her small brain could spell it out even if I did, he chuckled inwardly.

"You're so mean darling!" she whined.

If they could, the man was sure that his eardrums would jump out of his ears and strangle the daylights out of her for making such a high-pitched sound.

"Here's your Eye Opener," the barman announced.

"I know a way to open your eyes, Hun."

Rebecca had such cheesy lines it was unbelievable. Lea grabbed her friend's arm and gently pulled her away.

"We'll be waiting for you, darling."

With that, they left him alone. He turned towards the bar and dry-assed his drink. His fist banged the counter and his head followed.

"Another round?"

The man nodded and the barman gave him another. Like the first, gulped it all down in one shot then his head found its rightful place on the cold marble.

"Kill me now," he mumbled.

"I'm sorry, I don't serve that kind of drink here, my dear Tsume."

That earned him a glare but he only laughed it off. Tsume felt like it was going to be a long night.

"Damn that Tsume to hell!" the thug groaned, clutching his pained side, "Since when is he so strong?!"

"Um, I think he's always been like that sir."

"Shut up! I didn't ask for your opinion now did I?!"

The small man winced at his tone. Soon after, they saw people running out of the club, cell phones in hand. They were probably going to call the cops. The brute grunted under his breath.

"You'd think those stupid law enforcers would've learned by now to just wait at the club for the fight to start and take him in instead of coming late and losing him every single time."

He sighed, but regretted it as it caused him great pain.

"Well whatever, it's not my problem. I need something to distract me…"

As if on cue, a cute girl came running in his direction and before she passed him, he grabbed her arm quite violently.

"I guess you will do," he said sadistically.

It was still light outside, and the sun was just starting to set in the horizon, well at least that is what it would have looked like if the many buildings were not blocking the view. The only time you could ever see it was when it was noon, when it was at its highest and even then, it is not always visible. Lately, the weather was odd to say the least. Mother Nature never seemed to make up her mind anymore. In the morning, it would be sunny and the next thing you know when you step outside it is pouring cats and dogs. Fortunately, for the boy, right now, it was clear, but a strong wind was blowing, bringing along dark clouds, quickly approaching the city.

The boy quickened his pace, seeing that there was barely any light left and some streets lamps were already turning on. He hated walking around at night, especially when he was alone. He just did not trust the people in this city. All the crimes that were committed at this time of the day were countless. He would usually turn on the news the next morning and there would usually be another missing person, a bank robbery, or even a murder. The boy shivered at the last one and it only made it worse when a few men whistled his way. The sun was completely gone now and all the restaurant signs lit up.

"Oh no!" he thought aloud, "Why does this kind of thing always happen to me? If only my teacher hadn't kept me after class so long I wouldn't have to walk in the dark."

Well, it was sort of his fault for skipping class the other day. No, he did not skip class he would never do that. He caught a horrible cold and barely had enough energy to move around so walking thirty blocks to get to school was out of the question. Nevertheless, no matter how many times he told the teacher, he replied that it was the same as skipping school. Those were the only times that the boy actually felt relatively angry with someone. He was and acing student and was never absent to any class unless he was sick, the least the teacher could do was make one exception for once.

A loud rumble could be heard in the distance and the boy noticed that he could no longer see the sky. The storm was approaching the city and fast. No matter, the boy would be home anytime now; just a few more blocks and he could go to bed under his warm blankets. Although, he probably would not be able to fall asleep right away, or at all for that matter, since his apartment was right beside a club that stayed open 24/7. The worst part for him though was that he had to pass in front of it no matter where he was headed. Everything was downtown and it just so happened, that it was on the other side of the club.

No, that was not such a big problem anymore. It's not like he was afraid and intimidated by it or anything, it was more the people that went there that gave him the chills. Every single time, someone, male or female, would hit on him and let's just say that those weren't the kind of people he wanted to get involved with. The boy was well known by everyone in there, from the manager to the newcomers, but he never set foot in there! The fact that it was the city's most popular club probably did not help his case. For all he knew, the whole state might know who he is. The only person he was aware of that never flirted with him or even look his way was the celebrity.

The boy only knew the man by reputation and name. He himself had never seen him but he sure was curious to set his eyes on him in person to see if all the rumors were true. The girl's always said that he wore leather and that because his jacket was too small for him, instead of buying a new one, that he ripped the shoulder seams to reveal his well built arms and shoulders. The thing that they gossiped about the most though was that his stomach was showing and that he had a white scar on his tanned chest. As for the men, they always complained that all the women were all over him even though he didn't have the slightest interest in them. Even so, they did not even dare to give him a piece of their mind if they valued their life because he was a kick-ass fighter. The boy jumped when he heard something move behind him and shivered when he did not see anything. He kept on walking, and then heard the sound again, but this time when he turned around, he saw a cat: he hated cats. He backed up a little, but the cat just followed him. He gulped as he kept on going even though the feline kept on walking towards him. To his luck, there was a crack in the sidewalk and he tripped, bringing him to the same level as the cat. It crept closer in a malicious kind of way as if it could feel his fear.

"Meow!"

"AHHH!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, turning around and running without a second thought.

He felt pathetic to be scared of such a small and harmless animal, but he couldn't help it, he just hated them. He once saw a fortune-teller and she told him that he had been attacked by on of them in a past life. The boy did not believe in those kind of things, but it sure would explain a lot. Maybe a past life was also the reason he was so good with dogs and most people… He suddenly felt something, or rather someone grab his arm firmly, pulling him to a brutal halt. That's going to hurt tomorrow…

"I guess you'll do."

"EH?!" the boy shouted, "What do you mean by that?!"

"You know fairly well what I mean, pretty girl."

He faintly blushed. Why do people always think I'm a girl? He knew the reason, but it annoyed him nonetheless.

"I… I'm not—"

"That kind of girl?" he interrupted with a malicious grin, "You will be when I'm done with you."

"EH!? NO! I mean YES! I mean… ARGH! I MEAN I'M NOT—"

"Going to do as I say? I highly doubt that sweet thing."

The boy groaned. Why were some men so stupid?

"Let me go!"

"I don't think so," he whispered in a creepy supposed-to-be-seductive voice as he pulled the boy towards him.

He tried to fight him off, but, let's face it, there was no point. The man was at least twice his size. The boy felt like a mouse compared to him.

"Don't struggle so much. I'll be gentle."

The boy shivered at his disgusting tone. For some reason he very highly doubted what he said last. Just the grip that held onto his arm betrayed his words. He kept on trying to get away from the man and his efforts ended being as useless as the previous ones. He had to use his last resort… The boy mustered all his remaining strength and brought the man's arm to his mouth, immediately sinking his teeth into the flesh. He made a mental note to make sure to spit the dirt and sweat out after. The thug let out a loud cry of pain and pushed the boy away, making him stumble backwards and trip over one of the many cracks in the pavement.

"Damn it!" his arm was bleeding furiously, "You fucking bitch! You'll get what you deserve!"

The man pulled a gun out of his jacket and pointed it directly in the middle of the boy's forehead. Said boy froze when he saw the weapon as his eyes shot wide open. He was not expecting that alternative. Although, he should have. With all the crimes happening, it should not have surprised him so much. The man's finger lay on the trigger and the boy could tell that he was intent on pulling it. Move… move… move… MOVE! He cried internally, but his body was paralyzed with fear. Feeling the back of his eyes sting, he closed them tightly, lowering his head. The next thing the boy heard was the click that meant the trigger had been pulled, the sound of the bullet racing out of the canon and the screams of various people. The odd thing though, was that he fine. He slowly opened his eyes and noticed that he was completely unharmed. He sighed in relief.

"Then where did the bullet go?" he thought aloud.

"Not in your head, that's for sure," a low, seductive voice murmured.

Clx : Hmph… *pouts in a corner*

Amx : What ?

Clx : I'm unsatisfied. *pouts some more*

Amx : … Because ?

Clx : I find the chapter… dry.

Amx : It's the first one.

Clx : It's supposed to be eye-catching.

Amx : There's supposed to be more in the chapter.

Clx : Yes… but if I didn't cut some…

Amx : The chapter would've never gone up.

Clx : Precisely.

Both : *sigh* Review please.