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He sat at the bar by himself, losing himself in the pounding of the bass, the flashing lights, observing the scene around him. This was the life of Fuji Syuusuke. Had been for as long as he could remember, or rather as long as he cared to remember. He watched as his friend, Atobe Keigo, danced with what seemed like the hundredth girl of the night. Normally, Atobe's theatrics annoyed the golden-haired boy, but tonight they were a welcome distraction. "This would be an interesting place to take pictures," Fuji thought to himself vaguely, "the strobe lights would give an interesting twist." He locked eyes with the bartender, and nodded, signaling he was ready for another drink. Looking around again, he watched a girl around his age dancing by herself to the music. He eyed her russet-colored hair, the way she subtly but forcefully pushed away those men who dared to get too close. At the end of the song, she opened her eyes, returning from her reverie, half-glaring at the boy sitting at the bar before walking over to him. Fuji took a long swig of his drink, then sat it down on the counter. "Ah, the fun begins." He thought.
"Why have you been staring at me? Don't deny it, I clearly saw you." The slender girl demanded harshly, sitting down next to Fuji. "Hm? Ah, of course I won't deny it. I am an observer, it's what I do. My M.O. if you will, and you simply caught my interest." Fuji replied to the girl, continuing to observe her as he spoke, "I apologize for any discomfort I caused you." She looked back at him skeptically, as if determining just what game he was playing, and whether or not she was interested. After a moment, she replied, "Why have you kept your eyes closed while speaking to me?" "Hm…you are an interesting creature, this will be a nice game to play." The tensai thought to himself as he answered, "Perhaps I am merely resting my eyes. Or possibly hiding something. Maybe I want to keep my emotions to myself, or maybe I'm just a figment of your drunken imagination, and you prefer not gazing into my eyes. Although if it were the last of these, I would probably know your name." Fuji opened his sharp eyes, and the girl gasped before stuttering, "Et…eto…" Fuji looked at his watch and stood, "I apologize, but I must be going. It's a shame I never got your name, but I have a friend I must find. I'm Fuji Syuusuke by the way." He brushed a piece of hair out of her face, "It was a pleasure meeting you, you have the most fascinating eyes, they are a special shade of brown." And with that, he was gone.
"Atobe." Fuji pulled the purple-haired man away from his newest dance partner, fixing him with a fierce stare. "Ah, Fuji. Don't tell ore-sama your time has come to turn back into a pumpkin, Cinderella. Things are just getting interesting. We didn't fly to America for a short night out." He looked the other boy up and down, "Besides, you need to let go Fuji-kun." "Perhaps another club will do then, Ato…" the blue-eyed boy paused as he listened to the song pulsing through the club, and a grim smile lit his face.
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused
"How very appropriate." Fuji chuckled, "I've changed my mind Keigo. I'd like to stay for a while longer." He gave the narcissist a chaste kiss and glided back towards the bar, humming along to the music. "Fuji Syuusuke…what an enigma you are to us all." Atobe muttered, as he turned back to his last dance partner and proceeded to pick up where they'd left off.
A/N: Short first chapter, I know. I'm really just setting up the scene. Normally I am not one for a clubbing Fuji Syuusuke, but I couldn't resist. More to follow soon, so the story has an actual point to it, I promise! Ideas or critiques would be appreciated!