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The music from the club could be heard from a mile away. The top Russian club hits were playing constantly, the walls shaking to the beat. A tall man with his long blond hair and cold, menacing green eyes strolled up to the club. He waited in line with everyone else, to appear inconspicuous, to get into the newly opened club, whose name translated into "Dusk" or "Sunset." The establishment had only been opened a few days before when the man had gotten a text from an anonymous person, who said to meet him, or her, on this day. They had threatened him with knowledge of his business secrets, he could remember it, and all the events leading to his arrival, clearly.
Flashback
"What do you mean, you haven't found anything?" he yelled at the large man in front of him. The man almost cowered, but then seemed to realize that would make whatever punishment he would receive worse.
"I haven't found anything, sir. I've searched everywhere. They can't possibly be alive. People don't just vanish, sir," the man said, hoping it would be a sufficient excuse, but expecting the worst.
The blonde paused, and the other man let a small ray of hope shine through, that maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't have to be worried for his or his family's safety that night.
"Well," the green-eyed one started quietly, "It looks like you have not been trying your best. They are alive, I am certain of it. They have not vanished, they have simply evaded my below standard worker." He paused to smirk lopsidedly and lower his eyes. "But if you disagree, you are dismissed."
The other man gasped in response, but knew that when he was dismissed, there was no way around it. The only thing he could do now was get home as quickly as he could and go on vacation. He strode off, leaving the blonde standing in the room rubbing his temples.
His one moment of silence is interrupted by the buzz of his phone. Only a select few had his phone number, and they all knew what would happen should they let his number to anyone.
When he opened the text, he discovered that the text was from a number he didn't recognize. All it said was, "Meet us at 'Dusk' tomorrow at 9. Bring the envelope with you."
"What envelope?" he mumbled to himself as he reread the text. Just then, there was a tentative knock on the door. "Yes?"
"Sir, an envelope was dropped off. I was told to bring it to you," a tall man said respectfully. The blond snatched it out of his hand, reading the small black lettering on the front.
"Get out!" he shouted when he realized that the other man had not left. The man all but ran for the exit.
The envelope was addressed to a name he had not seen before. Even so, he tore open the flap and emptied it of its contents.
"Give this to the bouncer," the top of the page read. "He'll tell you where to go and what to do. Follow his instructions."
End of Flashback
He was brought out of his flashback by a vibration in his pocket. He pulled out the small device, his eyes skimming the text.
"Go to the bouncer. Give him the envelope. Now."
Although he was not usually one to follow directions, he did exactly as the text said, and approached the bouncer. The larger man crossed his huge arms and lowered his beady eyes to look at him.
"I was instructed to give you this," the blonde said, making sure he stood up straight and maintained eye contact. After all, he was above him in social standing.
The bouncer held out one meaty hand, and the blonde handed the envelope over. He read over the papers and then gave the other man what was probably supposed to be a smile.
"They're at the bar. Three girls. You won't miss them," he stated in a monotone voice. As the green-eyed man walked away, he swore he could hear the bouncer chuckle darkly.
He navigated through the throngs of people, watching out to make sure he didn't run into one of the many girls holding a fruity drink in a dangerously loose grip. Finally, he saw the bar, bathed in a bluish light whose source he could not pinpoint.
Leaning on the bar were three girls, close to each others sides and conversing quietly. The farthest one on the left was tan-skinned, with black hair that looked blue and purple when it caught the light. She was short, barely over five feet, and dressed in long dark jeans and a black shirt with slashes across the chest and sleeves. On the right side was a taller girl, with long caramel colored hair and a glowing olive skin tone. She wore a short, skin tight purple dress, with holes cut out in the sleeves and folds in the seams, complimenting her already slim figure. And lastly, there was the shortest girl in the middle. She had brown hair with a red tint that was just a bit longer than the girl to her left, and was ghostly pale. Her dress was short and strapless, the color a very dark red with hints of blacks in the folds.
They looked like regular party-goers.
"Excuse me," he started, making sure his words came out smooth and gentlemanly. "Are you the people I was supposed to meet here?"
The redhead smiled, almost sweetly. "Why yes, yes you are. You left us waiting, you know." She tilted her head to the side, and for a second, her eyes flashed something other then the clear blue being displayed to him now.
"Oh my apologies, Miss," he said, bowing his head slightly. "Now, did you three desire a drink?"
"We don't drink," the tan-skinned one said.
"But thanks for the offer," the one in the purple dress added, with a genuine smile.
"Oh, it's fine, I understand," he responded, and paused for a moment, unsure how to continue. "Why did you want to meet me here, in this particular club?"
"We own this club," Purple Dress informed him.
"We would like to talk to you... But privately. In the back room, perhaps?" Redhead suggested, her eyelashes fluttering up at him.
"Why, of course, if that is what you wish," he answered, smirking crookedly.
"Well then, follow us," Tan Skin suggested as the three walked past. He followed them to a bright red door, and Redhead held it open for. He was about to take the door from her and thank her, when suddenly, there was nothing at all.
He woke up trapped to a chair in a vast, empty space.
"Whaaa..." he trailed off, knowing he would be incoherent.
"This will be very, very simple if you just tell us what we want to know," a small, but somehow frightening voice said. He looked around to see Redhead, with her blue eyes, less than two inches from his face. He flinched, almost knocking the chair over completely.
"T-t-tell you what?" he stuttered.
"Don't play dumb! We know who you are!" Tan Skin exclaimed, appearing at his other side.
"We're the ones you've been looking for this whole time," Purple Dress said slowly, her arms crossed.
"I knew it!" the blonde haired man burst out. "Just wait until the others find out! You, all of you, are so dead!" He tried to move around in his chair, looking around at the three girls, realizing they looked younger now than they had in the club.
"If they find out," Redhead said with an evil grin and a small, childish giggle.
"What do you mean?" the captive questioned, as if the reality of the situation had only just become clear to him.
"Tell us what we want to know, and we might consider letting you leave. On our conditions of course," Tan Skin said.
"I refuse to tell you anything!" he shouted, his voice bouncing off the walls. Purple Dress and Redhead both looked at Tan Skin. She came up close and kicked just above his ankle, hard. There was an awful snap noise that echoed through the room. His scream that followed came back to them for a few minutes, and the girls watched him as he hung his head and breathed heavily.
"Okay," he murmured. "Okay! What do you want to know?" He raised his head, his eyes showing anger and pain.
"Who killed them?" The voice came from Tan Skin.
"I'm not telling you!" This response was answered with another kick, in the same spot. He screamed again, and the girls waited patiently once more.
"It was The Boss," he sobbed, almost choking on the word.
"Who is The Boss?" The voice came in front of him now. He didn't bother looking up.
"We never got to see his or her face. All we did was follow orders." His voice sounded flat now, any and all hope removed from it. Even if he did get out, he wouldn't last long. The Boss would surely find out about this incident. It would be considered betrayal, treason.
"All of you follow orders from someone you've never seen the face of?" The question came from his left, meaning it must be Redhead.
"Firecracker," Tan Skin said in a reproachful tone. There was a small sigh.
"If you can't tell us who The Boss is, can you at least tell us where our remaining members are?"
"They're in Japan," he answered without even thinking.
"Where in Japan?" All three of them chimed in this time, all equally demanding.
"I don't know."
"How do you know they're in Japan?" Redhead questioned this time. There was a strange silence after this question, like hesitation.
"It's the only information they've given me about their location. They're going by the last name Aoki," he explained.
"Grey Hacker!" Purple Dress and Redhead yelled.
"On it," she answered. She had pulled out a small portable laptop, and the only sound that filled the room was the captive's heavy breathing and tapping of the keys.
"The only possible match is at Ouran Academy," she informed them after thirty seconds of intense typing.
"Firecracker, get the device!" Purple Dress ordered.
"Which one?" Redhead asked. It had never occurred to him to inquire on their names. They were pretty cunning.
"Your pick."
"Awesome!" she exclaimed, not unlike a little kid in a candy store. It sounded as if she had skipped out of the room.
The blonde man looked up to see both of the girls staring at him. He couldn't help but allow his face to break out in an evil grin. He wasn't going to survive, even if they did let him go. The Boss would kill him. He no longer cared what happened next.
"They deserved it, you know. They were absolutely pathetic. It was a favor to the three of you."
He hadn't even seen them move, but suddenly they had guns pointed to his head.
"Red Rose!" Tan Skin whined, dragging out the "o" sound. "I want to do it!"
"Grey Hacker, it's my turn," she snapped. They glared at each other for a few seconds.
"Oh no, Firecracker's gonna be back soon. You know how she feels about this. How about we both just do it at the same time?" They both nodded at that.
"One..." They said in unison.
"Two..." He couldn't help but notice neither of them shook in any way, hands or voices.
"Three!" He closed his eyes tight.
The redhead walked back into the room a second too late. She saw the mess, and her eyes widened.
"What did I tell you guys about doing this? It's wrong! You're going to go to Hell!" she yelled.
"At least then I can torture the bastards more," said the tallest of the three. The redhead glared. Then, she sighed, not being able to stay too angry for too long.
"I'll get the matches... and the gasoline..." she mumbled, going back the way she came. She returned in a matter of minutes with a red container of gas and a box of matches.
"Okay, ready?" The redhead asked the three of them as they stood outside the building, and she got ready to lit the match. They all knew they had to run as soon as she let go.
"We're ready," they both replied.
"Run!" the smallest of them yelled as they ran as fast as they could to the car, which they had parked a safe distance away. This wasn't the first time something like this had happened.
"So Ouran Academy, huh?" the tallest of them asked, as she and the shortest looked at the tannest, who was driving.
"Yup. That's our next destination. We have to go home, get our bags, and get the next flight out," she told them. They both nodded.
All three of them watched as the smoke curled into the sky like twisted fingers. That was the smoke of the memories of what had happened so far, here in Russia. They were off, again to their next destination, and to the next step on the path to the people they had lost.
It was at Ouran Academy that the new memories would be made, and quite possibly, burned.
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