Shining Knight

Grey, slanted eyes looked up into my crimsons with admiration and lust. I could feel her breath on my clenched lips. Flinching, I bumped the back of my head against the wall as I frantically pushed further into it. Her hands had my wrists in an iron hold. Nausea and dizziness washed over me, I started shaking.

"Wh-what to you want of me?" I asked as I fought my queasy stomach. I was losing the battle fast.

My attacker's eyes grew wild with rage, "What do I want?" My attacker snarled, "You didn't even read my letters, Shizuru!" She yanked my wrists over my head, effectively stretching my body, making my back arch.

"I get hundreds of letters a week, not to mention emails and tweets." I tried to explain, my voice was growing softer as I weakened. "I try to read every one."

"I forgive you, Shizuru- oneesama. But you shouldn't try so hard for all of them; you'll only get tired out. Don't worry. I'll keep all those hussies away from you." She cooed as she pressed the full length of her body against mine, even as she kept her hold on my wrists.

My breath hitched, I remember those letters. Many writers used that honorific in admiration but only one used it to cover darker feelings. "T-Tomoe... wha, why do I feel so...?"

She gasped as I called her name, nuzzling her face into the crook of my neck. "I just wanted to get you alone. I only wanted to talk to you, to touch you..."

I let out a low moan as she removed her hands from my wrists to slide them under my shirt. My arms fell to my sides; hanging there, useless. I tried to move them, but found that they wouldn't respond. Those hands were so insistent. Demanding. Wanting. And they were moving north, brushing against my taut abdomen...

"No..."

"NO!"

As I threw my hands out to fend off my nightmare, I shot straight up from my prone position in my bed. A cold sweat ran cooled down my heated skin and I pulled my covers up to protect my shivering body. My eyes strained, darting around my bedroom, looking for movement in the shadows. The trembling increased as the night-cooled air brushed against my sweaty skin. Blood roared back into my head and I had to fight off a wave of dizziness. Short panting breaths escaped my lips as my chest heaved painfully.

Tha-Thump, Tha-Thump.

It's just a dream, only a dream... I tried to rationalize as I pressed my hand over my rapidly beating heart. Slowly, almost agonizingly so, I was able to calm down. Although I still shivered occasionally, I was able to maneuver myself to the side of my bed, where I swung my legs over the edge. I placed my feet on the carpet, bracing my hands against the mattress and tucked my chin against my chest, slamming my eyes closed.

The only problem with my nightmare theory was that it was real. Tomoe had attacked me only about two weeks ago and so far I had relived the experience every single night. Sometimes, I would wake up in a cold sweat but without the dreams. At other times, I would relive the whole thing. Very rarely my sub-conscious would take over and give me some "what if" scenarios. Suffice it to say, I am not too fond of those dreams. After such experiences I would almost always end up running to the bathroom, retching and crying. Of course sleep was not an option after that.

I got up and began pacing around my bedroom, the familiar sights and smells slowly comforting me. This dream was a little different; I usually ended these types of dreams with me being rescued. My face screwed into a grimace. Honestly, this was a bit of a reprieve; the worst part of my attack was after I let out my weak protest. Tomoe had gone into a rage at my small utterance and had practically ripped the tight fitting tee shirt off my body in an attempt to get to my bra. She had slammed her mouth into mine, teeth slicing my lips as she tried to force her way into my mouth. Tomoe gave up on kissing me when I bit her tongue and moved onto claiming my neck. The bruises were still there. I rubbed my neck, wincing as the pressure of my palm passed over the unwanted hickeys. I felt something wet on my skin.

I didn't realize that I had stopped my walking and that my breath was hitching as I cried silent tears. I was so scared and alone. I had no one to hold onto simply because I was afraid that any potential suitors would use me for a number of things. First would be for my body, second would be for the money that I held, and the third, most recent reason would be to become famous. Those emotions slowly turned to frustration and anger.

"Damnit!" I snarled, punching the air.

I know how I got into this mess. All of those TV shows! I punched again, releasing some more of my pent up frustration. My father was running for a position in the Diet, the Japanese parliament. And like the good little girl that I was, I eagerly suggested that I take interviews on the popular morning shows. I knew that my father's opponent, Kazehiko Takeda, didn't really have a representative in my age group. Sure, he had a son, Masashi, but he was not great at public speaking and stuttered when he was flustered. He also had a bad habit of using his looks to get into girls' pants.

I sighed, glancing at my alarm clock that was currently glowing peacefully on the bedside table. It was only 12:30 in the morning.

Damn, only two hours of sleep tonight.

I knew that my fans had formed a club at Fuuka University, despite my requests for them not to. However, I naïvely assumed that people would listened to my political message, and not make me into some sort of starlet. Boy, I was dead wrong. My father loved the fact since it seemed like more college aged students were voting for him. They simply voted for him because I represented him on those talk shows. This isn't egotistical, it's pure fact. The surveys prove that.

Don't get me wrong, I actually love to be a guest on shows. This is especially true of the earliest ones. Sure, on my first couple of interviews for morning news programs I had been a little too enthusiastic and ended up messing up some questions. After figuring out how to work the interviewer, the experiences were quite fun and challenging. Some interviews ended up in polite bickering that made the producer's day.

Then there were the shows that were more for amusement than for any hard news. Sure, I'd get simple questions about my father's campaign, but then the interviews would delve into pop culture and so on. Slowly, the number of news programs that requested me dropped and consequently I'd be invited on more entertainment shows. I fully blame these for the rise in the 'crazies' club (otherwise known as my hardcore fans). Okay, okay sure I dress up in what one could say was provocative outfits, but hey classiness gets boring after doing it for so many times. Besides, I would say that my fashion choices are a combination of class and sexy.

Oh and there were the times that I flirted and teased the show's hosts mercilessly. Those memories brought a soft chuckle out of me.

I had been asked out by no more than four male hosts and a number of females. What can I say? The ladies love me. In fact, I had one hostess so flustered that she actually asked me out for coffee on the air. There was that time when the lecherous host of another show tried to feel me up. I left him in a quivering mess after thoroughly ruining his show by not properly answering any of his questions. How I love psychology.

The interview requests were becoming more frequent as networks found out that I had a ridiculous number of rabid fans who would watch anything that I was on. Again, like a good little soldier I agreed to do more TV spots over my summer break from school. Still, I looked forward to them and the particular challenges that they bring.

My chuckles turned into laughs as I realized that I was turning into a glutton for punishment.

Baby loves to dance in the Dark. Cause when he's looking she falls apart...

I jumped and swore. Again my chest heaved as I tried to bring myself down. I angrily swiped the ringing cell off the table.

"Hi, Anh nee-chan." I sighed wearily into the phone.

"Hey, Shi-chan, did you have another nightmare?" Anh's melodious voice flowed softly through the phone.

She knew me so well, my Anh Nee-chan. "Yes. But tonight's dream was surprisingly short. I think I am starting to cope."

"Shi-chan, you'll probably never forget that. I know I won't." She replied sadly with a little hint of guilt.

I moved to sit on my bed, relaxing for the first time since I woke up. "Oh Nee-chan, I love listening to your voice. Ookini for calling." I said unconsciously switching into my singsong Kyoto accent.

A low chuckle emanated through the line. "So says the person who can cause instant attraction with just her voice. Although, I think your current fame has more to do with your physical appearance than what comes out of your mouth." She paused, possibly waiting for a witty response. I was not in the mood to get into the old argument with her. When none came, she added, "Go open your door, Shi-chan. I have a surprise for you."

"Okay, but this had better be good. I don't want to move too much," I began as I made a move towards the door.

"Come on! Hurry up!" Anh whined impatiently.

"Okay, Okay. I'm coming."

I made my way over the front of the apartment, moving through the living room and into the front hall. I turned on the light and checked through the peephole. Finding no one there, I unlatched the locks and turned the handle. With the door half way open, Anh popped out of the shadows with a box of tea and a huge grin on her face. Naturally, in my state, she managed to scare the peas out of me and I responded with the appropriate scream.

"Nee-Chaan! Ikezu!" I whined, even though I was so happy to see her.

She stepped in, shut the door and placed her gift on the shelf that had been built into the wall. Still not responding, she pulled off her pumps and began moving towards the living room. I followed in a bit of a huff, knowing that I wouldn't get something until she was ready to give it.

When we reached the comfortable living room, she spun on her heel, marched over and enveloped me in a hug. I melted into the familiar warmth of her body, giving out a little half sobbing sigh.

"Oh, Shi-chan, I wish that I could protect you better. You are my best friend. I love you too much to see you hurt." Anh said softly into my mussed up mane of hair.

That did it; I broke down for like the fourth time since I was attacked. It was the first time this week though. I felt so bad that I was attacked while I was under Anh's watch; she didn't need the guilt. Anh was the only one who knew about my attack who was constantly checking up on me. She and Laula, her lover, allowed me to stay at their house until I felt like I could be on my own again. Laula even agreed to give up Anh for the first couple nights as I slept in their bed, wrapped in the warmth of my dearest friend. My parents and siblings didn't even bother to call after the initial flood of concern had worn off.

I should have known to be more careful after Tomoe's stalking began. There was something that I could have done differently. I just didn't know what. With that terrible thought, I sobbed harder into Anh's shoulder, anchoring myself to her waist.

"I'm s-so ss-sorry, Nee-chan. I-I could have done better."

Anh gasped and pulled out of my grip to look me in the eyes. I whimpered at the loss of her warmth. My hands grasped at her to pull her back so I could feel safe again.

"Shizuru!" She exclaimed, voice harsh with unshed tears. Her soft fingers gently found their way to the sides of my face, wiping away my tears and brushing my bangs out of my eyes.

I choked back my sobs. Anh rarely said my full name unless she was under duress. My crimson gaze searched her face. Forlorn blues began to darken with anger.

"Never, never say that this is your fault again. You can rely on others, Shizuru. You do not have to fight this on your own. Think of your friends and your family." Her clear blue eyes shimmered as those tears began to fall. "Remember this: We could have done better!" She whispered fiercely.

I nodded and reached a hand out to wipe her tears, cupping it to her cheek. "Thank you Nee-chan, I love you."

She gave me a gentle smile and leaned in, planting a tender kiss on my forehead. Another hiccupping sob escaped my lips. My own mother wasn't this loving or tender with me; she was too busy. Shaking my head slightly to get rid of the bitter feelings, I moved away from Anh.

"I'm so tired. Do you want to join me in bed?"

Anh gave me a mischievous, yet watery, smile. "Darling, that's the whole reason for my coming over. I wanted to seduce you while your defenses were low."

"Ha! I knew you had an ulterior motive, dear Anh. But alas, I shall not succumb to your advances. I am too afraid of Laula nee-chan." I let out a low laugh, knowing that Anh was playing.

Anh suddenly brightened, "Ah, I know for whom you save such thoughts, dearest Shizuru." She waggled her brows at me and backed away. She then quoted, "Lips red as the rose, hair black as ebony, skin as white as snow… "

"Anh! Go get changed already!"

My cheeks were burning a bright red. Damn, I knew I shouldn't have told Anh about my encounter with my Snow White. The woman has teased me mercilessly since.

I moved into the bedroom, adjusting the covers so that Anh would have room on the bed. With that done, I flopped down face down on it and buried my face in my pillows.

Soon, the bed dipped as Anh slid into it. She reached over to rub my back for a couple minutes, soothing away my fears. When I sighed, she silently scooted over, pulling me into a hug. I snuggled into her warmth.

"Sleep well Shi-chan, for tomorrow is a new day. And it will be a good one."

I mumbled something as I felt fingers running gently through my thick hair. As sleep finally claimed me, all I could think about were a pair of emerald eyes that burned with a kind intensity.

Sun made its way into the room and caressed my face with warm insistence. I groaned and turned away, not wanting to get up just yet. It took me a moment but I realized that Anh's side of the bed was most certainly not filled with my ashy-blond friend. In a panic, I threw off my sheets and quickly made my way to the door, stumbling over a pile of clothes. The door was cracked and a pair of voices reached my ears. I recognized Anh's musical lilt but it took me a couple of seconds to place the second. When it finally struck me, I let out the breath that I didn't know I was holding in.

Laula. I turned around and leaned against the door frame, smiling. Laula Bianchi was as solid as they come; physically and mentally. The fact that she was here was proof that I wasn't the only one needing to be comforted. I took a deep breath and stepped out to greet my two dearest friends.

"I know, Laula. But I just don't want her to feel like she's alone." Anh sounded like she was about to cry. Again.

"Hun, you can't shield her from everything, you know. She's a bright kid. If you give her the right tools to use, she will certainly find a way to make them work for her."

I paused at that. Was Anh keeping things from me? Probably, seeing as some of my fans found that I worked at the Star. I shrugged. If Anh didn't want to give me something, then she had good reasons for doing so. I took a deep cleansing breath and then walked into the kitchen.

"Good morning, Laula and Anh nee-chan." I spoke in a teasing singsong.

Laula chuckled, "More like good afternoon but the sentiment is the same." She held out her arms for a hug.

I stepped into them. Laula gave me a tight squeeze, pretty much squishing my face into her chest. I didn't mind though because Laula's hugs were the best. I felt Anh as she stepped in for her turn. I wiggled out of Laula's grasp, giggling.

"Nice hair Laula. You match now." I reached up a hand to run my fingers through the dark skinned woman's short spiky hair. It was dyed a light cerulean, to match Anh's eyes.

She chuckled before turning me around to face her lover. "I tried to have her dye hers lavender, to match my eyes, but she refused. Broke my heart, too."

Anh shot a playful glare over my shoulder before resting her eyes on me. She kissed my cheek before reaching out and pulling me into a gentle embrace.

Anh gave the second best hugs. Together they were the ultimate tag team of huggers.

"I turned off the alarm clock, Shi-chan. You needed the rest." She whispered in my ear.

I nodded and asked, "What time is it?"

"1:30" was the simultaneous reply.

"What? Guys, you know that I have work tonight at the Star. I also need to confirm my next week's appearances!" As I pulled away from Anh, my mind went into overdrive.

"Chill out, kid. I made sure that everything is okay for next week and Anh's going to take you to work." Amusement was evident in Laula's voice.

I sighed in relief. "Ookini, guys. You're the best." I gave them quick hugs before I dashed to my room to get ready for work.

"Viola oneesama!" Was the only warning I got as I was tackled from behind by two blurs.

I let out a short 'Umph' before my face met the carpeted floor of The HiMe Star. The two bodies of the club's youngest workers mushed the rest of me into the ground. The girls were the resident DJ's and they were surprisingly good at their jobs. Their boundless energy was captured when they were over their turntables.

"I wanna say hi first!"

"Aww! I saw her first, though. I wanna hug!"

The jostling continued as Arika Yumemiya and Mikoto Minagi tried to squeeze, simultaneously, onto my back. Today was my first official day back, and the girls wanted me to feel welcome.

"Mmh" I struggled under their combined weight. "Girls, I would love to thank you for welcoming me back but I need you to let me up."

The girls paused. They jumped off and began to enthusiastically pat at my clothes, trying to smooth them out. Their hands left my body as they sat back politely. No doubt they were quivering with excitement.

Chuckling at their pure adorableness, I lifted off the carpet and turned my body into a seated position. I rested my fore arms on my bent knees. I looked between them. One pair of liquid gold eyes and another pair of baby blues stared back in eager anticipation.

"Thank you, girls. It was a wonderful welcome." I said softly. "Come here so I can give you my presents."

They jumped me again with twin cries of enthusiasm. This time I was prepared for the fourteen year olds' assault. I wrapped Arika up in one arm while Mikoto nuzzled her face in my breasts. Arika got a loud smacking kiss on the cheek, to which she promptly went bright red and fainted into my shoulder.

My free hand came up to rustle through Mikoto's soft ebony spikes. I swear I could hear her purr into my chest as she tried to get further up in there. I laughed at their antics. These two are like instant cures for stress. My worries seemed small compared to the unconditional love these two dished out.

"Okay people! Break up the love fest before I puke."

I one person could be so tactless. "Hello, Nao-chan."

Nao was The HiMe Star's newest DJ. She was small for her nineteen years. Standing at only five-two and sporting an extremely petite figure, many underestimated her. Their mistake. She made up for her size and delicacy with a mouth that could make a sailor blush. Not to mention the fact that she was an excellent dancer, her movements were an odd combination of quick sharpness and sensuous grace.

Her favorite saying was "I don't care what team you play for, as long as you play." Of course, she put money where her mouth was and flirted with anyone who she thought was hot, especially when intoxicated. I have a feeling that she is mostly of the male persuasion, though.

She snorted and was probably rolling her lime- green eyes at me. "Yeah, Yeah. Welcome back and all that." Nao walked around so I could see her. "I need the rug rats to help with the programing on the lights."

After eyeing the spunky red head, I let a sly grin form on my lips "Ah, I see Nao-chan has dressed up today. Perhaps she knew I was coming back and decided to impress me, no?"

Nao huffed and crossed her arms in front of her revealing top, slightly turning her body away from me. Her mini skirt lifted just enough to reveal more of her toned, pale thigh. "Ha, as if. You know I don't play for your team. You know I like the –"

"Nao! The kids! Mind your language." I scolded sharply.

"Well, then don't try to tease me. I am immune to your snake charming ways."

Right, Nao. I shot her a skeptical look. Then I turned my attention back to the teens that were currently latched onto me. I nudged Mikoto so I could look her in the eye.

"Mikoto-chan. Thank you again. I really need to get up to help everyone out now." I waited until she nodded her head and stood to work on Arika.

Picking her up, I brushed her hair back from the side of her neck and blew a short burst of air on the sensitive skin there. She let out a muffled yelp into my shoulder before jumping up, standing at rigid attention.

"Ma'am. Yes Ma'am! I'll get those tracks to you right away!"

Nao rolled her eyes again and reached out a hand to help me up. I grabbed it and let her pull me up. Another tease formed in my head, it was too easy. When I was fully standing, I used our clasped hands to pull her upper body closer to me.

Bending slightly, I put my lips right next to her ear and murmured in my most seductive voice, "Thank you so much Nao. I didn't know you cared." An eye twitched as her brain tried to process what had happened. Before she could do anything, I let go of her hand and sauntered towards the employees only area, not looking back to see her reaction.

3, 2, 1, and…

"Gah! Woman! I'm gonna run you into the damn ground tonight!"

I spun around and blew her a kiss before escaping to my dressing room.

The door of my dressing room clicked shut, leaving me to my thoughts. Tonight was going to be fun. In order to come back to dance I had to agree with Anh not to mingle. That's the term I came up with for when I served cocktails. Most nights while I waited for my turn to dance, I almost always ended up getting tips for just talking to my guests. So, I necessarily didn't have to get people their drinks. In fact people at tables would take turns in getting their refreshments just to keep me for themselves. No less than fifty fist fights had started over which tables had seen me first. In any event, the argument between Anh and I was short but intense. The tips that I raked in went directly to Takumi's hospital fund. Anh pretty much assured me that any extra money that the club made as a result of my dancing would go to Takumi. That was good enough for me. Dancing it was, then.

Besides, I can't disappoint my contingent of raving loons, now can I? Nope, that would cause riots. It's happened before.

I was practicing all week, working with the choreographer, JUN, and the other servers of The HiMe Star. It was all hands on deck, as Anh wanted this to be a celebration of summer. Nao had even agreed to dance on a couple of songs. This past Monday I had come in early to ask JUN, who by the way was so gay he had to have his name all in caps (we all love him for it too), with help selecting music for my finale. That was when I met her. My Snow White. And I don't even know her true name.

She truly embodied a modern day Snow White. I remembered her face was that unique combination of strength and fragility, with high strong cheek bones a narrow nose that slightly flared out, and her full lips that adorned a wide firm mouth. Her hair was straight and long, its color an inky black that shimmered blue in the light. When I first came upon her while she was sleeping, I had to fight to brush the ebony tendrils out of her face, just to see if it was as soft as I had imaged it was. Beautifully soft pale skin covered the tight muscles of her stomach. I had taken a peek when she had stretched out her sleep and her top had ridden up a little. I know - I'm a bad girl, but who wouldn't?

I sighed, thinking on how perfect her body was and the way she moved. She was fit, but lithe and long. She had gentle curves that only served to show off the strength in her arms, legs and abs. When she moved, it was with a predatory grace. Most women were taught to float or glide, but this young woman flowed. I was in awe at how controlled her movements were and at the beauty that it had created.

My body shivered just remembering that low husky voice. The woman had the best bedroom voice I've ever heard, like grey silk over sand. I just about melted when that silky grey lowered to say, "I think I'll keep her." My goodness, I don't even think the biker realized what she sounded like! With that voice no one would have to know what she'd look like and she'd still be able to seduce her fair share of men and women. It's almost unfair that she's absolutely gorgeous as well.

I walked over to my closet to get ready for the evening. The doors were opening in about an hour. I shuffled through the clothes, looking for my outfit for the first number. The song was "Just Dance" by Lady Gaga. It was simple with just tight jean shorts and a mini black top that was essentially a bra, but it went well with the song and was comfy. I also had knee high boots that matched the top

After pulling out the top, I was interrupted in my search for the shorts by a knock at the door.

"Come in, it's open." I didn't bother to turn around, as was my habit.

I froze as I remembered something. Oh, Crap! I had forgotten that I was supposed to lock the door. Anh and Hiroki, the head bouncer, had been especially adamant in getting me to lock it after Tomoe's attack. Although I had remembered to keep it locked over the week, I hadn't thought of it since I was actually using it tonight.

"I see you've forgotten to lock the door Shizuru-san."

I turned to the shorter woman. "Hello, Mai. How's Takumi?"

Mai grinned, white teeth flashing. "He's doing well, thank you. He's been asking for you. Says he needs help on his English homework. I think that he just wants to show you off to all his buddies though. He told me that he had let his friends know that he has a hot English tutor, but his friends don't believe him."

Ara. I gave a light chuckle. "He's simply too cute. Well, I'll have to remedy those boys' thinking, won't I?"

"Yeah. That would totally up his street cred."

I nodded my agreement. "I have to find the shorts that go with this top. Could you give me a hand?" I swung my attention back to the closet. Two pairs of eyes are better than one after all.

"Sure thing, Shizuru-san." Mai moved passed me and began to shift through the hanging clothes. She glanced at me. "I see you've decorated a little. Green is a nice color."

I gazed around the white walled room. There were pictures of green forests and accents in shades of green. "Yes. The color is good if there isn't a lot of it in a room. I certainly wouldn't paint it that way though."

She snorted. "Yeah right. I'm sorry Shizuru-san, but you've got it bad for that biker that we met last week."

"Ara, whatever do you mean by that? She has such pretty eyes; it's not a bad thing to be inspired by them." I know that I've got a massive crush on my mysterious Snow White, but I had hoped that I wasn't that obvious about it.

She gave me a look. "Shizuru-san! Stop lying to me. I was there when you first met her." She paused and shivered. I gave her a suspicious glance, but held my peace. "I can understand why you'd be so infatuated with her. The woman is gorgeous. And that voice is pure sexiness. When she looks at you with those eyes, it's almost as though she looks straight through you. Super intense, you know? I'm straight and she even gave me ideas." Mai gave me a shrug and carried on with the clothes.

Yup, that pretty much sums up what I felt, except for the straight part. Sighing, I bent down and retrieved my boots from the bottom of the closet and began making my way over to the couch.

"Yes, I just wish I knew her name. Those friends of hers didn't even call her by her name. It was either 'Noob-tsuki' or 'Noobi'." A low chuckle escaped my lips as I thought of the witty banter between my crush and the tall handsome brunette, Chie. With the pretty blue eyed brunette Aoi, one would think that the trio was from some sort of modeling agency, not a surveillance company.

"Yup. She never gave me her name either, and Chie called her Noob-tsuki, too." Mai paused and scrunched up her face, giving me a questioning gaze. "What does Noobi mean by the way? I'm good with English but for some reason American slang eludes me."

"Honestly, I am not sure. I think it means something like rookie, but a little more derogatory. It's probably not so bad, though."

"Oh, I guess so… Ah! Found them!" The shorts were pulled out and shoved enthusiastically in my face. I took them.

"Ookini! You're a life saver, Mai."

Mai puffed out her already ample chest and lifted her chin. "You're welcome. Alright, I think I hear the first of the customers. I'd better get back to the bar. Gotta be perfect tonight, it's gonna be hoppin' in here."

She ran around the back end of the couch, only pausing to give me a half hug from behind and a whispered "Good Luck," before bolting out the door.

I waited a couple seconds. Mai tends to like to come back for more conversation

Right on cue, there was a knock at the door before it was opened a crack. Mai's orange hair flashed when she popped her head in. "Maybe miss biker chick will be here. It is the first official use of the new camera system after all." She grinned and gave me a wink before retreating from my dressing room.

Chuckling, I went about getting ready for the night. I lined up all of the costumes in order, for easier switches between routines. When I came to the last one, I recalled the last conversation that I had with my biker.

"Viola, you said you were having trouble selecting the music for your last piece, right?" The raven haired beauty leaned on her helmet. It was resting on the table that she had been guarding. The newly installed camera was silently watching over us.

"Yes, do you have something in mind?" I locked eyes with her. Those viridians were so warm; they made me feel incredibly safe. It was crazy, I know, but in the short time that I'd known the young woman, she gave out such an air of calm certainty that was infectious.

"Yup, but you'll have to give me something in return." She gave me a half grin as she straightened and flowed towards me.

I swallowed, calming my flaring libido. That predatory grace had come out again, reminding me of her little prank she had pulled on me. She was planning something. "What is this thing that you want?"

"A kiss" Grey silk flowed over me.

My breath hitched as she had planted herself in my personal space. Oil, leather, and the smell of clean open air wafted in my direction.

Too close! Too close! The warning bells were going off in my head. Naturally, I ignored them.

"A hefty price for so small a thing. But I shall give it. What is the song?" I was proud that my singsong cadences came through even when I spoke in English.

Forest colored eyes closed as she shook her head. "No, dear princess. I wish to give you a kiss, if I may. A knight should never ask anything of a princess." Those eyes sparkled with amusement when they opened again.

"Ara, I give you permission, my knight." I played along. It was all I could do to keep myself from losing my control.

"'Stereo Love' by Edward Maya. And wear red, it'll bring out the color of your eyes. It's a slower song, but still moves. The way you move, well, I'm just saying that it suits you."

She leaned in, my eyes moved from her eyes to those inviting lips. Her fingers brushed against mine, then grasped my hand gently. I gasped as her thumb brushed against the healing wounds on my wrist. Our hands suddenly came between us as she brought them up. Soft lips brushed oh so lightly against the back of my hand, her powerful gaze still locked on my own eyes. My eyelashes fluttered at the contact and heat spread from my hand through my body.

"I must leave now, milady, but I thank you for keeping me company through the duration of my task." With that last sentiment, she gently dropped my hand, spun around and walked back to grab her helmet. With one last glance towards me, the raven haired woman left the club. Only the sound of a motorcycle roaring to life shook me out of my revelry.

"Ikezu."

I had to shake myself of the heat that was coursing through me. Good lord! The woman was a charmer and didn't even know it. She would blush furiously at any complement directed at her but could dish out the sweetest things.

My reflection in the mirror stared back at me. Yup, I look great. My hair was swept up into a ponytail with half of it hanging loose. My already long eyelashes were darkened with mascara and only a small amount of shadow and liner was applied to give my crimson eyes extra pop. I didn't apply any more makeup because I'd be sweating it off shortly.

Music had invaded my room. I listened, trying to pick out the song that would signal for the servers to get ready for 'Just Dance'. Nao had already set that song up, so I hurried over to the door, making sure to pick up the key on the way out. After opening up the door I nodded to Tate; he normally works on the surveillance team, but Anh had assigned him to watch my door.

"Knock-em dead, Viola-san." He took the key that I held up and quickly pocketed it.

I laughed and gave him a quick pat on the shoulder before sweeping passed him. "You know I usually have a couple of casualties a week." I called back as I found the backstage entrance. His chuckles followed me to the stage.

"Ladies and Gentlemen." Nao purred into the loudspeaker. "I know you've all been waiting all week for this. So let's welcome Viola-sama back!" She paused for the boisterous cheering.

My nerves skyrocketed as I looked at the others back here waiting with me. Some gave me thumbs up and winks. I smiled back.

The cheering died down, "Alright, alright, you crazies! Remember you can join in the dance, just stay off the tables! Now Juuuusst Daannce!"

The curtain was thrown open, Lady Gaga filtered through the speakers, and I moved. The crowd roared as they saw me come out. With adrenaline pumping through my system, I worked through the steps, adding extra snaps and smoothness when required.

The HiMe Star was alive with party goers. Music was the heartbeat and people moved to its rhythm. Alcohol was its lifeblood. So far, the evening was a complete success. It was strange but nice not being forced to deal with as many drunken advances.

I spotted JUN on the way back to the stage from my dressing room, having changed into my last outfit for the night. He was peaking around the curtains, checking out the floor for hot guys. Lucky it was a slow song; Nao had chosen it after a couple of very enthusiastic clubbers tried to get on stage to dance with me. It was her way of cooling people off.

"Hey, find new blood yet?"

He glanced at me before returning to where he was looking. "Yeah, there's that delicious looking young man next to the dance floor." I followed his eyes to a young black haired man dressed in tight leather pants and matching vest. His white collared shirt contrasted nicely with his midnight hair and dark tie.

"Oh. He is handsome, isn't he?" Despite his short stature, his straight shoulders and long lithe arms gave him a lean solidity. His hair was styled into spikes, and was parted to the side. His short dark bangs fell partially over one eye. And those eyes! Even from here I could tell they were a vivid blue, their color accented by the longest eyelashes I'd ever seen on a man.

Currently, his attention was taken up by the plethora of horny women trying to get into his pants. I let out a low chuckle as he jumped and quickly spun to his right. He shouted out something and shook a fist at the women who were behind him. The women just tittered at his antics. One girl, who had a black fedora on, tugged on his tie, effectively jerking him down to her face so she could steal a kiss. Onlookers in the mostly female crowd cheered and raised their drinks to their mouths for a sip. Huh, apparently they'd turned this into a drinking game. Each time a lady got a kiss from the dark haired prince, the rest would take a sip from their drinks. He returned the girl's kiss with some enthusiasm before grabbing the hat off her head and stuffing it on his own head. Okay, that was confusing; girls usually pull that little trick off.

JUN must have noticed the confused look on my face. "That hat's his. The poor guy has had it taken from him like ten times tonight. The girls are learning that it's the only way he'd let them kiss him." He sighed. "Too bad he's straight. He's too hot for his own good."

I laughed and gave JUN a shoulder squeeze, "If all the hot ones were to fall for you, then we would start to have image issues."

The handsome man stepped away so he could eye me up and down, "Viola, I don't give women image issues; that's your forte. That outfit is smokin' hot. You're a freaking goddess, anyone with a pair of eyes can see that. Even I get affected by you and I'm as gay as they come!"

I had to blush at that, JUN hardly gives complements out like that. He's a hard task master and is as picky about his dancers' music as their fashion choices. For this song I had decided to leave my hair down. My outfit for 'Stereo Love' included a skin tight dark red leather vest that had plunged deeply, showing off my cleavage. The vest's bottom barely brushed the top of my belly button, showing off the piercing that I had gotten, and toned dancer's abs. The sarong was patterned in gold tones and dashes of crimson to match the top. It was long and flowing, giving a contrast to the tightness of my top. It also was perfect to tease with; I could flash my legs out, only letting my onlookers get a peek at them before moving them back under the light cloth. I loved the high heeled strappy sandals that I had chosen for this costume, the straps ended just above the ankle and could be tightened so I could pull off the complicated dance moves that JUN had planned for me.

"That song is pure genius, even if it's not my favorite. Your body moves so well with it. Who did you say suggested you use this song?" JUN was initially surprised at my choice at first but had to agree with it.

"That intern who came in to work on the new surveillance system. Remember, on Monday, they had come in to install the cameras?"

"And this intern figured out how you moved after only talking with him for, what, two hours?" JUN was incredulous.

"She was rather observant. She even suggested that I wear red, to bring out the color in my eyes."

JUN snorted. "So this girl has the balls -."

He was interrupted by Nao's voice. "For any of you who aren't completely inebriated at this point, I would like to announce that this next song will be the last one that our lovely and handsome servers will be joining us in." A smattering of boos answered her. "This one will be a solo dance performed by our star, Viola!" Cheers interrupted the boo-birds. "Yeah, I thought you'd like that."

JUN pushed me towards the stage, giving me a light tap on the ass for luck. I glided over to the middle, waiting for the curtains to rise.

"Here's the send -off you've all been waiting for!" Nao announced as the curtains rose to leave me on stage. She slowly turned up the song.

I began swaying my hips on point with the song. The accordion and I fought the smooth keyboards and the seductive singing. I teased out a leg here and there. Arms slowly moved around and above me and my hands moved in small circles. When the accordion faded out I turned and spun with the liquid beat. The accordion came on again and instead of joining it, I continued my soft seduction of the crowd. Finally, I allowed my upper body to fall under the accordion's spell but continued to slowly sway my hips, mimicking a belly dancer. As the music came to an end I gave one last swaying half turn raising one hand to the ceiling and throwing my head back. The lights fell and only the stage lights shone, giving the audience a view of my silhouetted back.

The curtains fell and silence enveloped me. I turned to JUN, who had run up to me. His dark brown eyes glittered in the dark.

"So, did I do well?"

"Well? Well? You were marvelous! I think I saw like five people faint!"

The crowd came out of its stupor as JUN was about to say something else. Whistles and cheers roared through the club. They started to chant my name. I had to go back out there.

Grabbing one of the wireless microphones out of its dock on the side of the stage, I entered the stage coming slowly from stage left.

Nao spotted my slow form and reintroduced me. I had to hand it to her; she was sharp and could ad-lib with the best of them. When I reached center stage I gave them a deep bow. I held it for a little while, subtly giving the crowd a chance to calm down.

I straightened and brought the Mic to my lips. "Thank you so much for coming to The HiMe Star." I spoke softly, letting some of my singsong accent come into play. They quieted at the sound of my voice. They always did. "Everyone did a great job! Especially the DJ, Let's all give DJ Nao a big round of applause. Without her great skills, the dancers wouldn't be able to do anything." I paused, letting the enthusiastic applause go on.

JUN had already guessed what I was up to and had gathered as many of the dancers that he could. I glanced at JUN and he had the dancers file out on stage. The applause got louder as the crowd guessed what was going on.

When all the dancers were behind me, I spoke up again. "Let me introduce you to all of our dancers. Feel free to give them some thanks as they come around with your drinks. They worked hard!"

Everyone had a great time being introduced and interacting with the crowd, so I took the opportunity to slip off the stage. Anh had come out of her office and fell into step beside me.

"That was your best dance!" She exclaimed. "I can't believe you would dance to something like that. It was almost too sexy."

"Well, it was kind of a request and the person who requested it was highly complementary." I said lightly. I told Anh all about my Snow White, but I left that little tidbit out.

Anh and I whipped our heads at the loud crashing sound near the stage entrance. It seems like a clubber had gotten on the stage and past JUN. It looked like he had pushed JUN through the door and was climbing over the dazed man. Head snapping back and forth in the long hallway, his mouth dropped when he spotted us.

"Viola-chan!" He exclaimed as he walked towards us. Anh stepped in front of me, using her longer frame as a shield.

"Sir, this is an employee's only area. For your safety, I must ask that you leave." Anh took an authoritative tone.

Knowing that if I spoke the situation could get worse, I huddled behind Anh. Grabbing the material of her shirt, I gently tugged her backwards as I took my own step back. We'd practiced this before, it was like a tactical retreat.

"All I want is an autograph from Viola-chan." He pleaded. Tate had moved from his post by my door and placed himself between us and the crazed man.

Tate adopted a genial tone and tapped the man's shoulder, "C'mon buddy, let's get back on the dance floor. There's gotta be some more hot chicks out there."

Without warning, the man struck Tate with his fist. Anh and I jumped. We had reached the door as the man bore down on us. I jiggled the handle.

"Anh. The idiot didn't make sure to unlock the door! Do you have your spare?" My voice was calm and lilting even as my brain was going into overdrive.

The man paused and sighed, "The voice of an angel." Shaking himself he advanced again.

When he reached us, Anh had given me her spare set of keys but I couldn't get to the correct key on time. Anh pressed me into the wood of the door. I balled up my fist with the keys in it- they could be useful.

"Aw. Come on lady, I just want to talk to Viola-chan." He pleaded with her.

Anh let loose a very unladylike snort and said, "Sir, you are not authorized to speak with the dancers back here-" The man's face contorted and he backhanded her to the side.

Immediately, his expression switched back to a puppy like longing when he took in my face. Schizophrenia, perhaps?

I straightened and looked at him defiantly, "Please leave. I will not sign anything for you. I do not know you and most certainly do not wish to speak with you after you hurt my friends." Glancing at Anh, I noticed that she was stunned but still conscious.

He shivered, "Such red eyes. Like blood. So pretty…" I pressed against the door preparing to jab him in the throat with my fistful of keys.

A bright red blur pounced on my assailant. Then a young man with black hair positioned himself in front of me, and in his hand was a wicked looking knife. Snarls from the fight on the floor reached my ears. Curiously I poked my head above the black haired man's shoulder. Gasping in shock, I watched as Nao gave my potential mugger a sharp jab to his face with the heel of her palm. His head snapped back and bounced off the floor. He stopped moving after that.

My new shield relaxed, his knife disappearing under his leather vest. He poked his ear and began to speak to the air. "Crazy bastard subdued." His voice was a low growl, tinged with a slight American accent.

"Ya, know mutt, you could've helped." Nao complained as she stood up and dusted herself off.

The young man went ridged and shouted in English, "You freaking dumbass! Why the hell are you the damn DJ? If I had known that you were DJ-ing, I would've brought more backup!" He definitely was from the States, as his accent was straight out of Gone with the Wind.

Nao got into his face, hissing something like she was too short to see anything through the crowd. They were so into their argument that they had forgotten about me and the man's other three victims. I cleared my throat and tapped the man's shoulder. He whirled around, and I found myself looking into the deepest blue eyes I had ever seen. They weren't a perfect blue though; green swam in their depths, a beautiful blend of the two colors.

"Ara, I believe you should call for the EMT. Anh, Tate, and JUN might need help." I murmured softly in English. He was searching my face for something, those odd eyes intense yet kind.

He blinked and turned to help Anh stand up. I went about my business of opening up my dressing room door. When I pushed it open, I turned to find Anh leaning on my rescuers shoulder.

"Could you bring her in here to let her rest?" I asked. It seems like Nao had already called for backup because the EMTs had arrived to look after Tate. JUN was sitting by the stage door and talking animatedly to one of the security personnel who had escorted the medics back here.

Silently he led her to my couch and gently guided her to sit. One of the EMTs hurriedly pushed his way through and began to fuss over Anh, whose face was red where the crazed man had hit her. I watched, fascinated as my young savior began to prowl about the room. His pretty face was set in a slight scowl. Suddenly, I gasped, recognizing him as the man who JUN had pointed out to me earlier.

He stilled, and I shivered as his piercing gaze snapped to my face. Slowly, he flowed in my direction. "Are you okay, Miss Viola?" He asked softly in a low, smooth husk. He still spoke in English.

I gave him a smile, responding in kind, "Yes, I am well, if a little shaken. Thank you. I simply recognized you from the crowd."

He offered me a careless grin, teeth flashing, "You're welcome. I'm sorry we didn't get here fast enough. I, um, was kind of held up, and Nao had to come from the DJ's nest." He was most likely hindered by the horde of horny, drunk women that had swarmed him earlier.

Raising a hand to my mouth to hide my giggle I asked, "It's alright. Tell me, dear prince, where is your hat?"

He let out a soft barking laugh and reached a hand behind his head to rub at his neck. "Well, someone took it during your dance and I haven't been able to find it yet."

"Ara. That's too bad, it was a lovely hat."

"Well, I'd sacrifice the hat anytime to see you dance like that again." Suddenly his voice was a little shy, like he was embarrassed about being too forward with me. Cute.

"Flattery will get you nowhere, prince." I half sang out, preparing to tease him. A sudden thought stopped me in my tracks, though. "How discourteous of me, you stepped in to help and yet I haven't asked you your name yet." I wasn't going to make the same mistake twice.

He held out his hand between us, "I am Misaki Kruger, Miss Viola. Anh has assigned me to you to act as your bodyguard. It's nice to meet you, even if it was under trying circumstances."

It was difficult to explain, but I had taken an almost instant liking to him. Perhaps it was because he didn't treat me like I was an object to be admired or lusted after.

Your name certainly suits you, Misaki-kun. The thought raced through my head as I eyed him from head to toe. He was beautiful; it's too bad that he was a man. I smiled at the earnest expression that adorned his face. He is just like a puppy, eager to please his new master, so adorable.

I held out a hand. "Shizuru Fujino. Good Luck. You, my handsome friend are certainly going to need it."

AN: Another long chapter! Whoot.

Yes Misaki is generally a girl's name and Shizuru interpreted it as such (美咲- meaning beautiful bloom). However, it can be written in hiragana, which has no meaning thus making it a nice boys name too.

Like always I gotta give props to Athena S. my beta! Any mistakes are because of me and not her.

Reviews are always welcome