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Author's Note: So I can't say I have a fixed idea but I have a general idea of how this story is going to go. More like an outline…no details…that's really hard. Reviews!

As Takato lead him across the dance floor, Akihito glanced at the other patrons of the club. He noticed everyone's eyes on them. "Why is everyone watching us like that," he asked confused.

Takato smirked, "I told you, you are the sexist 'girl' here and everyone is green with envy. Well the women are."

Akihito frowned. "I'm not that good looking. If they bothered looking closer they would see that."

Takato smiled, "Don't sell yourself short. They can see you have great legs. And it helps that the grater-belt is being displayed on said set of leg." His friend blushed. "It would also help that you are sooo cute."

Akihito grinned at his friends' comments and continued to watch the patrons with renewed interest. He watched as some of the men looked at him with that certain look reserved for checking out women. His grin widen as he realize he and Takato was making a scene in the club. "Maybe we could go for best dancing couple and livin' it up a little bit? What do you think?"

His friend raised his eyebrow, "What are you thinking?" Takato knew his childhood friend had a reckless streak in him. He didn't have a problem with trouble, in fact his middle name was trouble. If there was trouble to be found his friend would be right in the middle of it. He knew the photographer had a very dangerous job and usually he comes home with bruises or with stories of how close he get close to be getting caught by the criminals themselves, all the while a grin is shining on his face. So he wondered what would be the repercussion for this little stunt, 'cause there will be.

Akihito had a sly smile on his face and a mischievous twinkle in his eyes , "Wait here. I'll be right back." The young man left his friend on the dance floor and headed over to the dj stand. The guy behind the stand bent over bringing his head closer to hear Akihito talk. There was some shaking of head and nodding and finally Akihito left the stand with a big grin on his face.

Asami walked in the club stopping here and there to talk with others. Soothing egos and listening to boring stories. He asked all the right questions and showed the right amount of concern for the old men who liked to kiss ass. He was talking to a particularly clingy woman when out of the corner of his eyes he saw a flash of deep red. He turned, excusing himself and headed towards the young woman.

As he made his way across the floor he watched as the young woman left her companion to have a conversation with the dj and returned with a wide grin. As he pulled up closer to the couple he overheard the conversation and raised his eyebrow, deciding on the spot to cut in. "Excuse me but would you mind having the next dance with me?"

Startled, Akihito turned around and looked up into the most stunning gold eyes he has ever seen. He watched the man curiously. He had the most handsome features he has ever seen on any man. Ebony black hair slicked back, beautiful red lips on a delicious mouth that were formed into a smirk, a suit tailored to fit, and a look that could make any women swoon at his feet begging to make babies'. And his eyes, eyes that looked like they could swallow his soul.

He shivered as he felt the aura around the man spoke of dangers and dark things that would keep any lesser man awake at night. Watching the man he asked in his best girlish voice, "Do you know how to dance the salsa? If not I think my partner right now would be best." He would rather challenge this stranger, keeping his grip on Takato, than dance with him. Something was telling him that this man was worth more trouble than he was willing to get into.

Takato couldn't believe his ears. Salsa! Whoa, Aki really know how to make trouble. He watched the man look down at Aki smirking at him. "I think I can handle one salsa dance, only I'm not sure you can keep up. I must say my most of my dance partners usually couldn't keep up. But if it is not to your taste than I will reserve a VIP room for you and your companions for the rest of your visit tonight."

Standing this close to the woman he could see that she wasn't a woman at all but a young man dressed in a women's dress. He wondered what brought about this play, which by the way did not diminish the boy's look at all, in fact it showed what he believe to be the most fragile side of this boy, when the young man glared at him. Asami observed as the hazel eyes looking in to his suddenly blazed with anger, a fiery kind of rage, for throwing back a challenge. "I think I can keep up mister…?"

"Asami. Asami Ryuuichi. And you?"

"Asami-san. Gin, Aki…", Akihito hesitated to give his full name. If he got in trouble there was no way anyone can trace it back to him. Besides he was in a disguise so no one knew what he truly looked like.

"Aki-chan then," earning him another glare. "Well if you think you can keep up then let us go."

Akihito glared up at the man. He really didn't like this man. Takato grasped his hand and he turned looking into his friend's worried face. "I'll be fine," he whispered back, "I'll just dance his pants right off and show him."

Turning he glared back at the man putting his hand into the outstretched hand.