helloooo! sorry for the late updates. been busy with school nowadays! heres the next chapter. i wrote this in a hurry soooo... forgive me if there's any mistake!

the bell by the main entrance to the homra bar rang, signalling that someone was here. the blonde bartender turned around to take a look at his arrived guest. He shifted his attention to the newly arrived customer, realising this person wasn't just a guest."oh, akachi. back so soon?" the bartender said in his usual kyoto dialect while trying to get his wine glass to shine. "it's not like i'm taking a walk to the other side of japan." the blonde girl retorted taking a seat in one of the unused chairs. Izumo simply snickered at her words, picking up another wine glass to polish.

" I can see that. Anything out of the usual happened on your way back?"

"Well, nothing much. Just girls talking about us. That's all." Izumo heaved a sigh of relief.

"Well, at least it's an improvement from last time. " The bartender teased.

"...It wasn't my fault. They were staring at me with lewd looking eyes." The girl replied with a hint of annoyance , indicating that she wasn't too pleased to be reminded of that situation.

"Well, you could have asked for help from the boys instead of beating them up yourself. You know very well, that you can literally kill someone with that strength and fist of yours." Izumo said with his eyes on the newly polished glass , checking to see if he missed a spot.

That certainly left the Akachi speechless.

-flashback-

The club they went to , after beating up some old rich pompous guy which she couldn't remember except for the scar under his left eye, was indeed crowded. That, of course, didn't stopped Homra from dominating the dancefloor. You would be surprised to hear that Chitose, yes, the women-magnet of homra, is great in something other than just being ridiculously good in bed.

"WHO THE FUCK CARES IF IM UNDERAGE!? I CAN DO WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANT!" That was no doubt, yata misaki. well, a very drunk version of him. The underaged kid went a little overboard with the alcohol, that is to be expected since this was his first time tasting such a thing. Beside him was a speechless Fushimi, trying to stop Yata from drinking anymore. When he failed to do so the fifth time, he simply gave up and began to relax a little ; after all, what can a little bit of alcohol do? The next thing you know, the two close friends were drunk and was randomly picking up girls with their corny pickup lines.

If you strain your eyes a little to the left, you can see Kosuke, Rikio and Masaomi surrounded by girls. and by girls, i mean, more than a dozen of them. All of them were trying to get Kosuke and Rikio's attention by talking in a very seducing voice and some, even resorted to shamelessly revealling themselves. However, Kosuke was ignoring them, talking about the dog he picked up a few days ago while Rikio was wolfing down a pack of his favourite brand of potato chips.

Meanwhile, Masaomi was ,no doubt, seduced by the girls. He was trying his best to pick up the girls. However, not only did his actions failed him, the girls scowled at him, saying very mean things about his outfit and old-fashioned glasses. While it is true Masaomi dresses up like an old man, those words put him into a slight case of depression.

Looking alittle closer towards the bar, you can see bandou scolding shouhei for stealing his love away while shouhei merely just receives it with a foolish smile. Beside them was the homra's famous bartender, Izumo. He was trying to get the bartender to reveal things about his bar work. The bartender was clearly not pleased at all. Even so, the bartender did not have the guts to just yell at him like what he did with the other brats who wants a piece of his secret. Something about Izumo tells him that this guy is dangerous.

Maybe it is because of the amber-eyed guy beside him. Suoh Mikoto, infamous for being the most violent king out of all seven kinds. It didn't take a genius to remind who he was to the bartender. With Mikoto eyeing him like a hawk, his sweat dripping to the recently polished wine glass.

Akachi switched her attention to the red king and the white haired little girl on the seat beside him. No doubt, these two was very close. Akachi finds it amusing that a young girl like her have the courage to hold the violent king's hand while most grown-up man ran away when facing him. Feeling someone was staring at him, the violent king's attention was turned to the blonde in front of him.

Not wanting to seem like a coward, Akachi continued staring at him while the other side did the exact same. It was almost as if both of them can communicate through their eyes. Both of them wanted to say something to each other but neither of them wanted to be the one taking initiative. Just like this, a few minutes passed or should I say, what felt like seconds turned into minutes.

The staring competition was broken with a video camera shoved up to Akachi's face. It nearly hit her right in the nose, but thankfully, she managed to avoid it. "...Totsuka, what are you doing." Akachi's mouth moved for what seem like the first time during the staring competition. Totsuka gave one of his charming smile and replied ," you should have seen the intensity between you and Mikoto! "

he noticed it? that was the first question that popped up in her mind when Totsuka finished his sentence. "but! no worries! I've got it all right here!" Totsuka continued, smiling while pointing proudly at his video camera. That was when Akachi looked around her. All these times in the bar, she have been observing the clan she belonged to. Finally realising how comedic the scene looks now, she begin to snickered.

sad to say, happiness was short-lived. As soon as she looked around the club more, she found a few lustful looking eyes travelling all over her body. As Mikoto and Totsuka was following her glances, they stopped and tried to figure out what she was staring at now. Upon discovering those dirty eyes, Mikoto's face harden a little while Totsuka's smile dropped. Few of the clansmen noticed this and stopped fooling around. Soon, all of the clansmen was aware of the eyes. The male members' auras began to lick their body outline, Mikoto's being the largest of all. Anna was staring at the offensive guy with a disgusted look while Akachi continued to keep her eyes on the dirty guy.

The club music filled up the slience between the two groups. Just as Misaki and Fushimi was about to kick that guy's ass, Akachi took them out within a few couple minutes. the now disfigured face was pitifully begging to be spared. the noise made by him was deafening.

The only time when it came to an end is when Akachi threw a fist at his face.

sooooo... well, about the next chapter, i don't know when i will release it. maybe a few reviews will speed things up? ^^;;