Author's Note: I'm back ^^ So... this is another fairly long chapter and it takes off where the previous chapter left off xD. And a big thanks to ElementistMagicAkua for helping me with some clothes descriptions. Since in all truth, I can barely tell the difference between a blouse and a dress-shirt... much less describe them. And if I just flat out say "oh yeah... it's by this brand and blah blah blah" I doubt anyone would figure it out. *Mauled for fail*
So this chapter was fairly long for two reasons: One I squeezed in lots of stuff. But mainly... Two: I couldnt find a good place to stop hahaha xD
Thank you HanakoAnimeAddict for being so quick and efficient in betaing this. :)
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"Please tell me you're kidding," Kiorii groaned as she sat on Emma's bed, her face in her hands. "How are we supposed to go there? It's forbidden for high-school students… And if we get caught, we'll be in so much trouble. Daddy would literally kill me." If Gin doesn't get me first…
"Which is why we won't get caught," Emma replied as she closed her laptop. Her violet eyes sparkled with mischief, "We just need some decent disguises is all."
"Do tell," Kiorii instantly sat up, her interest rising.
"Well, since you're going to dye your hair black…" Emma began to think. Some temporary hair dye for the both of us, clothes that we'd probably never wear in public… makeup… hm… this was harder than I thought.
"Emma?" Kiorii chimed in, questioning the sudden silence.
"Hm? Oh nothing, I'm just thinking… what if we disguised ourselves as foreigners, tourists maybe? And since you're so good with makeup and that sorts, I think we can pull it off. Making us look older maybe?"
"And if a police officer shows up and ask us for identification?"
"We'll just pretend we don't understand what he's talking about. Like I said: foreigners."
"But – "
"What size shoes do you wear?" Emma cut her off.
"Um… why?"
"Grab your purse. We're going shopping."
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Ulquiorra sat on the living room couch where Kiorii's school bag still leaned against. A sheet of paper poked out of the unclosed book bag. Out of sheer curiosity, Ulquiorra took it out and had a good look at it.
Huh? An application? Ulquiorra remembered the principal announcing something like that a day ago. But the application was completely blank.
Suddenly, the front door slammed open, startling Ulquiorra and making him jump a little as Kiorii rushed in and ran upstairs to her room. She came out a few minutes later with her purse.
"Where are you going?"
"Shopping." And Kiorii ran out, "I'll work on that application when we get back." She called back as she closed the door and ran back to Emma's house.
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"Okay, I'm back!" Kiorii announced as she reentered Emma's house, panting a little due to her short distance sprint.
"Well, just in case people get suspicious, I have those clothes Mom and Dad keep buying for me that I'd never wear. We can wear those. That way, no one would recognize us."
"Um…" Kiorii pointed at Emma's hair, "Your hair is unique enough to identify yourself, no?"
"Damn, right…um…" Emma took out her small mirror and studied her hair, "Hand me that small comb and bobby pins would ya? It's on the table."
Kiorii quickly got off the bed to retrieve the said items and stood and watched as Emma took those purple strands on her side, tucked it behind her ear, pinning it with the bobby pins and swepted her brown hair over them, hiding them securely.
"What do you think?"
"It'll work. Temporarily," Kiorii stated blandly as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.
"That's the idea," Emma replied, "Some temporary hair dye outta do the trick for both of us."
Emma went to her closet digging though the pile of untouched European clothes her parents send her over the years.
"When are your parents coming back, Emma?" Kiorii asked, "It's been almost a month, though I don't doubt the possibility of them being away for more than two months at a time."
"Well… this is what I get for having parents that travel a lot thanks to their job right?"
"Don't you miss them?"
"Of course I do. Sometimes I wish they would just get a job here and stay longer…but its times like these that I'm pretty grateful for their constant traveling, ya know?"
"True." Kiorii agreed.
"And about your skin…"
"Oh yeah," Kiorii remembered as she looked at her pale arms. Apparently, according to what her mom used to tell her, it was a hereditary skin disorder that disrupted the pigments in the skin. In times like this, it's quite annoying.
"Don't worry," Emma said as she tossed a pair of denim short-shorts and a form-fitting pink t-shirt at her, "Put those on."
"But –"
"But what?"
"I'll look like a slut…" Kiorii mumbled quietly, blushing slightly as she looked at the clothes Emma gave her.
Emma sighed with a hint of frustration, "The point is to make sure we don't look like ourselves and wear stuff that we would never wear so go put them on. I know I have some of those skin-whatcha-call-it-pills from Szayel left…"
Kiorii trudged to the bathroom and slowly changed out of her white lacey blouse and replaced it with the form-fitting t-shirt. She frowned as she studied herself in the mirror before taking off her black, white-laced skirt and put on the shorts. Truth be told, even though she was aware of the fact that she's wearing clothes, she felt naked and exposed. She exited the bathroom and returned to Emma's bedroom, frowning.
Emma, in the mean time, changed her clothes as well, a pink mid-thigh skort (short + skirt) with a white semi-casual shirt and a loosely tied pink tie. Kiorii swore her right eye twitched.
"Here," Emma tossed her a small pill bottle. "Just take one and it should work. It should darken the pigment in your skin a little."
Kiorii did as she was told as Emma took apart her blonde pigtails and combed her hair. Having curled her hair in the morning, it was wavy but oh well.
As the pill worked its magic, Kiorii's skin became less deathly pale and had a healthier normal color, though still quite fair. That should draw attention away from us.
"Well? What do you think?" Kiorii stood up and spun slowly in a circle.
"One thing's for sure, even I can't recognize you now." Emma answered with a small giggle. She walked to a dresser drawer and took out two pairs of sunglasses, handing one pair to Kiorii and put the other pair on. "There!" Emma exclaimed, admiring her work, "I think we're good to go!"
"One problem; Ulqui-nii might be looking out of the window."
"Who said anything about the front door? We're sneaking out through the backyard." Emma went back to her closet as she searched through her shoes, withdrawing with two pairs of white thin heels. "You know how to wear heels right?"
Kiorii nodded silently as she walked downstairs to where the door leading to the backyard was. She hoped this plan of theirs would work. Otherwise, not only did they face expulsion, they might even face arrest. There's no use backing out now…Kiorii looked at her reflection on the window glass and put on the pair of sunglasses Emma lent her, covering her emerald-green eyes. Now what's taking her so long? She looked through her white leather purse to make sure she had everything she needed, including her cell-phone and credit card. Looks like she's going to have to make a big withdraw today, not that anyone would notice.
Meanwhile, Emma grabbed her dark-purple purse and double-checked to make sure her handgun was loaded with some extra bullets in a small compartment in her purse, making sure the safety lock was secure before walking downstairs, with one hand carrying the pair of white heels.
"So… what's the plan?" Emma asked as she came to the bottom of the stairs, noticing Kiorii staring outside.
"Well, I suppose we climb the fence when the coast is clear…" Kiorii's voice drifted away as she became deep in thought. "Emma," She turned to look at her behind her sunglasses, "How much German do you remember?"
"Eh?"
"Well, you said we needed to act like tourists and in case something happens and we need to communicate in a foreign language lest we get caught."
"Good point… I guess my German's decent enough, sorta, as long as you don't go all complicated on me."
"If you say so," Kiorii replied in German.
"Okay I understood that."
"I'm sorry, I do not understand what you are saying," Kiorii said with a teasing smile as she opened the door leading to the backyard. Emma locked the door after stepping out.
Kiorii studied the height of the fence. No way in hell were they able to climb so high. Something just seems to always get in their way. She bit her lower lip in frustration before feeling a soft tap on her shoulder; she turned around to see Emma silently signaling her to follow her. When she did, Emma parted a small bush to reveal a small opening, then she put her hand through, lifted the wooden plank that was nailed to the wooden frame and pushed it aside, revealing an opening large enough for them to squeeze through.
"You're always full of surprises." Kiorii stated as she slid though the opening.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?" Emma slid out after her and gently put the loose plank back to its original position.
"Where should we go though?"
"Well, there are all these crazy western gothic stores we can check out."
The two quickly slipped on their shoes and walked quietly to the nearest bus stop.
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Meanwhile, Ulquiorra sat in the living room couch with a nice cup of tea on the small coffee table as he studied a book when the telephone rang, snapping him out of his concentration.
With a hint of frustration, he quickly glanced at the page number before closing the book, returning it to the bookshelf before answering the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hello, may I know whom I am talking to?"
"…Who might this be?"
"Oh, my apologies; I suppose Kiorii never mentioned me." The mysterious voice stated with a light chuckle. "I am Il Forte Granz, her legal guardian, while she was in Germany – since her father is constantly on business trips here and there, after her mother passed away."
"I see…"
A pause, "Well, I take Kiorii is not available at the moment?"
"You are correct." Ulquiorra replied in monotone.
"Then please inform her, when you have the chance, that I will be in Japan for a few weeks and I'd like to check up on her."
"Of course."
Ulquiorra hung up the phone and sat back down on the couch. Kiorii never mentioned having a legal guardian – though she hardly mentions anything during her return to Germany, but for someone like that to call out of the blue? Looks like he's going to have to have a stern talk with her when she gets back. He began to rub his temples. He can feel another migraine coming up.
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As the bus brought them to their first stop, Kiorii and Emma stepped out of the semi-crowded public transportation. They walked to an ATM machine as Kiorii whipped out her credit card and began to make a large withdraw.
"Hm… how much money do you think we might need anyway?" Kiorii mutter under her breath.
Emma only shrugged, her violet eyes hidden behind her sunglasses as she scanned the vicinity.
"I'm not going to make another withdrawal after this." Kiorii proceeded to enter a random number, "You think a million yen would be enough?"
"Sure… though I don't think we'll buy that much things."
"Better safe than sorry right?" Kiorii asked as she split the money evenly amongst each other.
After completing their first task, they began their shopping quest. First entering a hair-specialist store, they scanned the entire hair-product section. While Kiorii bought some black hair-dye, Emma looked at the temporary colors that the store displayed in – in all crazy shades and colors.
After a few minutes of indecisiveness, Emma grabbed a dark purple and a blood red color and threw it into the shopping basket and proceeded to the checkout line, where Kiorii stood waiting with her small paper bag, having already made her purchase.
As they headed towards the closest cosmetics store, they found colored contact lenses that sat neatly on display shelves.
"You think this might come in handy?" Emma whispered to Kiorii in German.
"Yes they would," Kiorii said as she browsed through the different colors, "Though I cannot say whether they are actually safe to wear or not. But why not?"
After they made their purchase, the two walked outside, each holding their share of bags.
"So… where to now?"
"Hm… there's a Western Goth shop around the block somewhere…" Emma answered as she looked around.
"Lead the way."
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Grimmjow lied in bed, his body shifted so he could look out the window of his moderately sized room, wearing nothing but his light blue boxers. Hell, he was still tired as fuck but no matter how much his body wanted—no demanded—rest, his mind just doesn't seem to want to comply. To add on to his restlessness, he remembered the way Ulquiorra turned away from him as their eyes met… maybe he acted too fast… too much on impulse.
He shook his head, trying to clear his mind of the image. He was with his cousin now; they looked so much alike, every time he held her, it was like holding Ulquiorra—Wait! What? Grimmjow quickly sat up, shocked. What the fuck did I just… Could it be that he was actually trying to use Kiorii to get closer to the person that pushed him away?
Grimmjow laid back down, his hands rubbing his eyes; he can feel the soreness in his arms. Maybe he over did it… His mind reflected back to the tournament. The way Ulquiorra pinned that idiot Hiroku down, Grimmjow remembered, was so sexy—then again, everything about him was. Dammit! He mentally kicked himself. Hell, Ulquiorra loved his cousin like a sister and he's with Emma… there was no point chasing after someone like that; one sided love hurts…
But he can still hope can't he?
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Emma and Kiorii, after completing their shopping quest, sat on the bus completely exhausted. Who knew shopping can be so draining. As the bus arrived at their stop, they quickly jumped out and began walking back to Emma's backyard, going back the way the left. Emma went in first while Kiorii handed the bags to her one after another before she walked through. They took off their heels and ran upstairs to Emma's room.
"Please let me change out of this," Kiorii begged with a small moan as she looked at her exposed legs – attempting to cover them with her shopping bags.
"Yeah, sure," Emma rummaged through her closet – locating the outfit Kiorii arrived in, and handed it back to her.
Kiorii immediately snatched it, dropped her shopping bags and ran to the restroom to change.
Meanwhile, Emma rummaged through the plethora of items they bought through the entire ordeal: some crazy colored hair-dye, crazy-looking platform boots with some dangerously-high thin heels, and a strapless hot-pink and black dress with a ragged hem for her. And, as Emma waited for Kiorii to finish changing, she attempted to take a peek at what crazy outfit Kiorii bought. But before she could, she heard the click of the restroom lock as Kiorii reappeared in her lacy blouse, skirt and knee-high socks. The pill has begun to wear off as her skin returned to a deathly pale. She handed the t-shirt, shorts, and glasses back to Emma.
"So what do we do now?" Kiorii asked as she did so.
"Well, it's not until tomorrow so… Oh yeah! Did you get crackin' on that application form yet?"
"Not yet. I suppose I can keep myself busy until tomorrow." Kiorii looked at the multiple shopping bags that littered Emma's bedroom floor, "Is it alright if I left everything here? It would not be a good thing if Ulquiorra found a whiff of any of this."
"Sure, why not. But you did tell Ulquiorra that you were going shopping right?"
Kiorii slowly nodded.
"Then you should probably take some of the stuff back, in case he gets suspicious, ya know?"
Emma searched though the piles of shopping bags until she found the one with her black hair-dye and the dress.
"Then I shall see you tomorrow evening." Kiorii said as she put on her more comfortable shoes. She opened the front door and walked back to her own home.
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Ulquiorra still sat in the living room, returning to the book he was previously reading until the sudden phone call when Kiorii slowly opened the door.
"I'm back," She announced quietly, clutching the shopping bags close to her.
Ulquiorra closed his book with quiet acknowledgement before turning his attention to his cousin.
"Someone called today asking for you, a man by the name of Il Forte Granz, care to explain?"
He crossed his arms in front of his chest as his emerald eyes bore into hers.
"Oh really?" Kiorii asked in surprise, "I never thought I'd hear from him again…" Her voice drifted to silence.
"So who exactly is he?" Ulquiorra began interrogating.
"Well…" Kiorii said slowly, "He's technically my legal guardian."
"…" His silence signaled her to continue.
Kiorii sucked in a deep breath before exhaling, "Can I put these in my room first?"
"Fine."
Kiorii slowly walked upstairs, with Ulquiorra following closely behind her. She opened the door to her bedroom and put the bags in her closet before she jumped on her bed, her face buried in her pillows. Who knew shopping can be so draining?
"Hey, you better not fall asleep on me while we're in the middle of a conversation." Ulquiorra yanked the pillow away from under her playfully, a mischievous grin on his face as Kiorii gave him an irritated stare.
Ulquiorra sat on the far end of the bed, his legs crossed with his arms around the large, fluffy, pink pillow.
Kiorii, nonetheless, complied as she sat up facing him. She took a deep breath and began to tell her story.
~Flashback in Kiorii's POV~
"After Mama died, there was a point in my life that involved lots of traveling around since Daddy took me everywhere. But when he realized what all those long trips and moving around, it wasn't doing me any good – socially or academically. So… he decided to hire a caretaker for me in the event that he needs to go on long business trips and so I can stay back home in Germany the entire time. So Daddy began looking for a suitable caretaker for me, promising quite the sum of money as well, which involved countless interviews and hours of needless irritation.
"After three weeks into it, Daddy was, to my relief, finally on the verge of giving up, but Il Forte Granz showed up. He was polite enough and wasn't physically repulsive—just finished law school—and he was really nice, and he treated me like a little sister from day one. And he wasn't selfish either; I remember him saying that he needed the money to support his little brother who's going to go into college or something… Daddy liked him too so he hired him.
"When Il Forte moved into the home, I got really scared since he was still a complete stranger and I was, in short, a complete brat; screaming, tantrums, you name it. But he was patient; he would wait until I was completely tired from my screaming and yelling, and scold me a few times but he never raised his voice at me. He was also smart—enough that for the first two years I was in Germany, I was being homeschooled by him. Daddy was pleased with my progress. But Gin… he assumed the pretense that I was not as social as other people my age and made me go to an all girls' boarding school. It was the most horrendous experience I have ever had. I don't think I want to go into details on this particular story just yet…
"And so when Daddy got your phone call, asking him if I can stay and live in Japan with you, I almost died of joy. I would have literally jumped off a cliff to get away from that horrid place. The last time I ever seen or heard from him was the day Il Forte and his brother drove the three of us to the airport. That was almost two years ago…"
~End Flashback/POV~
"So… he took care of you back then…" Ulquiorra said thoughtfully, "But I still don't understand why he would try to contact you so suddenly."
"Me neither."
"Do you think it might be something urgent?"
"I don't think so… or Daddy would have called my cell phone."
"So… what do they look like?"
"Huh?"
"What does Il Forte and his brother look like?" Ulquiorra repeated the question with more clarification.
"Oh… um let's see… Il Forte had blonde hair and … well, I'll know him when I see him. His brother… I don't even remember his name since I only saw him once. But he left a pretty big impression."
"How so?"
"…His…hair…" She mumbled quietly – averting her cousin's gaze.
As she said that, Ulquiorra burst out in laughter, and he tried to stifle it by burying his face in her pillow.
"I think I'm going to go downstairs," Kiorii said as she climbed off her bed, "I still have that application to finish."
Kiorii woke up startled—as her eyes searched frantically around the familiar space of her own room. The sun has yet to rise. Her hands clutched around her arms as she tried to calm herself down, her body covered in cold-sweat. Nightmares…she scoffed at herself, how pathetic—to be reduced to such a condition all because of a dream…
She opened a small drawer and searched for her bottle of medication. Her hand wrapped around a small container, which she shook a couple of times. Looks like there's only two more left… Kiorii thought to herself as she felt something odd in the pit of her stomach. She just really didn't like dealing with this Szayel person…But nonetheless…
She looked at a small digital clock on the small lamp-desk next to her bed: 4:50am – not that it really mattered. Szayel just never really seemed to sleep.
She felt around the room, looking for her purse, dug out her cell phone and called the loathed number.
"Hello, mon cher, you're up awfully early today," The familiar voice answered casually, "Could it be that you're out of the sleeping medication already?"
"That would be the only time I'd call you isn't it?" Kiorii snapped back at him in a loud whisper, attempting to keep the voice level down.
"I see…" There was a long pause, "This is getting quite worrisome you know? You can't expect to live off of those pills forever." The usually casual tone disappeared.
"Since when have you ever cared about the well-being of your customers?" Kiorii was becoming very irritated.
There was another long pause as she heard the sound of paper flipping, "Fine… I'll keep a note telling Tesla and Nnoitra to carry some more to you… then."
The phone clicked dead. As Kiorii hung up her cell-phone, she looked at the semi-translucent pill container with the two pills. She opened the container and popped one into her mouth and returned the bottle back to its original place in the drawer. She didn't really care if she would sleep though most of the morning – she finished the application before she went to bed. And the pill was the only thing that drove those nightmares away.
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Emma sighed as she checked herself in the mirror. The strapless hot pink and black dress with the intentional ragged hem she had bought yesterday fit her well enough; it was just the matter of surviving the Red-light district. As she looked through her closet for matching accessories, she glanced at the clock. It was almost 8:00pm.
As she completed her outfit, she spun once and watched the floating fabric rise before settling down again. Adjusting her fingerless gloves and black metal bangles, she double checked that her fishnets didn't have a run and her black velvet choker with the jeweled butterfly dangling from it was perfect. Kiorii would be over any moment to assist with makeup and get changed herself-an advantage to being an only child with travelling parents-she didn't have to worry about nosey siblings or parents. Going to her closet, she tilted her head, debating between the black ankle boots with the hot pink design on them and flats.
Kiorii closed the door behind her as she exited the house clutching her school bag with everything she needed stuffed tightly inside. She felt bad lying to Ulquiorra about where she was going, a 'sleepover at Emma's for another late-night 'study session'' she had said, when instead she would be heading into the red-light district. Dashing across the street, she let herself in, slipped off her shoes and dashed up the stairs, her dress clutched to her chest. It was a semi modest corset dress with spaghetti straps and a slightly puffed skirt, but that was just from the layers of gauzy material that made up the skirt. The dark green laces crisscrossed and secured her top closed, though they both decided that in order to fit in, the panel that the laces crisscrossed over would have to go, letting a taste of her chest and stomach to be seen. To make up for it, Emma had shortened her skirt so it was showing quite a bit more leg than it had intended.
They studied each other in the mirror.
"And I thought I looked like a slut before…" Kiorii began, "This is beyond disturbing."
"True… but we have about an hour left… Hurry up and help me do my make up!"
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Once they were completely finished, they both turned a slow 360 degree—studying themselves in every angle possible. Kiorii, thanks to her still-blonde hair, was able to use the temporary hair-dye and dye her hair a fiery red color and Emma's a dark purple. And using the colored contacts, Kiorii's eyes, after putting on a pair of blue contacts, turquoise, not that anyone would really notice since it's night time, but one must always be cautious. And in a poor attempt to cover more skin… Kiorii borrowed Emma's platform boots – though in retrospect… it didn't really do all that much for her.
The two of them, after going through the near-routine check to make sure everything they need; they had, the two of them, once again, snuck out the backyard and waited for the bus.
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As the bus arrived at their stop, the two stepped off nervously at their surroundings. The red lights from the buildings hurt their eyes a little before their eyes adjusted. An odd smell filled the air – a mix between smoke, sweat, and other repulsive things… all mixed in one.
"Please let this be quick and over soon," Kiorii prayed.
"It should be here somewhere…" Emma said to herself as she studied the small map she had printed out. They walked through twists and turns as they followed the map until they stopped at a large building with blinding neon lights. Great… of all the places in the red-light district –
Two people walked out of the building as Kiorii and Emma approached. They were close enough to pick up on some of their conversation.
"I told you meeting them here was a stupid idea! What were you thinking?"
"Tch… Calm down Tesla, there's no way in fucking hell I'm wasting the one day-off I get without having some fun."
"You call this fun?" Emma interrupted their conversation, "If it weren't for the fact that there are quite a few people here, I'd probably strangle you for making us go through the trouble."
"Well well…" Nnoitra said as he studied the two high-school girls before him. "I didn't recognize either one of you…"
"Are you retarded?" Emma hissed, "You think we'd prance around here in our school uniforms or something?"
"Please just hurry up and let's just get this over with already." Kiorii began to rub her temples, great… another headache.
"Exactly."
"Then please follow us," Tesla said as he opened the door and led the way as Emma and Kiorii followed them inside.
As they stepped through the door, the sound of techno music pounded in their ears. And the smell… they couldn't tell what it was. Kiorii wrinkled her nose in disgust. I can't do this… She began to turn around and walk out of the place.
"Hm? Where's she going?" Nnoitra asked as he spotted Kiorii attempting to walk out.
"She doesn't like it here, though I can't say I blame her," Emma replied, "I'll get her…"
Kiorii felt a hand grab her arm. "What are you doing?" Emma hissed, "The sooner we're through, the faster we can go back."
"Right…" Kiorii let herself be pulled along as they walked further inside to the dimly lit, building, up a flight of stairs before the four of them arrived in what seemed to be rooms…
As Nnoitra took out a key and unlocked the room, Emma and Kiorii noticed that it was more of a private room with a small balcony that overlooked the stage and bar… great; strippers and pole-dancers…This can't get any worse; please don't get any worse. Kiorii silently prayed as they walked inside as Tesla flipped the switch, allowing for a little more light than the flashing lights that flashed in time with the deafening music. The room itself was simply furnished – a low table was set in the middle of two large sofas in the center of the room with cabinets lining the walls. A small booklet that resembled a menu of some sort was in the middle of the table.
"Why don't you two have a seat?" Nnoitra motioned the two to sit as he examined the menu.
Emma sat down opposite the two men as she glared at Nnoitra impatiently while Kiorii only stared at the furniture.
"Kiorii come on!"
"…Are you sure it's clean—" Emma pulled Kiorii down on the sofa beside her as Kiorii let out a small yelp at the sudden jesture.
"Will you just hurry the fuck up?" Emma was beginning to lose her patience as she continued to stare at Nnoitra – still staring at the menu…
The door opened behind them suddenly, making Kiorii and Emma turn in reflex, to see a very drunken man caring a top-less, giggling girl in his arms.
"Shit… wrong woom…" The man managed to blur out. Kiorii quickly turned around – her face bright red – and squirmed in her seat.
"What was that?" Kiorii asked innocently referring to the sudden intrusion.
"Well," Tesla attempted to explain, "that young lady is what you would call a prostitute and the man is just a customer."
"How disgusting," Emma made a face.
"Ya know… there are guys that do that too ya know?" Nnoitra interrupted as he got up, "I'll call one up and show you…"
"To hell you are!" Emma yelled as she got up and chased after the retreating Nnoitra, in an attempt to stop him. As the door closed behind the two, Kiorii and Tesla sat there silently until Tesla took something out of his jacket pocket.
"Here are the pills," Tesla said as he handed her the bottle, "I really advise you to—"
"I don't think it really matters at this point," Kiorii cut him off as she quickly jammed it into her bag.
A few minutes later, the door slammed open as Nnoitra walked back in screaming with laughter as Emma walked in, her face hinted pink and her eyes downcast. Nnoitra beat her to reception and by the time she caught up with him, it was already too late. They were already sending someone on the way.
"So… tell me…" Kiorii asked hesitantly as she reached into her bag and popped open the bottle with her newly obtained pills, "How does it all work?"
"Simple," Nnoitra began, "Ya simply pay by the hour the whores around here anyway. They do whatever ya tell 'em ta do," He paused, "Do I need to go further?"
"No." Emma quickly said.
"But suppose one of them…expires… " Kiorii began to ask another question as she slipped out a small pill into her hand.
"If they died while they were with ya, the store will simply replace them." Nnoitra answered,
"No penalty fee or anything," Tesla added, "What are you getting at?"
"Oh… nothing." Kiorii answered with an angelic tone.
There was a knock at the door, "You have requested my services?" A voice called from the other side.
"Door's unlocked." With that said, the door opened revealing a young man with messy brown hair and light-blue eyes, around his early twenties, with a well-toned body, an open shirt and shorts – exposing his muscular legs.
"How can I be of service, sir?" He said with a bow.
"Why don't you ask those two?" Nnoitra pointed at Emma and Kiorii with a sneer.
Kiorii didn't know about Emma but she was as sure as hell getting more irritated and annoyed with the intrusions. Kiorii took a shaky deep breath before attempting to do a bit of acting.
"Why don't you get us all some vodka?" Kiorii said with a small smirk as she looked into the man-whore's eyes. "I'll take care of any payments."
"Yes Miss." The man walked to one of the cabinets and pulled out a bottle as he poured them into martini glasses and distributed them to everyone. Emma gave Kiorii a little nudge, asking her just what the fuck was she doing?
"Where's yours?" Kiorii asked the man as he sat down in between Emma and herself.
"We are not allowed to—"
"Nonsense!" Kiorii declared as she stood up and walked to the same cabinet, opening it and pulling out another bottle, finding another martini glass and poured the vodka in. Before she turned around, she dropped the small pill she hid in her hand into the drink, which quickly dissolved, before returning and handing him the glass.
"Here," Kiorii said as she handed the guy the spiked vodka, "I tend to like guys that can actually hold down their liquor," she lied, "So you better drink up." Beside him, Emma slowly shook her head as she lifted her glass to her lips and pretended to take a sip.
He hesitantly took his first few sips before finishing the drink. Finally… now to wait for that pill to work its magic…
A few minutes later, he collapsed on the sofa.
"What the fuck did you do?" Nnoitra exclaimed in alarm.
"I spiked his drink," Kiorii answered calmly. "Whether that trash lives or dies is none of my concern. So let's hurry up and get down to the business we came here to do." She pushed the unresponsive form of the man onto the floor with a small thud.
"Tch. Fine," Nnoitra, "So ya want some sort of 'custom-made' Aphrodisiac correct?"
"Yes," Kiorii simply answered, "I would like it if this one was to stimulate the body and work with it without harmful side effects."
"So something that triggers the body to produce the correct chemical that will, in turn, trigger the …" Tesla's voice drifted away as he became deep in thought.
"Yes, since I'm well aware that the two existing types of aphrodisiac you currently possess is ecstasy-based." Kiorii answered.
"How long do you think it's gonna take?" Emma asked.
"It all depends; it can be a few weeks, months…" Nnoitra answered with a shrug.
"Just be grateful that I am offering to fund this myself," Kiorii murmered as she took out a small booklet of empty checks and a pen. "So how much do you think he'll need to start this off? How about 100,000 yen?"
"Eh," was Nnoitra's only response, as Kiorii handed him the completed check. As the four stood up and began leaving, Tesla walked over to the unconscious man on the floor, feeling for a pulse.
"He's still alive…"
"Hm… what a shame," Nnoitra chuckled, "I think it would have been nicer if you just killed him straight off, Kiorii."
"How so?" She raised an eyebrow at the statement.
"The owner here… can be quite violent if… oh, let's just say, an employee sleeps on the job."
"That is none of my concern." The four exited the building and parted ways.
"Do you two wanna ride back?"
"Nah, I don't want anyone suspecting or seeing how we snuck outside like this." Emma answered for the both of them.
"I don't want to have to deal with unnecessary attention," Kiorii added, "After all, we still have school tomorrow. I don't want to start the week with a police interrogation."
"Then we'll keep in touch," Nnoitra said as he left with Tesla. Kiorii and Emma quickly ran to catch the last bus for the day. It was 3 am...
A/N: Okay you know what... Kiorii is starting to creep me out -,- and yes MOAR flashbacks! (It's every author's ace in the hole for tying up loose ends hahahahahaaa xD *gets punched in stomach*)
And as of today, there's less than three weeks of school left - meaning end-of-the-year projects and (Dun Dun DUN!) Finals x.x So I guess my BIG project on here would have to wait. Oh well :\
Until next time! ^.^
oxox
~LR