Serena: I can see why people Keyship now. Still don't really consider myself a Keyshipper, tho. I certainly have a lot of feels for those two and I like reading Keyshipping and stuff, but…iunno. This chapter was really fun to write. haha~

I'd like to give a thank you to Asakajou, Leahtheredpearlvoice, MapleSnowchunks, My Reality Is My Own, fireflame1801, Sister Of The Pharaoh, and Jenny for their lovely reviews!

Warnings: AU. Keyshipping. Human Astral. Alcohol use and mentions of other adult things. Characters might be out-of-character, but for my purposes, they're how I want them to be so apologies in advanced.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! Zexal.

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Chapter 4: It's On

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The steady beating of music thumping against sets of inner walls saturated the night air in a chorus of hypnotic heartbeats. It drew passing tourists in like moths to a flame and swallowed them up in a sea of savory, wafting smells. The music and aromas poured out the restaurant like the multicolored flashes of pink, blue and yellow that lit up the opened entrance to the beachside structure like spotlights lighting up a runway. The people entering (or exiting; it was hard to tell really) varied in height and build, but they all wore interesting outfits. Short skirts, bikini tops, flared slacks, designer bags, tight jeans, etc. You name it, someone was probably wearing it.

Gazing at it all from a relatively safe distance and fidgeting with a buckled leather bracelet Kotori had given him as a birthday present one year, Yuma wasn't certain what he was doing here.

Well, no, that was a lie. He knew exactly what he was doing in such a party-driven place. He came expecting to see that seductive piece of Asgardian hellfire in leather that was Mist. He just wasn't sure why he actually went through with showing up when he hardly knew the guy. For all Yuma knew, Mist had been playing a rather cruel joke on him and being the gullible idiot he was, Yuma took the stranger's word as truth.

"Maybe I should have left a will before I left…" Yuma muttered to himself as he stood staring at the Blue Lagoon like it would pick itself up and eat him. He let out a short sigh. "Well, I'm already here…"

He swallowed a nervous lump that had formed in his throat and took a few tentative steps towards the lit up building. He tried to put a bit more confidence into his stride and attempted to force his expression to relax into his typical, happy-go-lucky smile, but his movements were jerky and his lips would only form a kind of nervous grimace that he could get to stop twitching at the corners. God, he probably looked as lost as he felt, like a small child searching for their mother in a sea of unfamiliar faces.

'Come on, Yuma. Just relax. This is no big deal.' he tried telling himself, but the more he walked, the closer he came to the building and the more his heart pounded. His nerves were getting worse. 'What's there to be scared of? You met the guy once already and yeah, he was a prick, but a really good looking prick and…and…ah shit.'

His brain dropped itself into a metaphorical gutter more times than he cared for. Damn hormones.

"Hey, kid."

Yuma paused as a heavy, raspy voice broke through his thoughts. He glanced up only to realize that he was standing just before the entrance to the Lagoon and standing there like a sentry guarding a treasure vault were two equally terrifying men with a set of bulging muscles that could put a Saiyan to shame.

A couple of bouncers, to be more specific and being a foreigner with nothing but a learner's permit that never saw much use (and had promptly been left back at the hotel), Yuma realized he didn't have any I.D. on him (and that was bad because if this went sour, Akari would be the first to catch wind of it and he would be in all sorts of trouble).

And even if he had of remembered to bring his I.D. (permit or passport, either would have sufficed), from the looks of things, these guys weren't going to allow a sixteen year old inside anyway. He was clearly underage.

The two bouncers guarding the completely vulnerable entrance to the club (bar, restaurant, whatever the hell it was) were positively massive and, quite frankly, looked like something out of a bad Hollywood movie. Donned in form fitting shirts that looked like they would rip apart from even the most miniscule of muscle flexes and slacks that did everything to accentuate their bulky thighs, they stood on either side of the entrance with their backs to the wall and their hands folded in front of them. They almost resembled statues. Neither one moved so much as an inch regardless of how many people strolled in or out. If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of their shoulders, Yuma would have had no problem in believing them to be robots.

The one that had addressed Yuma was the more intimidating of the two, if for no other reason than due to the sunglasses he had hiding his eyes. He stood there staring at the teen, a small frown tugging at his thin lips. It made Yuma take a step back and gulp.

"M-me?" he questioned rather meekly, hesitantly pointing at himself.

"Yeah. You."

Oh, this wasn't good. This wasn't good at all.

A heartbeat of apprehension passed in which Yuma was certain he was about to get his ass kicked. The two bulky men stood silently at their posts, merely staring holes through him. Yuma was tempted to turn around and forget all about his date, but before he could move away, the strangest thing happened.

The guy that spoke to him smiled.

"Don't look so nervous there, kid. Nuthin' but friends all around here." he said in a surprisingly cheerful tone of voice. Yuma could only gawk as the man's partner nodded his head in agreement. "First time right?"

"Y..yeah." Yuma answered, bewilderment quickly filling his eyes. How was he supposed to react to this? Weren't they going to ask for an I.D. or tell him to get lost? "You could say that."

The man laughed rather heartily and moved away from his post against the wall to carefully set a comforting hand on Yuma's shoulder.

"Ey, a looker like you got nothing to worry about, kid." he continued, causing Yuma to flush a bit at the unexpected compliment. "You'll fit right in. Trust me."

The other bouncer gave the teen a quick once over with his eyes before nodding his head approvingly.

"Ya. Who could say no to that? Get in 'ere, sweetheart. You've got a crowd of fans to please~"

Yuma felt a light push at his shoulder and before he could protest or say anything at all, he suddenly found himself stumbling inside the Lagoon. He rapidly blinked at the change of scenery and with a blush still on his face, he turned back only to see the two men sending him encouraging thumbs up. Not knowing what else to do, Yuma sent them a nervous smile and a little wave before turning back towards the glowing blue insides of the establishment.

'That was…weird.' he thought to himself as he took in the new sights around him. Most everything glowed with a blue light and was decorated with an underwater theme that he kind of liked. 'I guess they were just trying to be nice, but they didn't even ask for my I.D. or question my age...and were they flirting with me?'

He might not have had the fashion sense God gave the beautiful, but he had his moments and he was glad that tonight was one of those times. Yuma had received enough compliments between here and the hotel to feel confident that, yes, he picked a good outfit and looked damn good in it. Slim-cut, black cargo shorts with a single chain (that looped around the belt in silver waves) showed off the smooth skin of his calves and had received plenty of shameless eye roaming long before Yuma had even left the hotel. Clinging to his torso was a striped, red and white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and sitting atop that was an opened, sleeveless white vest.

'What, did they let me in cause they liked how I looked? Pft. No way. That's crazy. Maybe they just don't card people or something.'

He took a few steps inside as his hand unconsciously reached up to clench a golden necklace he was wearing around his neck. The strangely shaped artifact was an old family heirloom passed down to him from his father and Yuma very rarely ever took it off. It was probably one of his most prized possessions and he would sooner hand over his dueling deck than allow someone to take the necklace away from him. Having it around made him feel calmer when he was nervous and gave him hope when he had none. Holding it like he was had become such a habit that it was as automatic as breathing.

And with Mist lurking somewhere nearby (if he had even shown up, that is), Yuma needed all the reassurance and hope he could get.

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"I hate you."

"I know."

"You're despicable."

"I know."

"I cannot believe I am related to someone so annoyingly crass."

"I know."

"And you're a godforsaken cheater."

Mist finally lost his battle with keeping his laughter in check. His lips curled into a wide grin as he doubled over the bar counter, his shoulders shaking under the weight insane giggling. It was that type of laughter that started off silently and then gradually built up until it exploded from its host with a breathless gasp. The noise earned him an annoyed eye roll from Astral (who was sitting to his left giving him a nasty glare) and a slow head shake from the bartender (who sometimes wondered why he ever got involved with these siblings), but otherwise went unnoticed due to the pumping rhythm of the background music and entertainment going on all around them.

"You are so fucking cute when you're pissed off." Mist finally replied through his laughter. He leaned back in his seat and took hold of the margarita glass he had sitting in front of him. "I swear to God, Astral…"

After taking a moment to rein in his giggles and get himself under control, his grin twisted into an amused smirk as he took a sip from his glass. He turned towards his sulking brother and the smirk stretched a little more. He leaned over in his seat and pinned Astral with a smug gaze that just oozed an overly accomplished gleam.

"Just because I happen to know where all your little ticklish spots are located, that automatically makes me a cheater? I didn't know you were such a sore loser, dear brother~"

Astral sent Mist the most scathing of glares he could conjure up and promptly shoved the younger away from him. The blue-haired sibling turned back to his untouched drink and huffily folded his arms over the table. He then set his chin in his hand and pointedly kept his gaze away from his devious younger brother.

The blush on his face did not go unnoticed, however.

"Yes. It does." Astral insisted, eyes narrowing even further at a spot on the wall he had chosen to direct his anger at. "And not only did you exploit that knowledge for your own selfish reasons, but you talked Kaito into helping you and I hate you both."

Mist chuckled and he swirled the bright pink contents in his glass around a bit. The drink was a house special the bartender continually referred to as "Pink Panties". It was basically just pink lemonade blended with vodka and ice, but the way Thomas (the bartender that sometimes worked here) made it taste, fuck. It made him shiver and want to curl into himself with a delighted moan.

If Mist could have sex with a drink, it would definitely be this one.

"Aw, big brother, don't be like that." he said with an air of concern he couldn't quite make sound sincere. He took a quick sip of his ridiculously pink cocktail before pressing onward with a wave of his hand. "And Kaito was under orders to drag you here, too, you know? We had similar goals. You should just get over it and enjoy yourself."

"Go choke on a dick."

Mist cocked an eyebrow up at that and whistled at the vulgarity that dropped from his brother's normally so clean tongue. It was a very rare occurrence for Astral to use any kind of profanity, much less a phrase like that. He really was mad this time, wasn't he?

"And here I thought you didn't know phrases like that. Am I rubbing off on you finally~?"

Astral didn't dignify it with an answer. Rather, his cheeks puffed out a little and he stubbornly looked everywhere but at his brother.

Mist pouted.

"Astral, seriously, how long are you going to be angry with me?" he asked, eyebrows furrowing. While he did enjoy being a nuisance and getting under Astral's skin, he didn't like being ignored by him like this. It made him feel a bit guilty. "Astral."

The elder of the two still refused to look at him and that turned Mist's pout into a frown.

Well, this was fucking fabulous. How was he going to get back on Astral's good side again this time?

Mist twisted around on his bar stool and leaned back against the counter. He let out a quiet, rather agitated sigh as his eyes narrowed at nothing in particular. He swirled the contents of his drink around and let his gaze idly roam the inhabitants of the room.

'This night isn't going as planned.' he mused to himself. He took another sip of his drink and let out a low growl. 'Astral is pissed at me, the DJ is playing my jam and I can't fucking enjoy it, and my little date is—'

His previously irritated amber gaze suddenly filled up with delight as a wandering figure decked out in red and black managed to catch his eye. Mist let out a rolling purr, his lips curling into a smirk as he crossed one leg over the other and set his free hand against his elbow. He took a slow sip of his drink and chuckled to himself.

If Astral noticed his sudden change in demeanor, he didn't say anything.

'-here~'

Mist didn't move from his spot and merely kept a burning gaze on Yuma as the teen aimlessly wandered around, no doubt in search of Mist himself. It didn't take long for Yuma to notice him and Mist ate up the slight shiver he noticed run through Yuma's body.

And damn. Those legs.

'Oh, fuck me. If things with Astral don't work out, I'll gladly take him.' he thought, smirk widening a bit at a blush that fluttered across Yuma's cheeks. 'I want those legs around me. Oooh, I bet he makes cute faces. Damn it, but my priorities…Astral comes first. Cutie is off-limits. Remember that.'

He sent Yuma a little wave before beckoning the teen to come over with a curl of his fingers and a suggestive lick against the rim of his margarita glass. It had the desired effect. Yuma's face turned ten shades of red before he worked up the nerve to make himself move and Mist just sat there with a smug grin, lightly sipping at his pink slush.

This was going to be a very interesting night.

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Serena: Thomas the bartender? I'll just ruin it for you now by saying that, yes, it is IV. First person I thought of really. I ended up giving this story more background plot than I intended. So, I actually have even less of an idea as to how long this story will be now. Can't say whether I'll use any of it or not, but I'm just putting this out there as an FYI, in case stuff comes up later. And it just might. Don't know yet. Anyway, I guess it doesn't really matter how long this will be. It'll end when it ends, yeah? Anyway, that's all for now. Till next time, everyone~! Oh yeah. The "Saiyan" thing. It's a DBZ reference. lol