The first thing Piko did after telling me the plan for tonight, was promptly kick me out of his room. Keeping to character and doing so harshly, and leaving a slight bruise on my left arm.
"Now, if we're doing this, I have to get dressed." He paused for a moment as his eyes scanned me up and down. "And so do you. Go back to your room and try and find something to wear that doesn't make you look like jailbait, alright?" He declared, shutting his door in my face before I even had time to protest. Not that that stopped me from grumbling anyway, though.
"What even is 'jailbait'?" I mutter to myself, as I rub my arm and head across the hall to my room. "And what exactly does he expect me to wear?"
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20 minutes. I'd been standing in my room, staring at my closet for 20 minutes. 20 minutes too long, I realized, as Piko suddenly comes barging in suddenly, voicing his irritation.
"Damn, banana brain, what is taking you so long?"
I turn, completely ready to roast him for not explaining anything to me properly, but my retort catches in my throat, and my eyes widen, to what I'm sure is a comical size. Piko looks…..different, to say the least. He's wearing a form-fitting white button up shirt, purposefully having left the top two buttons undone, giving a glimpse at the milky skin of his chest. My eyes trailed downward of their own accord, appreciatively noting the black skinny jeans that hugged Piko's thighs and holy shit, his ass looks amazing. I jolt suddenly, as I comprehend my last thought, desperately averting my eyes from the distracting pants, only to have them land on his hair, which has been purposefully ruffled up, making him look utterly flawless. And like he just had a sex marathon, but mostly flawless.
Piko smirked at me, raising an eyebrow.
"Oi, Bakagamine, my eyes are up here, not on my ass."
Shitshitshitshitshit. I could physically feel my face become red, as I whipped my head away from Piko, to stare once more at my closet.
"Shut the fuck up, Utatane. When you said 'get dressed,' I didn't think you meant like….like that." I retort, waving one of my hands at him.
"Like what, exactly?" He teased. "Getting dressed for a club typically means making yourself look hot as hell itself, you dipshit. Which is something you definitely don't look like right now."
Frowning, I glance down at my normal clothes.
"What's wrong with how I look?" I question, trying not to sound hurt.
Piko looked over me once more. "Nothing, really. But like I said, we're going clubbing. We have to make you look like….well, not a virgin, I guess?" He offered, and then sighed. "Here, let me help you."
Piko made his way over to my closet and began shuffling through the clothes, mumbling a bunch of criticism as he did. Eventually he just shook his head, and grabbed my arm, gently this time, before leading me back over to his room. "Seriously, how do you not have anything that's even remotely slutty? What happened to all those outfits from songs you've sung? Ah, nevermind. I have some things you can wear."
"Hey…" I mumbled, bowing my head. "I'm- I'm not a virgin." I knew this was a lie, but I felt like I had to somehow prove myself to Piko.
He spun around on his heel to face me, raising his brow. "You? Getting action around here? Sure, I totally believe you, 100 percent." He turned back around, but then glanced back at me again. "Sorry. That was mean. It's okay if you are. No big deal." He gave a small smile, and I must admit I was a bit shocked. I think this is the first time Piko has actually apologized to me.
"Still, the point is make you look like you're definitely not one." Piko guided me towards the bed, and had me sit down, before he went over to his own closet and began digging through it, tossing a couple of shirts my way after a few minutes, before he began rooting through his dresser. "Try those on while I look for some pants you can wear." He ordered, although not unkindly.
Glancing down at the shirts, I feel my face heat up once more.
"W-wait...you want me to wear one of these?" I question, holding up a shirt that's clearly
two sizes too small for me.
Piko laughs, and simply nods. "Yeah, why not? I mean, you've got some muscles under that sailor shirt, it's practically a crime to not show them off once in awhile, Kagamine."
My blush darkens and I cough awkwardly, looking anywhere but at Piko while I change into the black shirt, feeling it stretch over my chest. Stealing a peek at myself in the mirror on the back of Piko's door, I'm about to protest the shirt once more, but a sudden realization diverts my thoughts entirely. That was the first time Piko ever called me by my real name. Not some rude nickname.
Suddenly a pair of jeans hits me in the face, and all I can hear is Piko laughing from the corner. I guess it was an accident, because he's still an asshole. A sexy asshole, my brain supplies, and I scowl.
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One super sneaky trip outside, and over the wall later, I was talking freely with Piko, wearing the tight clothes Piko had picked out for me, and a little of something Piko called "eyeliner," that he said made my eyes look hot. It was a weird feeling, but I kind of liked it.
"So, how exactly does clubbing relate to love?" I questioned, having thought on it, but not having come up with an answer.
Piko just shrugged before saying "It doesn't really. Well, it doesn't directly, is more what I mean. Clubbing is really just a social event where humans can hook up or just dance and hang out. But it's fairly likely you can meet some couples there to observe, and see the more steamy side of love. It's not like I was just going to throw you into some speed dating event to answer your questions about love, you know."
"Wait, what's 'speed dating?'"
There was a brief moment of silence, before Piko laughed quietly to himself.
"Maybe I will just throw you to the metaphorical wolves of dating."
"Metaphorical what…?"
"Nevermind, Kagamine. Just shut up and walk with me. Were almost to the club."
Strobe Light, the aforementioned club, was a pretty seedy looking place. The walls were cracked in multiple places outside, leaving enough space for vines to grow and crawl into. A man with flaming red hair that was dressed in all black hovered near the doorway, below the neon pink sign, sporting the club's name. He seemed to have a permanent frown on his face, and he loomed above the two of us as we approached. Piko, however, didn't seem to be fazed in the slightest, and practically skipped over to him.
"Yo! Sekihan, how've you been, man?" Piko asked the strange man, lightly bumping him on the arm. "It's been forever since I last saw you!"
The redhead glanced at Piko, and smiled softly before the two struck up a simple conversation, which ended with Piko and I getting into the club without having any form of IDs.
"How do you even know that guy? And why are we just allowed in here? We're practically babies, we don't look anywhere near twenty one." I questioned Piko, slightly concerned, as I wondered about this possible second life he was living outside of Master's home. Our home.
However, he simply shrugged, before giving me a signature smirk. "It pays to have friends in sleazy places, kid."
I just stared at him for a moment, expecting him to elaborate and give me a real answer, but he didn't. So I just examined my new surroundings instead. The club, on the inside, didn't look nearly as bad as it did outside. Sure, the beige paint on the walls was beginning to peel in a couple of places, but overall it felt very comfortable. No weird stains on the carpet, and no crazy lights like I had been expecting. The music, however, was blaring, and the lights were dimmed, making the whole place seem kind of like a stage.
"Alright, ground rules, Kagamine." Piko began suddenly, turning to face me. "No buying any drinks unless I'm with you, definetly no buying strong drinks, because I am not carrying a drunken idiot home with me, and no leaving any drink you may get unattended. Because not all people are good, and I'm not letting you get roofied. Understood?"
I looked at Piko confused. "What does 'roofied' mean? And by strong drinks, do you mean like alcohol? Like the stuff Meiko drinks?"
Piko stared at me blankly for a moment. "You really don't know much about these types of things, do you?"
I made an indignant noise, ready to argue about how of course I didn't know this stuff. I'm not the one sneaking out of the house, but he interrupted me by dragging me over to the bar on the right side of the dance floor.
"Yes, strong drinks are alcohol, but on second thought, you should just get a water or something like that if you get thirsty." He mumbled. "Better safe, than sorry."
"Okay...But then, why did you bring me over to the bar?"
He paused for a moment, thinking. "I don't know. It seemed better than just leaving you standing in the doorway. Besides, over here I can scope out people to observe with you." He pauses again. "That sounds so fucking creepy to say out loud. You better appreciate me here, Kagamine."
I just snort at him, before grabbing a seat at the bar nearby, and turning to watch all the people on the dance floor rubbing up against each other. Piko, however, surprises me by pulling out a twenty dollar bill and ordering himself something called a "Margarita."
"Where did you get that money?" I asked incredulously. "Master never gives us any."
He rolls his eyes. "Right you are, captain obvious." He snarks. "I stole it from his room, relax."
Instantly I began panicking. "But what if he notices! You could get us both in trouble!" I hiss.
"Kagamine, look, we all live in a mansion. A fucking mansion. The prick is loaded. He's not going to notice if twenty dollars goes missing, especially not when his prized pets make more and more money everyday." He retorts, bitterly, making me look over at him, puzzled. Why was he so angry?
He appears to notice my confusion, but rather than explain, he just frowns, and downs the remainder of his drink, avoiding my eyes as he rises to his feet. "Nevermind, Kagamine. The point of going clubbing is to let go and dance, so I'm going to go do that. You can do whatever the hell you want."
"Wait! What if I want to dance too?" I hiss out, annoyed at his sudden, and uncalled for malice.
"Then dance, you idiot."
Letting out an irritated huff, I let my eyes scan over the various people on the dance floor once more. "I don't know how to dance, okay? Or, at least, not like these people are." I mutter out defensively.
"Dude, it's dirty dancing. All you really do is rub your crotch against your dance partner, it's not hard at all….well, some things might be, but that's not really….nevermind. Just come here." Piko gently grabs my wrist and leads a protesting me to the dancefloor. "I'll show you how it's done."
Next thing I know, Piko releases my wrist, and instead let's his arms slide lower to wrap loosely around my waist, making my face heat up yet again.
"W-what are you doing!?" I question, heart pounding in my chest, as my eyes meet Piko's, and I see him cringe slightly.
"I told you, I was going to teach you how to dirty dance….Unless you want me to stop?" He finishes, giving me a choice in the matter, as he removes his hands from me entirely so I can decide.
"No...I want you teach me." I state after a couple moments of thought. "What do I do?"
Piko smiles softly at me, catching me off guard, as it seems to be one of his extremely rare, genuine, smiles, before he wraps his arms around my waist once more.
"Alright, first, wrap your arms around my shoulders, not too tightly, just enough that it feels comfortable. Then all you really have to do is dance super close to me. Sway your hips with the music, and just let go." He explained, as he lead me into the dance. We started off slow, as I took my time getting used to the feeling, but soon enough we were grinding along to the beat, like everyone else in the club.
It was magical.
I'd never really been this close to Piko before, yet here we were, with the beat pumping, lights flashing genty, and bodies pressed tightly together, as the music overtook us. There was nothing that could've ruined this moment.
Well, except maybe five scantily clad girls that kept making seductive faces at Piko before they came over and practically dragged him away from me. Not that he seemed to care, as he just winked at me, and told me I was free to do whatever I wanted while he began dancing with pretty much everyone but me. The asshole. In a matter of minutes, he'd become the center of attention in the club. It looked like everyone wanted to grind on him, and quite frankly, I was jealous. He should've just stayed with me. What was I supposed to do now? It's not like I could just go back on my love hunt, and go up to random couples in the club and ask them about love when they were all too focused on Piko and his ass. His damn sexy ass. Fuck. No, I mean his dumb ass. Not sexy ass. Goddammit Len, stop staring at his ass and thinking weird things!
My internal argument was interrupted by a tap on my shoulder, and I turned to face a man I hadn't seen before. He towered over me by roughly two feet, and he looked ragged, black hair sweaty and covering up his eyes as he swayed unsteadily on his feet. Not to mention his breath smelled like death itself. It had the same burning acidic quality that Piko's held after drinking the bloody mary at the bar, but multiplied twenty times over. It practically stung my face and nose.
"Hey, pretty boy~" The man slurred, swinging an arm around my shoulder, that I shrugged off in disgust. "You here alone?"
I shake my head and gesture towards Piko. "Well, no, not really." I reply weakly, just wanting this man to go away already. He set my nerves on high alert, and all I wanted to do at the moment was run away.
"D'you wanna get outta here, baby~?" He drunkenly questioned, as he gripped my wrist tightly, enough so that I knew it'd be bruised in the morning.
"Hey-! No! Let go of me, I don't want to go anywhere!" I protested loudly, struggling to free my wrist, but to no avail as my heart hammered in my chest while I began panicking in earnest, doubling my efforts to get away from the man. Afraid, I wasted no time in beginning to scream Piko's name into the crowd, begging for help.
"Hey baby~ C'mon, it'll be fun~ Howsa bout' a kiss?" The creep asked, leaning down, and getting far too close to my face for comfort, as another wave of his sour breath hit my face. I pulled away from the man as far as I could, before once more shouting at the top of my lungs. "PIKO!"
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My head jolted up, as I accidentally interrupted the rather heated dance I was getting into with one of the girls that had pried me away from Len. Had someone just screamed my name? I glanced around the club, confused, and I pardoned myself from the woman and began making a slow journey off the dance floor. Speaking of Len, I hadn't seen the ray of fucking sunshine in a while, and to be entirely honest I had begun to panic when I first realized I couldn't see him anymore. Seedy bars aren't the best place to lose someone. Tons of worst case scenarios began playing through my head.
My gut seemed to tell me to check the back of the club first, because that was the darkest area, and the easiest place to take advantage of someone. I was naturally assuming the worst, but still hoping for the best. Maybe he was just in the bathroom, I don't know. I bumped shoulders with other clubbers, avoiding their grabby hands expertly, searching to the point that I almost gave up until a glimpse of blonde hair caught my eye. My fears were founded, it seemed, as a clearly inebriated man was bent over Len, attempted to force a kiss on him.
To say I was angry would be the understatement of the century. I was enraged. Without even thinking, I rushed forward, and ripped the man off of Len, not giving him a moment to think before I swung my right leg up, and smashed my foot squarely into his balls with every bit of force I could've. The creep fell to the floor with an agonized groan, but I held no empathy for him. Red stained my vision as I crouched down, and began slamming my fists into his face, not stopping even when I felt blood start to coat my knuckles. How dare he? Drunk or not, no one had the right to prey on someone else. And no one had the right to touch Len!
I didn't even register it when I felt someone drag me off of the man and haul me outside, where the cold evening air bit at my skin. It took a couple moment, and a couple deep breaths before I noticed Sekihan watching me uneasily, with Len standing by my side.
"You should probably stay away from here for a little while, kid." Sekihan merely stated, not scolding me like I'd expected after my rampage.
It took me a little bit to finally clear my head enough to respond. "Yeah….Yeah, that seems fair. Thanks, I guess." I finished lamely, before turning my attention back to Len. "Are you alright, dude?"
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"Are you alright, dude?"
I couldn't help but laugh at the question. It wasn't funny, but it felt almost absurd. In such a short amount of time I had been assaulted, and Piko had lost his damn mind and nearly killed a man. No, I wasn't fine. But he wasn't either, so what right did he have to ask me that?
"No. Are you? You scared me there, Utatane." I replied, honestly.
There was a moment of silence, before he answered, his voice quiet. "No. I don't think I am, either. We should….Probably be getting home, though, huh?"
"Yeah, probably." Was all I could muster up as a response.
Another silence, as we both began trekking home.
"I'm sorry. This night didn't really go according to plan at all." Piko spoke up, eventually, his voice still quiet.
I let myself think for a moment. "It's okay, I guess. You saved me before anything extremely bad happened. And tonight wasn't all bad." He glanced at me, a look of disbelief clearly displayed on his face. "I mean, I got to dance with you, after all."
Holy hell, I don't think I've written anything nearly as long before, even with BB's help…..Anyhow, here's chapter six. BB and I decided to change the scenario a bit, as we were super immature as middle schoolers, and some things we'd written aren't okay at all, so it's safe to say that things in the future of the story will change a bit as well. Anyhow, it'd be super great if anyone reading this could leave a review to let us know how we're doing on the whole revamping thing. But you don't have to, of course. Also, milky Piko is now a thing, I guess. -A