I figured since I technically updated today (albeit at like 2AM), I would wait for tomorrow to keep the daily flow going...

But I just couldn't. So expect another one late, late tonight again.

Disclaimer: I think this'll be the last one I put in, simply because we all know I don't own anything.


Chapter 7

Luka tried understanding the man making hand gestures and yelling to the heavens, but could only catch very few words, his eyes wide and voice loud enough for people to hear him. "Um, I don't... I..." Luka struggled to come up with something to say, but the only Korean she knew were my name is and hello. So she simply bowed to him and left, looking around for more people

This happened a lot until she bumped into a man who actually knew a little Japanese, enough to point into a flashy looking building where business people were walking in and out, as if it was some sort of factory line. The sun was high in the sky and Luka wiped her forehead, the wig scratching her skin from the movement.

The doors opened automatically, and once Luka walked in she was astounded by how silent it was. There were the regular slots and poker tables, but almost everyone was heading to the back, where a black curtain was being opened and closed to allow a certain number in. Curious, Luka approached the curtain, her outfit completely standing out from all the black and blue, but somehow she found herself up front with her hand stuck on the heavy cloth, frozen from the pop music escaping the room.

A harsh shove sent her stumbling inside, falling face first onto the hard black tiled floor, gaining everyone's attention. From what she could see, there were tables lined up everywhere, people enjoying the afternoon with drinks from the pretty large bar set off to the side and an unused stage with a bright red curtain hiding whatever was behind it. Luka stood up, not wanting to flash anyone who was walking in and took a look around.

It was dim inside with a disco ball hanging from the ceiling, sparkles of light dancing across the walls, speakers on every corner of the room and filling up any sort of silence they would've had to sit in. The first thing she did to settle her nerves was buy a drink, but then forgot she didn't exchange any of her money, so she sat with nothing by her as she watched a few people go up on stage to try to entertain the guests, but ended up flopping minutes in. Then Luka remembered she was supposed to sing and try bring people out that she recognized.

Gulping, she stood from her seat and asked (rather demonstrated) the bartender to take care of her bag, going to the steps to start a song, looking over to the rather dusty looking karaoke machine, and tugged it over to her side, going through songs she didn't know and tracks she didn't recognize, her face reddening at the feeling of everyone staring at her, their blank stares a little intimidating. Her finger accidentally slipped, and suddenly her mouth started moving from how fast the lyrics popped up on the screen hanging right behind the disco ball, facing her perfectly.

However, once the chorus came she had no idea how to pronounce the supposed singer's name and had to improvise to make sense, even if the song was in a language she could finally understand.

Luka Luka Night Fever!
Dance to the popping rhythms,
and forget anything and everything unpleasant.
Luka Luka Night Fever!
Since I'm right here with you,
looking away even for just a second is bad bad!

Somehow she was able to sing it without a mistake, adding in a few dance moves she thought she would go well, but inside she was freaking out, her eyes darting from person to person and hoping someone in the now energetic crowd would react the way she wanted. Seeing nothing, she continued to sing and sometimes dance, her black wig brushing against her back, flying all over the place. She really hoped it wouldn't come off, but seeing as she did twirls and it stayed intact Luka's concern started to diminish until she saw a familiar looking face waltz in from the back room, making her stumble a bit.

Red orange eyes glanced at her with a smirk while nodding her head to the music, and she walked to the bar casually, sitting with a shrug. Luka wanted to run and expose herself and take her down, but of course she couldn't cause a ruckus when it was only daytime.

Luka Luka Night Fever!
Dance to the popping rhythms,
and forget anything and everything unpleasant.
Luka Luka Night Fever!
Since I'm right here with you,
looking away even for just a second is bad bad!

She could hear the song starting to end so looking back over to the crowd, she jumped a little and pointed at them with a shaking finger, winking.

Dame dame yo!

The crowd went crazy with applause, smiling brightly at her for bringing them something entertaining to listen to, and Luka blushed, bowing awkwardly before running off the stage, thanking the bartender for holding her things with her, then was about to leave when a hand grabbed her wrist, the blue-haired woman staring into her eyes.

"Come with me to the back?" she asked, glancing to Luka's chest with a pretty perverted glint in her eyes. Luka had to keep her act together, and tilted her head in confusion, acting like she didn't know what she was saying, until the grip got tighter, and she was pulled along with her, her drink gulped in an instant.

Looking up to the ceiling, Luka gulped, hoping her cover wasn't blown when they entered a dark hallway, the only room with a light on being passed, inside a woman with shoulder-length red hair dressing with a fancy black dress, looking back at them for a split second to gaze at Luka in confusion. Her thoughts were stopped when an arm wrapped around her waist followed by a shiver when her back was pressed against the cold wall, the back of her head pressing against it as well.

Bright red orange eyes gazed into hers, making Luka bite the inside of her cheeks. She wanted to desperately take off her wig and get everything over with, but she had to keep the act up in case more of her men were hiding in the closed rooms. "What is a beauty like you doing in a dump like this?" the woman asked, her hands trapping Luka in her spot, forcing her to look into her eyes, even when she tried averting them. Doing anything but what she was supposed to do felt absolutely wrong, as if she'd be caught in a split second, so she shrugged, a small smile overcoming her features despite her not wanting it to.

"I just wanted to take a trip..." she stumbled out, pretending to be a little flustered. By no means was this woman ugly, and she was actually quite the beauty, but if she hadn't been a criminal and if Luka could've gotten over her feelings for Miku, she might have been attracted to her. She tore her thoughts away from wandering to Miku and what she was doing to look shyly up at her, causing red to appear on her cheeks.

The woman coughed, stepping away and crossing her arms, glancing to the right where they had seen the redhead, and grabbed her wrist, dragging her away to a dark room she assumed was someone's dressing room, and Luka felt her heart stop, having no weapons or things to use for defense. Her skin went cold at the feel of a bed at her knees, and the woman's face was in the crook of her neck, "You understand what this place is, right?"

"N... no?" Luka weakly said, her hands frozen at her sides but ready to strike. All knowledge she learned about hand-to-hand combat was filling her mind, trying to find the right moment to be sly enough to make a move and capture their culprit. When she felt her arm lifting by force, she brought her palm up to strike, sending the woman's head to the side with a loud smack. Since it was dark, she tore off her wig and threw it to the side, but winced when a fist came flying over to her cheek, her lip splitting a little.

Luka grabbed her arm and spun backwards, kneeing her legs to force her on the ground, taking out handcuffs from her bag, "You think running off to another country will stop us from catching you?" She let her go once they were secured on her wrists and leaned down to peer into her eyes. There was nothing swimming in them, until mirth appeared and Luka felt something drip down her arms, her neck stinging.

"You think following us will get you anywhere?" she asked with a smug tone from the ground, smirking at the man standing behind Luka with a knife in hand, looking completely ready to kill. The woman stood with a slight wobble and smacked Luka's forehead with her own, forcing Luka to the floor this time, her foot stomping on her bloody shoulder. Luka looked up, defeat written in her eyes for a few seconds, waiting until they were ready to leave to jump and wrap her arms around the woman's waist, pulling out the gun hidden under her shirt.

The man with his knife screamed, pushing his blade into the air. Luka's hand caught his and stopped him, the other holding the gun pulling the trigger to hit his chest, sending him to the ground, then pressing the muzzle against the woman's temple, dark teal eyes wide and holding no thoughts. She could only imagine what would happen to the others if they weren't careful, but the chuckled when she remembered she literally brought this on herself, throwing the first punch.

Struggling, the two ignored the pounding on the door and wrestled to the ground, Luka trying to find a spot to shoot without killing her, but the gun ended up flying to the other side of the room, and her hands laced together hit underneath Luka's chin, sending her backwards. "You son of a bitch," she hissed, jumping to the gun in time to shoot her legs, grabbing her in a choke hold.

"Why'd you kill him?" she asked, voice quiet. The people at the door still persisted in their pounding, but all she wanted was answers. Getting no sound, she pressed her fingers against the spot between the woman's shoulder and neck, finding her pressure point. "I can knock you unconscious or blow your brains out. Now talk," she demanded, disregarding her position out of fear and anxiety.

A laugh holding no emotion was met with her ears before the woman's head dropped, "I didn't kill him," she sighed, her voice dead and sounding completely defeated. It could've been just the fact her legs were inoperable, but Luka wanted to make it feel a little more dramatic. "He was ready to kill a lot of people, so I got rid of him."

The cries of Kiyoteru and the voice message from Gakupo saying their new suspect said the same made Luka a little too curious, so she stood up, forcing the woman to stand with her even when she couldn't. Grabbing her bag, she made it for the door. "We're going outside, who knows where your gang is..." she said, ready to start a shootout. However, upon opening the door, she found nobody in sight, and hurried out the back so nobody could see them, the bright sun hurting her eyes.

Dropping the woman to the ground, she pointed her gun at her and jumped back, hearing the trash can behind her move, keeping her eyes on both. It seemed the woman didn't know who it was, and gazed lazily in curiosity while Luka was having a stress battle with herself, until teal eyes popped out, drooping bunny ears beginning to cover them.

Luka stared at her with shock, then sighed in relief, "Miku, what are you doing?"

Miku jumped out with a laugh, then stopped when she saw who was on the floor, legs slightly bleeding. "You caught her?!" she yelled, both hands going to her side where a gun was sticking out of her stocking, her eyes turning sharp and serious. Then she gazed up at Luka and regained her usual attitude, gasping and worrying over her cut. "You okay? It doesn't hurt, right? We need to get you to a doctor!"

"Wait, wait, wait!" Luka yelled, pointing to the smirking woman they should've been paying attention to, "Let's deal with her first then worry about ourselves." Miku pouted, but nodded and turned her head toward her.

She frowned and moved herself, alerting the officers standing before her, "Calm down, I'm getting comfortable." Looking at Luka, she tilted her head, "Like I said, he was ready to kill people. So I hired men to get rid of him. In return they'd get the stuff hidden in that room."

Miku got on her knees to peer into the unfazed red orange eyes, her frown indicating she wasn't believing anything, "What do you mean, "he was ready to kill people"? Was he planning something?"

"No," she replied, staring at the building behind them. They never got anything after that, as she literally spread her arms to break the handcuffs, jumped to her feet and knocked them down with a kick, two cars screeching in front of them; one aided her inside and left, while a wave of men poured from the other, holding up bigger and dangerous weapons to their faces.

Holding mere handguns, Luka and Miku looked at each other, then screamed when a gunshot hit the small inch of space between their feet, barely missing. Looking up, Luka could barely see a person wearing all black holding a sniper rifle from the building the woman looked at, and she inwardly cursed, realizing they were in quite the predicament. "Looks like we run straight through it," she said with an uneasy smirk, "I think these costumes are a rental."


Yukari placed yet another drink to the same table, this one being the tenth of theirs each, clearing the other glasses for more she knew they were going to order. "Enjoy," she repeated, her eyebrow twitching when one of the men's hands squeezed her thigh, copping a feel. She was used to people touching her, seeing as she had to deal with countless juveniles and convicts who tried striking at her when she got them a guilty sentence.

He said something she couldn't understand, but she ignored him, walking over to another table to serve someone else, his eyes glued onto her thighs as well. Yukari wondered if she had gained weight, and that was why their eyes never left her lower body; with that thought in mind, she clenched her notepad with a red face, slamming her tray down on the counter with the order, the guy inside jumping from the harsh sound.

"This job isn't easy," he tried saying in Japanese while getting the drink ready, having heard from his manager about someone coming in for a police mission. Yukari shook her head in agreement, dropping her head onto the counter. She thought drunk Japanese men were perverted, but all drunk men were and some just happened to be worse than others.

There were lots of people standing from their seats to leave, and Yukari found it quite odd, but when others shook their heads, yelling about work, she calmed down. The only people left were the drunks, a man working on his laptop and the others playing on the slots. Having nothing to do she wandered around after dropping the drink off, her tray now full of an assortment of things to offer to people. The stench of smoke and old people rubbed her the wrong way, but she endured it to try and enjoy her time before something happened.

"Eh..."

Yukari turned her head to see an astonished Ia with a box of food in hand, staring at her like she was from another planet. Suddenly her self-consciousness decided to kick in and Yukari stepped back with a nervous smile, whereas Ia simply took on forward to follow her, not feeling embarrassed as her eyes took in the sight of Yukari in a bunny suit. "So this is the special work you had to do?" she asked innocently.

"It is, actually," Yukari coughed, turning her face to glare at the slots, then looked at her smugly, "It's a secret mission, so... don't blow it!"

Ia jumped, and saluted her before heading to the place Yukari was supposedly working at to sit and eat, watching her from the corner of her eye. Nodding, Yukari headed to the main floor where more people were gambling when someone screamed, the sound of gunshots ringing in their ears.

Where is it coming from?!

She moved her head everywhere, but could only figure it out once the main doors opened to her, three men reaching into their jackets to shoot where she stood, barely grazing her shoulders when she rolled onto the floor. "Damn it," she hissed, feeling the sting of ripped skin when she touched her shoulder, blood lightly dripping into her clothing. She jumped and looked over to the area Ia sat at, and wanted to yell at her for simply sitting under the table with a face screaming that she was a little entertained by everything. She didn't want to single her out, so she got up and ran, using her tray as a shield to catch the bullets while she headed to the back with everyone in a group, assuring them they'd be fine if they didn't move.

Ia gazed at her in curiosity, and she could only smile a little before cursing when a man started yelling, his sunglasses and black scarf hiding his face. "Get out and I won't shoot everyone in there!" he yelled, slamming his rifle into the alcohol glasses, breaking more than a few. Yukari sighed and did as she was told, holding her hands up seeing as she had no other weapons. The man saw her and grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her with the rifle to her head, "You're coming with us."

Gulping, she nodded, hoping everyone else was safe, which didn't seem like it was. "How did you find out where we were?" she asked, his grip on her wrist too tight for comfort. He scoffed, pulling her harder.

"You really think your driver offered to drive around a bunch of cops?" he asked, his black hair poking out from his hat, black scarf slightly sliding down. "You truly are idiots like he said," he laughed, holding his rifle to his shoulder as if he'd won a battle, but then a tug to her right forced Yukari and him to spin backwards, an elbow separating the two and slamming into his left cheek, gun moving to a new owner, where a calm Ia was standing over him, her foot pressed against his chest.

"What are you doing?!" Yukari yelled, trying to pry her off of him before they got into danger, but with the way Ia was holding the rifle, and her focused expression, she somehow figured out that Ia knew what she was doing. The weapon wasn't small either, so she would have to ask about that later.

A big grin and easy going shot to his chest was her answer, then another one to the man running towards them, killing him instantly. Holding out her free hand, Ia took Yukari's and led her outside, where she pointed across the street, where people and police were running in and out. "I think your friends are in trouble," she simply said, looking around, "These guys are the type who gang up on police cracking down on their "operations" so we have to be careful."

"Ah! There you are, oh my god!" Lily yelled, her wig flying off her head, cheeks stained with red. It seemed she also got into some fighting herself, and she breathed heavily, looking around with a crazed expression on her face, "I... I heard gunshots and people started freaking out and then these guys came in and started shooting and damn I'm tired..." She looked at the weapon Ia was holding and her jaw dropped, "What is that?"

Ia smirked, "It's a gun." She didn't even notice the looks she was giving from how calm she was being, eyes closed and a smile on her face.

It took all her willpower not to reprimand her for being so smart, but Yukari heard more shooting and jumped, taking off before them. Running in heels was never her favorite thing, so she threw them in the middle of the street and heard Lily and Ia follow her, seeing Gumi come from another direction. She sighed in relief, but screamed when their van came rolling by, hitting cars and breaking most of the windows, spinning to stop right to their side.

Lily, the only one wearing pants, brought out her gun and accompanied Ia with pointing them at the person opening the door, but it dropped upon seeing a calm Iroha jump down, looking at them like what she did was the normal thing to do. "What is it?" she asked, surprised when Lily dragged her with them, her grip on her hand so tight their hands turned white.

Yukari wasted no time in jumping into the vehicle to change, not caring if people were watching them from the outside. Everyone but Ia joined in, the pinkette keeping watch for anyone suspicious.

"Okay, so this place is gonna be ridden with this group, I saw a bunch of them enter through the side," Gumi explained, jumping out of the car first. Yukari nodded, feeling a little better she was in normal clothing again, and led them to the space a door used to stand.

"Then we barge in there and help Luka and maybe Miku out," she said, looking inside to see someone keeping watch, but his eyes darting everywhere and not doing a very good job. She was about to order everyone in when Ia walked in, calmly shooting the guy who didn't notice her, looking back with an excited expression. Yukari sighed, dropping her head a little, "Okay... after Ia."

What a huge, huge mess they had gotten themselves into. Who's idea was it to go to South Korea again?

I'm going to kill you when I get back, Gakupo...!


AN

It sounds like it's close to ending, but it's really not. I'm growing attached to everyone now to let it end this soon. Oh, for Luka Luka Night Fever, I chose English lyrics because two chunks of romaji just didn't look right...

Thanks for reading, guys! I can't believe so many people are following this now. Even the shadow readers! O: