Mwahahahaha! I've almost updated all my stories now, even the ones on hold! Yay me.

Now watch me have writers block for like three centuries and not be able to churn out a dang thing... -_-

ANYWAY!

Hope you enjoy. Comments appreciated!

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The guest introduced himself and Nakagawa-san to Kuroko and Akihito before gesturing for them to follow him. They did.

"Have you danced before?" Nakagawa-san suddenly asked with a disinterested tone of voice.

"No sir." Kuroko and Akihito answered. Since Nakagawa-san hadn't specified what kind, it seemed the safest answer.

"Handled a drug deal?"

"No sir."

"Seen someone dance or handle a drug deal?"

"Yes sir."

Nakagawa-san turned around and studied them with an almost amused expression. "Never done it but seen it? Hmm. I knew there was something different about you two!" The man concluded cheerily. Kuroko thought he sounded a bit like an annoying blond he used to know.

"Different…" Akihito repeated before reminding himself of the situation. They expected to be slapped, but the rather unique man only nodded.

"Different!" He exclaimed cheerily again. "You're different from the other boys here. Ya got spunk."

"Spunk…." Akihito repeated with a questioning look.

"Spunk." Nakagawa confirmed and turned around to continue down the hallway. The three stopped at a door on the right. It was one of the rooms used for beatings and the two boys gulped and tensed. Nakagawa opened the door and walked inside, gesturing for the two to follow. Nervously, they did as they were told. They wondered if they were going to get beaten, but Nakagawa simply threw them both a set of clothes and ordered them to change.

Akihito's changed into a fitted black top cut just above the belly button and a pair of skinny black capri jeans. It was a bit more revealing that what he usually wore, but otherwise nice. Kuroko's clothes were less revealing consisting of a dark grey hoodie and black jeans. When they finished changing, Nakagawa fitted both of them with ankle bands.

"Trackers." He explained. "In case you try to run away. They can't be removed by anyone other than me. They have two other functions too. A tasser is imbedded which will administer a non-lethal shock if you try to run or disobey orders. If necessary, there is a needle inside the band that will inject you with a lethal dose of a special drug. Don't worry though. It's perfectly safe. It won't activate unless I make it." He smiled almost warmly. "Any questions?"

Kuroko and Akihito shook their heads.

"Good. Then let me explain what's going on." Nakagawa pulled a chair out and took a seat. "As I said, I'm Nakagawa. I run the floor upstairs which is where you two just landed jobs. You," He pointed to Akihito, "will work the floor as a server and dancer. Don't worry, you don't need any experience. You'll catch the hang of it quickly and if you don't, you'll simply be disposed of." Nakagawa shrugged as if being disposed of was no big deal before turning to Kuroko. "You will be handling deals on the floor. By deals, I mean drug deals. You'll start with the deals made in house and if all goes well and you aren't disposed of, you'll move to deals outside. You're hard to notice so you're the perfect man for the job naturally. I don't think you'll have a problem as long as you don't try anything funny. Understand?"

"Hai." Both boys replied.

"Excellent. Then follow me and we will get you started!" Nakagawa clapped his hands and stood. He led the bluenette and blond out of the room and up several flights of stairs to the main floor where he introduced them to their "boss's" and showed them around.

Misaki stared in horror for several minutes before finally outstretching a hand to rest on Ayase's wrist. The blond looked like hardly more than a corpse, but he had a pulse.

"Aya?" Misaki whispered as he moved closer to Ayase's face. "Ayase?"

There was no response, but that wasn't surprising. Misaki took Ayase's arms and dragged him one of the rooms vacant corners before looking the boy over. Ayase's body was littered with bruises and welts and the inside of his elbows were filled with tiny bruises from countless needles. Misaki didn't even want to know how much they pumped into the kid, but it was probably a lot. With a trembling sigh, he pulled Ayase close and held him tightly as if to defend him from the cold air and vacant glares from their cell mates.

"Please come back soon….Aki… Tetsu…please…" He pleaded quietly before letting his eyes close and his mind drift to a better place.

Two days after the group met Shinra, the device was implanted into Izaya's head and they were all gathered in the underground doctors apartment again.

"So how do you plan to get caught? I doubt they are advertising for employment or something obvious." Kanou asked between sips of coffee.

Izaya grinned. "I'll get caught the same way your lovers did."

"And how is that?" Usami glared skeptically at the smaller man.

"By responding to their trap."

"And what is their trap? You never mentioned a trap." Asami accused with a dangerous tone.

With a sigh, Izaya explained calmly. "The traffickers stage an attack in the dark back alleys and other areas without much protection from the law then wait for some idiot to come along and either try to stop them or somehow get involved in the mess. At least, that's how your lovers and my sister were taken. They use other less risky methods as well, but this is the easiest one for us to make use of. I've already made a map of the last several locations used and determined where the next several staged attacks will occur according to the patter. Of course, I have information to back it up as well." He paused to lay out a map and pointed at a dot with a confident smirk. "There's one tomorrow night. It's the most sure way to slip in without getting caught."

"And you are sure this will work?" Akashi asked skeptically as he looked over the map.

"As sure as anyone can be about such things."

Asami nodded and moved the briefcase he brought with him to the table before standing. "I leave it to you."

"Of course." Izaya nodded and opened the case to check the contents. Satisfied, he nodded again and Asami left. The others followed the same procedure and took their leave.

Shizuo stepped out of the corner where he had been watching and Shinra and Celty handed the blond and raven-haired man cups of coffee before sitting down.

"Are you absolutely sure about this Izaya? They could kill you."

"I'm sure Shinra."

"Killing him is my job." Shizuo huffed even though he was already cuddling with his 'flea'.

Izaya chuckled at his antics. "You know you love me Shizu-chan."

"And I still reserve the sole right to kill you. So don't you dare let those bastards take that right away from me." The blond growled and Kissed Izaya's lips.

[Get a room you two.] Celty typed and the group laughed.

Once the laughter died down, Izaya scooted away from Shizuo and sat up straight with an air of complete seriousness. "I would love to get a room, but we have some last minute details to work out, right Shinra."

"I'm still not comfortable with this, but yes." The doctor replied.

"Then lets hurry up. I have things I want to do before I go to hell ya know."

Shinra nodded. "Let's."