AN: Oh, I made such an awful piece before, since I was physically ill when writing it. I apologize for such a major inconvenience. Please do reread previous chapter, if it's not so much pain in your nice booties ;) *swear I'm no pervert!*

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Chapter 10: Kids These Days

A bunch of clearly out of shape teenagers, now clad in elegant attires so they could blend in to the crowd, entered a flashy building, where they would gamble their life to get the money for settling their coach's debt. Despite the gruelling forty days of training with their hell-based commander, the boys were eager to finish their task off and ready to head back to Japan as soon as fate allowed.

The blonde thug in suit dragged his drunkard coach to the Blackjack table, eyeing a familiar silver-haired middle-aged businessman. Plastering his smug fanged grin, the older suave man smirked at his arrival, before talking to his red-haired female companion.

"Red, 21, all of it." Hiruma placed his bet in no doubt. Doburoku's jaw dropped unattractively, confusion and weariness clear on his face, not sure if it's a good stake. Nodding his head tentatively, he resigned his fate in devil's hand. However, soon he rejoiced in victory for winning money, more than enough to pay his debt back and for the Devil Bats' return tickets. Catching sight of a retreating pair, Hiruma briskly followed them after into a more secluded area, inside a royally higher class of lounge.

"How could you betray my old, frail soul, my little Kagome?" Toga Taishō whined pitifully, feigning a morose look.

Fiddling with the hem of her pretty little black dress, she frowned yet attractively. "You know I faithfully support his dream, Papa." The girl already put her fake concealments off, mercilessly baring her charm and being a sight for sore eyes. Seeing her disarming pledged look no puppies could ever match, Toga sighed accordingly.

"KEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKE! Thank's for the treat, fucking Old Geezer." He grumbled at the insolent brat who obnoxiously plopping his puny ass down beside his favorite girl, while he sat across them. "Looking damn good as always, Kagome," Hiruma made his eyes appreciatefully at the now raven haired girl.

"Mama Izayoi wants me to be the first to wear her latest collection." She donned her signature smile.

"Tsk. You bet your fucking great ass she didn't make you as a plug for her line of fashion business." Snorting sarcastically, he revelled in her pleasant giggles, before making a serious face toward his dear uncle. "You've heard it from fucking Iceberg, haven't you? So what's your say?"

Kagome blinked, certainly confused and not knowing at the sudden turn of subject. She looked at her friend and her father figure back and forth. He sipped his drink contently before turning his face to reply his nephew.

"Go ahead, I'm looking forward to the end." Toga shot the younger male a knowing smile with mischievous eyes. Hiruma, however, made a confident grin on his face and cackled.

"YA-HA! Now there's no backing off, fucking Old Geezer. Tell that to fucking Iceberg as well!" He stood up, taking Kagome in his arm. "Now excuse us, 'cause this fucking dollface and I will have our painfully long awaited date." He prompted toward the exit door before turning his head one last time, "You'd better not be tailing us, dear Uncle. Check your cell for fucking Auntie will soon beat your ass up, who knows you'll take much detour here. Kekekekekeke."

Recognizing the change of his sugar-coated yet lethal manner, the older Japanese tycoon visibly blanched, sensing his impending doom at hand thank's to none other than his scheming asshole of nephew.

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AAN: Everyone knows a nice Hiruma is never a good sign, right?