A/N: OMG! Thank you all so much for the reading and reviewing! You people are amazing! So, without further ado, here is chapter 10!
Izzy was the first to come down. She was in a green tank top with sparkle-y sheer overlay around the shoulders and low rise blue jeans and heels that she couldn't possibly keep on the whole night that were the same color as her top. A step behind her was Akira in a long sleeved knit top with a swirling silver design and black form fitting jeans. Finishing the trio was Hikaru, sporting an off the shoulder black satin top and low rise black pants with side pockets...full of tiny weapons (not that the guys knew that, but her sisters did…she wouldn't leave home without them…).
A few moments later, Amaya followed suite, in what was quite possibly the skimpiest outfit that any of the men had seen in their lives. She had on a skin-tight, black leather mini skirt. No, not mini skirt, there was not enough fabric for it to make the classification. What she actually had were two small pieces of leather, help to her ass with tiny black cords that laced down both sides. Her figure was further complimented by a small black handkerchief halter top, being held by cords similar to the skirt. And if that was not enough, she had on thigh high black stiletto boots. She looked, well amazing really.
Not far behind her was Raya. While her clothing choice was slightly more… conservative, she still raised as many questions as her sisters before her. She had on a blood red strapless top with a design if black embroidered rose vines, low rise dark wash jeans, and a pair of red high heels that probably required a passed safety exam to wear. All in all, all of the women looked amazing.
That was when there was a knock at the door. Rayanna shook her head as she went to open it, already knowing who was behind it.
"What makes you think that I would allow you to go out tonight? If you stay out late, you won't want to train tomorrow. Then you won't be ready to progress in training, meaning that the fighters will be weak. And if they are weak, they will die." Koenma looked at his sister, happy to be able to detain her so easily.
"Yes, we will go out. No, we will not train tomorrow. Yes, we will start back up on Monday. No, they will not become weak. And, it is my professional opinion that only one member of this team stands a chance of dying." She eyed Kuwabara pointedly. "And, I knew you would come here to try and stop us, so I bought you an outfit so that you could be our second DD tonight!" She finished happily, handing him a set of clothes. "Now, go grow up and change into your new outfit."
The group waited in the living room once again. It only took a few minutes for him to come back in the room. He was now wearing ripped blue jeans, yellow undershirt, and a red over shirt with holes in it as well.
"I look ridiculous!" he exclaimed, giving himself a once over.
"No, you look fabulous! Now let's go!" Izzabelle grabbed his hand and pulled him out the door.
Ten minutes later, the two vehicles containing the group pulled up outside the club.
"Wow." Yusuke stared at the front of the building "I thought that it took weeks to get on the list here! How did you manage it on such short notice?"
"It pays to know the owner." Raya smirked back at him while making her way straight to the door, not bothering to get in line. When she arrived there, she ignored the shouts from the
people in the line calling for her to wait her turn. "I believe I am on the list." She gave the bouncer her most dazzling smile.
"As always, Miss Kimiyashii." As he stepped aside, he removed the velvet rope to let them past. "And your VIP table is already set up, just as you requested."
"Wonderful. Thank you." And she said as she disappeared into the pulsating crowd. She led the small group up the stairs to one of the several small lofts. There they found several chairs clustered together with a few small end tables. There was also a taller, more traditional looking table on the other side. But the most amazing feature of the loft was by far the walls. They were only waist high, but made of glass. And, to top it all off, there was a black light being shown through the glass, making it glow in the darkness. It was one of the most amazing things that the boys had ever seen.
"So," Kurama began, feeling awkward standing in silence, "You know the owner
well enough to get a loft whenever you want it?"
"Manager, gets me in actually. And let's just say that he owes me. Big." She was going to let the subject go, when she heard a loud voice from below yell her name. "Speak of the devil."
"Rayanna! Oh my gosh! I haven't seen you in forever! And you brought friends! This is fantastic! You drinks are on the way, in case you were wondering. So, how are you?"
"Fine, Antonio. What do you want?" the red head asked, exasperated by the dark haired man in front of her. He moved closer so that their bodies touched as he whispered in her ear.
"I miss you. You know, we could always start over. Try again if you will. What do you think?" he caressed her back as he spoke in a sweet, seductive tone, sending chills down her spine.
"And what will Cason say when he finds out?" she her tone was biting, though she blew teasingly into his ear.
"I told you, that was a onetime mistake. He meant nothing to me. You on the other hand, mean so much. I still want you." His hands stopped at the small of her back, making sure she couldn't pull away.
"Then why did you keep seeing him?" she laced her fingers in his hair, making him keep eye contact as he spoke.
"I needed consoling, and he fit the bill." He began to move his face closer to hers, making the limited space even more scarce.
"Well then. I guess there's only one thing I can say." She leaned in until the gap was almost nonexistent.
A/N: Yes! Cliffhanger! And quite possibly my best one yet! Sorry if I bug you, but it keeps you interested at least!! And it encourages emotions which promotes more reviews….yes, I am very selfish, but on a better note, the nest chapter will be up….this week…I hope…'