Later that evening, Kaoru and Haruhi were getting ready for the night in their respective cells; while Mello and Matt were drug off for initiation.

"Darlings," Umehito chimed as he strode into the room, "I've brought your outfits for you to change into!" Kaoru stopped fidgeting with his hair in his small wall mirror above his sink, and glanced at Umehito.

He walked over to the door of his cell, and accepted the blue outfit, murmuring a small 'thanks', before stripping and changing into it.

Haruhi took hers and threw it on her bed before she started removing her shirt, "So how are Mello and Matt doing, Umehito?" There was a pause as said man messed with his hood, "Well, Haruhi-chan... it seems Mail-san is addicted to smoking. Very much so."

Kaoru snorted, fixing the collar of his blue silk dress shirt, "How's he taking it?" He ran his left hand through his hair; fixing his bangs leisurely.

Umehito chuckled nervously, "Uh... well..." "GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF MY CIGARETTES! I BOUGHT THOSE CIGARETTES!"

Haruhi's right eye twitched as she heard Matt's voice, "Well, I'm glad it's going well," and then she slipped on her rose pink ballet shoes that matched her dress.

Umehito sighed as the heavy metal door was slammed open, and Matt was quickly thrown in before the door was slammed back and audibly locked.

Kaoru observed that Matt was now clad in an outfit similar to their usual one: brown long-sleeved shirt, brown pants and brown shoes.

Matt got back up, and started banging on the door, "IF YOU THINK MELLO'S SCARY, JUST WAIT TILL I GET A HOLD OF YOU! DAMN YOU, KYOYA!"

All was silent for a few minutes, as Matt slid down to the floor next to the door. When he looked up, he said, "Just you wait... I'll kill all of you without my cigarettes."

Umehito gave a creepy smile, "Oh don't worry, Mail-san; Master Kyoya will put you through state-of-the-art therapy starting tomorrow. After all," the hooded man chuckled and gave a wink, "Smoking is a huge turn-off to our patrons."

Matt blinked, thoroughly creeped out by this man, and asked, "What about my hand held and Mello's chocolate? Do we get to keep those?"

Umehito glanced over at him, not answering as he walked over and unlocked Kaoru's cell and then Haruhi's, "Well, I can't say what Master Kyoya will do with those; how is Mihael-san holding up, by the way?"

Matt stood lazily before walking into Haruhi's cell after she exited, "He managed to wrestle one of the thugs to the ground and steal his gun after he tried to take his leather clothes off. So I guess you could say rather well."

Haruhi stood next to Kaoru and they both looked at Matt questioningly, wanting him to elaborate.

After Matt situated himself on his cot, he yawned and said, "Leather is to Mello, what cigarettes are to me; it's not wise to take it from him."

Kaoru shrugged, "Well, obviously, you can't wear street clothes. No matter how delicious that leather looked on him," Kaoru murmured the end to himself; Matt still catching it and smirking in response.

Umehito then clapped his hands together, "Alright, my darlings! Time to meet your patrons for the evening!" As he made his way to the metal door, and unlocked it, "Miheal-san should be back soon."

Matt nodded dismissively, then rolled over to go to sleep as the others exited to start work.

Kaoru made it to the rented out room in the work part of the Ootori Mansion before his patron; the room being in the first hallway of red lights.

He took his time, glancing around the room; this patron didn't have any particular wealth, so his name wasn't on the door on a gold plate. 'Though,' he mused, 'This patron does have taste...'

The room was decorated in blood red: from the curtains to the bedspread to the furniture and carpet. It was truly beautiful.

Kaoru slipped his black dress shoes off at the door, then proceeded to unbutton the first few buttons of his silk shirt before walking over tot he small, stylish round glass table, where a bottle of Screaming Eagle white wine was sitting. He smiled; taste indeed.

He poured himself and whoever his partner would be, a glass of the expensive wine, and sat down to relax; figuring he might as well get a head start and downed his first glass.

The subtle toasty oak and smooth, rich fruit flavor of the wine calmed his nerves, when his patron finally made it to his room.

His eyes widened slightly, before they lidded and he gave a sultry smirk, "Ah, how nice to see you again; Itachi Uchiha."

Haruhi was resting on the king-sized, plush bed in her patron's room, nervously messing with her hair. "Please," she murmured softly, "Don't let whoever they are... be completely sadistic. I just might cut their balls off."

She was brought out of her musings when the door opened, and grinned, "Yasuchika!" He raised an elegant sandy brown eyebrow, "You didn't know it was me, girl? My name is on the door, you know."

She shrugged, "Well, since Umehito had to fetch a new room mate of mine and Kaoru's, someone else escorted us. They didn't read the name on the door, and I didn't bother looking up; too much on my mind."

The short blonde closed the door behind him, smirking slightly as he removed his shoes, "Perhaps... it was me on your mind?" Haruhi rolled her eyes, "You wish."

He shrugged and walked over to their table, pouring them each a glass of Chateau Mouton Rothschild wine. "Then," he murmured, gesturing her to join him at the table, "What could be troubling that oh so brilliant mind of yours, girl?"

Haruhi ignored his quips as she took a seat at the tiny mahogany table, "Our new room mates; Mello and Matt."

Yasuchika raised an eyebrow, asking to elaborate without speaking. Haruhi pursed her lips, thinking, "Miheal Keehl and Mail Jeevas."

The short-statured male's lips fell into a slow smirk, "Miheal Keehl, hm? A mafia buff?" He chuckled, "Now, he could be of some real use to us here, Haruhi." She raised an eyebrow, "How so?"

Yasuchika swirled the dark-colored wine around in his glass, "Well, the mafia make sure that their nose is in everyone's business; when it comes to big bosses like Kyoya, Tamaki, and my brother. I know Miheal; he's no one's bitch. He'll want to get the fuck out of here, so he'll definitely help." He paused to take a sip, "His lap dog Mail will too."

Haruhi blinked, raising an eyebrow, "You're a little too resourceful for your own good, you know that?"

Yasuchika chuckled, "I am Yasuchika Haninozuka."

"We've got to get the fuck out of here, Matt," Mello grumbled from across the hall in his own cell; messing with his long blonde locks in the mirror.

Matt rolled over onto his stomach, rolling his eyes when he saw Mello fussing, "Oh yeah? And how do you propose we do that, Mello?"

Mello took a moment to reply, running a slender hand through his hair before shaking it, "Those two; Kaoru and Haruhi." He turned and gave an icy stare, "Those Hitachiin twins were kidnapped; remember we looked into it?"

Matt didn't need Mello to remind him; he remembered investigating. "Yeah and? Who cares?"

Mello had a seat on his own cot, crossing his right leg over his left, "They're worth a fortune, jackass. With their parents dead, they're going to inherit everything " He smirked, "It might do us well to help Kaoru get out; and I can already tell we'll have to bring that girl too."

Matt nodded, then gave a sudden shudder. "... fuck..." Mello raised an eyebrow, "Hm?" Matt growled, "I need a fucking cigarette, Mello. I told that guy, I'mma fucking kill everyone in here," he scoffed, "You're plan might not work if I murder that girl."

Mello chuckled, "You're such a big fucking baby."

Matt flipped him off, "Go to hell."

Mello smirked, "Already there, honey."

A/N: Well, this chapter was up sooner than the last one... oh and THANK YOU for all the reviews on the last chapter! Oh and THANK YOU for the favorite story/author and follow story/author. I'm glad you all enjoy this story enough to do that! This story has the most reviews I've ever had for a story; 50 mark. ^^ Anyway, I'll try to have the next chapter up relatively soon as well... review please! I appreciate it. :) ~Aly~