Disclaimer: I do not own Junjou Romantica, nor will I ever claim to.

Yay, all the buildup of the last few chapters is going to start coming to a head. I dropped a couple of hints about Costner a couple chapters ago, so if you caught them, good job, here's a cookie.

Chapter 36

"Gah, where is this place?" Usagi grunted in frustration as they turned onto yet another street. They had been wandering through the Doyama district for more than an hour, since the cabbie had dropped them off just inside and peeled out of there, leaving the two men behind.

Takahiro finally gave in and walked up to another person on the street. "Excuse me, can you tell me where this club is?" He held up the scrap on which Usagi had scribbled down the name and address of the place.

The…man, if Takahiro had to guess, looked at it and said, "You're on the wrong side of the district my dear."

"O-oh," Takahiro rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably. My dear? "Well, could you tell us how to get there?"

"Us?" he asked, looking around and noticing Usagi for the first time. "Ooo, pretty friend. Hey baby."

"Not interested. Can you tell us where the club is?" Usagi looked at him, expressionless.

The other man looked slightly hurt. "Why do you want to go to that club anyway? I'm cheaper than them."

Takahiro's eyes bugged out. This man was selling himself? To other men? Usagi glowered at the man. "Either tell us or don't, but don't keep hitting on us.

"I wasn't going after Mr. Straight Edge." He shot a look at Takahiro's left hand, with its gold wedding band. "The club is a couple of miles from here. If you don't know the area, it will be easier to take a cab."

"But the cab wouldn't bring us any deeper than the entrance." Takahiro was still annoyed by that.

"Well, that's what the Doyama cabs are for. They're the only way to get in and out without your own car."

"Oh, thank you," Takahiro said, brightly. This guy was being very helpful, considering Akihiko had already shot him down.

He'd thought too soon. "So where's my payment for the information."

"Uh—" Takahiro started, but Akihiko out 2000 yen and murmured, "Let's go find a cab."

"Bye bye, boys." The man pocketed the money and turned away, off to find customers. Usagi looked down the road and spotted a cab, just like the hooker had said.

He waved it down and called, "Takahiro, come on." Takahiro followed, glad that soon he would be able to see his brother.

…

"Here you are." The cab rolled to a stop outside a flashy building, advertising boys and men and 'girls'. Usagi said nothing, but his eyes were practically flaming. Takahiro just felt a bit ill that his brother was once again involved in an insane amount of homosexual shenanigans. They both knew that if Misaki had been there then he was most likely in big trouble.

Usagi pulled open the door and walked in. He looked around at the bright bar and all the pretty boys in a mix of cosplay and crossplay as well as what seemed to be a uniform of a kimono shirt and black pants. Takahiro stared around, shell-shocked. Misaki had been in this place…who knew what horrible things were being done to him?

"Do my eyes deceive me?" A European sounding voice from the bar called out. Takahiro and Usagi both looked towards the bartender who'd spoken. "Akihiko, that can't be you."

Akihiko stared in shock at the bartender. He knew this man, the red hair, the Irish twang just underlying his British accent. He saw a flash in his mind, a young boy, giving him books from his huge collection in the neighboring mansion. Impossible, he hadn't seen that boy since he'd left England. But… "Henry? Henry Costner?"

…TBC…

Sorry guys, but I'm brain dead. (actually I'm not, but I just finished my eight pages of Japanese homework so I keep trying to write this in Romanized Japanese and that would be really confusing considering my Japanese grammar sucks.)(also the spacebar on my laptop is pretty much shot so I have to go get it repaired cuz all of my techie friends only work with software instead of hardware in computers…I might have to give it to my step dad to play with or my real dad's coworker who actually built my home computer.)

Anyway, I know it's uber short but I will make the next chapter nice and long…with a hint of lemon I think, if you catch my drift. So please review:)