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Back In Our World

Chapter 16 An unexpected evening


Hikaru's POV

…Later that night.

Reflective images of Portland's nightlife roll across my golden eyes. Staring out the blacked out windows to an increasingly darkening city. A rather blatant grumbling sound emanates from my empty lower region. With a bit of chagrin painted on my features my eyes glance over to the driver's rearview mirror. The grey haired gentlemen lifts his head, allowing me to catch sight of his humored blue eyes wrinkling at the sides. Indicating the man inevitably heard my boisterous stomach. My golden eyes slide back to the window while reaching over to discreetly pull my suit jacket closed. Uncomfortably shifting in my leather seat, resting my bored ginger head against my propped up palm. To continue to gaze out the window.

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With a starving stomach and my blistered feet throbbing from my exhaustive failed search. I decided it would be considerably wise to take the car for my dinner reservation at the renowned embassy suit's restaurant. The stretched, ebony car leisurely rolls along the strings of decorative lit Chinatown.

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With the lighted scenery blurring pass my eyes my thoughts turn to my little brother. I could barely stand to talk to my twin this morning as the wave of deceit caused my stomach to turn. I've lied and hid things from my twin more this past week then in our entire life time, and I absolutely hated the feeling. Hell, I almost blew it when I forgot about the time change from Japan. I knew I could only risk one more day, maybe two before someone would start to inquire to my brother about my whereabouts. Just thinking about the mounting emails of sprawling numbers digitally stacking in my inbox caused a sharp, throbbing pain to exude from my temple.

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My plan after dinner is to stake out the Portland address Honey-sempi forwarded to me, all night if necessary. Hopefully, Haruhi and Ranka have taken up residence there since it's close to down town. If the Portland address turns out to be a bust then I'll travel to the next address.

Either way my impromptu trip is coming to an abrupt end. At the moment I have nothing to show for my troubles except a brief sighting of my chocolate eyed friend. Which after years of no trace of the brunette is freaken amazing. Although flying back to Japan explaining my near miss would do nothing but cause my little brother even more pain. With the thought of my brother's face my attention is pulled forward to the passing headlights beaming into my fluttering, golden eyes.

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My cat like eyes fell onto some rather attractive women dressed in scantly black dresses and bright pink feather boas. I had to raise a discriminative eyebrow to the pink feather boas and the silver tiaras but the giggling girls boosted my curiosity. Drawing my attention away from my empty stomach my gleaming eyes followed the model like women as they enter a garishly lit building. There, in rudimentary blacked out windows my eyes glide over to a gilded name near the building's entrance. "Darrcelle's"

Peering down to the cold linked metal wrapped around my wrist. I see I'm running a bit early for my reservation, causing firm instructions to flow to the elder man in front of me. "Driver, pull over, I need to stop for a drink before dinner." With my words a mischievous smirk grows on my lips as the polished car rolls to a stop.

Lacing my fingers around the tightly woven fabric of my suit's lapels I quickly give it a firm tug to straighten the tailored lines of my jacket. Lifting a hand to brush lightly against the dark material as I wait for the driver to obediently open the door. Gracefully stepping from the car my cautious head turn side to side to nonchalantly stroll across the street with my hands casually tucked into my pockets.

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With very little trouble I find myself in the front of the line, ready to palm a rather robust leather clad doorman. His steely eyes travel over my chest and face before waving away at the green cash folded in my offered fingers. A smirk plays on the man's rough face as he chuckles with a bemused look on his face. "I see you didn't get enough ….well take my advice and stay away from any pink drinks this time." The rough looking man waves me forward while his thick jovial lips part to reveal a single gold tooth decorating his teasing smile. My golden eyes flickered with confusion at the man's words as I stroll through the doorway.

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A devious smile emerged on my lips as I catch sight of rows and rows of tightly packed drunken women leaping from their crimson chairs. Without even thinking I make my way to the lighted bar. My attention abruptly catches sight of a blond woman keeping bar with her back turned against me. While patiently waiting for the bar maiden to turn around my curious eyes glance up to a small, multi-spotlighted stage.

Observing several greased up dancers stripped down to their colorful, spandexed tighty-whiteys. My eyes travel down their somewhat decent sun damaged bodies before snidely rolling my eyes at the sight of the overrated dancers. My attention turns back to the curvy bar maiden as I speak with a husky tone oozing off my lips. "Excuse me miss, I'd like a shot of your best whiskey and this region's finest microbrew?"

The woman's golden locks seductively curled just shy off her shoulders, teasing her alabaster skin with every twist of her head. She wore a tight sequined red dress that hugged every exaggerated curve on her magnificent, statuesque body. My eyes leisurely climb every intoxicating area of her body while she faces the wall of gleaming multicolored, backlit bottles.

My mind drifts to an image of tightly tangled fingers being held firm against rumpled, silken cream sheets. My glistening dominating body slowly grinding between her long pinned legs causing her head to push back in the overstuffed pillow. Her golden locks sprawl out against the enticingly smooth fabric. A trickle of moisture trails down my drenched forehead from hours of slow sexual endurance. Hovering over her heated, needful body my eyes fall to her glossy red lips. Parted wide in anunbridled moan as my muscled backside pushes deep inside her.

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"Ah Yeah buddy, give me a minute." A familiar voice answers back…..a familiar male voice answers back. With my dreams of a hot, sweaty night coming to a screeching halt as a shot of whiskey and chilled dark uncapped bottle are set in front of me.

More than a little taken back by the disturbing discovery my hand hastily finds its way in my pants pocket as my voice somewhat cracks. "W…what do I owe you?"

"That will be $34.50 please." The deep male voice pours out over the booming music.

Without even looking up I slide the money onto the bar. Extending a hand to lace my fingers around the shot glass before swiftly bringing it to my lips. Jerking my ginger head back to hurriedly force the burning liquid down my throat. The dark liquid travels down to warm my stomach. The rather soothing feeling erases the vivid, mistaken thoughts about the blond. With a relaxed breath my fingers find their way to the chilled microbrew. Loosely holding the dark bottle I begin to walk away from the bar and more importantly the crossdressing bartender.

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"What the hell are you doing here? It's dangerous for you to be here." The blond crossdresser's hissing words cause my head to snap in his direction. Noticing the same crazy, phone number pushing blond from before.

"Look the door man warned me already. Sure there's plenty of desperate women here, but I'm pretty sure I can handle it." Arrogantly chuckling to the blonde crossdresser as I draw the chilled bottle to my smirked lips.

"Okay, suit yourself at least you're staying clear of the 'vengeful bridesmaid' tonight."

"I don't know about vengeful but I do have my eye on two really cute bridesmaids over there." With a sly smile I nod my head to a pair of girls dressed in skintight ebony short dresses and pink feather boas.

"Yeah, but what about the other brown eyed woman, from what I saw she's gorgeous, definitely worth the wait." The blond crossdresser gives off a confused expression on his flawless made-up face.

Raising a curious eyebrow to the man's odd behavior. "I'm sorry, what's your name?"

"Jeeze, talk about forgetful, it's Daniel." The man shakes his head in disappointment while he dries a glass with a towel to sparkling perfection.

"Well, Daniel, I wasn't aware the two women are being accompanied by a brown eyed friend but it really doesn't matter. I can't bring myself to be with any other brown eyed women." Letting out a painful breath with my truthful words. The invading memory of seeing the retreating escalade ripping down the street causes a sharp burning, lost feeling to radiate from my chest.

"Oh, that sounds serious. Care to lighten your shoulders?" The man flips over a clean shot glass before tilting the bottle. Allowing the spotless glass to catch the long stream of dark liquid.

His polished crimson tips slide the tempting short glass across the lighted surface next to my resting hand. The bartender softly speaks out with a deep concerned voice. "On the house."

I'm not sure if it's the complete stranger offering a friendly ear or the return of the brunette woman with the haunting chocolate eyes, but the unbreakable metal chains begin to loosen and drop from deep within myself.

My golden eyes fall to the offered drink while a humorless chuckle breaks from my lips. Quickly tossing back the glass of burning liquid. A sealed secret I've been keeping from even myself pours out to the bartender. "Fine, it's really not a mystery, it's because long ago my heart fell captive to a woman with chocolate brown eyes."

My emotionless golden eyes burn at my fingers flipping over the empty glass on the bar. Pained, truthful words roll from the darkest crevices of my chest. "The thing is, she vanished years ago with it and I'm unable to love another without it ….I've tried, but it's pointless. So it's now purely about pleasure…..which isn't a bad thing."

"So you're just giving up?" The crossdresser's words slip out in a heart breaking tone.

Confused by the overemotional response I let out a dark chuckle. "Giving up, what are you talking about?"

Nodding my ginger head in the direction of the flirty girls seductively daring me from across the room. "For starters, I'm going to stroll over to my leering friends and possibly drown my heartless chest into the two feathered bridesmaids, later on tonight." Speaking in a confident, mischievous tone before tilting the dark bottle to my lips to allow the cool liquid to rush pass them.

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The blond crossdresser picks up the turned over glass and tosses it in a sink behind the bar. Picking up a damp, white terrycloth towel from the other side of the partitioned stainless steel sink. His large hand rests on top of the folded material while sliding it across the clear glass bar as he shrugs his shoulders. "Well, I guess at least their conscious, so what the hell…. love or no love….like I said before, I make my living wearing a dress so what the hell do I know?"

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Unsure when exactly the crazy blond spoke those particular words to me. I tilt my half full, dark bottle to the crossdresser and begin to stroll in the direction of my feathered friends. "Well Danial, thanks for the shot it's been rather interesting."

"Hey, you still have my number, just in case?" The man once more calls me back to the bar.

A bit irritated for being called back by the crazy crossdresser I let out a heavy sigh before turning towards the blond once more. In an attempt to let the crossdresser down easy so the crazy blond won't keep filling my pockets with unsolicited pieces of paper I speak with a soft tone. "Look, I just don't see anything happening, besides my brother would kill me if I did."

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The man stares back at me with a stunned, confused face. "Your brother?"

Ignoring the blond bartender I cha-cha my way to my newly feathered friends for the evening. With a devilish smile molded to my lips my arms are held out wide to catch the flirty pair. "Hello, my little chickys."

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A little later ….

My table of friends grew as we laughed wildly at the various comical acts .I had very little interest of watching the male dancers but the lead crossdressers' acts were very entertaining. Of course that could be from the numerous empty dark bottles scattered in front of me that kept being delivered to our table.

It turns out the pair of barely drinking aged coeds did have a brown eyed friend ….She happens to be the upcoming blushing bride. So my standards remain unchanged since the woman is strictly off limits, much to the displeasure of the lady of the hour. The guest of honor sat across the reserved table sulking in various delivered chilled drinks while watching her intoxicated friends slide their drunken hands all over my body. With every blatant attempt to garner my attention my anticipation for the long envisioned night ahead of me eagerly grew. Visions of flying pink feathers floating over our sweaty, tangled bodies pushed my patients to the absolute limit.

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"Excuse me sir, a table requested I deliver this to you." Another crossdresser lowers his tray to offer an enormous punchbowl like drink to me.

Glancing over to the pink drink I wave a hand to refuse the drink. "Sorry, tell whomever thank you for the thought but I'm only accepting microbrews tonight." Tossing a few bills on to the crossdresser's tray.

"Would the obviously heartbroken man like to come and choose a brand?" The snarky crossdresser speaks with sarcasm.

"No thank you, just bring me whatever every other waitress has delivered." Visually ignoring the rude crossdresser as I kiss along one of the feathered bridesmaid's neck.

"Perhaps the stubborn, rich bastard traveling from Japan wants to pry himself away from his entertainment to speak with me, about his dire need to meet my daughter?" The waitress leans down to come in full view of my astonished, round eyes.

My arms drop from the girls in disbelief. "Ranka?"

The familiar ginger crossdresser nods his head before straightening up and swiftly strutting away towards the back. My head whips around to watch the black sequined mermaid tail dress swish off in the distant. Completely flabbergasted to see the ginger I mindlessly pull away from the seductive touches of the two offended women sitting on either side of me. Quickly standing I reach into my pocket to toss down several bills while making my excuses to the angry women."Uh please excuse me …..Drinks are on me, sorry."

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Shaking my slightly alcohol affected head to clear a dizzy feeling. My eyes catch sight of the crazy blond standing behind the bar as he discreetly shakes his head with a desperate face. Ignoring the bartender's obvious calls for my attention I quickly turn my focus in the direction the ginger father walked off to.

My quickened footsteps lead me away from the main stage area and down a lengthy hallway lined with doors on either side. My mind races with curiosity and hope as my eyes catch sight of an opened door at the end of the hall. With every step my mind imagines Kao's stunned face when our longtime vanished friend bursts through the doors.

Rounding a blind corner I see Ranka standing in a dimly lit room with his arms folded. My heart rapidly beats in my chest with every step I take further into the room. Suddenly something dark is pulled over my shocked head. My head flashes to remember Haruhi's brutish thugs from yesterday. Fuck, how could I be so stupid?

Several sharp pains violently sink into my sides and back. My closed fists blindly swing out wide with every ounce of my muscled strength to repeatedly fend off my attackers. Feeling my fist slam against someone's nose with a loud crunch. An angry, nasal voice grunts out. "Fuck this shit!"

Next thing I feel is a blinding pain strike against the back of my covered head. My face immediately smashes to the hard floor and everything snaps to black.

End of Hikaru's POV

End of Chapter 16


A/N Seeing as I'm not getting very many reviews for the last two chapters I went back to my original style of writing from previous chapters. Maybe that will cause some kind of a reaction to the chapter.

A/N Please keep in mind it's Kaoru who knows Daniel, not Hikaru.

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