The dark night has began anew, thanks to the beautiful twilight that welcomed it. Life in the city has never been more alive than now, with millions of people roaming the streets and letting the night raise their spirits. Some people may feel that the night is the right time to rejuvinate for the next day to come. But other people felt the night to be the perfect time for the beast within to awaken and party the night away, filling the night-clubs and dancing to their hearts' desire to the best club music around.

However, one man wasn't so happy to be out at this time of night. Joe Kido, Matt Ishida's #1 guy, entered the club known as The Rising Sun with two of his flunkies. As a Daft Punk song called "Phoenix" was blasting through the club, the three Ishida men had to squeeze through the men and women to get to the meeting spot that was agreed upon.

"Oh, man! Why does Mr. Ishida have to make me meet that guy at this time of night? I'm suppose to be at home, taking a snooze in my soft bed and counting sheep. Staying up this late will only put bags under my eyes," Joe whined. However, what Joe didn't complain about was getting squeezed into the women, since every one of them would look enticing in a wet t-shirt contest.

After 10 minutes of squirming through the people, Joe and his men finally got to the table where they agreed to meet him. Sitting with his lovely ladies, the handsome, purple-haired man sat comfortably and greeted the 3 men by raising his glass of wine with a smile. The man flung his purple, silky hair away from his eyes. The ladies near him feasted their eyes on him, finding the purple-haired man irresistable and yearning to rip his clothes off.

There was something about that smile that made Joe's skin crawl. It wasn't a smile that said he was glad to see the blue-haired man with glasses. The smile seemed to have a very dark intent behind it. Joe knew the King of Blades only by reputation, and he prayed in his mind he wouldn't find out the hard way whether the rumors were true about the dark assassin. Trying to keep their cool, Joe and his 2 goons took their seats and faced the enigmatic killer.

"Ken Ichijouji, I presume?" Joe greeted, trying to keep his cool.

"You gotta be one of Mr. Ishida's goons. I heard about that little scene you and your men had with Mr. Takaishi a couple of days ago at the Mt. Fuji Pub. Man, talking about being a bunch of pussies," Ken said candidly, followed by a chuckle. Ken's women giggled by his remarks about Joe. The lovely blonde closest to Ken slipped her smooth tongue down Ken's throat, and Ken clutched onto to her for more of her sweet taste. Joe's made his eyes slit, bitten by Ken's harsh words.

"Look, let's get down to business, Ken. Mr. Ishida wants you to take down a target for him, due to disloyalty to his family," Joe said. Joe handed him a photo of Ken's target. Ken snatched the photo from Joe and took a good look at it.

On the photo was T.K. Takaishi, dressed in black and eyes hidden by a pair of shades. Holding onto him from behind was Kari Kamiya, with her eyes closed.

"I took this photo last night at Kari Kamiya's apartment. Mr. Ichijouji, the warlord of the Ishida Clan demands that you snuff out the Angel of Death. He'll double your reward if you can kill Tai Kamiya's little sister, too. Do you think you're up to it?"

With a sly smile, Ken threw the photo up in the air. With the speed of lightning, Ken whipped out his tanto (dagger) and sliced the airborne photo in half in an upward motion. The photo fell onto the table as two separate pictures, having the pictures of T.K. and Kari separated by his very blade.

"You know what my answer will be, little man. I guarantee, those two will be lying in their own pool of blood, and I will be glad to bathe in it," Ken said. With eyes of daggers on T.K.'s photo, Ken faced the tip of his blade downward and rammed it into the photo of T.K.'s head, right between the eyes.


---Meanwhile, at T.K.'s hotel room---


"Oh, T.K. You're so damn good! Come on, baby! Don't stop now!! LOVE ME!!!"

Kari was on her back as she felt T.K.'s weight on her. Kari and T.K. moaned at a very high volume as they continued to share each other. T.K. moaned louder and clutched onto his naughty angel as Kari was reaching her climactic moment and wrapping her legs around his waist.

Kari screamed like never before and climaxed. T.K. let out a roar and climaxed soon after she did. The weakened T.K. got off of Kari and collapsed next to her. Covered with sweat, T.K. and Kari took a breather and stared up the ceiling.

"Wow... I can't believe I came 4 times in a row in one night. Man, that was better than last night..." Kari said, huffing for breath and slithering to her beloved to give T.K. a light kiss on the lips.

"Kari... are you sure last night was your first time?" T.K. asked, astonished by Kari's performance. Kari let out a naughty giggle.

"It's the truth, T.K. I learned a lot when I read Maxim. I read that when we have sex 3-4 times a week, we'll get a good workout," Kari said seductively. T.K. let out a devilish smile.

"Mmmmm.... my kind of workout," T.K. said. T.K. took Kari into his arms and kissed her in the lips with tremendous passion. As they clutched onto each other's sweaty bodies, the phone rang. Reluctantly, T.K. picked up the phone.

"Hello? Can you please call back another time? I'm kinda busy right now," T.K. said

"/Hello, Angel of Death. I'm here to clip your wings.../" the voice said. T.K. recognized that voice, and he felt his heart sinking below his stomach.

"....you...." T.K. whispered, feeling his hand holding the phone tremble.

"/That's right, Takeru Takaishi. You fucked up, Angel of Death. Since you've failed to live up the code, you're on my dead pool now, and so is your girl. You know you have no chance against me, upstart. I'm gonna enjoy having you taste my blades... and your own blood.../"



.... to be continued.