Nite Club: Part Three
Co-Authored with Bombay Omi
Author's Notes: You've probably noticed that the first two chapters were told in Youji's point of view, using the first person (all the Is). Well the rest of the chapters aren't like that anymore. It was just hard to tell all the different sides of the fic through only Youji's eyes. Which I find surprising because I'm usually all for the Is, but well I don't know.
As they drove closer to the club they could already start to see the line that was waiting to get in. It was filled with many different people, with some very different ways of dressing. Ken even thought he saw this one guy who was on wearing paint as a substitute for any kind of covering. It wasn't really paint it was just so tight that it looked like it. Youji got out of the car and was followed closely by Ken. Youji walked right up to the bouncer throwing him a smile and a little something else. Youji Kudou never waited in lines. Neither did Ken. But Youji didn't have to know that, as Ken smiled, with a friendly wink towards the bouncer, behind Youji's back. As the entered the building they both became hearing impaired as the music was beyond any amount of measuring. The noise level wasn't the only thing that rose; the temperature also took a dramatic step up. Youji ducked his head close to Ken's ear so that he could hear him.
"Do you want a drink?" He asked yelling, yet it sounded like he had been whispering. Ken nodded, because he valued his voice and wanted to yell as little as possible.
"Anything's fine." He said with a smile, as he made his way over to a just vacated table. He sat down, a glow still upon his face. He had always pictured this in his mind, but now that it was really happening he couldn't believe it. Ken was casually looking at the flash lights above the DJ's head when he felt some one come up behind him, smiling he turned to face them. He thought it was Youji. He thought wrong. "Christian!" He exclaimed.
"You were expected somebody else." His silky voice replied over the music. He sat down across from Ken, with out waiting to be invited or asked. Although they'd never gone on dates so to speak, they had met each other a few different nights at some clubs, sharing a few drinks and many more dances. "I didn't expect to see you tonight, Ken." Christian added smiling, as he pushed some ebony hair out of his eyes, his golden hoop earring, jingled with the action.
"Oh I'm out with a friend." Ken tried to reply easily, His browns eyes coming up to meet crisp blue ones. Christian grinned knowingly. Ken frowned. Ken refused to admit that he ever drank enough to become drunk, however there were times when he was a bit more talkative. Those were the nights when Christian found him. He might have mentioned something about Youji to Christian, although he never mentioned his name. Ken knew that because Christen always bugged him about it afterwards, wanting more details Ken had never gave to him.
Ken only rolled his eyes trying to dismiss any other ideas that Christian might come up with.
"So do I get to meet this 'friend'?" He asked putting very obvious emphasis on 'friend'. Ken glared across the table at him. Christian's pale features were emphasized even more by his dark clothes and even darker hair. When Ken had first met him, he had reminded him of Aya almost. He was cold. His expressions were always hard as if carved in ice. Yet some might say that added to his charm. Well more then some considering the many people who would flirt constantly with him. Ken had only started to get to know him better after a night when Chris had bumped into Ken in his efforts to get away from the crowds. Some how he had managed to spill his drink all over a very surprised Ken. After that Ken started to take more notice of him and vice versa. Ken wasn't really sure what kind of relationship they had besides being friends. He was sure he didn't want to find out at the moment, especially with Youji being so friendly lately.
Youji sneezed as the bartender carried over his drinks. He smiled tossing some money and a thanked the worker. He gathered up the drinks, turning towards where Ken had sat down.
He nearly dropped his drinks. 'Who's that?' He thought to himself, not sure if he wanted the answer. Upon looking closer he realized that it was that man Ken danced with the night he had seen him at the club. Yes, it had to be /that/ man. He thought to himself as he tightened his grip around the glasses. He felt a little pang of jealousy, even if he didn't admit it to himself, as he was strolled over to Ken sitting at the table. He made sure to keep his cool as he walked up to the table. With a cunning smile he placed Ken's drink before him, pulling a chair from another table and seating himself between Ken and the other man. He sipped from his drink like nothing was going on waiting for Ken to make his move. Or rather he waited for Ken to introduce the other man whom he was so jealous of.
Ken blinked in repose to Youji's reaction. He didn't think he'd ever really understand the playboy. He actually wasn't sure if he really wanted to, either. Why destroy the mystery? After a small unpleasant silence, Ken decided that it was probably time to introduce the two, since he had a feeling that both of them were waiting for it. Ken sighed.
"Youji this is Christian." Ken made a slight gesture towards the young man. Youji's eyes followed Ken hands. He looked up seeing Christian smiling slowly, his hand coming up in a gesture that almost looked like a wave. Ken then motioned towards Youji. "And Christian this is Youji." Youji opened his mouth as if to say something, but found himself cut off. Youji looked as if he was about to jump over the table, but then realization set in as he finally heard Christian's words.
"KenKen's told me all about you." Youji looked up, his face finally meetings Christian's, without the intent off burning a hole through him. Instead his expression was that more of shock. Out of all the replies he could have gotten this was the last one on his list.
However Christian never got to finish what he was saying because Ken had made it very clear that it was in Christian's best interest to be quiet. He backed it up with a nice swift kick in the shin and a glare to go along with it. It was apparently a package deal.
"Christian was just leaving." Ken said quickly, making it very clear that he was asking Christian to leave. Christian smiled slyly, slowly standing up. It seemed that he had a slow sensual way of moving.
"My, My, I know when I'm not wanted. I'll talk to you later, KenKen." He said winking, before he walked off disappearing into the crowds of people.
Youji watched as Christian left the table. Over his dead body would he talk to Ken later. He pushed his sunglasses up until they sat on top of his head. He couldn't see a damn thing with it so dark in the place, and the flashing lights were just getting annoying.
"Ken … was that the one you said you were going to see again?" It was a simple question, but Youji wanted to know. He raised his glass to his lips and waited for the brunette to answer. Ken looked a little uneasy and nodded.
"Yes, but I'm here with you tonight, to dance with you." He paused. "Unless you don't want to dance with me…"
"No, I'll dance, whenever you're ready, KenKen." Youji put emphasis on Ken's name. And he thought he was the only one who called Ken, KenKen.
"We'll finish our drinks then dance." Ken smiled, happy when Youji nodded in agreement. The two finished off their drinks with small talk. Mostly about the shop and about Omi or Aya and how the two were so alike when it came down to work. When the glasses were empty Youji pushed them to the center of the table and put his hand out to Ken.
"Shall we?" Ken grinned, taking the offered hand. He swore he felt a slight tingle.