Title: Bad For You
Author: Keito-chan
Rating: PG-13, I changed it back so sue me. Besides I really don't think it's that bad to be R…is it?
Summary: So their new job begins - and sadly so does their make-over! Headed by --- WAIT!? WHAT-?!! YUMI! Oh, this is just peachy…
Disclaimer: AHEM I don't own anything except this here computer and the shoes on my feet - so pedal your lawsuits elsewhere!
4: The Job of a Lifetime
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"MAKE-OVER!!?" Kaoru shouted indignantly.
Kenshin looked back, annoyed, as he continued to drive the car, "Yes. You aren't really the…material wanted for this type of job," a smirk, "But don't worry, we'll change that." and a wink.
"Ugh!" Kaoru sat farther back into her seat. "This has got to be harassment!"
Kenshin waved a car on in front of him before replying, "I wouldn't think about it that much, babe. Could be lethal - women of your type aren't meant to process that much information."
Kaoru pushed herself forward as she yelled, "Just SHUT UP!!"
Kenshin ignored her as he continued driving.
Misao had decided to just stay quiet throughout this little exchange. Aoshi wasn't in the car - it was just the two of them with Kenshin. Kenshin had offered the front seat to one of them, but they had very quickly refused and comfortably took the backseat. He was not to be trusted. None of them were.
Misao had thought that it couldn't have gotten any worse, but it had. It had gotten much worse.
Saitou Hajime was worse than Aoshi and Kenshin - he wasn't some high school punk - he was the real thing. The real thing as in crime underground lord, mafia, Yakuza… well maybe not that bad, but you get the idea. He was something more than a bunch of borderline punks - although they'd be the last to admit that.
He was an outlaw. He was wanted dead or alive.
Why Aoshi and Kenshin were involved with him was beyond her reasoning, technically they really shouldn't be unless they owed him a dept or something. Why did the whole Juppon Gattana hate them so much? It wasn't very logical the way things tied up. Loose ends were everywhere.
Misao un-furrowed her brow as the car came to a jerking stop. The building they had stopped in front of was an apartment building. It was old and run down.
"Why here?" Misao asked as she stepped out of the car.
Kenshin gave her a side glance before answering, "Shishio lives in this apartment…"
Misao nearly choked on the air she was breathing when she heard. Shishio!?!
"Wha-WHAT!?!" Misao turned to face the man, her eyes wide and her mouth slack. "Shishio!?" She roughly whispered.
"Yeah - S-H-I-S-H-I-O. Now lets move."
Kaoru came to join Misao's side before yelling, "NOT BEFORE YOU TELL US WHY!"
But he ignored her and quietly lit a cigarette before turning, hands in pockets, and started walking towards the door of the building. Kaoru and Misao stood where they were, ever intent on being as uncooperative as possible.
Kenshin stopped and turned slightly towards them and let his hand remove the cigarette from his mouth before giving them an annoyed and somewhat amused look. "Stay there for all I care, but let me warn you the men in this neighborhood are much more friendlier than me." With that he opened the door to the building and went inside.
Misao knew that 'friendlier' wasn't a good thing. And she also knew that the neighborhood was definitely not the place where two young girls should be - alone. With this though Misao looked at Kaoru who looked at her.
They both nodded…
…and made a mad dash towards the door to the apartment.
When they entered they looked around for Kenshin but couldn't find a trace of him anywhere.
Kaoru crossed her arms angrily before saying, "The little bastard! He just left us fo-"
"Miss me?"
Misao and Kaoru jumped and twirled around to see Kenshin, leaning casually against the banister leading up to the second floor.
"I take it that you didn't want to meet the neighbors?"
Misao rolled her eyes annoyed at the playful look in his eyes and the smile of victory on his smug face, "Listen we're here, so take us to Shish- him…"
Misao grimaced inwardly at how nervous and unsure she sounded. Whatever happened to brave, tough Misao, huh?
But she didn't have time to dwell on what she should have said for Kenshin was already headed up the stairs. The place was old that was for sure, with rotted wooden stair boards that sagged and made you wonder if they were going to snap in half. But they didn't and they eventually made it to the floor they were obviously supposed to be on.
Kenshin stopped in front of a door labeled 765 and turned to face the two girls.
"Since I hold your livelihoods dear to me I shall share a bit of advice you should take to heart. Don't talk to him, don't complain, and don't look him in the eyes. As for the bitch, he doesn't give a shit what you say to her as long as you don't hit her. Comprendo?"
Misao frowned - "Bitch??"
"I'm sure you've met Yumi."
Misao felt her eye twitch. NOO! She CAN'T see me like THIS!! Yumi! Oh dear lord no!
She didn't want to know how Yumi would react - hell she didn't want to know how she would react!
With that Kenshin turned the knob. Misao thought it was the longest moment in her life waiting for that door to open.
But it did. And Kenshin walked in and her feet followed him against her will with Kaoru in close pursuit.
Before them was a run down apartment. The carpet was a pea green, the walls once white, but now a darker shade of cream (probably from smoke). It smelled overwhelmingly like cigars and cigarettes and alcohol. It all hit Misao's senses and made her resist the urge to gag.
Her eyes came to rest upon a man, a tall man, sitting in a old black leather armchair with a woman sprawled across his lap in an indecent way. The man's face was currently being block by the woman's, but when Kenshin cleared his throat the girl turned quickly to face them.
It was the face of a bitch Misao hated almost more than Aoshi.
It was Yumi.
Her lipstick was smeared, but nothing that noticeable, and as she licked her lips she smiled, a wicked smile. A smile that almost said 'look at what we have here'.
Misao wanted to knock all the teeth out of that pretty little stupid head. But then she remembered Kenshin's warning.
"Hello there Misao-chan - oh please do forgive me for yesterday, but I'm sure we're still friends." Yumi slithered off of the man's lap and stood straight while she talked. "I had no idea Ms. Sakamoto would take things so seriously!"
Misao smiled almost as wickedly, "Oh, no hard feelings, Yumi-san" Her smile weakened a bit, "I know how hard it must be for you not to be a bitch once in awhile." Yumi's smile faded into a glare.
Misao just continued to smile sweetly and then formed her face into a confused look at Yumi's glare, "Is something wrong Yumi-chan? I thought we were still friends?"
Before anymore of the animosity between the two girls could continue a throaty chuckle interrupted them. It came from the direction of the still unidentified man.
Misao turned her head towards the direction of the black leather chair and stared. It was Shishio, but she had already known that, just had not recognized it fully until now.
He was tall, taller than most men, with a lithe deadly body almost all of the Juppon Gattana members seemed to have. His hair was brown and lengthy to about his shoulder blades and it framed his face giving his tanned skin an even darker look. But the feature that startled her the most were his eyes. They were dark and foreboding, they were unreadable like endless black depths, and they pierced you - stared you down.
She found herself shivering and then that's when she realized she was staring him straight in the eyes. What had Kenshin warned her about again? It was something important but she couldn't remember - all she saw was those black orbs, and the crooked smile that just formed on his angular face.
"So you're Makimachi. Well, well, well a bold little vixen I would say. Maybe you were a good choice after all - although your manner of dress could use some work…" He let his sentence tail off as he looked up and down her length - more than necessary.
Misao felt the words pressing at her throat, 'eyes off, you have your little slut for that'. But she repressed herself and instead clenched her hands into fists.
Shishio's attention was soon averted to Kaoru when she accidentally bumped into a nearby lamp. Misao almost groaned. Kaoru!!
Kaoru quickly regained composure and apologized for her intrusion, but Shishio ignored it.
"Himura, what is she doing here?" His dark eyes flecked towards the red haired man who was leaning against the far wall smoking a half-finished cigarette.
Kenshin straightened himself, "She was the only way we could get Makimachi to agree to our terms, besides, she might prove as a use to us, wouldn't you agree?"
Shishio's disturbance quickly faded and the crooked smile graced his lips again, "Yes…I can see some worth in the Kamiya girl. Plenty of it."
His eyes raped her figure, just at they had Misao as he added his last words. Misao could feel Kaoru stiffen uncomfortably beside her. She couldn't believe it but she rather couldn't wait until they got to Bleu Ice, dressed or not.
Kenshin stepped in at this point obviously more than tired of the little charade. "I think it's time the girls got ready. It's already 10:00 and the place opens at 11."
Shishio reclined further into his seat and nodded before barking, "Yumi, get to it."
Yumi jumped a little and nodded and then turned to Misao and Kaoru who were standing quite close to the door. Yumi rolled her eyes and placed her hands on her slim hips, "Well get over here."
Misao, although annoyed to be taking orders from her worst enemy (well at least worst female enemy), went. She decided that being bold right now wouldn't be very bright. No, not very bright at all.
So she went into the room in which Yumi pointed - which happened to be the bedroom. It was ugly with a carpet like the main room and the walls only slightly less a light brown and an old queen sized bed that wasn't made. But Misao didn't care for that, what she noticed was the medium sized cardboard box atop the bed.
Yumi upturned the box and out fell a jumble of clothes and a bag of make-up.
Yumi glanced up and motioned for Kaoru to step forward first while Misao took a seat on a old wooden chair in the corner of the room.
Yumi picked up and discarded a few articles of clothing, which looked more like underwear than anything, until she smiled and held up a sea green halter top with sequence decorating it all over. The halter was extremely tight and extremely small - and for a purpose. It pushed Kaoru's breasts together and made them look larger than they really were and it showed off a good portion of her stomach. Along with the shirt Yumi picked out a tight fitting white mini-skirt that hugged Kaoru's hips without mercy. As for make-up her eyes were decorated in a dark shade of sea green with black eye liner outlying her eyes. Her cheeks were rosy with blush, almost as if she had just jogged two miles, and for her lips they were an electric pink. Yumi took her hair down and messed it up into some loose curls, giving Kaoru an altogether rather exotic appearance, which could also be classified under sluttish. As for shoes, since Kaoru was relatively tall (well - taller than Misao) she was given simple white 3 inch sandals.
Kaoru looked herself over in the mirror and gasped and cupped her breasts before turning to Yumi in shock and rage, "WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO MY BOOBS!!?"
Yumi calmly placed the make-up back in her bag before looking up and tilting her head to the side in an examining manner. "Yes you are quite right, that shirt definitely looks better on me - as for the boob problem, you should thank me. I took a couple of plums and made them mangos."
Kaoru's face turned beat red, which didn't look very nice with the amount of make-up she was wearing. Other than that Kaoru just plopped herself on the bed angrily and counted to ten figuring that she'd get her revenge one day.
Now it was Misao's turn.
Misao sat uneasily before Yumi prepared for the worst, but Yumi hardly glanced at her as she sorted through the various selections of clothes.
Yumi finally decided on bright exotic red mini-dress that cut low in the back in a V. In the front it drooped in a sweep across the tops of her breasts, that showed just enough cleavage. For make-up Yumi applied a good amount of dark mascara and eye liner, on her lips went a bright red lipstick that made her teeth glow white. As for Misao's cheeks nothing was applied - for usually they were almost always naturally rosy. Her feet were then slid into 6 inch red salsa shoes - making her taller than Kaoru with about 2 inches.
For Misao's hair it was put up in a sloppy bun with a few shorter wisps framing her face and neck. She definitely looked like a slut. Both of them did, and she didn't like it. Not to mention she was having major shoe trouble with the monsters on her feet. It would be a wonder if she survived the night with them still attached to her feet.
Yumi leaned back and smiled, obviously pleased with her work.
Misao looked herself over in the mirror one last time before turning to Yumi, "Well congratulations for producing two slut incarnates of your so wonderful self."
Yumi frowned mockingly, "Now dear, don't get all jealous just because you can never look that hot without my help or without my clothes for that matter."
Misao rolled her eyes and decided to just ignore.
Yumi finished cleaning up and then stood and motioned them to the door, "Come on my little whores, lets go."
Misao bit back anything foul that was going to bubble from her mouth and stood and walked with as much dignity as she could considering she was dressed like a smut. Kaoru followed suit, resisting the much needed urge to slap a certain girl square across the face.
When Misao entered the main room she heard all talking cease and felt two pairs of eyes plant themselves firmly on her.
"What?!" She asked agitated, and knowing full well what 'what' was. Kenshin looked at her appraisingly and gave a low whistle.
Shishio's response was a little less forward, but more hostile and uncomfortable than Kenshin's. His eyes traveled down her and up her almost like she was naked and her body was being bared to the world, she didn't like it - actually she hated the feeling he gave her. It made her skin crawl and her heart beat faster. It was fear.
"You look…lovely." Shishio said as he stood and smiled at Misao, his white teeth shining in his dark face almost like an alligator's jaws. Yumi huffed past her, probably upset at the attention that wasn't directed to her. When Yumi reached Shishio he averted his eyes from Misao and planted their attention on the dark haired female before him. Misao owed Yumi - big time for that one.
Misao let the breath she was holding out and walked quickly away from the tall man to Kenshin, feeling (as crazy as it sounded) like he would protect her from the male across the room.
Kaoru then emerged from the bedroom carrying a plastic bag with their other clothes in it - for they certainly wouldn't go home like they were now. No way in hell.
Kenshin, who had been trying to light another cigarette stopped and let the drug fall to the ground as his head snapped up and looked over Kaoru's sensual attire. He made no rude comment just watched.
Kaoru on the other hand didn't like the watching and glared at him, "You read headed perv, stop ogling! Geez, you know if I was on the other side of this room I'd slap you upside the head!! I swear - MEN!"
That seemed to snap Kenshin out of his phase, but Misao had noticed it with much interest.
"Well you'd be surprised too if the ugliest girl in the world walked in here and then came out a beauty queen…" Kenshin paused a little as if think and then said, "I'd say the make-up worked wonders."
Kaoru stomped over to him and made to …slap? Hit? Well whatever she was going to do - she didn't because right before she even got in a yard away from the read haired 'perv' her shoe caught on the edge of the carpet and she tumbled forward.
Misao lurched to catch her falling friend, but someone go there first. Kenshin stopped pea green carpet from meeting slutty dressed Kaoru.
Kenshin caught Kaoru and set her upright, his arms wrapped firmly around her waist and his bangs brushing the top of her head.
Kaoru still somewhat dazed at what happened blinked a few times and then assessed the situation - and wasn't pleased. She glared up at Kenshin, and his now very close face.
"You know, we could make this work for the both of us…what do ya say, hmm?" Kenshin's smirk was small and he placed a finger under her chin. Kaoru's eyes went from angry slits to wide circles and then back again when she angrily shoved him away, "EWWWW! NO! Get AWAY!"
Kenshin stumbled a bit from the shove and stood straight while smoothing back his hair, "Ah, well, ya get some and ya lose some."
Kaoru fixed her top while she mumbled something that sounded like asshole.
Misao had watched at first with shock and then with humor at the antics of the two. She came to realize something that brought her some comfort. Kenshin wasn't that bad of a guy - well at least no to them. He tolerate Kaoru's jabs and sarcastic remarks light heartedly and even - if somewhat perverted - joked around with them. Maybe under different circumstances they could have all been friends? Who knew.
As for Kenshin's counterpart, Misao wasn't so sure. Aoshi was as cool as ice and she would swear that his sense of humor and patience was just as thin. Thinking about the topic of Aoshi, where was he anyway? She wanted to know, but not enough as to ask anyone. He was probably out robbing some old lady or something. Misao shook her head, That bastard…
Kenshin went over to Shishio and they talked a little longer before Kenshin turned away again and headed over towards the two girls.
"Time to go." That was all he said before he started out the door, a sure sign that they were to follow.
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Aoshi parked his black Hurley in front of the club. The music was pounding from inside and already there were girls all over him.
"Can I show you a good time, handsome?" One particularly pretty one shoved herself up against him, he ignored her. He was here for business not a good fuck.
The girls, Kamiya and Makimachi would most likely be finished with their 'make-over' by now and he was to make sure they survived their time here, as long as that may be. But more importantly he was to figure out the inner workings of Bleu Ice - the more specific details - like the codes to Saitou's office, their drug warehouses and such. The girls were needed to find out which guards were stupid, which were smart, which ones had the closest connections to Saitou - and eventually work on Saitou - if they could get that close.
But as of now, Aoshi had been hired as an underling guard for Bleu Ice. It was a good thing that Saitou only knew him by name and not by face. As for that his new name would be Kaine Akuda. It was Shishio's brilliant idea. And Aoshi didn't like it one bit.
He entered the club and looked around.
There were dancers dressed in barely nothing while a woman was singing some loud whining song, there were waitresses dressed little better than the dancers getting groped every five minutes, drug dealers, prostitutes, drunks, the list goes on.
Aoshi found himself through the crowd to the back of the club near the bathrooms. He stopped in front of a door and waited patiently while the two guards on either side of him checked him for weapons and then let him proceed into the next room.
Saitou sat tall and deadly, starring down at some document before lifting his wolf eyes to Aoshi face.
"Kaine Akuda I take it."
Aoshi nodded.
"You know the rules, if you break them it's your life. As for your first assignment you guard the waitresses from unwanted attention from our male or female customers, if you fail to do this then you are truly not worthy of my time. Perform well and you may move up a rank. Now leave and take this."
Saitou turned away again, and opened a lower drawer. Out of it he pulled a pin in the shape of black ebony wolf. "This classifies you as one of us. Loose it, you loose your life. We change our pin every year if no problems of identity are presented. If there are we change it more often. You get what I mean?"
Aoshi nodded his head and took the pin and headed out the door back to the club. How he got the job was from another internal spy in the Shinsengumi system. They had only one other spy - and that was for only Shishio to know. That also bother Aoshi.
Shishio knew everything and himself, very little.
Aoshi positioned himself in a dark area of the club watching the more seedy looking customers for inappropriate behavior. He didn't know how long he stood there watching with only have one or two minor infractions of groping, but nothing more, when the door to the club opened and in stepped two young women.
The first one was dressed in a green halter top that covered very little an accentuated her breasts. He long legs were very much revealed with her short white skirt and her skin was a light shade of tan that was pleasingly smooth. But her head was turned the other way giving Aoshi no access to her face.
Behind the first girl was the second girl. She was taller, because of her high heeled red shoes. Her dress was much more sensual - with a very low swoop in the front exposing the tops of her less announced breasts than that of her companion, and in the back a low V going straight down to right above her lower back. Her hair was so black blue streaks shone from the club light and her porcelain skin glowed in a healthy way - almost saying look at me.
And that's when he looked at her face. A face he knew…
It was Misao Makimachi.
Looking sexier than ever. Yumi sure as hell worked her magic. Aoshi found himself smirking. Oh, he was sure she knew he was here, Kenshin was to inform them of this little plan, and that if they told anyone they'd be left by themselves to be ravaged by the men of this vicinity. Cruel, but efficient.
They would tell no soul.
Aoshi fell farther back into the shadows planning to surprise them…
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Misao looked around nervously. It was loud, it was dark, and it was definitely not where she would want to be spending her Friday evening.
"Kaoru lets stick together."
Kaoru nodded her head. A man came up to them and nodded his head towards them while he spoke, "Are you the two new waitresses here to replace the once who were involved in an….unfortunate accident..?"
"Yes we are." What Misao would have liked to say would have been more along the lines of, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN ACCIDENT!?!?!
But she had been threatened, and threatened, and threatened repeatedly by Kenshin that if she didn't say yes he'd arrange for something nasty - well more correctly they'd be at Shishio's mercy and no, she really didn't want that.
The man nodded and then said briskly, "Follow me."
Kaoru and Misao looked at each other, both gathering their courage and followed the man towards the back of the club where he showed them a door that was pink with chipped paint.
"This will be your changing room."
Kaoru and Misao nodded.
"And if anyone bothers you without your permission or without your drawing that sort of attention just yell and one of our men will see it. I'm warning you, though, we can't be everywhere every time on of the girls needs us, so be smart."
With that he grabbed a nearby server and told her to instruct the new girls. She nodded and the man walked away.
The woman smiled and then introduced herself, "Hi there, I'm Kiya and I'll help you get into the swing of things. So just listen to me, you'll have relatively easy jobs to begin with. You'll work with me in the bar - that's just getting drinks and stuff for customers. Now put whatever you need to in the dressing room and get back out here."
Misao and Kiya waited while Kaoru went into the dressing room and put their stuff away and then came out.
As Kiya walked them towards the bar she asked them their names.
"I'm Misao."
"And I'm Kaoru."
Kiya nodded and smiled. "Well it was a shame what happened to the other two girls. They weren't very smart anyways, but still…us girls have to watch out for each other." Misao was dieing to know what happened but before she could ask a man smelling strongly of alcohol came slumping up to the counter.
"KiiiiiiiiiiiiiyahHh!" he called, clearly intoxicated.
Kiya turned towards the man and smiled a playful smile as she sauntered up to him.
"Ahh, Freddie. Drunk as usual I see? What do you want?"
"YOooU!" Kiya laughed as she leaned closer to the man revealing a good amount of cleavage. "We've been through this, now I'll get you a good nice cold beer."
With that she turned and placed the beverage in front of him. He groaned and then shrugged and then gulped it down.
Misao and Kaoru watched perplexed before Kiya winked at them and mouthed 'old boyfriend'.
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Near the end of the night Misao and Kaoru pretty much held fort at the bar - it wasn't that hard to figure out where things were and what drinks to make - because they had a bartender to make them you just delivered the order and then gave the customer the drink. Unless it was something easy like beer or wine, or something like that - then Kaoru and Misao could manage that on their own.
Kiya would come back once in a while to check on how they were doing. They found out that Kiya was 34 years old, that she had over 50 boyfriends in her life and she had been working here since she was 28 after she ran away from an abusive relationship.
Misao was actually surviving and she smiled to herself. Yeah, it was still nerve racking to be in a place like this but she felt perfectly safe behind the bar and away from the intoxicated male population. But she knew that it'd most likely get more difficult as the job progressed. They were, after all, just beginners.
Another man seated himself at the bar and faced the singer on stage so that Misao couldn't see his face. She didn't care much, just making sure he wasn't trying to get her attention to order something.
She heard someone shout and turned to see a man waving her over. He was surrounded by a group of his friends and they were smiling and beckoning her to them so she stepped closer. "May I help you?" She asked - being sure to keep her distance.
"Yeah, sure you can help us." The man leered at her and she frowned not quite understanding and then she felt someone grip her from behind and pull her back. His hands were covering her breasts and already trying to plunge their way down the front of her dress. She tried to wretch herself free, but that only seemed to help speed up her attackers mission.
Misao was scared, but then quickly she got ticked. No way in hell was this happening to her on her first night of work! Even if it was work she didn't want. She grabbed the man's hand and prepared to bite when all of a sudden his hands were quickly removed and she was dropped.
She stumbled and then straightened herself, panting and shaking, and turned to see what the hell happened.
She turned and nearly toppled over.
She was face to face with Aoshi Shinomori.
Her eyes widened, "Aos-"
She was cut off quickly when his hand went to her mouth and muffed the treasonous name from being uttered.
His icy eyes looked her square in the face.
A deadly warning.
Misao winced remembering the bit of information she forgot in her shock - His name's Kaine Akuda now! Dammit, Misao! You almost blew everything!!
"Makimachi," He looked down, "You might want to fix that."
Misao blinked confused and then looked down also. Her breasts were practically exposed to the world!! Misao's face flooded pink and she quickly rightened her dress and stood straight.
Her embarrassment turned to anger as she realized that he basically got a free show, "You pervert!" She hissed angrily at him and he ignored her.
"Well if this is how you thank me next time I'll make a point of it to let you handle the situation on your own."
Misao glared at him, "Just so you know the situation was perfectly under control!"
"Really?" He asked.
"Really." She informed him and with that she made to turn away when all of a sudden she was pulled back against the bar by her upper arms and a voice found itself into her ear, "How about now?"
Misao frowned and tried to wrench herself free but he had her locked in that position.
"Let go…please." Misao felt stupid and she blamed him - that asshole. What the hell was he thinking? Of course he was stronger.
He let her go. "If you can't escape that type of hold then you clearly wont be able to defend yourself against…a more firm grip…" He referred to her attack a few minutes ago.
Misao turned angrily towards him, "Okay, want do you want? Want me to say - Oh thank you great …Akuda-sama for saving my miserable life?"
"You need to take more time in your studies of martial arts, Misao. You're grandfather Okina wouldn't be pleased to know that all his hard work on you was to go to waste."
And with that he left.
Misao's mouth hung open as she stared after him. How the hell did he know her grandfather!?
"GET BACK HERE YOU!!!!" Misao yelled from behind her bar - but he was already gone and people were swarming and the music was blaring.
And there was still a question unanswered.
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AN: Dude!!! I updated!!! Yeah, I'm happy!! Anyways please read and review and thank you to all my reviewers because you absolutely rock!
Oh and by the way excuse the grammar and spelling errors if there are some - because I didn't reread all of my chapter!
Love you all!
Keito