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Fight Club part one

"You think she was kidding?"

"She looked serious to me."

Enishi sat on the couch staring at the chocolate kiss he put on the coffee table in front of him. This whole situation didn't add up. He asked her for a kiss and she…gave him one. What the hell was this supposed to mean. A lot of girls would've taken advantage of such a situation when he was the subject wanting to be kissed but…

"I think you're in for a big challenge with this weird girl." Kenshin snorted.

Enishi sighed and then his eyes narrowed and he asked Aoshi of who was trying to sneak back up to his room, "Classical music?"

(a sweatdrop forms on the back of Aoshi's head.)

"Care to explain?" Enishi asked folding his arms across his chest.

"Iie." Aoshi answered and tried to go back upstairs.

"If you would be so kind as to give me my CD's back. As I recall you tend to enjoy gothic music."

The problem happened to be that Aoshi had left his CD's at home. On the plane he had taken Enishi's CD player while he was taking another 'cat nap'. Aoshi had discovered classical music, the only thing Enishi had, despite his like for rock music on occasion. No, it wasn't Aoshi's favorite but it beat nothing. Kenshin listened to rock music as well but not really the kind Aoshi liked. He found it almost a step away from Emo which in his opinion wasn't really all that great and he liked the classical music better than that.

"Let me guess, you expect me to relax and let you take whatever you please from me without asking." Enishi said with a sarcastic expression on his face.

"Iie."

"So ka? You wouldn't like to keep them?" Enishi asked giving Aoshi a smile.

Aoshi knew his white haired friend was screwing with his mind so he didn't answer.

"Despite the fact that you know very well that one of the things that irritates the hell out of me is people taking my stuff without permission you did it anyway!" Enishi growled.

"You don't have to be such a dick about it." Aoshi grumbled and spun around planning to go back to doing whatever the hell he damn well pleased.

(The sound of pummeling as well as sleigh bells(for the frosty okashira) and the universal 'cat fight'(for our favorite white tiger friend) sound is heard)

Kenshin sweatdroped at the sight of a giant dust cloud with random arms coming out and smacking something. He sighed, his eyes going violet and let out a pathetic, "Oro?"

He then went into the kitchen to get some ice. A few moments later both Enishi and Aoshi were sitting on the couch with icepacks on their heads. The silence lasted for about ten seconds until Enishi growled, "And I'm still pissed off about that math thing."

"You didn't have enough credits in math, bakayarou." Aoshi growled.

Kenshin just shook his head and went back to the kitchen to make dinner, it would be ready in a while. Aoshi went upstairs and got Enishi's CD's for him. Afterwards the two tall guys started playing on the playstation 2 game console. Mortal Kombat, one of the sequals. Dinner came early at about five o'clock but Kenshin, in his violet eyed state, couldn't drag his two friends away from the gaming system so he put the food on trays and brought it into the den area. Outside all three of them heard a noise.

"We're gonna go clubbing."

"Anou...we just turned 17 this July. We're under age, we can't go into a club."

"We'll sneak you in. You're a shinobi, something I know for a fact, you could sneak in easily."

"But...we can't dance."

"That's why you should've gone to high school. You'll learn, the guy leads you."

All three of the boys stopped, a daikon radish halfway up to their open mouths. The radish fell right out of Kenshin's hachi. Aoshi and Enishi put their food down trying to process what they'd just heard. The three girls across the hall had just said they were going 'clubbing'. Enishi's lips curved upwards.

"Oh, they're just asking for it."

Aoshi had a smirk on his face. It was a tie between the two boys as to which had the bigger ego but when that look was on Aoshi's face he obviously thought what he wanted he was going to get veeeerrrrrry soon.

"This is going to be fun." Kenshin grinned his eyes flashing amber.

"Gensou! What are those?" Kaoru shrieked pointing at the short girl now decked out in a silver embroidered red halter (cut veery low and held up by two strings) and low-ride black jeans with a silver chain belt.

"Oh, we've always had those."

"They're…they're…they're…-" Kaoru stuttered.

"So cool!" Misao squealed.

"Misao! They're TATTOOS!" Kaoru shrieked.

"Actually they are illusionary symbols." Gensou giggled.

"How did you get those? Are they permanent?" Kaoru gasped out, clearly worried for her friend's sanity…not that it was in good condition anyway.

"Himitsu." Gensou smiled.

"Aaaaa! She's really gone overboard this time."

"Those are soooooo cool, all swurly and like." Misao admired.

"Misao!"

"Nani?" The weasel looking girl asked defensively.

Kaoru and Misao had already picked out there cloths. Kaoru was wearing a black slightly ripped, pleated skirt, with chains zig-zagging across her hips, and a shirt, And a tube top like shirt save that the 'sleeves' hanging down on her arms were made of chains, deep blue. Misao wore tight leather pants and a dark green shirt, the strings criss-crossing in the back everywhere with nothing beneath them. Gensou had daydreamed while shopping and wondered off into the book store. Her friends had gotten something her size and just took her home to change. Now, they all stood in the den of the dorm.

Kaoru soon dismissed Gensou's 'illusionary symbols' and sat both her and Misao down to do their make-up. Kaoru first did Misao, knowing she couldn't do her other friend with out the itachi girl's help. It was a deep sparkly green on her eyelids making her look pretty, long dark eyelashes accenting her porcelain skin. Now it was time for the hard part.

The insane girl fidgeted the whole time, not liking the way Kaoru was 'drawing on our face and putting that pencil thingy a little too close to our eye'. Misao had to practically hold the girl down while she kicked and growled, "Stop putting that crap on our face. It feels bad!"

In the end they managed to get the job done. Unfortunately there was quite the problem. 1. Getting Gensou not to rub her face. And 2. The make-up made her look a little…seductive. The dark sparkling red on her eyelids along with her long lashes, alabaster skin, dark red painted lips, and dark void like hair, sure, made her look pretty but, the irony was in the fact that Gensou didn't know her looks were naturally like that despite her small form. She didn't look at all like the regular, naïve, little Gensou that Kaoru and Misao knew.

Misao helped Kaoru due her hair up into a strange style where her hair was twisted back and stuck out in a cut feather like way. Kaoru looked at Misao's hair and started to complain, "Misao-chan, when was the last time you had a hair cut?"

"Last year I trimmed it, I haven't gotten a cut in a long time."

She told the girl to just leave it down because it would look strange put up in anything but a pony tail and that it was all wavy making her look gorgeous. Now for the hard part.

"Gensou-chan, let us due your hair." Kaoru practically purred at the girl.

"Iie. Leave our hair alone."

"Uk! You're going with your hair like that. How do you even get it into that style?"

"We twist it very tightly."

While the crazy girl was busy answering that Misao tackled her. Being a little bigger than the hebi girl (snake) helped quite a lot as the cackling Itachi sat her down on the couch and helped Kaoru take out her hair. Once the tie was out Gensou's hair began to unravel on it's own as if it disliked being twisted up so much. The two girls looked down on there friend with angry expressions.

"Gensou-chan, when was the last time you cut your hair?" Kaoru bit out.

"Sixth grade." The small girl beamed.

Gensou's hair now reached her ankles as she stared up, smiling happily at her two friends. The two sighed and got to work. They bobby pinned it back into a ponytail and managed to curl it, although it took forever.

"You guys look great! Time to go!" Misao chirped.

They ended up dragging Gensou out the door. Kaoru opened up a small pamphlet and began to read. It was a travelers guide. It told her where clubs were and such.

"How about this one…Blue Moon?"

"Sure." Misao grinned.

And off they went, leaving Etsuya behind with Daisuke, the boa constrictor.

Three young men were now walking behind three young women; all on there way to go dancing…only said women didn't know this yet. None of the guy's had gotten close enough to get a good look at the girls but they'd heard the unmistakable voices and followed that. All determined that this time, they'd make the girls beg for them...like they and the other majority of Hokkaido's single girls should.

All of a sudden the hebi musume stood up and began walking normally.

"What do you think that means?" Kenshin asked.

All of them stayed quiet as they approached the club, the music could be heard easily from a quarter mile away. They stood there and looked at the place and the people going in.

"Are they crazy?" Aoshi asked monotonously.

"Well, one of them is."

The people going into the club, some not as well dressed as others, didn't look like a happy bunch. In other words there were more than a few gang members in the crowd. They stood back for a few seconds and saw the girls get lost in the mass of people. Looking at each other a little uneasily, the boys decided to follow with two things now on there mind. 1. Get the girl. 2. Make sure that no one killed said girl before hand.

They pushed past a lot of people to get to the front, once there asking for permission to enter. The bouncer eyed them suspiciously before looking over at there state of dress.

Aoshi wore a nice black sweater and a pair of black pants. Kenshin was wearing dark cargo pants and a long sleeve, almost dress like shirt, the cuffs and buttons on the front mostly undone. Enishi wore Black cargo pants, loosely clenched up on his waist with a studded belt, with a navy cat-suit like shirt on. The bouncer let them enter. Once inside, the smell of liquor and sweat assaulted them.

The lights beamed everywhere, all different colors. There were a large amount of people on the dance floor all dancing to club music (isn't it like techno or something?). They decided to sit down for a while and survey the area for the three girls. A lot of women ran towards them and sat down in the booth that the boys occupied. The three weren't happy and tried to ignore the squealing group of whose hands were tugging on them to get them to come to the dance floor.

Enishi finally spotted them, walking through the people on the dance floor, searching for someone to ask…save the red eyed one. He didn't think someone could look so confused. He liked her shirt, the halter top that didn't have a back and was tied in place with a string, glittering dark red, matching her eyes and make-up, making her look far more grown up.

"There." He pointed at them.

With that said all of them got up to get to the girls, of who now had split up in different directions.

This was all part of the plan. A plan that Kaoru wasn't so at ease with. Gensou had said she knew for a fact that someone was following them even though the other girls didn't. Misao suggested they split up to make there unknown enemies think they were safe and when they came, to knock 'em out. Gensou had looked at the dance floor and said, "Oh, that's what that thing is for."

Both the girls had face vaulted at that. She'd obviously been in clubs that were more bar-like and seen the floor as just a strange place without a purpose.

Now Kaoru was alone, and many people were bumping into her making it very hard to move. She suddenly felt arms snake around her waist from behind and yelped, trying to kick there owner. Who ever he was he was fast enough to dodge and sort of move her around so as to not get hit again no matter how many times she tried to whack him.

"Relax, I just want to dance." She heard a familiar voice whisper in her ear.

Chills crawled down her spine, trying to think where she'd heard it. She almost wanted to shout for help but realized that who ever it was #1 wasn't going to give up that easy, and #2 wasn't really doing anything bad. Hell, she was at a club, she was supposed to dance. She could take a break from finding her stalkers, the ninja and the shinobi were better at that type of thing anyway. She relaxed in her dance partners arms and gave out a content sigh. After a while he pulled her closer…and closer…and now he was breathing down her neck. Kaoru feeling a little light headed, especially with his hands now wrapped, criss-cross against her hips.

That small realization snapped her out of her little fantasy and she almost screamed, stiffening up immediately and trying to rip free from her seducer's grasp. This only caused him to tighten his hold.

"Now where are you going?"

Misao, all of a sudden, didn't think her mastermind plan was so good anymore. She couldn't feel anyone following her and was soon becoming convinced that her psychotic friend had made this all up just to run away. She was now nearing the bar, hoping that someone'd be stupid enough to buy her a drink. She was just about to sit down when a hand lashed out from, seemingly, no where, catching her wrist, and yanked her forcefully into the man's warm chest, just before hearing a loud crash.

The first thing that crossed Misao's mind that was this person holding her, smelled strongly of green tea and incense. Her second thought that, whoever he was, he better haul his ass outta this club or she'd kick it herself. But she heard laughing behind her and saw that the bartender was totally wasted and he'd knocked over a tower of shot glasses right where she'd been. Blushing she turned around to thank her rescuer but when she saw him…

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"Your welcome." He answered stoically.

"You're the ones that were following us, I knew Gensou-chan wasn't lying." She fumed.

"…"

"Never mind, KECHO GIRI!" Misao shouted attacking him for daring to stalk her and her friends.

He blocked that and said calmly, "If you're trying to assult me it is a poor attempt."

"I've been taking Kempo lessons since I was 4 you bastard, that was just a warm up!" Misao shouted.

Of course she failed to mention that her grandfather stopped training her at 6 because he thought she needed to be a normal girl. Misao let off a series of kicks and punches of which her opponent dodged with the greatest of ease. He caught her leg when she tried to round kick him but he caught it and yanked her forward, his hips now between her thighs.

"Let go of me!"

"No."

Misao tried to punch him but he turned and caught it. To any on looker it looked as if they were dancing.

"KANSATSU TOBIKUNAI!" Misao threw a few before trying to claw at him with the others.

To her surprise, he countered with his own set, knocking hers away, and blocking her fist. Misao froze and stared at him as the lights and music blared around them

"You're a ninja?"

then came the shouting.

Gensou had walked around a bit to find her pursuers, but soon got bored and went to hang out by the bar. She looked at the knocked out bartender and smiled happily, hopping on the other side of the counter and getting out whatever the hell she wanted before hopping back on the other side. Pouring herself out some strange concoction that not even her best friend Sanosuke would drink down.

After becoming slightly tipsy she began to rock back and forth on her heels until…she stopped. Looking down she realized that her belt had gotten caught to the bar. Reaching down with chain arm-warmers on her hands, she attempted to untangle herself from the metal twisted edge of the bar, that decorated it with intricate designs, slightly trancing her like a shining object does a small child.

She got her hands caught.

Stepping forward onto the metal bar beneath the counter she attempted to pull herself out in her drunken daze. Losing balance her foot slid in between the wood and the metal footrest. Performing the same trick the girl just managed to get her other leg stuck.

Gensou was now leaning away, grunting and trying to pull herself out, forming a very comical scene, especially when she began huffing and puffing from her physical exertion.

She could now only wiggle and squirm, having lost all control over her appendages. Biting her deep red lips she put her genius mind to getting out…but she was still thirsty and wanted some 'juice' as she always referred to anything she drank. Leaning down, she put her lips to the straw she'd struck into the weird drink she'd made. After the burning liquid entered her she began tofeel a little dizzy, giggling giddily.

"Hey there sweet thing." A man laughed as he wrapped his arms around her waist, sliding his hands into her shirt.

Gensou turned around with a 'huh?' look on her face, before frowning at the position the man had caught her in. Reluctantly the intoxicated girl decided to bend her pride and asked, "Could you help us out of this."

The man laughed his dark eyes flashing with amusement as he ran his hands upward saying, "No, I kinda like you this way."

The insane girl's eyes went from narrow to wide as the thought 'he should not touch us there' came to mind. She frowned, understanding of the situation dawning on her.

"It would be in your best interest if you let go."

"Oh, really and what are you going to do if I don't listen to you honey?"

"We'll get angry."

"Hahaha, that should be fun."

"Let go of us!"

The man didn't loosen his grip.

"We said, LET GO OF US!" Gensou shouted.

The man's hands squeezed and the small girl let out a scream of surprise and horror. Confused and scared she whimpered and attempted to shrink away. There was a loud wallop and the pressure of her tormentor fade away.

"Did you not hear the girl?"

Peaking her eyes open her vision flew to the back of the head of the man in front of her…mostly because its shock snow color had caught her attention. Still scared and not able to hold in the fear, she used the inhuman strength that usually came with insanity, letting out a small sound before yanking a significant amount of the edge of the counter, before disappearing.

After hearing the scream and recognizing the voice Kaoru felt her stomach flip. The shriek didn't sound right coming from her friend. Trying to yank away so suddenly she could feel the man behind her tense and pull her in. Pleading she spoke, "That was my friend."

To her surprise her dance partner walked in front of her with worried violet eyes asking, "Which one ojou-dono?"

"You!" Kaoru was red in the face and pointing at the short man with conviction.

Another shriek was heard and Kaoru forgot all about the guy in front of her, running in the direction of the sound. Ducking in and out of the maze of bodies in front of her the college students made there way quickly to the scene only to find that her friend was gone…along with a large portion of the lining of the bar.

"Enishi-san, what happened?" The red head beside the girl inquired as he jogged up to his friend.

"What the hell does it look like?" The white haired man sneered.

"You against 12 others for no apparent reason." The stoic voice of the man behind Kaoru stated causing her to spin around, squealing when she saw Misao and ran to hug her.

After the embrace they turned back to the situation and saw an apathetic look on Enishi's face, as he looked over for his shoulder, staring at the maimed edge of the bar.

"That viper was there a minute ago." He stated monotonously before facing the other men.

He'd apparently hit the boss of a gang and was in for it.

"Let's take this outside." Aoshi said to the others before slipping through the crowd silently and gracefully, Misao hot on his tail as was Kenshin, Enishi, and Kaoru. The men chased them out the back door until they entered a deserted alleyway.

Darkness shrouded the features of the gang members before everyone's eyes adjusted to the lack of light. Off to one side were a few broken metal pipes, trash can's lining the damp left wall a little further down the left wall, a corroded balcony and ladder up on the right, the dim flickering of a half burnt out streetlight that served more as a distraction than a help. The whole alley was tilted on both sides, going inward to the drainage hole in the center. The dank smell of wet trash could be smelled down the whole place between two buildings.

Kenshin stepped forward, the eyes of a pacifist on his face, staring at his adversaries, "I suggest everyone walk away from this fight or my friends and I will be forced to take action, that we will."

"We want to, but we want to beat the shit outta you more." The leader, a man with black eyes, dark green tinted hair, a smug expression on his face.

"Well your out of luck then, aren't you." Enishi let out a wry laugh.

"Shut up fag!"

Now that got Enishi angry and he set forward only for Aoshi's hand to clamp down on his shoulder.

"Don't do anything rash."

Before any of the guys could do anything, two small figures appeared before them and demanded to their enemies, "Just what the hell have you done with Gensou!"

"What? The red eyed chick?" The man grinned maliciously laughing, "I got that little snake tied up in the back of my van. She's gonna make a cute play thing, dontcha think?"

"You bastard!"

Kenshin and Aoshi reached forward and caught Misao and Kaoru before they could get themselves hurt.

"Her scream was kinda cute, I guess I'll be hearin' a lot mor'a that." He laughed.

And with that said, Kaoru and Misao managed to break loose from the confines of the guys' arms and launched themselves at the gang of men.

Gomen nasai, I'll update sooner. Domo Arigato Gosaimasu mina! The reviews are great very muchly so.