A/N: YODLES! It is it, DG3, here to update the second Ch of this horrible, pointless, stupid fic!

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Thank you to all who reviewed by the way! I reallllllly appreciated it! hands everyone chewable vitamins shaped like Akito's head

Well in this ch be warned, it DOES involve certain types of situations in a certain type of dance club………..get my drift?

Well, read on and ENJOY!

Prescription For Disaster

CH2

The Consequences Of Urine Infested Java.

Ahh…What a beautiful night sky!

A shame really, that I could not be out there to enjoy it.

I unexpectedly had the urge to open my eyes wide in surprise, so I did.

Haven't I already had the same urge to go outside?

And didn't I have a solution?

I looked over to the small "McDonald" toy, which sat on my bed, he had giant eyes and was very furry. And he even lit up with pretty little lights sometimes! I think the Hatori Whore called it a "Furby".

Hence the name, Flufflies. Which I dubbed him. Which suits him. Says I.

Oh yes, I did get out. And had a entrancing time too…

Why not do it again tonight?

No one dared to stand in my way of course!

Akito Grin.

But! What was I to do? If I remember correctly, not many stores were open in the night.

So what could a teenage boy do at night?

The answer was a phone call away!

5 minutes later, I had finally found the phone and dialed the number. (Though I had to get some slave-servant person, I'm afraid that after getting cataracts, I don't see as well as I used to.)

One ring.

Why hasn't he answered yet!

Two rings.

Oh this was bloody maddening! ANSWER IT!

"Hello?"

Bwhaa! Success!

Gather up breath like Whore-Tori showed me anddd…

"Ahoy Ahoy, my precious cow."

Well? Who did you expect I was calling! Yuki!…..

Not a bad idea now that I thought about it.

How I craved to hear his pretty, eerie, girly voice!

But I suppose that my Haru will be fine for now.

I heard a quick intake of breath on the other line. Ha, it's a pain in the ass when that happens, doesn't it Hatsuharu?

"A…Akito-sama?" He asked in a trembling voice.

This is the kind of crap I'm still breathing for, so I can freak the hell out of people.

"Yes Haru, it is the all and powerful me."

There was a few seconds silence, and the cow finally thought of something to say.

"Is……..there something I can help you with?"

Ah! Bingo! The correct question to ask my dairy cow!

"Yes actually, I was wondering………..What do you do at night?"

Hmm, more silence from the other line of the phone. Maybe he wasn't as smart as I hoped?

"I sleep" He said simply.

Yes, definitely not as smart as I first anticipated, I mean, he is a cow after all. Smelly, foul, stupid creatures they are.

"Tee hee, such a comedian you are my cow! I mean what do you do for activity wise in town at night? Is that to hard to understand?" Dear me! That long sentence hurt my aching throat! Well, not as painful as it was when I was yelling at that Tohru female for Akito knows how long! Ugh………..the throbbing!

Oh, the cow was already talking to me.

"-ing off to yuki……and of course the main event is clubbing of course!"

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Clubbing?

….

What does he do, go around with a bat and club people do death!

….

Hmmm…interesting.

….

Hatsuharu just gained a bit more respect from me.

"So, you club people to death?" I inquired.

Silence.

Well answer me my minion!

"Um………not exactly….." He replied.

Not exactly? What is that supposed to mean?

"Like dance clubs, Akito-sama."

Oh!

Well this changes everything then, I suppose.

I've head of them before, as bizarre as it sounds. A gathering of idiots dressed oddly jump around to music and get sweaty……..and smelly. So very smelly.

It would piss Hatori Whore off so very, very much.

Akito Grin.

"I see," I replied to him after that thought, "Thank you cow." And with that, I hung up on him. I just adore doing that!

It was a perfect plan, going 'clubbing'.

First thing was first, I need clothing.

But alas, what type of clothing? It was supposed to be weird and in my case, slutty.

I made my way to my closet and looked inside to see if I saw any suitable clothing.

Kimono……..kimono…….under kimono………thong (that work nicely I suppose) and about 5 duplicates of the black pants and tops.

Sigh, but I wanted to wear something….

Fresh!

Flashy!

Club-ish!

I needed Hatori Whore!

Well, his dresser of clothes to be more specific.

So that is where I went off too! Of course, being myself, I had full rights to enter his room.

For I am Akito Sohma.

Fear me.

Once in Whore-Tori's room, I went straight to his dresser and opened the first drawer.

Hmm….Underwear, socks and sleep wear…….handcuffs.

Handcuffs?

….

This is one of those times where I just pretend I didn't see that, I think. (But of course, I confiscated them for my own personal use.)

On to the second drawer!

This one had a bit more choices in it!

I picked up what looked like a red and orange button-up flannel shirt, it looked rather………..fruity.

Ah! I think they call this a "Hawaiian shirt!" I smiled.

….

What was my bitch doing with a shirt like this?

I shrug the thought off and hang onto the shirt, it would work nicely.

I walked back to my room, not bothering to see if any of Whore-Tori's pants fit me, as I know that they won't. Unlike him, I have no body fat.

I called for another slave/servant person to dress me, and a few minutes later, I had my black pants on, my black sparkly thong that said, "Spank Me But Not To Hard" and Hatori Whore's fruity shirt, which was buttoned to my chin.

I looked into the full-length mirror.

And took a quick intake of breath, which caused me to become moderately dizzy.

Akito Glare.

I looked like Ayame with this florescent shirt buttoned up so high!

Damn those servant/slave people and their no fashion wisdom!

I struggled to open up the buttons, and after 5 minutes was able to undo the shirt.

I looked back into the mirror to admire my hard work. There I stood, my pale bony chest and midriff exposed. Which of course showed off most of my ribs, hips, and a few entrails.

Satisfied with my appearance, I slowly make my way to Whore Tori's office, where he's most likely sleeping, lazy ass.

Halfway there, I notice something sitting on one of the chairs in the hallway!

Dear me, it looked like Momiji's green girly hat!

….

….

Well, I'm supposed to look original if I'm going clubbing, right?

So, I stick it on my head.

Now, I am ready.

Akito Smirk.

Finally at my bitch's office, I find him starring outside the window.

Really, you're a freaking doctor; you would think you would do more intellectual stuff then that!

I had to resist the urge to demand him to come 'clubbing' with me.

And deep breath…..

"Hatori?" Damn, I hate that name, so plain, so un-rude! So un-me!

Hatori Whore spins around to look at me, where his jaw drops.

What? Is the hat too much?

"Is that my shirt?" He asks.

Out of all the things to ask, he asks if this is his shirt! Shouldn't he, as my bitch, ask if I'm cold! Damn him and his pretty eye! I would take the other eye out if I weren't dying!

"That is of no importance to you." I shot at him.

Finally, realizing his rudeness, stops starting at my pretty pale chest and stares at the floor.

Yes, I've trained my bitch well.

"I'm going out, expect me when I return." I said, and turned around to leave.

But of course, he has to talk again. Doesn't he ever shut up!

"Your going out again, Akito-sama?………In that?" I see him nod to my outfit.

Akito Glare.

"Yes. I am. I bid you goodnight." With that said, I slither out of the room and out into the night skies! Bwhaa!

Once I stepped outside, I was utterly happy that I did not have to squint this time. Bless the darkness!

Hmm…

I looked to the left.

I looked to the right.

….

Where was this clubbing place anyway?

….

That damn cow didn't even have the decency to tell me before he hung up on the all and powerful me! Akito Sohma!

He will pay!

Deciding that the best thing I could do was to walk into the main part of town, (Oh great, the dreaded 1 km walk!) I started to walk off into that direction.

45 minutes later, (Well look at that, I skimmed off 15 minutes from my last walk into town, who's the best? I'm the best!)

I looked at all the buildings that surrounded me.

…

…

Now what the hell do I do?

Before I could come up with a brilliant plan, a voice cut into my thoughts.

"Uh ohhh! Looks like you're a little looosttt! Mind if I help?" Said a rather girly male voice.

I spun around (Well not really, if I were to do that I would most certainly lose my balance and die. But go with me here.) and looked at the speaker.

Oh myyy! He looked exactly like my Yuki-chan! But his hair was blond. And he wore what looked like some sort of space suit………?

I smiled sexily.

I liked him already.

Oh I will make him my bitch.

Gather up breath.

"Yes you may, I'm going clubbing. But I'm afraid I've lost my way. Dreadful, is it not?" I said calmly to the man.

The man just giggled.

Okay so he was a little tad too fruity for my liking.

"Oh it's your lucky day mister! I'm going to my favoriteee club now! You wanna come along?"

….

Did I?

He was rather………queer.

But he did resemble Yuki dear.

I nodded.

The girly male jumped, then grabbed my hand and pranced off.

….

Remind me again why the hell I'm doing this?

Oh yes.

To piss off Hatori Whore.

It better damn well be worth it.

Thankfully it wasn't a long walk, and before I knew it, I was standing in front of a building with the words "Club Lube" lit up in bright purple.

Hm…

Something seemed wrong about this 'club'.

But I couldn't put my finger on it.

I ignored it though, nothing would dare harm me!

….Minus those 'few' illnesses I had.

So, departing from the Yuki-like man for the moment, I pushed past the men in the crowd and went up to the steps of the building, where a big, hairy, worrier type of man stood.

He smiled at me and winked.

I felt dirty.

And with dirty brings smelly.

I hate smelly things.

But he let me through the doors without a word, so I let it slide.

I'm starting to become too considerate, I know.

Once inside I was met with lights……

Oodles of florescent lights.

And what looked like a dance floor. (I'm guessing that was what it was, as a bunch of people were dancing there)

And of course exceedingly loud music.

Terrible music.

I myself enjoyed chamber music and folk.

But this sounded very……loud and vocal.

And of course, lots of men.

….

….

A surprising amount of men.

Very girly looking men….how upsetting.

……I am not a hypocrite.

Akito Glare.

Hmmmmm…..they all seem to be staring at me.

Almost…

Hungrily…..

….

Why were they staring at me as if I were a bun with a slab of meat in the middle!

This was starting to upset me.

But I ignored it for the time being, I was here to have a good time!

In the middle of the room sat what looked like some sort of bar, and I just realized how thirsty I was with all that frightful walking!

So, I decided to make a servant get me something to drink there.

I walked towards it and took a seat at the counter, beside an old man with graying hair who was smiling at me.

At least the men here were friendly.

That made me think…..

I hate friendly things.

Damn it to hell.

On the other side of the counter stood the first female I have seen here, she must be the servant.

"You, bring me coffee now." I demanded to her. I love being in control!

The woman winked at me, and handed me a glass of yellow looking water.

It reeked of urine.

Very smelly indeed.

"Here ya go sweet thing!" She said in the most manliness voice possible.

Holy crap.

The female was a male.

But, that still doesn't excuse the fact that it pissed in my java.

PISSED IN MY JAVA!

"Why does my coffee smell like bodily fluids?" I asked it, pushing the large glass back.

The male thing smiled back at me.

I'm taking the longest bath when I get back home.

"It's alcohol, sugar. 'Cause ya looked like you could use some, loosening up, if ya know what I mean honey." It replied back.

Did it just call me honey?

Was that some sort of sexual greeting?

I was going to yell at it and pull it's girly hair, but it had already moved away.

Damn that thing.

That's when it happened.

I was violated.

Someone grabbed my ass.

Well, technically there's only bone and some skin there. So my ass bone.

….Someone just grabbed my ass bone.

I quickly looked behind me and saw that same old man that was sitting beside me, grinning.

Ohhhhhhhh….I have never felt so outraged in my life.

….

Okay that was a lie. But I was still pissed off.

Oxygen and…

"Did you do what I think you just did!" I yelled, yes, yelled. I can sometimes manage to do that………Like that time with the annoying female Tohru.

The old pervert just nodded.

Akito Glare.

Good thing I was worn out from all the walking, or I would have beat up the pedophile.

Let me reword that, I would have demanded someone to beat him to a pulp.

Trying to keep my attention on something else and ignore the man, I pulled the yellow liquid towards and took a small sip.

That's where I blacked out.

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…

What! You actually expect me to have a high tolerance for this piss flavored water! HAVE YOU SEEN WHAT I LOOK LIKE!

Akito Glare.

I woke up sometime later and found myself in what looked like the bathrooms.

Sprawled out on the floor. The cold, hard, dirty and smelly floor.

My pants were gone for some reason, so my cold bottom was only clad in my black thong.

…

…

I heard wheezing and laughter behind me.

So what did you think I did?

I looked behind me.

There stood the old pervert, in his hands were my pants.

And he was smelling the crotch of them.

That was it. The end. No more for me. I reached the end of my rope……be gone with this shit.

I jumped up, (Yes you read that right, JUMPED!) and ran/crawled my way out of the bathroom, out into the dance floor, past the dance floor and men who were looking verrry lustfully at me, out the doors, and walked quickly back home.

30 minutes later, (Haha! Take THAT 1 km!) I was back at my precious front door, where I wasted no time into barging into.

Inside I was met with a completely freaked Whore Tori.

Akito Smirk.

Oh yes, had you worried didn't I? Bwha! Take that my bitch!

Then I realized that he was staring at my crotch.

I looked down and remembered that I only had on my black thong with the words "Spank Me But Not Too Hard"

Yes, Hatori Whore certainly did have a reason to be freaked about.

"Akito-sama! Where were you! What are you wearing!" He screamed.

Akito Glare. He DARE scream at moi!

Damn him.

I was going to yell at him, but I was totally out of breath. For Akito's sake, I freakin' JUMPED today! And walked fast! I have a perfectly good reason to be breathless!

But I managed to say something.

" I think I was at a gay bar." And with that I blacked out for a second time that day.

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At least I freaked out Whore-Tori.

Akito Smirk.

A/N: THE END!……………………………………

……………Of Ch 2!

Yes, sadly there will be more! Ducks frying pans

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DG3