Title: Boys Days In or Out?

Authoress: Ladya C. Maxine

Rating: T

Summary: see chapter one

Warnings: some language at the end of this chapter

Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade or any of its characters. Any and all unrecognizable characters belong solely to me and are not to be touched. I am not making any money off of this and write with the sole intention to entertain.

A/N: I've always known that Bryan's (generally accepted) last name was Kuznetsov, not Kutnezsov. I can't really explain why I used the latter, but to be brief it was all an inside joke I was having with a friend of mine. For those of you who know Dutch, here's a hint: What do the first three letters of Kutnezsov spell? Yeah. Being part Dutch explains everything. In any case, the joke has run dry and so I 'corrected' Bryan's name.

Despite the fact that he had managed to goad Bryan into accompanying them onto the dance floor, Kai was losing some of his superior confidence as Ata tugged them towards the edge of the large group of bouncing people. Yes, bouncing people. He could have been grateful that no one was grinding and gyrating their hips in that morbid mating dance he had once seen Ata perform, but seeing everyone simply jumping around was almost as disturbing. Still, they were all laughing and seemed to be enjoying it, as stupid as they all looked.

"You're in luck!" Ata shouted over the voices and music, as if having read his thoughts. "This is beat music. Meaning you don't have to do the mating dance!...Yet!"

They hadn't even made it half-way in when another patron stopped them. He was presentable enough, as in not yet drunk, and probably a year or two older than them.

"Join us!" he said loudly, pointing to a group of teenagers who waved back enthusiastically.

Ata intervened before either he or Bryan could decline. Well, he would have just declined (with a glare), but Bryan had already taken a step back. Kai caught him by the arm.

"Going somewhere?" he taunted. "Getting cold feet?"

"The only cold thing in here will be your dead body if you ask me that again."

"Empty promises, Kuznetsov."

"Here's your chance, Kai," Ata said, following the teen back to his pack. "Dancing aside, the other half of the bet was meant to find you someone."

Clearly, Bryan had not been informed on this. Not that it would wreck his evening or anything.

"Getting desperate, Hiwatari? You could have just put an add in the paper."

"Now it's your turn to shut up."

A hand suddenly appeared between the two and they stared at it before looking up to find the guy who had invited them over. Now this close Kai could make out his features better. He had dirty-blond hair tied back in a sloppy ponytail but his persona gave off a friendly aura. And Kai was good at judging people since he had to deal with countless business- and trade-partners over the past years. Add in the light green eyes and the laid-back grin and Kai decided that he might as well get this over with and actually try to…be nice. He accepted the hand in greeting.

"Luka Baban," the teen said, apparently introducing himself. "Can't believe I'm shaking hands with a world champion beyblader. And here I was thinking that tonight wasn't going to be anything special."

"Kai Hiwatari," he replied, though it wasn't particularly necessary seeing as he was obviously known. Behind Luka he could see Ata already socializing with Luka's companions, laughing and swaying with them as if they were life long friends.

"Bryan Kuznetsov," Luka grinned, turning to the falcon who did not return the earnest smile. "Is it true that you are an expert in hunting knives?"

"What if I am?" Bryan asked with a suspicious tone. Kai had to admit that he was surprised that the Falborg blader was still here. Then again, Bryan had no choice since he wouldn't (yes, Kai had to say it) dare to be left alone in a place like this.

'He's really out to prove me wrong about him being afraid,' he thought with a smirk.

"My father makes them for a living," Luka said, accepting a drink that had been handed to him from one of his buddies, passing two bottles of beer to his audience who accepted it. "You familiar with Basko?"

And then a space ship fell out of the sky. Actually, it didn't, but something just as out of this world happened. Bryan…looked interested.

"That's where I get all my knives from," he informed.

Things just got weirder from there on as the pale teen actually became engaged in a conversation. Sure, it was about the sharpness of blades and how well they sliced flesh from bones, but Bryan never spoke so well with strangers and Kai found himself studying his friend as he sipped at his drink, waiting for the mind-controlling alien to climb out of Bryan's ear and let out a triumphant laugh.

Something slumped against his back and he stiffened but the familiar flash of red calmed him and he raised a brow at Ata though tilted his head in Bryan's direction. Ata glanced over and released a disbelieving laugh.

"Kai! I can't believe you let Bryan find someone before you!"

"He does look rather attractive."

"Yeah, I actually have a things for blond."

"I was talking about Bryan."

The two shared a good laugh at that, catching Bryan's attention and he glared doubtfully at them but they merely waved back innocently, making him simply glare. Luckily, Luka mentioned something about a new line of flexible blades his father was designing and Bryan was once more into the discussion.

"Come on, Kai. This is, after all, your night. Let's get started."

"With what?"

"Dancing. I'll teach you the basics and we'll see if you will reel anyone in."

"More like scare off any potential catches."

"We're both good sportsmen; we welcome challenges, no?"

If Ata were to grin any wider his face would split in two. Taking the half-empty beer bottle from Kai and handing it to one of the group's members along with his, he grabbed Kai's hand and moved back to the dance floor. A few others followed, joking and hooting as the song changed to a fast beat. A collective whoop of approval resounded off the shiny walls and the lights began a mad flickering, all of which made the crowd even rowdier. Bodies began to jump around, twisting and turning in a crazy looking dance. Some people were really getting into some serious dancing but most were just goofing off.

Kai Hiwatari did not goof off.

"This is a night club, Kai," Ata's voice whispered in his ear. "You stick out like a sore thumb when you don't go insane. The only person holding you back is yourself."

And soon they were in the crowd. Any chance of escape was now truly gone.

Finding a spot amidst the bodies, Ata turned to him and winked, and joined in with the rest. Many around him turned, eager to dance with the attractive redhead but he waved them off, wrapping an arm around Kai's shoulder to prove that he already had a dance buddy.

'Oh my God, I can't do this!' Kai thought, realizing just how deeply he had stepped in it for the first time. 'I'm just not designed to have fun like this. I'm going to make a fool of myself.'

Wait, isn't that what Ata had warned him against? Everyone here was bouncing around. That seemed to be the whole point of this dance. But…

"Are you going to let Bryan beat you at clubbing, Kai?" Ata threw out the challenge even though he was locked in a dance-off with another guy beside him, the two doing the most outlandish moves in an attempt to out-do the other, laugh when the other gained the upper hand.

Be beaten by Bryan? He'd rather marry Tiffany!

Taking a deep breath, he decided to try and duplicate the general movement of the crowd, which was basically hopping from one foot to the other with some slight movement of the hips. If Bryan were to ever see him…

No sooner had he made the first move when he suddenly lost sight of Ata as another dancer appeared before him, pointedly looking at him with a smile. A man older than Luka but just as attractive with a piercing in his left ear.

"Decided to finally join in?" he shouted. "About time!"

Had this guy been watching him? Waiting on him?

Ata danced by, leading a rambunctious line of people in conga-like fashion. He saw the two and Kai swore he had never, ever seen a smile as bright as the one the redhead gave him. Honestly, Ata approved of the strangest things.

"Go get him, tiger!" his best friend said, soon disappearing into the crowd, his followers singing loudly to the music.

Kai couldn't help but laugh at the scene. Wait, was he actually loosening up?

"Come here often?" the man asked. Though they were now dancing together he kept a respectful two feet between them. James should take some lessons from him.

"First time."

Ata would be proud. Here he was, voluntarily having a conversation with a perfect stranger. Ha! At least Bryan didn't have that on him anymore! Hm, no wonder people never believed him when he claimed that he and the falcon were close friends. They spent more time insulting and trying to out-do each other that their relationship bordered on peer rivalry. But that was just on the surface. Though he'd never admit it out loud, especially to Bryan (oh the irony), he liked…fine, fine, loved being in the taller boy's company, as trying as it could be at times.

"No kidding! You got the right moves, buddy. But try this!"

The man gave a quick spin before beginning more beat-oriented steps, flowing smoothly with the music. Giving the bluenette a boasting smile, he held his arms out in a your-turn manner.

It could have been his stubbornness to complete the bet. It could have been the idea of not being defeated by Bryan. It could have been the fact that Ata had never smiled so brightly at him before. It could have the been the music. It could have been the atmosphere. It could have been the drinks. It could have been all those things put together, but right now Kai believed it was because he was actually beginning to like this rather insane dancing.

He copied the man. Not with the exact smoothness, but he managed it none the less, earning an applause from those around them as well as his dancing partner. His competitive nature couldn't help feeling proud to have accomplished it and the guarded mask he always wore in public had now slipped enough to grant the man a thank-you smile and they continued with their dance, him picking up new and more complicated moves as the minutes went by. Soon enough he was surprised to find his shirt beginning to cling to him with sweat. Who would have thought that dancing was such a work out?

The songs went on, the beats changing from frantically mad to steady every time. Before he knew it, Kai discovered that the space between them had closed as his partner, who had identified himself as Filip, had stepped forward. An arm wrapped itself around his waist and he froze for a moment.

"You okay?" Filip asked, startled at the sudden change in his demeanor.

"Hands," he said simply.

He couldn't help mourning the idea that Ata hadn't fallen for this guy instead of that lech from America; Filip accordingly withdrew his hands.

"Sorry. It's just the dance."

Funny, Kai could had sworn that he could always keep his liquor. So what possessed him to do what he did next if not the few drinks he had had prior to dancing? At least he managed to make it sound like a dare; Stepping forward, since Filip had stepped back, he wrapped his arms around the man's neck and…smiled coyly. Yeah, he had to be drunk. Either that or Ata had finally managed to bring him over to the Other Side.

"If you say so."

They danced on. Every once in a while he'd catch glimpses of Ata, always dancing with someone else. Sometimes with women, but mostly with men. At one point the redhead had strutted over with another patron and joined Kai and Filip as the music picked up once more.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to usurp me as the team's clubber extraordinaire!"

"You've created a monster!" he joked back.

"Where on earth did you learn that?" Ata laughed, tapping him on his hips which were swaying in sync with Filip's, who was behind him.

"At my private dance school!" the man joined in.

He had never envisioned himself in a club, dancing and laughing in a large crowd with a total stranger, and enjoying himself too. It was just too different an experience to fully understand. The only true freedom he had ever felt was when he was blading. While beybattling he would feel totally liberated off all his responsibilities and worries. When focused on guiding Dranzer he felt like nothing else mattered. And, scarily enough, he was feeling the same way now. No one cared what he was doing. No one cared who he was. No one cared whether or not he was upholding the family name. All they cared for was that he attributed to this wild sphere. And that, he realized, was what made being here worth it. For once he could just be a normal teenager instead of some powerful soldier or heir to his grandfather's fortune.

To Kai's great amazement, he caught a glimpse at the time on Filip's watch (seeing as the man's arm was around his waist once more). It couldn't be! Was it already 4.00 a.m.? They had headed out for the dance floor at midnight: had he really been dancing none-stop for four hours! Turning around to look for Ata he found that the redhead had disappeared back into the crowd. A tap on his shoulder made him turn to find a paper being offered to him by Filip.

"I'm afraid I've got to get going. Got to work later in the day. Here's my number, in case you're interested."

Looking at the small slip of paper, Kai took it after a slight hesitation. Filip laughed.

"I'm not trying to get into your pants, Kai. But I'd like to meet up with you again. It's up to you."

Looking up through his bangs, he shrugged with a small smile.

"I'll think about it."

That's it. He had just broken all previous records. Nothing could make this night any more a-typical in his life.

"If anything, I hope I'll see you back here. You're the best dance buddy I've had in a long time. And best looking one too!"

His mistake. Now he had just broken all records: he blushed. Nothing drastic, but if any of his friends' ever found out that the great Kai Hiwatari had just blushed at the compliments of some random guy then they'd probably go into catatonic shock…Heh, where's Bryan when you needed him?

"See you around then?" Filip asked, holding out a hand.

"You never know," he answered, shaking it though he was pulled in a hug and felt lips give him a peck on his cheek.

"You never know," Filip parroted, winking. Giving a parting pat on the bluenette's back, he nodded and stepped past Kai.

Still stunned, Kai turned, watching as the man disappeared into the crowd. He also noticed that the crowd had thinned out a bit; other people were also calling it a night or had decided to make a final stop at the bar for a drink. Nonetheless, the dance floor was still full enough for him to not see the approaching figure until it was standing right in front of him.

"Where the hell have you been all night?" Bryan asked, taking in his partially disheveled appearance.

Kai was still too taken back by the small kiss that he didn't even notice the fact that the falcon didn't seem to be as spiteful towards the place as he had been upon entrance. Blinking, he looked over at his tall friend who frowned.

"Are you drunk?"

"I just spent the past four hours dancing with a guy named Filip and he gave me his number and kissed me good bye."

Bryan seemed to filter all that out save for one word.

"Dancing? You actually danced! Shit! I missed it!"

"What were you doing then?" he asked, tapping his foot to the beat.

"That Luka guy was okay. He was telling me about the hunting expeditions he and his father went on. Plus he said he'd send me a custom made knife as a 'thank you' for winning the championships last year, so you can expect a package at the hotel soon."

Bryan being so vocally active was almost as bizarre as Kai dancing.

The music was still going and a lot of people were still dancing and the adrenaline was still flowing through his veins, so Kai gave the lavender-haired blader a teasing look.

"If my memory serves me correctly, I could have sworn you said something about not being too afraid to dance."

"So what? Are you going to teach me, Tinker-toes?"

"As a matter of fact…"

"…Don't you dare."

"You owe me many broken vases."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Chicken."

Bryan growled, but didn't counter. Bingo.

"It's actually fun," Kai said and listening to the music he found the beat and soon began to dance once more.

Bryan froze.

"What the f-!"

"Try it!" Kai laughed at the wide lavender eyes. "One dance, Bry, and I'll forget about all the debts you owe me for damaged properties."

The nickname they only used when at complete ease around each other had its effect, but Bryan decided to add something, seeing as this was his reputation at stake.

"How about a Playstation2?"

Kai rolled his eyes.

"Then you'll have to dance through two songs," he bargained.

Bryan considered this.

"And ten new games. Rating not a factor."

The stakes were set.

"Deal. Now come on!"

Ian was really going to regret not being there to see his friend and tormentor actually sway to music. Hell, even Spencer, who was always on good terms with everyone on the team, would have laughed himself an accident at the mere idea. But, despite all odds, there were two of the most feared Demolition Boys on the dance floor.

"Screw everyone else!" Kai shouted over the heavy trance-music that now blared when Bryan kept holding back. "If it helps, think of it as one hell of a work-out!"

He tugged on his shirt, showing the dark stains of sweat that had seeped into the thin material.

God almighty! Bryan was dancing. Bryan Kuznetsov, the trained assassin and most sadistic blader on the planet, was actually moving to a beat. It took a few minutes, but then the moment of truth finally dawned: those narrow hips swung.

"Where on earth is Ata!" Kai laughed. "He has got to see this!"

"Haven't seen him since you guys left the group," Bryan answered. Whether he was beginning to feel the freedom Kai found in dancing or not, the falcon seemed surprised that he hadn't burst into flames or something and was now matching Kai's steps.

"We aren't leaving this place until he sees this!" Kai insisted. "I'm going to look for him! Stay here!"

"And dance alone!"

No sooner had the words left Bryan's mouth that Luka appeared, at first dancing with one of his friends in a crazy swing but he soon spotted the two teens and came over.

"I thought you said you didn't dance!" he said to Bryan.

"He's a great dancer," Kai assured, winking at Bryan who flipped him off. "Can you keep an eye on him while I go find our friend?"

"No problem!" Luka said, all too happy to be the designated dance partner.

"He likes to get close during slow songs so don't hesitate," Kai added just as he slipped away though he could still hear Bryan loudly damn him to Hell though Luka's grateful laugh and the music soon enveloped the words.

Kai smiled/smirked as he moved through the dancers, again surprised to not find himself wishing to kill those who tried to get him to join them, though he did shoot one too adventurous man a warning glare when he felt a hand slap him on the rear. He wasn't that into the whole clubbing happening.

'Yet,' a new voice, his party side, added.

He finally made it off the dance floor and found himself back at the mile-long bar. Or, at least, a section of it. It was more crowded than he had expected: obviously, more people had stopped dancing to drink, instead of go home. As he searched the area for his redheaded team mate Kai was strangely pleased to see that Filip had not slipped off to drink. Actually meeting a decent person in a night club? Who would have thought it?

Humming to the particular song being played, Kai navigated his way through the other clubbers, merely smirking off the whistles and cat-calls that some of them threw his way. One man even stopped him to offer him a drink and instead of glaring the man into a whimpering pile, as he would have done a few hours ago, Kai only shook his head and told the man maybe next time. The man nodded eagerly, wished him a good time and went back to the bar. Treating people civilly really did get your message better across. He had learned yet another new thing. He should keep that in mind.

And then, everything was brought to one ear-gratingly screeching halt.

Kai stopped in his tracks and blinked. Then once more. Finally, he rubbed his eyes, blinked and then stared one final time. But there was no mistaking who was there. That ego-centric smile. The handsome face. That slime ball smile.

James. James of America.

Leaning against the shadowy side of a pillar, Kai glared at the profile of the man who stood at the end of the bar, talking and smiling his greasy smile to a bartender who was loading a tray full of drinks. Beside the American was a teenaged boy who couldn't be older than Kai, laughing along with everything the man said.

A sinking feeling started to form at the pit of his stomach and the carefree sensation that had taken a hold of him that night slipped away into the darkness as he felt the flames stir within. The longer he watched the man, the greater the hate grew. Despite the cool breeze of the air conditioner vent above him, Kai felt the heat beginning to rise to the surface of his skin. But that was nothing to the blaze that engulfed his eyes when, when the bartender turned away to get something, James quickly leaned in a dealt the teenager a deep kiss, his hand going down to give the denim-covered ass a small pinch. The teen jumped and though Kai couldn't hear them at this distance he saw the boy giggle and blush as James whispered something to him. The man smoothly hid his public misdemeanor when the bartender turned back to his customers, oblivious of what had just happened.

Despite the cool blue hue of the club, Kai's vision went red.

The teen took up the tray, burdened with drinks, and followed James who paid the bartender before making his way to the back of the club. They were soon out of sight. Or they would have been, had Kai not decided to follow. Abandoning the cover of the shadows, he weaved through groups of clubbers, now too intent on his target to even notice when any of them hailed him though none approached as his dark look dissuaded even the most inebriated. Once again, the world and all his worries faded, but this time only because his mind was calling for blood shed.

This was it. This was exactly what he had both desired and feared. This was the proof he needed to show Ata that this man was nothing but a liar. He also feared how this would affect Ata, but the stirring in his chest had grown to a rumble and he was not in the right state of mind to weigh the pros against the cons. Right now, killing James was one giant pro.

Before him, the two walked on, oblivious to their stalker. They passed the dance floor as well as the lounges, walking around a sectioned-off wall. Kai couldn't recall Ata mentioning it but he soon found out what was shielded back here. The sounds coming from behind the many closed doors were more than subtle enough and he scowled. Did his grandfather know about what was going on back here? He doubted it: His grandfather had always voiced his disgust concerning brothels and prostitutes, swearing that if he could he'd use his wealth to wipe every single last one of them off of the planet.

Right now Kai wanted to do just that, but the target of his ire were not the women (and couple of males) who were being paid to gratify the men, but the one man who had reached the end of the hall by now and was opening a door, stepping back to allow the boy into the room before stepping in and closing the door behind them.

'That filthy, perverted, ass-kissing, cradle-robbing son of a bitch!'

All sounds of pleasure were overpowered by the sound of blood rushing through his veins as he walked down the dark hall, eyes intent on the last door. The closer he got the louder the roaring flow sounded. By the time he reached his destination the rumbling in his chest had become painful but he didn't care.

His vision was bleeding crimson.

His mind was demanding retribution.

His heart was aching with betrayal.

This was what had caused such tension between him and Ata? This is the man who had stolen such a precious thing as first love from one of the two people he loved the most? This was the man that had touched and kissed his Ata in dark corners, just as he had the teen that was now in there with him? This low life dared to string Ata along! To play with his heart!

The wood made a satisfying crunch as his heel connected with the door, smashing the whole thing in, banging it loudly against the wall. He heard the crack of the doorknob shattering the relentless wall and the groan of the hinges. And the surprised gasps that came from within.

Too taken off guard to move, James and the teen looked up from where they had made themselves comfortable on the bed. Both had already discarded their shirts and James pants were down as if he had just been removing them though both were tangled in each other, the teen pinned beneath the American who looked both guilty and outraged at the intrusion. However, after some squinting, the handsome face took on a bemused…then an amused expression.

"Fancy seeing you here. I thought you weren't the party-type."

Both shivered when the dark room was plunged into even deeper gloom as the words ignited the flame in the crimson eyes.

"I owe you a painful retribution," he snarled, cracking his knuckles.

He was finally granted the satisfaction when the smile disappeared and James got to his knees, though he was still on the teen, who was studying the intruder with scared eyes.

"Who's that?" he whispered to James, clutching the man's waist. "What does he want?"

James swallowed nervously.

"I-I'm n-n-not su-sure."

"Let me enlighten you. You seem to be very familiar with a dear friend of mine. A redhead named Tala…?"

Just as he had suspected; the man hadn't known of his friendship with the wolf. The brown eyes widened and James made a strange choking sound.

He took a step into the room. Nothing was going to stop him now. No more manners. No more protocol. No more Bryan. James was now at his mercy and unfortunately for the man, he had left it at home.

Dranzer Demon shrieked with delight as it could practically taste its next victim. For once, Kai was going to willingly give the satanic beast what it so constantly demanded.

"I should have done this from the moment you made a move on me…"

"…Kai?"

His breath caught in his throat and his eyes widened. The rage that had been building inside him went up in smokes and Dranzer Demon painfully resided.

'No! Please, don't let it be…!'

He turned.

Standing in the open doorway, bright blue eyes taking in the scene with incomprehension, Ata was shaking his head slowly, unsure of who to look at or who to address.

"Ata…" he stepped forward but his friend had fixed his slowly tearing eyes on James who paled even more.

"Tala? W-what are you doin-doing here?" he stuttered, belatedly pulling up his pants and jumping off the teen who was now too confused to even speak. "I-You said that you were going to Moonshine."

Ata only stared at him for a long time.

And then his face hardened into a blank expression.

"So that explains it, then?" he asked, voice strained.

Movement behind him brought Bryan onto the scene. The pale eyes gleamed sharply when they saw James standing in the middle of his room, shirtless with the buttons of his pants undone. The falcon then looked over at Ata, seeing the growing ache in the blue eyes and a light went off in the tall teen's own pair.

Ata didn't take notice of the newcomer, watery eyes still staring straight ahead.

"That just explains everything, doesn't it, James? You didn't think that I'd still be here, so you thought it was safe to bring your latest toy here for some fun, huh?"

"Uh…It's like this…"

"You goddamn selfish bastard!"

For some reason, that offended James of America.

"Who the fuck do you think you're talking too! We aren't an official couple, alright! I've got needs! Needs that you refused to satisfy because of all that virginy shit! So don't you come bullshitting me about how I spend my personal time! It's not my fault you flaunt yourself around like a bitch in heat and then go all innocent whore on me!"

It would be Bryan who later relayed the exact words to him because Kai had heard none of it. All his concentration was on Ata. All he cared about was Ata. All he saw were the blue eyes lose their sparkle, the sparkle that had given him the courage to enjoy himself that night. The sparkle that had taken him years of love and friendship to bring to its glory. The only thing that mattered to Kai Hiwatari at that precise moment was when he saw that sparkle die in the blue eyes. When the only form of light in the blue orbs were the above lights shining in the tears that clung to the long lashes.

The haunting effect was ruined when Ata looked down, visibly collecting himself. His last memory of James would always be the man standing beside the bed, speaking to him in a manner so unlike what he had heard before. Not taking another glance, Ata swiftly turned and pushed by Bryan and ran out the room. The lavender-haired teen took one glance at the tears streaking down the pale cheeks and the wounded expression of his captain and friend, and cold eyes slid past the bluenette to fix on the man in a way that sealed off any chance of escape.

Breaking out of the trance, Kai looked at the spot where Ata had been standing. He then looked back at James. Then the teen on the bed, who cowered under the intense red glare.

"Get out," he ordered in a cold voice. "And not a word to security."

Scrambling to get his things, the teen nodded, pulling on his shirt as he exited, fearfully passing the two Russians and slipping from the room. Only until the boy's steps had faded did Kai turn to the remaining bystander. Giving James, who was now in the process of wetting himself, the most disinterested glare ever, Kai then looked away and calmly started towards the door though stopped when he was at Bryan's side. He could feel the tenseness in the air around the falcon; the predator was waiting to strike. That certain glint in the now eerily white eyes and clench jaw showed him that the teen was simply awaiting the go-ahead. Speaking in low Russian, Kai said;

"He must still be breathing when you're done. You have fifteen minutes."

The strain snapped the moment he closed the damaged door behind him. A cry of fear was muffled by the slightly splintered wood though he heard the thud of a body hitting the floor and the pained moan that followed. It was audible from here, but the music covered it up further down the hall, meaning that there would be no interruptions any time soon.

Oh, James wasn't out of the woods yet. There was only one reason why Kai had restricted the amount of damage Bryan was now inflicting on the man; if there was anyone who would was going to kill the American, it was him. He had promised himself that satisfaction. However, right now he had more pressing matters to attend to.

Finding Ata, who had disappeared into the dying ambience of the club.

Tbc…

Final chapter coming up!

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