(A/N: Heya! Shinigami Goumon here! VI hafta telly, I am lovin' my reviewers sooo much right now! WOOT! And to prove it, I shall be sending out a piccy of the G-Boy's, Akane, Sora and Hinode in club wear, to all those who review this chappie! Hoo-hoo! ONWARD AND UPWARD MY LOYAL READERS!)
The G-Boys were sprawled out with the Otaku Twosome in the T.V. room doing their homework.
Akane had trekked upstairs to do hers after catching Hinode and Sora attempting to sneak answers twice.
"There's no way we'll finish all this in one night!" Sora sobbed, "English is my weakest subject!"
"Akane's so lucky…stupid bilingual bitch…" Hinode grumbled (Suo travels a lot and drags his siblings along on business trips; they've had to pick up a lot to get by)
-FWOK-
"OWWIE!" Hinode sobbed, holding her head and rocking back and forth.
Trowa pluck the object that had been lobbed at the purple haired teen's head.
"An English Textbook." He murmured.
"Bilingual bitch, huh?" Akane's voice said, echoing slightly(in perfect in English I might add), "That's a new one."
The midnight blue haired, lilac-eyed teen strode down the stairs, arms swinging slightly.
Duo came close hemorrhaging through the nose.
Wufei's jaw dropped.
Heero's calm demeanor was shattered in favor of an expression of total shock.
Quatre passed out (poor baby).
Trowa's flat expression was exchanged for one of "mild" surprise.
Akane was wearing the kind of micro-mini seen only on strippers and girls in music videos that showed off her well trained fighter's legs nicely.
A long-sleeved, red crop top revealed a bellybutton piercing that sparkled against a flat, well toned stomach.
Her lengthy, midnight blue hair was pulled into pigtails, which while cute at first glance, gave a gentle reminder of her true nature by way of silver skull hair ties.
A 9mm semi-automatic Tech-9 machine pistol was strapped to her thigh.
A switchblade to her ankle, hidden inside her footwear.
Black wristbands adorned her wrists and black combat boots completed the outfit.
Akane completely ignored their reaction as she strode towards the door.
Mannen entered the room, noticed her leaving and asked, "Where ya goin'?"
"Out." Akane replied easily, striding to the door.
"When'll ya be back?" Kazuo inquired, walking past Mannen and darting up the stairs.
"Later." Akane responded, opening the door.
"Will ya call ta check in?" Suo asked absentmindedly as he ambled through, eyes focused on a stack of spreadsheets.
"Maybe." Akane said, slamming the door shut behind her, strolling easily down the walk to meet her ride.
"Huh-hey!" Duo cried, snapping out of his trance, "Where's she off to?"
"Well, obviously she's done with her homework." Takaomi smirked, "And the sun is hangin' low. The answer's kinda obvious."
"Ummm…" Duo trailed off, drawing a blank.
"She's going dancing." Sora sighed, eyes focused on her Math book as she struggled with a Calculus equation "To a Rave."
"Or Mosh Pitting." Hinode muttered, chewing on her pencil eraser as she struggled with her English translations, "Or both."
The two sighed.
"Lucky." they thought enviously.
"Why doncha go after your done?" Takaomi asked.
Sora looked at him sorrowfully.
"Minagawa." Hinode moaned, letting her head fall in her textbook.
"Ooo." Mannen, inhaled sharply, "That hardass? Man, I remember him! Ouch!"
"Hey, one time offer." Suo smirked, "I'll do it for ya…sorta."
"REALLY?"The Otaku Twinssquealed (I think they're missing the sorta portion of the program)
"Mm-hm." Suo nodded, "What better way to enforce my-"
"RMHRM!" Takaomi cleared his throat loudly.
"I mean 'our' punishment." Suo grinned.
"You guys can borrow some of our clothes." Mannen smirked at the G-Boys.
"And we'll borrow some of Aka's!" Sora squealed.
"Why would we need to borrow clothes?" Quatre asked (conscious again)
"What's wrong with what we're wearing now?" Wufei asked tartly.
"Cuz the club's Akane goes to enforce a strict dress code." Hinode explained.
"Is that so." Trowa said matter-a-factly.
"Yuh-huh." Kazuo nodded at the top of the stairs, "Ya don't dress accordingly, ya don't get in."
"And believe me," Suo snorted, "No offense, but you have as much chance as a rat in a cat convention of getting past the bouncers dressed like that."
"None taken." Heero nodded.
"You help these guys while we get dressed, kay?" Hinode asked, walking up the stairs with Sora on her heels.
"No prob." Takaomi said, giving them a thumbs up.
-Later…At Code(1)…-
"Are you sure this is the right place?" Quatre asked, his voice laced with uncertainty.
"This is where Taka tracked her to(2)." Sora shrugged.
"Are you certain that these…things meet the dress code?" Wufei asked, his voice dripping with disdain.
"Lighten up, Wu-chan!" Hinode grinned, "You guys look hot!"
It was true too.
They DID look hot.
And they were drawing attention from many of the people walking past and around them in line.
Heero was dressed in an over sized black band tee that read "H.I.M." across the front in blood red letters.
A baggy pair black jeans sagged stylishly about his hips and borrowed black Converse shoes.
A pair of spiked wristbands completed the outfit.
Trowa sported a mud brown tee that read "CONTRABAND" in graffiti script, beneath an oversized black sweatshirt (left unzipped).
Loose fitting blue jeans, a pair of K-Swiss and a black and red wristband completed the outfit.
Duo was shirtless beneath a black leather jacket, a pendant gleaming against his bare pecs.
Restraint pants (WAAH! Hard to draw! SO…MANY…STRAPS!), a pair of blue-black Gravis Argo skater shoes and a cocky grin completed the outfit.
Wufei wore a tight, black tank with a bright yellow skull splashed across the chest.
A pair of baggy, camouflage pants clung to his hips and draped over his borrowed Vans.
A pair of folded arms, an uncomfortable expression and black wristbands completed his outfit.
Quatre had been outfitted in a pair of tight fitting dark blue jeans with two belts slung around his hips.
A white wife beater beneath a dark blue hoodie (hood down) and a red ball cap twisted backwards completed his out fit.
"Th-thank you." Quatre smiled.
"You look two awesome too, if I do say so myself." Duo grinned.
Sora and Hinode squeaked and made rather strange noises in response.
Sora was dressed in a corset, black arm warmers and a miniskirt not nearly as scandalous as Akane's.
A pair of low heeled boot completed the outfit.
Hinode wore a pair of leather pants that laced up the sides, a white tank with the words "Hello Satan" on the front, and a pair of lacey fingerless gloves.
A pair of Converse Skull Patterned sneakers completed her outfit.
Upon reaching the front of the line, the bouncers gave them a quick nod and ushered them along.
"That was fairly easy." Heero muttered.
"They must have an informant." Trowa murmured.
"What are you talking about?" Hinode asked, regaining her speaking ability as they made their way to the coat room.
"Have you…never been to a club before?" Sora asked carefully.
"To be blunt? No." Duo grinned,
The Otaku Twins shot each other worried looks.
This could get ugly.
"Oookay." Hinode said slowly, "Stick close to us and whatever you do? Don't kill anyone."
"This means you Heero." Sora said, "You too, Wufei."
They passed by the coat room and approached the double doors with bated breath.
"Here we go." They said together, pushing them open.
Flashing lights.
Pulsing music.
Writhing bodies.
Total sensory overload.
It a moment for the G-Boys to adjust.
"Whoa." Quatre gaped.
"AWESOME!" Duo grinned.
Wufei looked very nervous now.
As did Heero and Trowa.
The only people sitting were drinking and/or smoking.
Everyone else was dancing.
Wufei did NOT dance and couldn't hold his liquor to save his life.
Heero only danced with Relena on principle (and she aint here right now) and never drank.
Trowa had two left feet and while he drank once in a while he's…how can I put this…a "cheap" drunk.
Needless to say, they were in truh-bull when nearby girls noticed them and began wading through the multitudes of dancers towards them.
Panic flooded them as they ran out of options.
"We'll be at the bar!" They said simultaneously, disappearing as though they had never been there to begin with.
"Huh…what's with them?" Sora asked Duo wonderingly.
"Beats th' shit outta me." He replied with a shrug.
"Come." Quatre said, "Let's locate your comrade."
"Oh, she won't be hard to find." Hinode grinned.
"Whaddya mean?" Duo asked, eyebrow cocked.
"If she's not pressed up against the speaker in the Rave," Sora said with a smirk, "She'll be crowd surfing in the Mosh Pit down stairs."
"Why the speaker?" Quatre asked, blue eyes wide and innocent.
"She says it helps her clear her head." Hinode shrugged, "Stress reliever."
"Okay." Duo said, clapping his hands together, "Me'n Sora will take th' Mosh Pit. You guys scope out the Rave."
"Report back here in ten minutes whether or not you have found her." Quatre said officiously.
"Agreed." Sora and Hinode nodded.
Somewhere in the club, Akane sneezed violently.
At the bar, Heero, Trowa and Wufei were already plowed (WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND GAVE THOSE GUYS MUDSLIDES!) and were getting very, very talkative.
"Y'know…I ahwaysh thought 'lena hadda tight assh." Heero slurred, snickering perversely.
"Me too. Ah ahwaysh thah' sh'd be a great blow." Trowa replied sloppily.
Wufei lifted his head off the bar, giggling as he stared at his hands.
"I ne'er knew there'er two of'em!" He snorted before collapsing into a fit of laughter.
It was start of a very interesting night.
(A/N: Duo learns the dangers of the Mosh Pit first hand! Quatre gets...groped? WHOEVER DID IT'S GONNA DIE! And Akane's is located! R&R!)
(1)-Code is an actual, multi-level club in Shinjuku, Japan.
(2)-Takaomi used to be a member of the Ninth St. Hellcat's Assassination Squad & used his connections to track her down (scary dude)
