Jaheira1000: Here it is! My next chapter! Hope it was worth the wait and thanx 2 everyone who reviewed! You really made my day! I would've updated sooner, but I couldn't log in yesterday. -Mutters about evil computers planning a revolution-

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CHAPTER TWO: Confusion and Secrets

After arriving at the club, everybody was very apprehensive. Judging by the bouncers at the door, and the very, very, very long line in front of the doors, this was a very exclusive club. Making their way over to the doors, they attempted to get in, but were very firmly refused. Kai stood forward quickly as he saw Tyson open his mouth. Seeing him, the bouncers immediately stood to the side to let him enter.

"They're with me." He said carelessly, throwing a glance over his shoulder. He noticed the fish-on-dry-land expression everybody seemed to be wearing. Smirking despite the situation, he strode forward like the owner he was. He headed straight for the private salon he always made use of. He was pleased to note how busy the club was. He had his grandfather's business skills without the world domination agenda. This made any venture he started a guaranteed success. He continued taking note of the finer aspects of his newest venture, and thus missed the conversation the others seemed to be having. Tyson was acting very indignant about the fact that the bouncers had stood aside for Kai, but not for the rest of them.

"How could they do that? It was like we didn't even exist! Haven't these people been following the news? I'm the world champ! Me! I beat Kai, but he still gets more respect!"

"Well Tyson. Maybe if you acted more mature you would get more respect. It isn't Kai's fault that people respect him. If anything, you can learn from him."

"Miguel...You're out of your mind. The only thing Mr. Sourpuss there can teach me is how to be a wet blanket." Seeing the glare Miguel leveled at him, made Tyson shut up fast.

"How dare you? What did he ever do to you? Why don't you just grow up?" Most of them were shocked by the outburst, but Claude had been expecting it. He had noticed how the gargoyle watched the phoenix and draw his own conclusions. He had forced his captain to confess a few weeks ago. Reading Kai's emotions however, was proving far more difficult. Breaking the two arguing bladers apart was no easy feat, but he managed it and dragged Miguel along.

They had finally reached the private parlor (A/N:BIG club), and Kai surprised them all by flopping down on a couch with a sigh. The others settled themselves, and Miguel managed to snag the spot next to Kai on the couch. After a while they started fidgeting. Everybody wanted to dance, but were unsure. As he observed their problem, Kai noticed his manager coming closer. He stopped the man with a single glare and inconspicuously made a motion with his phone. Seeing what he wanted, the manager turned and left. A few minutes later, Kai's cell started ringing. Picking up, he barked an irritated 'WHAT?' into the phone. He heard the man lose his train of thought for a moment before continuing.

"We have a slight problem with tonight's entertainment."

"What kind of problem?" He asked dangerously.

"The replacement act can't make it so we have to get a new act or cancel tonight's entertainment." Kai cursed fluently and continuously in so many languages that everybody around him understood he was upset, regardless of nationality. After blowing off steam, he narrowed his eyes as his sharp mind started playing over his options. He knew that getting new entertainment was damn near impossible this late in the game. Admitting defeat, he made his decision. He had asked them to change that evening's entertainment when he realized they would be visiting his club. Now that plan was screwed. He would just have to swallow his pride and take it like a man.

"We'll go back to what was originally planned. I'll be there in five." He ended his call abruptly to find twelve sets of eyes on him.

"I'll be back later." Was the only thing he said before disappearing into the mass of moving bodies. A few minutes later, all the lights in the club went out and the music stopped. Suddenly, a spotlight came on to illuminate a stage set against the wall furthest from the entrance. The stage had a single pole running from the floor to the ceiling, right in the centre of the stage. The bladers realized they had front row seats for what was about to happen because they were practically up against the stage. An announcer bounded forward and cleared his throat.

"Ladies and gentlemen. Heat is proud to present this evenings opening act. Welcome our clubs owner and best dancer, the Phoenix!" At these words the spectators burst into applause. The bladers also recalled seeing posters on the outside of the club advertising the Phoenix. Whoever he was, he seemed to be a very good dancer. Even the bladers had heard people talking about him. He was also apparently a former world champion dancer who had kept his face hidden. Even to this day, nobody knew who he was. Even when dancing in his own club, he never removed his mask. Many people flocked to the club in the hopes of catching one of his performances.

Everybody unknowingly sat closer to the edge of their seats, waiting for the performer to come forward.

The announcer stood aside and the spotlight moved to the curtains. As they moved aside, they revealed a slightly petite form clad totally in pitch black leather, with a black covering on his head which covered his hair. The figure had his back to the crowd as he waited for the music to start. When the music started flowing, the figure whirled around and started moving with the beat. He moved across the stage as if he was born on it. He glided smoothly without skipping a single beat. The music beat seductively, and he matched the tune by swinging around the pole in an equally seductive way.

As the figure continued the dance, everyone's eyes moved with him. It was as if he cast a spell over all those who watched. There was a world of emotion in those movements. Only a truly emotional and passionate person could dance like that.

Throughout the dance, the figure had kept his eyes closed. Some of the smarter bladers had started becoming suspicious about their captains timely disappearance, but as the music came to an end, the dancer gave a final twirl before opening his eyes.

All the bladers gasped simultaneously as bright blue eyes looked straight at them. The applause was deafening. The figure on the stage bowed once before departing. Half an hour later, Kai re-appeared silently. He was his usual silent self so nobody noticed him. After what seemed like an eternity, they all decided to head home.

That evening, Miguel had trouble sleeping. When he had watched that dancer on the stage, he had felt feelings rise within him that he had only ever felt for Kai. He had been so sure that the dancing figure on the stage was Kai, but how can that be possible when the dancer had blue eyes? Kai had red eyes.

He was feeling very low. He was so confused after seeing that dancer, he had completely forgotten his plans for seducing Kai. Was he really that fickle? He had told himself that his love for Kai was the completely overwhelming feeling that poets write about. How was it then that he had identical feelings for some random stranger he had never met before? Feeling thoroughly confused, he tossed and turned for hours before residing into peaceful slumber.

For the next few days, Miguel was lost in a daze. He was very confused as to what was happening to him. He felt like a traitor. He was disgusted with himself. After a lot of thought, he decided to go back to that club every evening until that dancer showed again.

Fortunately, Kai had gotten them free entrance into the club whenever they wanted to use it. Everybody figured it was because he was so rich that they listened to him. Shrugging it off, Miguel got ready. Most of the others had decided to go catch a movie while Kai had gone out to God knows where. The others had all opted to go for a walk to one of the parks. This left Miguel free to go to the club. After slipping through the entrance, he quickly made his way towards the private parlor. He wanted to find out who would be performing that evening, so he looked around for staff. Seeing two men talking to each other, he strode forward. He was about to draw their attention to him when a stray sentence slipped out.

"...so the boss better be careful." Hearing them talk about the owner/dancer made Miguel freeze. He tucked himself halfway behind a pillar to listen to the rest of the conversation.

"Yeah I know what you mean. The boss is a real nice guy. He's always looking after everybody. I just hope the cops stop whoever it is."

"It's probably just some star-struck fan who couldn't plan their way out of a paper bag. I'm sure they wouldn't really try."
"You have a point. Besides, kidnapping is punished very severely here. I'm sure nothing will happen, but we really shouldn't be talking about this here." At this point, Miguel tuned them out. He had the information he wanted. From what they had said, somebody was threatening to kidnap the owner/dancer.

He shook his head and entered the private parlor. He seated himself and waited for the evening's entertainment to begin. He knew the possibility of the dancer being there tonight was high because he would want to keep his clients. They wouldn't want people to panic.

After another hour the entertainment was announced, and sure enough, it was him. This evening's entertainment was slightly different. The dancer began the song at the front of the stage. Tonight he was wearing black leather with phoenixes fashioned all over it in red. The head covering was also in place. As the dance came to an end however, the lights went out. Suddenly, all hell broke loose. Shouts were heard, as were the sounds of a struggle. As the lights came back on, the audience could only gape at the scene before them.

There was a masked man on the stage who was attempting to drag the dancer from the stage, who, in spite of his small stature, was putting up a tremendous struggle. Miguel rushed forward to help, but stopped short at what he saw. The kidnapper had taken a swing at the dancer, but he had retaliated and this was the beginning of a fight. However, the thing that made Miguel pause was when he saw something small, round, blue and soft lying at his feet. Looking closer, he realized it was a contact lens, and he picked it up for closer inspection.

His head shot up and there it was. The dancer had one red eye, and one blue. Miguel could only keep watching. Suddenly, the dancer seemed to realize that something was wrong. Looking straight at Miguel, he realized what he was holding, and his hand shot up to cover the red eye. This move however, distracted him enough for the kidnapper to land a blow to his chest. The other lens was also lost somewhere during this struggle.

Seeing him hit the ground, made Miguel snap back into focus. He rushed forward to help, but was struck by a sharp object. Looking down, he saw a small dart. He could feel his vision become slightly hazy. He could see the small figure on the ground trying to catch his breath. It had been a very hard blow to the chest and had apparently knocked his wind out.

The kidnapper ran forward and scooped the small struggling figure into his arms. He lifted a flare gun and shot a green flare into the air. Like magic, a rope-ladder was lowered. The large man took a running leap and grabbed the ladder, dragging his prisoner with him roughly. As he gripped the ladder, it started rising. As he struggled, the dancers mask and head-covering fell away. Miguel could only watch in horror and shout after them.

"Kai!..."

After that, Miguel knew no more as he fell unconscious...

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Jaheira1000: There you go! Remember to leave a review on your way out! I decided to make it one long chapter instead of 2 short ones. There will be better explanations in the next chapter! Ja ne:P