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Chapter 2

Damn it!
For the thousandth time that night, Yohji found his mind unwillingly wandering back to a certain redhead, and away from his boring poser of a companion.
He had desperately thrown himself onto the dance-floor upon arrival, eager bodies pressing in against his, but there was no thrill in it.

Great.

He couldn't even distract himself anymore…the redhead consumed and demanded his attention – even when he wasn't around!
He wasn't even aware that the raven-haired woman he sat beside was even talking to him, until she sighed, loud and dramatic, then patted his cheek, snapping his mind back to the present.

"Honey, your mind is obviously elsewhere, on someone else. So go to them and stop moping. Good luck hun." She kissed him on the cheek where her hand had been a moment ago.

She slid out of the booth they had been occupying and made her way back to the dance floor, leaving behind a slightly dumbfounded, but relieved Yohji.

He got up from the noisy vinyl seat, and made his way to the bar.
Straddling a barstool with experienced ease, he motioned for the female bartender.

Annie was an Australian girl who had come to Japan a few years ago as a tourist, and promptly fell in love with the hyperactive nightlife of Tokyo. She had been one of the few girls that Yohji had ever befriended without the ulterior motive of getting into their pants.
He respected her, independent and quirky as she was with her plain brown hair made not so ordinary with a few well-placed red and purple streaks, and her warm brown eyes.
She did not know that Yohji was an assassin, he didn't want her getting hurt, but she did know that he wasn't all that he said he was.
But she had accepted the fact that he didn't want to tell her, and in earning Yohji's trust, she had become one of the few people that saw the real him.
She also knew about his problem with Aya, and had even become involved in the dilemma at one point.

She had visited Yohji at the Koneko, where upon arrival had been lifted off her feet in a warm genuine hug. It had been planned beforehand, as a bid to make Aya jealous, but he had simply glared at her, and then left the room. Yohji had given up on that idea soon afterwards.
But he still visited her, here, in this club that she now owned – and had worked hard for too, and he talked about his problems with her and she shared hers also.
He was very proud of what his friend had accomplished on her own, Focal Point - her club – was now one of the hottest nightclubs around, and Yohji had a standing VIP invitation.
She walked over to him, smiling with a glass of Midori sour.

"Troubles with Aya again?" He nodded and she sighed. She always seemed to know what problem he was currently angsting over, like she was empathic or something.

'Hey I've seen stranger things on my job.'

Yohji had questioned her about it once, but she had dismissed it as 'female intuition'.
Well whatever it was, he needed some of it now.
The music was quieter in this section of the club, so that patron could talk without screaming their heads off.
Annie handed the cup to Yohji who immediately downed half the glass.
When he set it down he saw that his friend was leaning back against the counter, eyebrows raised.

"Getting harder to keep it in huh Yohji?" She stated knowingly.

Just like that she had hit his problem head on…I knew it – empathy.

"Yeah…I just can't blurt it out…you saw what he was like at Koneko right?" She nodded and let him continue his rant, " He would hate me! He's probably asexual for all I bloody well know!" He let his head drop on the surface of the bar, but then sprung back up, already on another train of thought with his issues.

"And the letters!" He cried, startling a nearby couple, "I can't even write a decent fucking love letter! The great Yohji Kudoh, Playboy of Tokyo can't even write a goddamn love letter!"

Annie rolled her eyes and smacked Yohji on the side of the head, promptly cutting short his frantically crazed tirade.

"Hey I was venting! C'mon Annie I need help!" He cried desperately.

She laughed, " I can see that! Look Yohji, what you need to stop doing is moping. Just go home and tell him…he won't kill you." She took away the now empty glass and shooed Yohji with her hand, smile still in place.
He pouted as best he could, but she just pointed to the exit and mouthed 'GO'.
Groaning he stood up and walked a slightly swerved path to the door.
He had to come up with a plan. Not for tonight, he would do it tomorrow.

Crappy chapter I know – But it's my story! All mine! Review! Please…sob