-Ah! And here I wanted to work on this a bit more before break ended. And I started the semester…last week!

But…I do kind of have a legitimate reason. I realized after writing the next scene (I'm Not An Angel, for those who read the preview from last time) that there was a song missing. Looking back at my notes, I noticed that I had given you guys the wrong information. I'm Not An Angel is not the song in this scene. I skipped one. Oops.

So I had to re-write this whole next scene for you. Because I skipped it. Also, I went back and changed the name of the bar. All I really did was add another word. For short, I guess it could still be Garden. But the fact that the new name fit into the song really well was actually marvelous.

So yeah, done with the chit-chatting. I'm sure you've all been waiting for the next scene. So here we go!

Disclaimer: Do not own Kingdom Hearts. Do not own songs. Do not own Halestorm. Want to own a Packer jersey…because we're goin' to the Super Bowl…oh yeaaaaaah!-

If walking back into Royal Garden was supposed to help ease any of the blonde's nerves, it didn't. He felt them twisting inside at the events that was transpire from the deal he had made with Marluxia. All of those eyes on him, the audience members thinking of him as their sexual toy and imagining the things they'd do with him was making him want to vomit again. Of course, he had no other option, so he might as well stick with the hand fate had dealt him.

Besides, Roxas was out of money anyway. A few nights of this couldn't hurt to add to the funds in his wallet. He'd be in and out in a flash and then continue his pursuit of the redhead.

"So…" Roxas began, trailing behind Marluxia as the taller walked in to give him the grand tour. "Dancing…"

"You bet. We give you some backup music, it can be your choice or we'll select something for you. You can select a costume in the back. I'll show you where to go for all that."

"No individual costumes or anything?"

Marluxia laughed. "Well, as my mother always told me, 'Sharing is caring'." Roxas couldn't help but cringe; this place seemed like a dump as it was. "Don't worry, kid…"

"I told you; I'm not a kid."

"Right, right. Don't worry, Roxas; we're all pretty clean around here, and the costumes go in for a washing every once a week, so you should stay fit, healthy, and sexy!"

"Once…a week?"

"Eh, give or take. Hey, no one said this job was glamorous."

"Obviously."

The two stepped behind a lacy curtain that led to the back where the prepping took place. It was dimly lit, and the few lights there were gave off a reddish tint that gave the place a seductive, secretive aura.

"And here we are; the back of the house. Over here to the right are the rooms for applying makeup and dressing up," he held his hand out to the right, gesturing towards one of the open rooms. Roxas looked inside and saw the basics of a dressing room; a mirror, clothes and makeup strewn everywhere, some vanities…

"And, of course, the rooms to the left, for," Marluxia intentionally coughed, then grinned widely, "dressing down." Roxas didn't like the way he had suspiciously coughed and smiled like that, and there was a room towards the end of the hall that was open. He marched towards it, leaving the pink haired man standing at the other end, intent on finding out why there needed to be two separate rooms for getting dressed and undressing.

Of course, what he found he didn't like. The left rooms actually contained a lot of the same things; vanities, mirrors, and clothes everywhere being some of the similarities. But there were also numerous candles, and, towards one wall, a king-sized bed. Clearly, the strewn clothes on the floor served a different purpose. Taking in the different atmosphere, he didn't even want to know what was in the drawers.

"Oh hell no."

"What? I think it makes the place look…comforting and inviting! Just what the customer needs!"

"You told me it would just be the dancing!"

"And I said we'll see!"

"You're whoring out your employees! That's illegal!"

But he seemed to have a comeback for everything. "And you're a fugitive! Really, I think in this case, two wrongs should make a right."

He cringed at that word. Fugitive. The fact that he was on the run was the power that Marluxia had over him. Noticing his discomfort, Marluxia sighed. "I'll cut you a deal. First few days, maybe a week, I'll give you the look but no touch law. You'll just dance. Though I can't guarantee what'll happen after that."

Better than nothing. "Fine. Deal." The blonde huffed, which just brought out a chuckle from the taller. "Face it, Roxas. You're in my world now. And hey, there's some shady stuff in this business."

And with that, Marluxia turned around. A sudden thud, however, stopped him from exiting the back rooms, just as he had put his hand on the padded door to the bar. Turning around, he couldn't help but let out a chuckle; the naïve little blonde was in such a stupor that he had fallen to his knees, to him an actual picture of how low the boy must have sunken. Turning around, he couldn't help but feel a need to maybe rub it in; just to make sure that the life he was going to live from this moment on would seem more real; that all this information would stick.

"Get on your knees and let the games begin," he sauntered back over towards Roxas, his long strides bringing him close enough to recognize the trembling in the knelt–down figure. Stopping right in front of him, he gestured to himself, as the ultimate authority figure in this world. "Bow to your queen and I will crown your head."

"'Cause I can make you every inch a king," he knelt down to the boy, a finger gently cupping his cheek as he whispered to him. As quickly as he had gone down to comfort the boy on his position, he got up and turned back around. "Before I do, tell me, tell me what's in it for me."

Again, Marluxia gestured to himself. "I need someone young, willing, and able," he turned back around this time pointing to Roxas, who had finally gotten off of his knees and looked intensely at the pink-haired man, a scowl that tried to mask the evident fear, "you need someone old enough to know better. I want you to do my dirty work. Do my dirty work."

The walls seemed to be chanting in tandem with Marluxia's words, as if they were humming their own little tune in the background; the noise from the dancer that was already on stage creating an eerie message of its own to follow the pink haired man's words. "Do my dirty work. Do my dirty work,"

Almost as if on-cue, one of the female works could be heard through one of the closed doors on the left, her screams of pleasure, whether real or not, transcending the thin walls and echoing in the tight hallway, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah c'mon!"

Roxas grimaced at the sound, feeling dirty already for unintentionally listening in on a part of life so intimate and private. Looks like it wasn't too private here though.

"Let me be your labor of love," he heard Marluxia chime from behind, the taller man gently curling his fingers around the boy's shoulders as he whispered in his ear. It made Roxas gulp; his fake defiant scowl from early wiped from his face as fear had totally taken over. Marluxia could sense that quick change of emotion, and he was thriving off of it. He backed away, removing his hands, giving the blonde a little sense of ease. "My Royal Garden needs a hired hand. Plant your seeds, darlin'," as he walked away, he gestured his hand to the side as if shrugging something off, "my roses are in your hand."

"I need someone young willing and able. You need someone old enough to know better," he was now walking towards the backroom exit, back towards the bar. Roxas now found himself following the man, his feet unwillingly keeping up behind him. He didn't want to be left behind in this sleazy hallway by himself. "I want you to do my dirty work. Do my dirty work," as he opened the door the music from the stage became louder, the slurred "ohs" in the music going up and down. "Domy dirty work. Do my dirty work."

Again, almost on cue, a woman came through the door, leading a tired, drunk businessman by his tie, seductively smiling at him. Roxas felt himself suppress the urge to vomit at the overweight, balding man slobbering over the vixen leading the way, only interested in him for his money. Her sultry voice whispered him as she led him to an open room, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah c'mon."

After those two had cleared the hallway, Marluxia led the blonde outside of the backroom, holding the door open for him when crossing the threshold from the dressing hall to the bar. The now topless woman on the stage smiled and waved to the audience, the claps and cheers from the audience resonating throughout the bar as she slipped back behind the curtain after her performance. Marluxia then turned around, this time stretching his arms out, as if to encompass everything that Royal Garden possessed and stood for. "Do my dirty work. Do my dirty work. Do my dirty work. Do my dirty work; yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah c'mon!"

And then, it seemed that the whole place had begun chanting along with the owner, Roxas suddenly feeling overwhelmed that he was going to be swallowed and consumed by this new world. "Do my dirty work. Do my dirty work," screamed half of them, while the others chanted along, "Yeah! Yeah! Yeah, c'mon yeah!"

"Do my dirty work, do my dirty work."

"Yeah!"

"Do my dirty work! Do my dirty work!"

And then, just as everyone seemed to have gotten together, chanting and hooting and hollering in unison in order to drown Roxas in the sound and action, it all stopped. The blonde blinked, and thought perhaps it had all been in his head; for the patrons and employees of Royal Garden were once again focused on their own tasks and ventures. It was if nothing had ever happened, and it was just Marluxia standing in front of him. The background noise seemed fading and distant now, too.

"Looks like you're up in five, kid," Marluxia said, breaking Roxas from the brief silence that had taken over his thoughts. The taller man gave the blonde a pat on the back, grinning at him wickedly. "You know where everything is, so go back there and hustle that cute lil' rear back on up, ya hear?"

A pause, and then a hesitant nod from the blonde. He had to do what he had to do. "Great; good thing you understand. Well," Marluxia said, removing his hand from the blonde's back as he began to walk away, "break a leg, kiddo."

TBC

-So, no scene preview this time. Because the one I gave you last time is actually the true next scene for this one. My bad. But if I give you any more from I'm Not An Angel, you'll basically have read the whole next scene. Because the song is kind of short. The good news for you though is that all I need to do is start on the scene after that for a preview and then I can post it! So most likely you'll get it sooner than normal!

Boy, this scene was such a doozy at first. I was all, "Wtf, how do I put in the 'yeah yeah yeah' lines that keep appearing?" But after I came up with the initial idea I was rather pleased at how everything turned out. Get Marluxia to start the song was kind of challenging, too. But I was finally able to come up with something that transitioned and made sense without being too corny.

Anyway, as I stated before, Packers and going to the Super Bowl! Aksjakdjsakdj! I'm excited and will most definitely be watching it this weekend…if I don't work. I guess that's all from me this time. Well, read and review, over and out! -Nibzo-