Song notes:
Opening song, one of my favorites at the moment. : 'Resurrection'- Michael Calfan - Coldplay – Paradise (Axwell mix)
'Bad'- David Guetta and Showtek, ft Sassy.
'Don't Trust Me'- 3OH!3
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Suoh was on Takaba detail himself, despite his size, he was one of the only men that Akihito couldn't escape or spot, and the blonde behemoth cursed as he saw whom Akihito and Koga were greeting at the airport terminal.
Yes, even Suoh knew who Ben Austin was.
Why the fuck was someone that famous flying through a commercial airline? He'd have his own jet for sure.
DJs were fucking weird.
"Holy, Suoh san, is that who I think it is?" Beside him, his underling Yamato, whistled, impressed. The most trusted subordinates had been let in on the secret, simply because Takaba's tails had to know if they were going to be following him to clubs on the weekends and guarding him from nosey journalists.
Suoh sighed, "Yes it is. Dammit!" his sigh turned into another curse as people began taking pictures, way to lay low, Takaba.
Kirishima discussed his concerns with Suoh after that Sunday paper bullshit, and this definitely wouldn't help the issue.
Fuck, nor would Takaba and Ben Austin hugging like long lost lovers.
Oh, double fuck. Now Takaba was clinging to Ben Austin like a spider monkey!
Oh, triple fuck. Did Ben Austin just squeeze his boss's lovers arse?!
And to top it off, people were still taking photos. He had some serious damage control to do. A million times fuck.
He knew he should report back directly to Asami, but, knowing his boss's… irrational streak when it came to Takaba, Suoh would probably get the order to eliminate Ben Austin, and well, that was just ridiculous, he couldn't kill someone world famous. It would be more trouble than it was worth.
He called Kirishima instead as they shadowed the three DJs out to the parking lot.
"Kei, we have a problem." He said before his colleague could even greet him.
There was an exasperate sigh, "How bad?"
"Fucking bad. Yamato is sending you some photos now. You have to stop this getting to print, Kei. Or the boss will go all Hong Kong on our asses."
"Can't be that bad… Got them, looking now- oh, shit. He… that's Ben Austin with his hands on Takaba's ass." Kirishima cursed, that was how bad it was, Kirishima didn't curse.
"Pretty much." Suoh deadpanned.
"I'll get onto it now. We still have to show Asami sama, but it wont be so bad if they don't hit the press. I hope." The voice of his co-worker didn't sound sure at all.
"What do you think I should do with Takaba, Kei?"
There was another sigh, this was something the pair really didn't want to intervene in, but if Takaba kept digging his own grave like this, then they would have no choice but to drag him back to the penthouse, kicking and cursing or not, to lock him up and force him to lay low for a while.
"We don't have much of a choice, Kazumi…" the voice trailed off, and the silence implied they were both thinking the same thing.
"Argh, why do I always have to do this." Suoh groaned the rhetorical question, mentally preparing himself for Takaba to hate him, curse him and probably try to bite him.
He was a feisty little DJ, he had to give him credit for that, a feisty little DJ that he would protect with his life if the need arose, out of obligation to his boss, and a brother like affection he developed while giving Takaba self defense lessons.
"Let me know when you have him."
The call ended without any further conversation, and the bodyguard and his underling stalked the rows of cars, waiting for the perfect moment to intercept the three DJs, Suoh knew where their vehicle was, they had plenty of time.
The more they followed, the more shitty Suoh felt about having to do this, since when was he meant to give a shit emotionally about what happened to Takaba? He didn't know, but this entire thing was just crap.
His gut sunk as he watched them laugh together, punching each other playfully, and behaving like friends did. It looked… right, to see Takaba with these people.
They all burst into renewed laughter at another joke, faces alight in each other's company.
Suoh knew he couldn't do it now. He'd never seen Takaba like this before, surrounded by people like himself, old friends with a common interest.
He looked like he belonged, and the blonde bodyguard didn't have the heart to take him away from it.
He tailed them to Koga's car anyway, and called ahead to the people watching Koga's building that their charges were on their way, he was half way through dialing Kirishima's number again to say what'd happened, when as Koga sat down in the drivers seat, he looked directly at Suoh across the distance of the massive car park, and shook his head with warning look on his face, his brown eyes uncharacteristically serious.
He was telling Suoh to leave Akihito alone, shit, how long had Koga known he was here? Everyone knew Koga was sharp, but this sharp?
They continued staring until the door of Koga's car shut, blacking out the DJ's face behind the tinted window of his Chrysler, then the car started and pulled out of the parking lot.
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"Everything all good, Koga?" Akihito questioned his friend, who was staring at something from the drivers seat as he sat down, he looked a little tense, which wasn't like him at all.
"Yeah, all good, just keeping an eye out for reporters." He turned and flashed them a smile, looking at Akihito in the front seat, and then at Ben, who was sprawled in the back seat, exhausted from his flight.
"Why didn't you just take a jet? You look wrecked." Koga mocked his friend, who was pressing his palms to his eye sockets in discomfort.
"My manager and assistants have it all to themselves when they come in a few days. Because, you guys would have given me shit if I came in a private jet."
"Haha, no what the fuck are you talking about?" Koga laughed, sarcasm oozing from his tone, he pulled out of the parking lot.
"Oh my god, it's Ben Austin!" Akihito pretended to fangirl in the front seat, fanning his face and hyperventilating, mocking his friend for his fame.
"Shuddup! I don't need that shit from you two. You're both jealous cos I'm hot shit and you're just warm farts." The muscled DJ chose to lie down across the luxury leather, taking up the entire back seat, "I'll never take my jet for granted again." He feigned a sob, "Akihito, comfort meee."
"You wish!" Akihito blushed nonetheless. "What are you doing here anyway?"
The tiredness vanished from the DJ in the backseat in a flash, who sat upright with a look of feral excitement in his eyes. "Koga didn't tell you? I'm opening a string of dance arenas, the first is here in Tokyo." Now he was practically vibrating enthusiasm, and in the front seat, Koga was doing the same, a shit-eating grin plastered across his face.
"What else?" Akihito asked, he knew there had to be more.
"I asked Koga if he wanted to be a business partner, it's going to be fucking massive, Akihito, all bigger than ageha, and we want you to be the third partner…." Ben trailed off without actually asking the question, letting the implication sink in, and both DJs watched as Akihito's eyes widened, followed by his mouth in a smile of his own, his hazel eyes sharing in the excitement.
"I-is this for real?" the blonde stuttered the question, his mind racing at the thought of his teenage dream coming true.
Both other men just gave a vehement nod of the head, too excited to actually get any words out.
"Oh, fuck yes!"
After that, the car was filled with whoops and hoots, deep voices cracking as they screamed themselves hoarse. Fists went flying as they pumped up in the air in their elation, they talked about how excited they were the rest of the entire ride home, until Akihito interrupted with another question.
"Oi. What's it gonna be called?" he looked at them both in turn, it had to have a name since it was only weeks away from opening and most of the paperwork was already sorted, Ben's manager did it all for them.
They would have picked something good, so he wasn't worried.
"Abyss." Both men echoed at the same time, looking at Akihito in hopes he would like it just as much as they had when they first came up with it.
Like before, they watched Akihito's eyes widen as he thought back to a line a particular person said to him about the abyss, and then they watched as the blonde threw his head back in his seat and laughed uncontrollably at the irony of it all, waiting for him to calm before asking what was so funny.
"What's funny about it?" Koga quirked a brow, looking at his friend as if he'd finally lost it.
"Ah… sorry, nothing. It's just so fucking perfect."
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Kirishima managed to scare all the papers, threatening them with torrents of legal jargon so nothing relating to Ben Austin would be in the papers tomorrow, which meant if any photo's made it to any publishing houses, they would have to be disregarded.
One trouble down, but that was minor compared to the second one he had to go, especially since Suoh decided against bringing Akihito back to them, the behemoth did have a soft spot for Akihito, well, they all did really.
Showing his boss the photos. Sure, if the photos weren't published his boss might not find out, but chances were he would find out one way or another, and then it would his neck for not showing his boss in the first place.
He knocked on the office door, entering after a deep rumble gave him permission to enter
"What is it, Kirishima?" Asami asked without looking up from the files he was signing on his desk. That was a good sign, it meant Asami was focused on work, and not emotionally compromised by thoughts on the subject he was about to bring up.
With a held breath, Kirishima let the photos he'd printed from his email slap face down on top of Asami's documents, the faster he got this over with, the better.
"You might want to look at these, Asami sama." Kirishima reported, trying to sound as calm as he didn't feel.
Asami took the upside down sheets of paper, leaning back in his chair with a perfectly sculpted brow, raised at his secretary's assertiveness.
"Akihito?" he questioned in a blank tone.
Kirishima nodded once, indicating the affirmative. All too casually, his boss flipped the pages, his boss's lips tightened, and his pupils narrowed as he went over the images, much worse than the picture and caption in Sunday's paper.
"Kirishima." Came the cold inquisition.
"Yes, Asami sama?"
"This is not to be in any papers."
"Already taken care of, Asami sama." Kirishima reported.
"Hn. Keep watch as usual, that will be all."
Kirishima's jaw nearly came unhinged as it fell, he couldn't determine if this was good or bad. Good, because it meant his boss was keeping himself in check, and wasn't effected as much from this as he thought, or bad, because it might mean that his boss actually didn't care, or was bottling it up, which meant it would lead to an inevitable blood bath for some poor soul who managed to piss him off at the wrong time.
Kirishima decided to test his options out.
"Asami sama, Takaba's calendar has an event scheduled at ageha this weekend, will you still be going?" there was a tense silence before his boss answered, narrowing the options down.
"Yes."
Kirishima bowed before making his exit, mulling over the blank look on his boss's face as he left, he couldn't tell which option it was from that look, keeping it cool when it came to Takaba at last, or storing it up to unleash full force when the situation was ripe. He hoped it was the former.
He shut the door behind him, and missed as his boss scrunched the pages up in a tightly clenched fist, his knuckles going white as he gave a sigh, weary, and spoke in a soft voice that didn't reflect his white knuckle, "I'll let you get this out of your system, Akihito. I'll give you that much."
His voice hardened now as he tossed the crumpled photos on his desk, a silent sneer tugging his lip up infinitesimally, "but, you'll soon realize the only one who can satisfy you, is me. And when you realize, you and I have some talking to do."
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The rest of the week at Koga's flew by, either too drunk to worry about what day it was, or too busy with his head sunk in his lap top in the lounge with the two others, where they all lived and slept for the past three days, not willing to leave each others company, even when Ben's manager arrived and pestered him to stay in a hotel instead.
The three of them hadn't stopped pulsating with energy since they'd picked Ben up, Ben was a little slow off the mark at first, jet lag, but a pot of coffee and partying at Koga's place the first night he was there soon got rid of that.
Akihito was so exhausted he slept like a log every night since then, which was lucky, because if he hadn't been so busy, he knew he would be sleeping like shit otherwise, still nothing from Asami. Part of his exhaustion also pegged down to that, was that really all it would take for them to split? Even after all Asami's mumbo jumbo about never letting him go whether he liked it or not? Akihito didn't even know anymore. Just, fuck it all. Fuck Asami!
He wondered if the crime lord would be at his gig tonight, it was at ageha after all, no, he wouldn't think about Asami when he was set to go on stage in an hour, he came here for music and fun like he always did, and proof in the form of the last three days said that nothing could change that, much.
He sat in the backstage lounge room, Sudou picked him up from Koga's, the other two would come later.
It was the first time he'd seen Shuu since last Sunday, Asami had been making him work more it seemed, apart from that, Asami hadn't said anything to Shuu about the paper incident according to his friend, which made Akihito feel a little better. He would be feeling utterly crap if Shuu lost his job or got in trouble because of him.
The blonde model was currently sorting out security measures and reporters that always seemed to gather when he had a gig now days, and Akihito had to admit, it was good having a manager, Shuu was damn good at his job, and everything had become so much easier now, not burdening Koga, and letting Sudou help wherever he could, he'd even got a good friend out of it in the process.
So yeah, if Sudou got caught up in the crossfire, he'd be really pissed.
The DJ was lying back on the couch, relaxing in denim shorts, white canvas tennis shoes and a grey hooded zip jacket, with the sleeves cut off at the shoulder, zipped up only halfway, revealing most of his chest and sternum, it was summer, so Akihito didn't bother with an undershirt, it always got stifling at ageha, and tonight it would be even worse.
His trademark glasses rested on the bridge of his nose, and his favorite headphones were hugging his neck, soon, his hood would go up and Takaba Akihito would disappear for a little while.
The door opened, and Sudou came in with an accomplished look on his face, he managed to sort things out extra quick this time it seemed, the blonde on the couch flashed the model a smile, throwing the model a bottle of water with a 'think fast' attached to it.
"I know that trick by now, Akihito, you'll have to think of something else." Sudou laughed, and the sound of the plastic top cracking open accompanied his triumph.
"Oh, let me have some fun!" Akihito mocked.
"You have enough fun, thank you very much." The model chided and sat down next to him.
The DJ threw his head back and laughed outright, "Oh, Shuu, you're just butthurt because you've been too busy to play with us." Sudou hadn't got to meet Ben yet.
"…. Akihito." Sudou was oddly serious now.
"Huh, what is it?" he gave Sudou all his attention.
"Asami sama will be here in the next hour, he called ahead just then."
Well, that answered Akihito's question, Asami was coming, he wondered if the crime lord would play nice and let Koga and Ben in or not, since it was his building after all.
No, Asami wasn't that petty, and that meant he would be in the same building as Koga and Ben all night, it was almost perfect, he'd spent all week making tracks and planning light programs.
He was calm, he'd been waiting for this all week, building himself up, which only forced his mind further into readiness.
Tonight, he would turn the valve and release it all, he would sink into the skin of Midnight Kid like never before, and he would bring everybody in the building into madness with him.
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Kirishima stopped the limo outside the front entrance of ageha, getting out to open the door for Asami to step out unimpeded, normally there was a fair amount of media attention focused on the club owner when he arrived, only because it was Asami Ryuichi.
Now though, there was none, and the racket a few parking bays down had even Asami's head turning to look.
It explained the lack of media around him, because the car that pulled up to the curb was a brand new Chrysler 300C, complete with 22inch wheels and chrome rims, tinted windows and a sleek black paint job.
The black haired DJ, Koga, usually didn't get this much attention, in fact Asami knew he hated it, but Ben Austin got out of the passenger seat, Koga joining him as he threw his keys to a valet driver with a cheeky wink.
They were the epitome of music kingpins, both in tight shirts and shorts, casual and oozing sex appeal to the people surrounding them.
Of course, everyone was paying attention to Ben Austin and so was Asami.
He took this chance to evaluate the wealthy DJ who was charming everyone about him with a genuine smile, how was it possible that all DJs could smile and attract people like that? They really were a special breed.
Asami could see Ben was different to Akihito and Koga though, the way he carried himself spoke of only confidence and charisma, he knew he was attractive with his shaggy brown hair and strong cheekbones, a tasteful amount of facial hair bringing out the straight lines of his jaw. His tight V-neck shirt accentuated his muscled frame, dipping down enough in the collar to reveal muscled pectorals and smooth tanned skin. Yes, unlike the other two, this one knew the power he had over people, in a normal situation, and on stage most likely.
He might have been different, but in some things he was still the same, his laugh easy going, his stride care free and he was probably as bat shit crazy as the other two as well.
It still begged the question though, why was he so familiar with Akihito that he could grope him in public? He stayed his hand at the urge to shoot something, and gave Kirishima the order to find out.
"Yo, Salami sama!" Koga mock saluted as the pair walked passed him towards the building.
"Koga." Asami monotoned back, Kirishima cringed at the title, and Suoh tried his best to keep a straight face.
"Who was that?" Asami heard Ben ask as the pair neared the entrance.
Both Asami's men held their breaths then, and Asami listened very closely as Koga answered rather loudly, meaning for Asami to hear.
"Nah, no one!"
No one? Asami stared after the DJs in irritation, Koga, that little shit.
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In one of the VIP balconies overlooking the giant arena like club, one without sound proofed glass to lessen the volume, two DJs sat next to each other in the preemptive silence on a leather couch, they wanted to enjoy the music to its fullest extent without people getting in the way, so it was only them in the room, staring down at the black space in front of them.
Akihito was on, and it was silent, he'd turned all the lights off, sacrificing vision for complete obscurity, leaving all the patrons anxious and excited, the entire building was full to the brim with anticipation, and it was only increasing the longer the silent oblivion lasted.
"He's back. This is gonna be good." Koga commented, he could feel it as well, the build up before the release he knew his friend was dying to unleash. Tonight was really going to be something.
"What do you mean, 'he's back'? Hasn't he been back for a few months?" Ben quipped, cocking his head in question.
Koga shook his head, not that Ben could see, he'd felt this sensation before, back when Akihito first started out and made his name, "No, I mean he's back, the original Midnight Kid."
"Oho, fuck yes. Shit is gonna get cray!"
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In the owner's suite, Asami lounged in his leather chair, one leg resting atop his opposite knee as he leant back into the cushioned recliner.
He looked at his watch, Akihito was meant to be on, the warm up DJ left the stage 10 minutes ago, but all the lights below him were off, and a hushed silence had taken over the entire building, it seemed louder due to the complete darkness on the stage and dance floor.
It wasn't like Akihito to be late ever, or maybe he was playing up because Asami was here.
A few more minutes went by, and an odd feeling started to oppress the room he was in, the feeling seeped into Asami, leaving him impatient and on edge, threatening to pull him up out of his seat with the thickness of it.
He'd just about had enough, flicking his leg over to stand up and find out what the problem was, when a singular light flicked on, on the floor of the stage behind Akihito.
The brilliant silver light shone upwards in a ray of illumination, exposing Akihito's black silhouette for everyone to see at last.
He was still, he looked like a god as the pure light bathed him from behind, making him seem bigger to those below him on the ground.
With his appearance, that feeling raised itself a notch, the air growing in density, weighed down by the lone figure on stage that was simply letting the crowd stew in the tension.
The crime lord leant forward unconsciously, he'd never seen Akihito like this before, and he knew this gig was going to be different somehow.
The air was beginning to feel volatile, on the verge of exploding as the first quiet riff broke the silence, the singular sound repeated over and over, creating rhythm without a beat as he watched the black silhouette raise his hand in the air slowly, it went up inch by inch, as if the height of that hand could control the atmosphere.
Asami realized he was controlling it, he was controlling the air and creating this friction, he was wrapping everyone around his finger before he gave them what they all wanted.
Asami included.
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Back in the other booth, both DJs were up from their seats, their breaths caught in their chests as they watched the hand creep higher above the black form of their friend.
They got caught in Akihito's trap as the riff looped on itself, eyes glued to the silhouette that was glowing with silver rays behind it.
The volume amplified, and another riff began playing underneath the first one, growing in volume to merge with the other sound and adding an electric spark to the fickle air.
Still no bass, but a light cymbal noise then joined the cadence to add a soft beat to the surging noise that was growing in speed and volume, almost unstable in the way it sounded with no bass as a backbone.
The hand raised higher still.
Asami was on his feet now, wondering how Akihito even had him needing for it all to be released, that feeling of unease increasing.
The higher the cadence went, the more aggravated Asami grew.
The volume of the simple noise was deafening now, pleading to be paired with bass as the all the tunes joined into one symphonic sound that was missing just that one thing.
It got louder, the hand went higher, the sound rose in pitch, faster, louder, higher….
And then, all hell broke loose.
The crime lords jaw dropped at the same time Akihito snapped his hand down, like a knife tearing the tense fabric of coherency and launching the people below him into a frenzy as a heavy beat finally dropped, the bass so thick, so violent, it rattled his glass on the table beside him, vibrating entire establishment.
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At the same time that hand whipped down, the two DJs broke into yells of approval on their private balcony over looking the stage.
Plumes of artificial smoke burst forth from the front lines of the stage, obscuring Akihito's figure as flashes of lightning in the form of strobes lit the crowd in snap shots of time.
In respect to the electronic genius Akihito was giving them, both men let themselves go, jumping up and down in time with the rolling waves of the beat, hands in the air in salute to the bliss being delivered to them.
It may have been amazing to the patrons going mental on the dance floor, but to the DJs, it was exceptional, they could appreciate each tone, they way it all blended together to form an epic sound that pounded on all the senses.
It filled you, made you feel invincible, like you could do anything, but it only made you want to dance all night long, until you could no longer think, or stand, or do anything but be one with the others around you and the music.
Beer splashing out the tops of their bottles, Koga and Ben continued to dance without reservation, the tenacity in the club didn't lessen at all. Koga knew his friend was still pissed over the past week's events, and this angry sensation, sparks on the verge of lighting fire at any moment, reflected on that.
Good DJs had this ability to infect everyone with how they were feeling, happy, sad, angry, nostalgic, they could infuse the atmosphere, and soon everybody in the club would be sharing in their emotions, whether they knew it or not. The club would sell a lot of drinks tonight, fuel to keep up with the pace Midnight Kid was setting them all.
The heavy industrial house music Akihito went with in subsequent tracks after his opener were insane, feral and intimidating, Akihito was angry, and he also wasn't giving in, the rolling bass and low undertones brought out his strength and resolve.
The black haired music maestro barked a laugh, drowned in the music as the next track came on, oh fuck yes, he hoped that salami bastard was watching. The lights dimmed once more, the glow intensifying with the rise in the song, never lighting up the front of Akihito's figure.
The lone sound of the lyrics came over the massive speaker system:
I say why does it feel so good? So good to be bad.
Getting what I want, boy. Why does that make you so mad?
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You see, why does it feel so good? So good to be bad.
Cause if it's struggle that you're looking for. Oh baby, here I am.
Asami was still standing, he couldn't bring himself to sit down, he wasn't even sure how long it'd been, frozen in place. The ice in his whiskey tumbler had long since melted, the expensive whiskey ruined with the dilution of water.
Not that he was drinking it anyway, he was too busy staring, fixated on the figure, who not once after the initial song, had acknowledged the crowd or anything else except his equipment. Akihito was in so deep in his own mind, that he was on autopilot.
The crowd drunk it all up, soaking it in like a sponge, taking every sinister tone the DJ was plaguing them with.
Angry, heated, riled, those were all words to describe the mood in his club right now, roiling off Akihito in waves as the lights clashed about him, smoke snaking his limbs as he moved gracefully over his lap top, that hand raised to press one cup of the headphone to his head.
So good to be bad.
The menacing ensemble erupted after the lyrics, heaving the patrons into a violent mass of dancing, the club smelt like rage, sweat and sex as radiances washed over the damp hordes, not sure if it was a fight that would break out at any moment, or an orgy.
I say why does it feel so good? So good to be bad.
Getting what I want, boy. Why does that make you so mad?
So, Akihito knew he was here, and he wanted Asami to know that he knew, the attitude radiating from the stage told him everything. The club owner knew Akihito always used to think of him when composing sets and songs, some of the lyrics were too uncanny for him not too. Just like now.
You see, why does it feel so good? So good to be bad.
Cause if it's struggle that you're looking for. Oh baby, here I am.
At the same time though, the DJ was different, as the track changed into a strong thrum of house music, it almost felt as if Akihito didn't give two shits if Asami was here or not.
As if he didn't give a shit about anything but the music. This Midnight Kid was fresh, crazed, enigmatic and extremely, extremely talented.
The realization dawned on him, Akihito wasn't thinking about him, he'd just dropped all his inhibitions, and he was using music to vent his ire and show the world what he was truly capable of. Complete and utter domination of people's emotions and state of mind while they were within his domain.
The display of power and monopolization incited uncertainty in the crime lord, Akihito was incredible, and he was doing fine, better in fact, if tonight's performance was anything to go by, without him. This gig was on a whole new level to anything he'd seen before.
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3:30am, the last song of the night for Akihito, and the two DJs were still going crazy on their private balcony, all they needed was sound to keep them going. Cheeks and legs were hurting, from smiling and jumping for the entirety of the night.
Both of them were shouting with what voice they had left, Koga with extra glee, the lyrics of one of their favorites songs they used to all chant in summer 4 years ago.
Koga beamed, feral and mischievous at Akihito's choice for his closing track, it was like a reunion for the three DJs, the lyrics didn't mean much except for the fact they were fucking awesome to shout at the top of your lungs in the middle of the street at midnight when you'd had too much to drink, like they used to every weekend they spent together.
Too Asami though, it would be a kick in the teeth, and for that he sung as loud as he could. What a perfect fucking coincidence. He didn't care what anyone said, when it came to cheekiness, Akihito was way worse than him.
She wants to touch me, whoa-oh, she wants to love me, whoa-oh,
She'll never leave me, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh, oh!
Don't trust a hoe, never trust a hoe,
Won't trust a hoe, won't trust me.
There was no mistaking it now, Akihito was playing with him in the form of antagonizing lyrics. It was working, his buttons were being pushed, the longer the song played, and the more the iridescent lights swirled about the primal figure on the back lit stage, the more he bothered became.
She wants to touch me, whoa-oh, she wants to love me, whoa-oh,
She'll never leave me, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh, oh!
The song wasn't even finished before he turned and walked out the door behind him, Suoh opening it quickly as his boss caught them all off guard in his swift turn, on his way to Akihito's back stage lounge, before the door shut, the lyrics took another jab at him.
Don't trust a hoe, never trust a hoe,
Won't trust a hoe, won't trust me.
Asami may have been out of line with his comment on the DJ not flattering himself, but, if that was over the line, then this was way passed it.
Don't trust a hoe, never trust a hoe,
Won't trust a hoe, won't trust me.