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She drove furiously back to the hospital, in the meantime explaining what she knew to Ryosuke. She didn't have time to brief him about everything, and his involvement in this case was still ambiguous, so she gave him the clipnotes version. She's gone undercover to investigate a string of "deaths". She mentioned the name Black Crimson, and even the resourceful Ryosuke was not familiar with it. Midou, Kitagawa, and Murikawa, were no where to be found in the hospital, and their homes were quite empty. The three had taken off.

"Midou must have slipped. He must have seen you coming, lost his cool, and told you a lie that he knew you would uncover quickly. That man can't speak with tact unless it's scripted for him. They must've figured that once he'd been caught, he's squeal. I bet they took off, and sending you after me was a just a distraction." Ryosuke deduced.

"Yeah and I, like an idiot, fell for it!" She said, feeling quite angry with herself. "I don't know what I was thinking, I'd only been gone for 20 minutes, Hikaru-kun couldn't have gone far. Now he could be anywhere!"

"Look it's okay, you panicked. Anyone would have in your situation. We've just got to figure out a way to find him. I think Black Crimson is the place to start."

"I can't find them on the net or any of my other databases. I'm guessing they're black market."

"I wonder what they want with these kids anyway. I mean, if you wanted to kidnap people, there are easier ways." Ryosuke mused. "What are you thinking about?" He asked noticing Yasmine's face visibly darken.

"Nothing. Who knows what they're after. It could be a number of things." She said ambiguously. She pulled over to her right and got out of her car. Ryosuke got the sense she knew more than she was letting on.

"Where are we?" He asked. He hadn't missed the changing scenery or that she'd come to some sort of downtown ghetto. A place he'd never had to see, being from the prestigious family he was from. Where ever it was, it was pretty sketchy. "This your local hang out place?"

"Not even close," she replied smirking. "We're here to track a contact of mine. Here put this on, you're attracting too much attention. When we meet him, you keep you trap shut and play dumb. Turn around I'm going to change in the car."

He put on a hooded robe concealing his features. No one could tell he was Takahashi Ryosuke now. I attract too much attention? He hated to admit it, but he'd seen more men look at Yasmine with lust than he dared admit, sending a knot through the bottom of his stomach. She was the one who attracted too much attention. And she did so without trying, for though the contours of her figure and features were often hidden under long sleeved shirts and baggy pants, her body was an enigma capable of enticing the most level headed man. This much was true.

She came out of her car, now dressed in an off shoulder dress that fell to her knees, and her hair put in a braid off to one shoulder, the nape of her neck exposed. "Well, how do I look?" she asked playfully. Yasmine hated dressing this way. She hated the feeling of being so exposed and naked. She could feel the cheap men in the alley raping her with their eyes, and all she wanted to do was put on something less revealing.

"You look… terrible". He hadn't meant to say that but, part of Ryosuke just wanted to take something and put it over her, hiding her from the rest of the world. She was stunning.

Yasmine smiled to herself. Always the gentleman. You saw right through me. That was what she hated the most about Ryosuke. Yasmine was anything but an open book. She worked hard to conceal her emotions, but somehow, Ryosuke always managed to read her. "Follow me. We're going into the red light district now. Stay close and don't get lost."

"Come here often?" He asked, not sure what to make of her anymore. Who the hell was she and why did she know the inner workings of these places.

They entered a club raging with music and drunk men and women making out publicly. Walking to the back, Yasmine went up to the private entrance and found her favorite bouncer. He was the easiest to work on. "Hey," she whispered in his ear, sending a shock through the bouncer's spine. Strangely Ryosuke also stirred, as if she'd whisper like that to him. "I'm here for Rei. You know how he doesn't like to wait. Let me in and I can make it worth your while," she cooed sweetly.

"Ahhhh Mika-chan… don't do this to me. The boss doesn't want to be disturbed. "He told me to keep you out. You ruin him."

"He won't have to know who let me in. Besides, once he sees me, he'll want to keep me."

"Alright but, I get a kiss this time!" And without warning he grabbed her small waist, and pulled her close. Before Ryosuke could react from the situation, Yasmine had kneed the bouncer in the groin, and there he lay, withering on the ground.

Ryosuke's composure went out the window. "WHAT do you think you were doing! That was the most appalling thing I've ever seen. He's SO much bigger than you, what if he was ready for your attack."

She looked at him quizzically for a second. After a moment, when her internal voice had succeeded in cooling her down, she said "How I chose to behave is none of your business. If you think it's so appalling, you could've suggested another way in. Besides, this is his regular schedule. I tease, he falls for it, and I knee him. He does it everytime. Boys are such pathetic slaves to their hormones." She said sounding bitter and irritated. This outlook surprised Ryosuke. He thought her to be rather sensible and didn't think she'd be so judgmental towards men. It was completely irrational. She led him to the corridor and through a large door. And there he was, her so called contact, surrounded by women who looked like models. "Looks like you never change do you?" she asked standing in the doorway.

"Ahhh, Mika." Ryosuke liked the man less and less. He was lean red head with a cigarette propped between his lips. He was not handsome, but perhaps charming was the right word. The women around him dispersed and he motioned Mika to take their place. Instinctively Ryosuke grabbed her shoulder.

She could feel her muscles tense up under his grip. "Genma-chan, why don't you find yourself a nice corner? I won't be long."

"Who's the third wheel?" Rei asked. "You know how jealous I can get. I only left you alone cause you ain't into men. But here I am, smelling the stink of a boy on you."

"He 'boy' is mute, baby. He's my bodyguard. Doesn't like to show his face much." She retorted freeing her self from his grip. She glided over to Rei, and perched herself beside him. "I need a favor."

"You wanna get something, you gatta give something. So what am I getting today?"

"Be patient you'll find out." She whispered, her face only inches from his. She didn't even have time feel repulsed. She knew that smell and that lust all too well and she was not about to slip. Straightening up, she said "I need to know about this group I've been hearing about. Black Crimson."

Rei stood up, loaded his computer and pulled out a file. "You came to the right place, doll face. They're black market all right. Low key actually, I only see activity from them every month or so. Group of doctors, few in every hospital, do organ transplants for people on the down low. Usually people who can't get them done in hospitals. You know the type."

Her poker face was nearly flawless. But she felt as sick as Ryosuke looked. Thank God for that hood or even his refined expression would have given them away. Then she had an idea. "Just as I thought," she said. She was just making this up as she went along.

What the hell are you doing! Thought Ryosuke desperately. He had a bad feeling about this.

"I need in. I've been diagnosed with a chronic heart condition. You don't need to know the details. But I need a transplant. Surely, you could arrange that."

Then something strange happened. Rei's expression became softer and kinder. "Listen Yasmine-"

"I told you not to use my real name here!"

He came up close, grabbed her and threw her onto the couch. Ryosuke, lunged from his spot, but decided to leave it to Yasmine after seeing her expression. If things got really bad, he could always step in.

Rei was now on top of her whispering softly so no one could hear. "Listen baby doll, you know I can't be honest 'bout you here. But I can't stop myself. It took me a hell of a lot to get you out from where you were. Normally I wouldn't do it, if it wasn't you. Now you saying to me that you wanna get back involved with this shit? I know you ain't got no heart problems. You just meddling."

"Listen Rei, I know you want to keep me safe, but I have to do this. They're killing innocent people for organs so they can sell them to slum lords, and drug peddlers. They're killing kids!"

"Ain't nothing wrong with that, so long as you ain't the unlucky one getting 86'd!"

"Rei, I swear, I won't squeal."

"That's not what I'm worried about!"

"PLEASE!"

He got off her. Straightened up and more loudly said, "I guess that takes care of the payment. You're pretty hot in heat. Downtown, 54h and Souzon St. I'll take care of the rest."

Ryosuke and Yasmine, both left inconspicuously as they'd come. It was time to get what they came for and end this.