Hoo-rah! Here I am, finishing one story; updating another!

It makes my soul happy to know that people like the role-reversal.

It's fergilicious!

(Heh…sorry about that…)

Magic Touch

Joey lay awake in bed, not being able to take his mind off of the boy.

'Yami…' He repeated in his mind.

He kept thinking about what might have happened to the boy should he not have intervened.

But…

Had it already happened?

Thoughts plagued the blonde's mind; he desired to see the boy again.

And he would.

The next day.

He was going to go back to that club to see him. He wanted to know everything. There was something about him that made intrigued Joey.

He sat up and gazed out the window. The rain had slowed down; the clearing drizzle making the outside world easier to see.

Where did the boy live, if anywhere? Did he have parents? Friends?

…Anyone?

Joey decided to let those thoughts hold off until the morning; closing his eyes and falling asleep.

XXX

Joey grabbed his wallet off of his desk, running out to the garage where his car was parked.

Even though his father really didn't have much to do with him, he still bought him pretty much whatever he wanted.

He unlocked the driver side door to his black Bentley, stepping inside starting up the car.

He pressed the button on his garage-door opener, waiting for the shutter to lift before pulling his car out; hitting the button again to close the device.

Joey continued his drive down the road. The club wasn't that far away. After all, he had walked there the previous night.

The lights from the club weren't lit, so the blonde wasn't exactly sure if they were open. Since he wasn't a clubber, he was unaware of the hours that they went by.

He pulled his car into the side lot, making sure to lock it a few times after what had nearly happened last night.

He approached the front door. It appeared as though the club was starting to open.

"Can I help you?" The doorman asked.

"Uh…are you guys open?" The blonde asked, embarrassed.

"We're doing a birthday party at lunch today. We won't be open to the public until later tonight."

"Oh…" Joey asked, beginning to walk off.

He quickly stopped himself.

"Hey! Um…wait a second!"

The man turned back towards him.

"What is it?"

"Uh…is…Yami here today?"

"Yami?" The man questioned.

"Yeah…he's…um, one of the dancers…with the…hair…I guess?"

He watched the man think.

"Oh, Yami! Right, right, of course. No, actually. He does stuff down at the Spider Club during the day. He doesn't come here until around 10pm."

The blonde's eyes widened.

He worked two jobs like this?

"Do you think you could give me directions?" The blonde asked.

"Oh, sure. It's down the street, pass the first light and then hang a left."

"Thank you," Joey said, moving back to the parking lot and stepping back inside his car.

The man watched him speed off, pausing at the light and then traveling down the road.

Joey stopped his car in front of the other club. A large spider adorned the top of it.

He exited his car; walking up to the front, showing his ID and entering the building.

He gazed around; the club was quite dark. Strobe lights provided little relief. The blonde assumed it was supposed to be private.

…How private?

He stopped one of the waitresses.

"Excuse me, ma'am."

She paused. "Yes?"

"I'm looking for Yami…"

She frowned. "I'm sorry. I'm afraid he's doing a private show in the back right now. Could you give him about ten minutes?"

Joey stood firm, his eyes wide; his mouth slightly open.

"Y-yeah…sure…" He stammered.

She smiled, carrying her tray into the back.

Joey went over to the bar, sitting down on a stool, trying to contain himself.

"Private show?" He whispered quietly to himself. "What the hell does that mean?"

"Hey, boy, you want something or what?"

Joey turned around to face the bar tender, who was leaning over the counter waiting for his order.

"Uh, no thanks. I'm just hanging out for a sec…"

The man nodded, turning his back to the blonde.

"Uh…actually…I have a question."

He turned back around. "Yeah?"

"What does it mean when someone's doing a…private show?"

The man furrowed his eyebrows, shifting his weight from foot to foot.

"Well, pretty much…it means they get their own special strip-tease-lap-dance kinda thing. It's creepy, I know. Why, you want one?"

"No, oh, no…" Joey defended. "I just…do you know, uh, Yami?"

"Yami? Oh, yeah, sure. He's here all the time."

"Is something wrong with him?"

The man peered around, leaning closer to Joey.

"I can't tell you too much. He's real quiet, you know? Don't talk to nobody. Hell, sometimes I'll even catch him talkin' to himself. I used to think he was on drugs 'till I found out the real reason."

Joey swallowed. "And…what reason is that?"

"Like I said, I can't tell you too much."

Joey paused. "Is he friendly?"

The man shrugged.

"He ain't exactly approachable. 'You try 'n talk to him and he'll just walk away from ya'."

Joey listened as the man continued, still keeping his eyes peeled for the boy.

"I don't even know what he's doin' here," The man said. "Somebody who's been where he's been belongs in a damn mental institution. I feel sorry for him. He does it for the money."

"Does he make a lot of money?"

The man scoffed. "What? Being a stripper? Hell, no, boy, people like that don't make shit."

The two conversed for a while before the man directed Joey's attention across the room.

"That's him, right there." He pointed.

Joey spun around in his chair, watching as Yami quietly exited through a back door.

"If you wanna talk to him, I suggest you go catch him."

Joey stood, leaving the man a tip even though he never purchased anything.

"Thanks."

The blonde scurried out the door, heading over to the backside of the building.

He watched as Yami slowly opened and shut the door, zipping up his coat and stuffing his hands into his pockets; his head down as he began to walk away.

Joey ran behind him.

"Hey!" He called.

Yami stopped abruptly, startled. He turned to Joey.

"Oh, for God's sake." He moaned. "What do you want now?"

"I want to talk to you." The blonde answered.

"Well, I don't want to talk to you." He replied. "Leave me alone."

Joey watched him pull a cigarette out of his pocket, lighting it quickly behind his hand and leaning against the side wall.

Yami turned towards him.

"Could you please stop staring at me?" He said.

Joey frowned.

"Can I please just talk to you?"

Yami took a whiff of his cigarette, flicking off the ashes at the tip, stepping on them as they fell onto the ground.

"The last person…that wanted to talk to me…didn't just want to talk to me, you know." He said.

Joey paused. "Look. I don't want anything. I swear."

Silence.

"Just get in my car, and we'll go someplace where we can talk, okay?"

Yami removed the cigarette from his mouth.

"Get in your car? Are you serious? Do you think I'm stupid?"

Joey swallowed hard.

"Listen to me. I swear to God I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not like other people."

Yami paused, flicking his cigarette again.

"Fine." He stated. "But if you try anything…"

"I promise. Nothing's going to happen."

Yami waited on the side of the street as Joey pulled his car along side him, motioning for him to enter.

Being it was quite cold outside, Joey blared up the heat. He shook glances back and forth between the road and Yami.

Joey stopped at a light, looking over at the boy.

"Are you hungry?"

"No. I would really just like to go home."

"You sure?"

Yami closed his eyes. "Take me home. Now."

"Okay, fine…where do you live?"

Yami waited for him to pass a couple of streets.

"Right here is good."

Joey froze.

"What?! This is just a street?!"

"I know."

"I'm not letting you off in the middle of the city!"

Yami sighed.

"I have to go back to work tonight, anyway. What do you expect me to do?"

"Do you have a real house?"

"No."

Joey silenced.

"I want you to come back with me."

Yami scoffed. "Look. Just let me out of the car, okay? I need to take care of some things, anyway…"

Joey tried to stop him; however he had no power over the boys' decision.

He watched him unlock his door, stepping out and heading back down the street…

DUN!

Where do you think he's going?

To get his nails done? To apply at the McDonalds? No, sillies! He's going to find some drama!

More drama for your mommas!

R&R!

GK09