Darker Than Black: Host Club

Chapter Four: Plan of Attack

Misaki stopped halfway into the crowded club, cocking her eyes as she thought she noticed Li sitting at her booth sipping some wine. She looked over at the rounded booths and occupants in the middle of the club, and over at her booth to get a second glance. However, she couldn't tell if it was him or not.

"Li-kun?" Misaki questioned to herself.

A hand seized her right hand, startling her. She turned around to squint at a blond man with a cigarette in his mouth. She waved away the smoke and asked, "November?"

He took the cigarette out of his mouth and leaned closer to her.

"Misaki, I didn't want to worry you before," November Eleven whispered, as she held her fingers on her nose from the smell of tobacco, "but you need to be cautious around that young man over there."

Misaki stared at him flabbergasted wondering if he had found out something. That meant that Li was sitting over at the table. However, there was no cause for worry, because she didn't suspect him of being BK-201 anymore. She didn't feel happy though, as nausea engulfed her stomach to know that she shared a kiss with the Black Reaper and he wasn't Li.

"Cautious?" Misaki questioned, sounding like a chipmunk since she still had her nose plugged.

"Remember when I told you about the observer spirit?" he began, as two guests and a host walked around them. Misaki nodded her head. "I think it's possible that he saw it. He could be a contractor working for the Yakuza. Or even BK-201 in the flesh."

Misaki looked at him baffled. November Eleven extinguished the cigarette in an ashtray at a table they were standing by.

"He does have similar features," he continued.

"No, no." Misaki released her nose. "He can't be the Black Reaper. BK-201 was the one who had cuffed me to the car."

November Eleven looked at her stupefied, and then his eyes widened. He backed up for a second, bumping into a goofy looking guest.

"Mind your step, pal!" he yelled.

November Eleven gave him a slight smile, baffling the goofy looking man, and giving him the creeps. He moved along as November Eleven gazed back at Misaki sternly.

"And exactly how was he able to do that?" he questioned.

"It—it doesn't matter," she replied, hiding her embarrassment. "Besides, he wouldn't have had enough time to change and get back into the club. You found me only seconds after he had left."

"Yes, but with the capability like BK-201's, the minute I spent getting the keys and unlocking you would have been the sufficient amount of time he would need."

Misaki was speechless. She looked toward the ground, reminiscing on how Li's features mirrored BK-201's at the clothing store, contemplating that Li could be BK-201.

No, she didn't want to think that since Li seemed like a gentleman and BK201 a ruthless killer. He also had emotions while contractors lacked acting on it. It's known that contractors pretend to show feelings, however she was usually good at telling when someone was acting, and Li didn't appear to be.

"Did he do anything suspicious while you were with him?" November Eleven asked, pulling Misaki from her thoughts.

"No… Nothing," Misaki answered, looking back up at him. She turned around, squinched her eyes at Li while thinking about his phone call, and his manager stating he had been gone for a lengthy period. She also remembered he had changed into a black shirt. In fact, he was now dressed in all black, indicating the only thing he had to do was remove his jacket.

"Misaki, I'm positive of what I saw. You are a talented and smart woman, but you're letting your emotions get the best of you." He smiled. "You would have made the perfect detective if you were a contractor."

Misaki's eyes narrowed.

"Just kidding," he joked. "Even if he's not BK-201, I'm sure he's a contractor. We need to get him to use his powers in front of us."

Get him to use his powers? Misaki thought. Maybe all I need to do is frisk him to find out if he has a weapon or coat on him. Idiot! She hit her head in her mind. It's not likely he could keep a coat in his pocket.

"Get him to use his powers?" she questioned. "How do you plan on doing that? Even if he is BK-201, he isn't going to give up his identity so easily."

"A plan of attack."

"Attack?" Her eyes slanted while remembering his last plan and crossed her arms. "What kind of an attack?"

"You'll see."

"I'd prefer to know." Misaki's answer from him was a smirk. "And if Li's neither BK-201 nor a contractor?

"Then it frees me to kill Mr. 201-BK, and you and Mr. Shengshun can live happily ever after, does it not?"

Misaki blushed, imagining her and Li in the suburbs living in a cozy home with a cat and a few kids. Her image of a fantasy life dissipated, as she noticed Li starting to leave the booth at the corner of her eye.

"Li-kun," she called out.

Misaki ran over to him, caring less for bumping into a waiter who was carrying a tray loaded with glasses of wine, and knocking it over to spill on his clothes and stain November Eleven's pants before they shattered on the floor.

"Son of a…!" yelled the waiter. "That's coming out of my paycheck! Watch it next time!"

November Eleven, looking a little displeased at his pants, grabbed a napkin off a table to wipe at it, and followed her with a concerned look.

Misaki ran up behind Li and grabbed him by the arm. He turned around startled, but smiled as he noticed whom it was.

"Kirihara-san," he greeted, smiling to indicate he was pleased to see her, until he noticed the blond. "Oh, I didn't realize you had asked for another host. I'm sorry my phone call had taken so long. I didn't see you at the table when I came back so I went to use the restroom, and then came back to wait for you."

"You've been waiting for me all this time?" she asked, dumbfounded.

"Hai."

November Eleven let out a smirk and mumbled to himself, "Like I believe that."

Misaki turned her head and glared at him angrily.

"Eh, where are your glasses, Kirihara-san?"

"Well, I…" Misaki stuttered, as she placed her hand on her face and noticed she didn't have them on. She felt stupid. No wonder she was having a hard time seeing. She forgot to pick them up after BK-201 removed them. "I must have left them at our table."

"I'll get them for you," offered Li. "Which table was it?"

"That's all right. I'll get them," Misaki assured. "Oh crap, my purse too! I'll be right back." Misaki turned around to see November Eleven, who appeared to be blushing—if contractors could—as he held up her purse. She let out a sigh of relief, grabbed it and left to get her glasses.

Misaki pushed her way through employees while heading over to another aisle. She bent down behind the black booths for a few seconds, disappearing from Li's sight, and then continued to waver around people while holding her dress from exposing her butt and looking under tables for her shoes. She cursed, hoping to find them quickly, but luck wasn't on her side. What was worse was the guests and waiters looking down at her puzzled.

She reached a break in the aisle to where her date could see her. His attention shifted to her, making him stare at her perplexed, which she thoughtlessly smiled at him. He returned it, as though indicating he hadn't been led on to what she was looking for.

Misaki continued scrounging around, searching under a few more tables until she found one next to a man's foot who was with a young and beautiful woman. She reached under it, accidentally touching and rubbing the man's leg, and causing him to let out a slight whimper and smile. Apparently, he thought his date was playing footsies with him.

The guy lifted up his foot, allowing Misaki to snatch her shoe, and he joined in the game. To his surprise, as Misaki crouched off, the man's date stood and smacked him with her purse.

"Pervert!" she yelled.

Misaki found her other one a couple of tables over that was empty, picked it up, and put her shoes on. She then exited a back door with a sign over it that said, "Garage and Restrooms."

Hei, who was able to follow her every move, pretended to be oblivious to everything, and smiled amusingly but shrugged it off as he realized November Eleven was giving him a deathly glare.

"It appears that she had gone into in the restroom," indicated November Eleven. He narrowed his eyes. "It would seem she believes she might have dropped it in there."

"EH?" questioned Hei embarrassedly, knowing what the agent was stating. "W—we… W—we didn't do anything in the restroom. I assure, you."

"I'm not interested in what you two did earlier," he replied, while giving him a look as if he was going to interrogate him.

"Ah… You don't need to worry," said Hei. "I don't plan on taking your client away from you."

The MI-6 agent stared at him baffled, and stated, "I'm not concerned about that either."

Hei looked at him dumbfounded.

November Eleven leaned forward, and whispered, "I know what you are."

Hei's eyes widened. "Eh…I assure you I… I'm not gay and I'm not… interested in you. You'll have to look for someone else."

"Still not going to admit it."

"There's nothing to…"

"Li-kun!" yelled a voice behind Hei. He turned to see his manager and then glanced back at the blond. "What are you doing out here chatting? Where's your client? I thought you took off with her since you haven't been at your table."

November Eleven's eyes narrowed in disbelief at Hei, as Hei tried to keep his calm. It seems the annoying MI-6 agent suspected him of being BK-201. Did Misaki tell him and come to arrest him? He thought by coming back into the club Misaki's suspicions of him would diminish. However, it looks as if it had backfired on him. He hoped he could convince them otherwise, or death was in store for them.

Hei's manager glanced at the blond, gave him an angry look, and said, "And what are you doing here? Didn't I fire you yesterday? Get out of my club!"

The manger waved to a couple of his bouncers. Two men, the size of miniature rhinos and muscles that looked as tough as rocks, walked up to November Eleven, and took him by the arms.

"Remove your hands," stated November Eleven smoothly. "I can escort myself out."

The men looked at their manager, who nodded it was all right to let him go.

The men did so, allowing him to straighten out his suit, and he began departing the building with his two new friends on his tail.

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Misaki walked into the garage that was packed with cars, and began heading over to where BK-201 had handcuffed her. As she drew towards the area, she noticed a short chubby man in front of the car she had been cuffed to, starring baffled at the handcuffs around the grill.

"What on Earth?" he muttered.

He took a hold and fiddled with it, seeing if he could find some magical way of removing it. Misaki cursed, knowing she would have to wait. After rolling the cuffs around the grill to be denied a path, the chubby man began tugging at it with no luck. He walked around the car, popped the trunk with a remote, and began digging through a toolbox. He pulled out a miniature saw, baffling Misaki, and closed the trunk.

He returned to the front of the car to cut at the handcuffs. As he did, Misaki thought about approaching the chubby man with her badge to ask the guy why he had an item like that in his car. She instead decided to let it be since she wouldn't have to wait long.

Unfortunately, she was wrong.

The guy spent five minutes hacking at it, making scratches in his grill and hood, and it didn't seem as though he was putting a mark on the cuffs.

"AH! I give up!" shouted the chubby man. "I knew I should have changed the blade two months ago!"

The man threw his dull saw in the trunk, closed it, and entered his car to drive off with Misaki's cuffs swaying back and forth and knocking into the grill. Misaki prayed her glasses were not on top of the car or anywhere in its travel path.

She walked over to the spot and started looking around for them under and on top of cars, and along the ground while hoping no one would see her bending over, as she held the skirt over her butt.

Misaki felt her phone ring in her yellow jacket's pocket. She reached in for it and felt something else with it. She pulled the phone out along with her glasses.

"Why that sneaky little…" she began, as her phone rang again. She looked at it to see Saitou calling. She answered it and said annoyed, "What is it, Saitou?"

"Chief, how's the situation at the club? Kanami just called to say that BK-201 and November Eleven were active. Do you need back up?"

A little late for that, no wonder we can never catch him, Misaki thought. "No, November Eleven has everything under control. BK-201 is no longer around. Keep me posted if he becomes active again."

"Hai!"

Misaki hung up and placed her phone back in her pocket. She fitted on her glasses; pleased to have twenty-twenty vision again, but then she noticed a hairline fracture on her right lens.

"Great!"

Hei's manager stood in front of him angrily with his arms crossed.

"Now, where's your client?" he inquired.

"Restroom," Hei replied.

"And you didn't go with her?"

"Eh, I thought it's not proper for a guy to enter a woman's restroom."

"Didn't stop you before, why now?"

"Eh, well, I didn't have to use the toilet, I guess." Hei shrugged.

The manager's face turned as red as molten lava, causing the sweat that had developed on his forehead to evaporate. Hei believed he was about to be fired.

"I don't CARE if you have to pee or not!" he shouted. "I'm more concerned about making a little more prophet off of your service to HER! Know what I mean?"

"Think so, but I don't think she needs an escort to the toilet."

It seemed as though a volcano had erupted in his boss's head. He opened his mouth to shout something, but stopped as Misaki came wobbling back with her glasses on. The manger quickly changed his composure, his lava-like blood sizzling down, as he smiled at her.

"Ah, there you are, miss," he greeted, and then turned to face Hei. "Li-kun, why don't you take this beautiful young lady back to her table?"

"I'm sorry, but I'll be leaving for the night," informed Misaki.

Hei's manager cringed slightly, and then glared at Hei displeased. He pushed it away and smiled at Misaki while clapping his hands together.

"I hope you had enjoyed your experience here, preferably your first visit, and you and your other love friend will come and see us again. Please don't be hesitant to tell your other friends and colleagues about us."

"I will. Thank you, Li-kun. I had a fabulous time. Will you be here tomorrow?"

"Of course he will," the manger interrupted. "He'll be here from one till closing."

Hei smiled, "I'm sorry, Kirihara-san. I just quit."

"Yes, see, he's quitting." The manager nodded. A light turned on in his head, and looked at Li flabbergasted. "Qui—quitting? You can't! You know how many women ask about you! I had some pink-haired girl come in here asking for you! I had to turn her away since she looked too young and she looked like she couldn't afford this place! There are many women visiting for the first time asking about you because they saw you walking in. You can't quit!"

"May I walk you to your car?" Hei asked, smiling at Misaki.

"Are you listening to me?" asked his manager.

Misaki returned the smile and nodded to let him escort her out of the club.

They slowly walked towards the garage and down some narrow stairs. She was pleased to get some more alone time with Li since she rarely received any due to her work schedule.

Misaki's phone rang, informing her she had received a text message. She took it out and looked at the screen to read, Remember, "Plan of Attack."

She sighed. There had to be a better way of finding out the truth. For instance, if she could get him to wrap his arms around her, she could feel around him to check to see if he was carrying any weapons. She thought about acting cold so he would place his coat on her in which she could check his pockets first. Perhaps if she continued to act cold he would wrap his arms around her, giving her another golden opportunity to search.

Whom was she kidding! If Li were BK201, there would be no way he would give her the chance to search him.

A shiver ran down her spine, making her teeth chatter, and having her rub her hands together. Now she had done it. Since she thought about pretending to be cold, Misaki had made her brain believe she was freezing.

Li glanced at her. He walked behind her, removed his coat, and put it over her shoulder.

That worked well, Misaki thought.

She put her hands in his pockets and was relieved not to find any weapons or a wire.

They stepped from the stairs to head where she had parked, but as she approached the vicinity, she remembered her little involvement with BK-201 earlier.

Damn it! she thought. Why did BK-201 have to kiss me? Now I can't think straight.

"Wrong floor," said Misaki embarrassed. "You don't have to follow me. I'll be all right, Li-kun," she finished trying to be nice, but hoped he would stay.

"It's not a problem," he smiled, gazing into her eyes.

Misaki felt another shiver run down her spine. His eyes were so captivating and she felt herself daze off into la la land, as she thought about their night together again.

"Kirihara-san?" muttered Li, snapping her mind out of the daze. "Do you remember where you parked?"

"Eh… yes. It's two floors up."

They headed back to the stairs. As they ascended them, Misaki slipped from the shoes she wore, and twisted her ankle. She dropped to her knees, grabbing at it. Li stopped and turned around to check on her.

"I'm fine," she assured, as she rubbed at her ankle.

Li stepped down behind her and scooped her up in his arms. Misaki was surprised at first, but she settled in his grasp, and wrapped her arms around his neck, as he carried her up to the fifth floor. With the comfort from him, she forgot to search him.

"Where are you parked at?" Li asked when they reached their floor.

"Over ther..."

Misaki's eyes widen to see her car blocking a line of cars in front and behind it. People were standing around waiting impatiently while others who had exited his or her cars were pushing her car out of the way. She sighed and hoped no one knew it was hers. She also prayed that nobody was stealing her CB or anything else.

Li noticed her expression, and asked, "Eh, is that your car, Kirihara-san?"

"Ah…Hai," she bashfully replied, hoping no one heard him.

"What happened?" Li questioned and let her down.

"It just stalled out while I was trying to leave earlier. I meant to call for a tow truck, but I got distracted when I saw you."

A few minutes later, her car had been pushed aside in a vacant lot that took two parking lanes. The group of people who had moved her car, entered his or her car, and drove off with the rest of the waiting vehicles.

Misaki took the opportune moment to call a tow truck, gave the woman on the other line her location, and problem.

"Someone will be with you in the hour, miss," the woman indicated.

She hung up and returned her phone to her pocket to see every single vehicle had departed. She and Li walked over to it with Li sitting on the hood.

"Li-kun, you know you don't have to wait here with me. You can go home."

"It's all right. There are many dangerous people around. I just want to make sure you're safe."

"That's very kind," smiled Misaki.

She went to jump up onto her hood, but her tight dress prevented her from succeeding, and she started to slip off it. Li's coat fell off her and onto the ground, as Li grabbed her arm to pull her up and into his.

Her face was centimeters away from his, her eyes gazing into his midnight blue eyes, as she felt her heart fill with lust. His chest was warm against hers, and his heart was pounding heavily. Misaki drawled in from temptation to kiss his lips, feeling his breath baiting at hers, but hesitated as she remembered his statement about only being friends. She wished he would just throw that title away and kiss her. She waited patiently, as they held the position for what seemed like hours, and just as she thought he was about to kiss her, he pulled away.

She felt her heart sink quicker than the Titanic and wished she had made a move before he had a chance to jump ship.

"Eh… This is a nice car, Kirihara-san."

Yeah, Misaki, there isn't anything more romantic than sitting on top of a stalled out car's hood in an exhaust smelling garage. She thought to herself. No way is he going to kiss you.

"Ah, thank you, Li-kun," replied Misaki, trying to hide her dismay.

Wait a minute. Why do I even care? Maybe I do have a yearning for him to be BK-201. Someone mysterious, strong, and has saved my life more than once. However, someone who is kind, handsome, and appreciates food like me.

She chuckled at her last thought.

No, he's not BK-201. Don't let the Tobacco Smelling Contractor's words let you think otherwise.

"Are you all right, Kirihara-san?"

"Ah... Hai."

Misaki shivered slightly. He slid off the car to grab his jacket, jumped back up next to her, and laid it over her exposed legs.

"Thank you, it's a little cold in here."

Li smiled and then wrapped his arms around her to keep her warm.

"We could go back into the club and wait for the truck," Li suggested, gazing into her eyes.

"No, that's all right," replied Misaki, looking up at him.

She would rather stay here in his warm embrace. She didn't care about finding out the truth. Black Reaper or not, this was what she desired.

As she lay in his arms, the only thought that ran through her mind was wondering if Li would ever kiss her again. Yesterday it was as easy as eating, but today it was harder than her cooking a large meal to fill his huge appetite. It shouldn't be this difficult a second time around. What harm would it cause, except maybe losing his friendship? She quivered from the thought.

There had to be a way for her to get him to see her as more than a friend. Food sounded like a great start, and it had worked out great yesterday. Maybe she could cook him a meal. No, that wasn't a good idea since she usually burnt anything that needed to be fried in a pan.

There was a Police Banquette coming up. She never liked going because she always ended up going by herself or with Saitou. Perhaps she should ask Li if he would be interested in going with her.

"Umm, Li-kun, would you…?" she began, but then froze, as she gazed into his eyes again.

"Would I what?"

Would you kiss me? she thought, but she didn't have the courage to ask.

"Would you like to get something to eat later?" she asked instead. Misaki figured it would be weird to ask him to a police banquette, especially if he is the Black Reaper.

"I would love to," he smiled.

She returned it.

She shivered again, feeling the cold nipping at her exposed arms, and rubbed at them. Li held her tighter while trying to keep her warm. Misaki rested her head on his chest to feel his heart thumping against her ear, and to dwell in the heat he dispelled.

She lay blissfully in his arms, hoping the tow truck man didn't arrive until mid morning. Feeling comfortable, she calmly and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Misaki felt coldness sweep over her body, causing her to awaken and find herself lying on top of a car's hood. She also noticed Li's coat was missing and her handcuffs were attached to her wrist while the other side hung loose.

"BK-201 must have electrocuted me to escape and unlocked the cuffs before he left," she told herself. "Damn him. Did I just dream everything with Li? No chance he is still in the club or that we'll be able to get something to eat."

She began to wonder what had happened to November Eleven since he was nowhere around. Was he somewhere lying unconscious, or did BK-201 kill him.

At that thought, she felt someone sitting behind her. The person wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close against his body to where she was sitting between his legs while he began to kiss her ear and gently moved down to her neck.

It was then that she realized she was on top of her Porsche and not some stranger's car. She must have fallen asleep in Li's arms while waiting for the truck.

Li continued to kiss her neck while he rubbed her chest.

"Hmm... Li-kun," she began, wondering what had gotten over him.

Did his desires for her grow while holding her in his arms, or did he finally remember their night? She wanted him to kiss her, but it felt like he wanted to repeat their encounter from last night, which was not appropriate out in public. Not to mention, there might be cameras recording them.

"I... I don't think this is..." she began

"It's Hei," a deep voice said, causing Misaki to look on startled. He continued to plant sweet caresses against her neck, as she noticed that she wasn't wearing her jacket, but a heavy black trench coat with nothing on underneath.

However, none of that seemed to matter. He motioned her around while continuing to kiss her until his lips found hers. She melted into his touch.

He laid her gently down on the car's hood and positioned himself on top of her while continuing to kiss her.

He was fully clothed with a black shirt, pants and his weapons, but that would soon change. Misaki began by removing his weapon holster, throwing it onto the ground, and then his shirt, tossing it aside.

The side of her head bumped into something. She grabbed at it, feeling it was his mask, and threw it away since it was in her way to have it shatter into pieces. The intense sensations she was experiencing seemed to blur her vision immensely; she couldn't train her eyes on Hei's face, but her emotions told her it wasn't important. Misaki's urge grew more radiant from mysteriousness swelling inside her well-being.

"Hei," she whispered while licking her lips.

"Kirihara-san."

Kirihara-san? She heartlessly thought.

For the Black Reaper to call her by her heritage name didn't feel sensational to her. It was something she would want Li to call her, as merely a friend. She didn't want a man with such a caliber as Hei to call her that.

"It's... it's..."

"Kirihara-san!"

"It's… Misaki..." she whispered sexually.

"Misaki-san," a higher pitch voice called out.

"Just Misaki, please..."

"Misaki. It's coming."

"Come...Coming…?" It just got started, she thought.

"The truck."

Misaki awoke startled on those words to find her lying in Li's arms. She felt drool on her mouth and wiped it away embarrassed.

"Misaki," said Li. "The tow truck is here."

Misaki looked to see a dirt-filth tow truck with a tall meaty man smoking a cigarette exiting to walk over and greet them.

"Call for a tow, missy?" he asked, ashes from his cigarette falling to land on her car.

Misaki was about to say no and call for another truck driver, but Li beat her to the punch. "Yes she did."

"Great!" he shouted in English. "That your car? That blue one. That thing is Beautiful!"

"Can you just hook it up for me!" pleaded Misaki.

"Sure, no problem."

The meaty man began his work, pulling down his cable line, and bent over to show a half moon as he fastened his hook to Misaki's front bumper.

"Okay! Put her in neutral and we can be on our way," he informed.

"It should be already in neutral since it had to be pushed aside," commented Misaki.

"Okay! Need a lift?"

"No, I'll decline."

The last thing she wanted was to sit in a truck that smelt of cigarettes, and she had a date to finish. Well, she considered it a date, even if Li did not.

"Okay! See you later, little missy."

The meaty man climbed into his truck, and began to drive off, flying down the ramps as though he was racing her Porsche, and making her think her car was going to need more than a chip to be fixed.

Misaki and Li descended the stairs, and exited onto a busy street. The restaurant she wanted to go to with Li was a couple of blocks over. She gestured Li to follow her down the narrow alley between the host club and a shopping complex.

About halfway through the alley, Li suddenly tripped over something. He tried to break his fall by grabbing onto Misaki, but he ended up taking her down with him.

Ironically, he somehow was able to wrap her securely in his arms and motioned his body to where she landed on top of him.

A loud banging noise could be heard behind them. Misaki paid no attention to it since hers and Li's faces were inches apart. Misaki didn't move while she stared into Li's midnight blue eyes, as Li lay silently looking into hers, neither of them moving. She could feel her heart beating ten times faster than normal.

Misaki felt the urge to draw closer to him. She wouldn't let this opportunity pass again and hoped that if she got things going, he would kiss her as he had done last night at her place. Why did they have to be just friends? They were more than that last night. Even if he didn't remember, he should still have feelings for her. Why couldn't he carry her off somewhere where they could both remember and luxuriate in a night concertedly?

"You have very good reflexes," commented a man's voice, startling them and causing them to glance in its direction to see November Eleven before them glaring at Li deadly.

Misaki looked at him baffled at why he was here. Was this his 'Plan of attack'?

"It's quite a coincidence that you would happen to trip, just as I threw a baseball at your head," continued November Eleven, as the two stood up.

"Jack?" Misaki asked upset. A baseball? So that is what I felt fly over our heads. Li wasn't tripping; he was preventing them from getting hit by a baseball.

"You threw a baseball at my head?" she yelled upset.

"And he dodged it. You know what he is, Misaki. Why are you hanging so casually around him?"

"What are you doing?" Misaki said angrily. She was amazed at how quickly Li reacted and it made her suspect him more. However, she couldn't believe November Eleven would go as far as to try and prove he was BK-201. Moreover, why did it have to be a baseball? "Leave the situation alone, and let me handle it."

Li looked back and forth at the two confused.

"I saw you two in the garage," stated November Eleven. "Don't let your feelings towards him cloud your judgment."

"I'm not. I told you, he couldn't be!"

"Eh… I–I'm really not attracted to you," insisted Li. The blond man looked at him angrily. "There's a bar I'm sure you would like a few blocks down in that direction."

Li pointed in the opposite direction they were headed.

Misaki looked at Li dumbfounded, but then started laughing hysterically.

"Still playing Mr. Innocent? I'll beat the truth out of you. You better defend yourself well, or I'll kill you."

To be continued…

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A.N: Ahahahahaha! A baseball.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Please let me know what you thought.

Thanks again to Sakabatou77. I really wouldn't be posting these stories without his help.

Japanese Translation:

Hai: Yes