A/N: This is the last chapter I will post that is unbeta'd. The wonderful Miyanoai has offered to beta for me! Thanks a million, always!

***Sunshine***

Chapter Four:

Life throbbed under the black lights of Club Peek. Sweaty bodies mashed together, hearts pulsed as one, as they ebbed and flowed like a current. Under the strobe lights and the black lights, they were one body, a mindless animal in heat. Akihito was in the epicenter of the swirling storm. Bodies that he did not know where plastered to his, sweat and saliva mixing with the glitter that rained from the ceiling. Everything about Club Peek oozed sensuality, and Asami would be there soon.

He agreed to let his precious kitten out of his sight for a few hours in exchange for three body guards stationed at the club's entrances. There were probably several undercover goons as well, all watching him until Asami could finally arrive. Akihito did not care. His heart was racing, his skin was on fire and the alcohol was free flowing. He felt alive.

"Dude!" Kou laughed as he threw an arm over Akihito's shoulders. "This is awesome!"

And it was. He had never been to a themed club before, but Peek took it beyond a Halloween party. It was as if they were in a fantasy manga. "I know!" he laughed. "It's insane!"

They had to shout to hear each other over the thudding music. "How did you even get the tickets?" the brunette wanted to know. "Rinka said they've has been sold out since it opened!"

Rinka was Takato's wife. She was a little older than the blonde, but levelheaded enough to put up with all three of them. She would joke, calling Aki and Kou her nephews. Said married couple was an indistinguishable lump of flesh just meters away. Arms intertwined, their tongues slithered like snakes as they writhed together. They were trying to get pregnant, and any chance to jazz up their sex life was welcomed. Akihito knew that they were struggling; Rinka was taking some kind of pill that cost a small fortune. The photographer tried to stay far away from the couple. For all he knew, some idiot would report rumors about a threesome to his overprotective lover.

"Asami said that that was just a rumor!" he shrugged, careful not to jostle the woman who looked like a guy behind him. Scarcity sold, after all. If the club pretended that no one could get in, everyone would want to go. The marketing ploy seemed to be paying off; Akihito could barely find Yoshida in the crowd, and he had been humping some guy who looked like a wall of muscle.

Kou shouted something but the photographer could not hear him over the pounding base. He finished off the screwdriver in his goblet, and a server in a nude leotard with chains draped artfully over her quickly refilled it. She flirtatiously batted her lashes as penetrating eyes raked up and down his body. Kou leapt to grab ahold of her, but she deftly danced back, avoiding his grasp as if she barely noticed it, and offered another man her attention.

Kou looked defeated. "Cheer up," Aki scanned the room. "Hisana will be here soon."

"With my luck tonight, even she will reject me," Kou muttered under his breath. The boys left the dance floor for their VIP booth. Asami had made a call to the club's owner, and he had been more than happy to reserve a small space for their party. Especially if Asami Ryuichi was going to make an appearance. "How will we even find her?" he exclaimed. It was a somewhat quieter at the table, which was on a raised platform. They could see most of the dance floor from their spot.

Akihito checked his phone again. He had texted Hisana, letting her know that they had arrived at Club Peek. So far, no response. "You'll know when she gets here!"

"Really?" Kou gestured to the undulating swarm. "I can't see Rinka, let alone some girl I don't even know!"

And he was not exaggerating. Club Peek was a new club, but its popularity was soaring. Unlike Sion, which catered to an exclusive clientele, Club Peek was a phantasmagorical experience based on fantasy. Each night had a different theme, meaning patrons had to reserve their spots weeks in advance. Club employees were called hosts that offered "peekaboos" into your wildest dreams.

Tonight's theme was Arabian Nights. Tulles of indigo, teal, and lavender hung from the ceiling, studded with glistening gems, and lights. The employees were dressed in period pieces, each more skimpy that the next. One poor guy looked like he had a loincloth and some gold chains on, and nothing else. They served drinks while referring to their guests as 'Master' and 'Mistress'. Finger food was everywhere, all alcohol was served from faux gold goblets, and there were pillows galore. Some were scattered around the rim of the dance floor; others lined the booths of the VIP section. They could lounge on the floor like sultans, and watch the dancers move. The entire place reeked of sinful decadence, of life sans restraints and the possibilities of youth.

Tokyo loved it.

"You'll just know," Akihito promised, though he too thought it would be impossible to spot the girl in the crowd. This was Japan, and every girl made sure she was dressed to the nines before stepping onto the street. They all wore heels and skimpy outfits of silk and lace. Undoubtedly Hisana would blend in. Hopefully, she would text him to say she was there.

"Holy shit! Look at the tits on her!" Kou slapped Akihito's back. The photographer winced but looked to the faceless crowd. All boobs looked the same to him, but he searched obligatorily for them. And could not find them.

"Oh yeah," he agreed just to say something. "They're nice."

"You don't even know which set I'm talking about," Kou rolled his eyes.

"I trust you," Aki chuckled. Another waitress brought them a sushi platter. This time, Kou did not spare her a second glance.

"Do you have any pictures of her?" he tried to grab the photographer's phone. Akihito was starting to check it obsessively. The niggling fear that she might stand them up was worming its way into his stomach. He had already gotten Kou's hopes up, and he did not want them to come crashing down. His friend was striking out lately, and he did not need this impromptu omiai to go crashing down in flames.

"No!" Akihito laughed while pushing his eager and grabby friend away. "I only met her once!"

"But you're a photographer!" Kou pouted. "You're supposed to take pictures of people."

"I'm not a creeper," argued the boy. "I don't just take pictures of random people on the street!"

"Uh-huh, sure," Kou rolled his eyes.

His phone buzzed, and Akihito checked it quickly before Kou could notice. It was Hisana, and thankfully, she had arrived. Now came the hard part: finding her. Club Peek was not a huge place, but it was crammed full, far past the fire code. Standing, he craned his neck over the sea of people.

"Dude?" Kou took another swig of his beer. He had no clue that Akihito's was looking for what might be his dream girl.

"Hey, boys," a husky voice caught his attention. Kou swallowed too quickly, choking in the process. Hisana had found them, and she looked amused as Aki beat his friend's back, trying to clear out any alcohol from his lungs. "Mind if I sit down?"

It was dark, and Akihito knew she was smiling because the black lights made her teeth glow. He could not even see the whites of her eyes. "Sure," he was sure his own teeth flashed.

"Thanks," she slid in next to him. "I'm Hisana," she offered Kou her hand.

"You're beautiful," Kou said thoughtlessly. Akihito wanted to smack his friend upside the head. That sounded like a bad pickup line from a romance manga. Kou must have known it too, because he quickly stammered out, "I mean––I'm Kou."

She was kind enough not to comment on his slip. "It's nice to meet you."

"You, too." Kou looked dejectedly at his beer, as if contemplating drowning himself in booze. Blacking out would ensure that he did not relive that embarrassing introduction for the rest of his life.

Akihito tried to boost Kou's spirits. He mentioned that his best friend had a dog, and on cue, Hisana leaned in. Yup, she was a dog lover and Kou was a dog lover. This could be the start of something beautiful, if it all played out like he had imagined it. But then Kou said his dog was named Momo-chan, and Hisana leaned back into the booth. She liked big, macho dogs it seemed. Or maybe she just really hated cliche names like Peaches.

"My dad gave him to me. He's six," she was showing Kou a picture of the gray pit bull that had knocked him over. Asimov looked like he was grinning in the photo, his mouth full of chew toys. "And this is Ruger," she swiped to the right. "She is three."

Ruger––now that was an adorable white fluff ball. She had pink bows tied on her pointy ears, as Asimov curled protectively around her. A big brother watching over his baby sister.

"Ruger. Isn't that a gun?" Kou asked.

Yes, it was. Akihito only knew because of Asami and American spy movies. It was Asami's weapon of choice. "Yeah," he swallowed the lump in his throat. His friends knew about Asami, but thought him a talented business man. They even thought Feilong was just a rival entrepreneur looking to one-up the yakuza.

"Better be careful. Guns are illegal in Japan!" Kou laughed, ignorant of Akihito's sweating palms.

"She's at the hotel," HIsana was somewhat subdued, too. "I doubt she would be mistaken for an actual Ruger. She only weighs nine pounds. And barks."

"A hotel?" Akihito cut off the gun talk. They made him nervous, always bringing back memories of Hong Kong. Feeling Kirishima's solid body falling on him, shielding him from Yuri. Lifting the secretary's gun to shoulder level, jerking the trigger back and wounding the Russian animal. Guns gave him nightmares; Akihito was fully aware that one day, a gunshot would take Asami from him. He fully supported Japan's antigun laws, but knew deep down, it was the criminals that endangered his lover. "I thought you were visiting your family?"

"I am," she shrugged. "But it's just better for everyone if I stay at a hotel while I'm here. It's only a two bedroom apartment, and it is fully occupied."

Man, her family kept getting worse and worse. Rather than dwell on her misfortune, the photographer excused himself. He needed to pee, and Hisana seemed to be warming up to Kou. Just a few more minutes, and hopefully Kou would have the confidence to make his move. As he was leaving, Kou was scooting closer to her, eager to look at more puppy pics.

He took longer than he needed to, even dancing a song with a girl named Kama. Finally, Akihito returned to the table. He stayed far enough away to where the couple would not see him. In case the omiai was a smashing success, the photographer did not want to be a cock block. They had not moved, but Kou's shoulders were tense. It did not look like it was going well. His friend jumped Akihito put his hands on the table. He could salvage this date. "We should dance!"

Yeah, get them up and moving. Pumping blood and elevated heart rates helped people fall in love. His heart had most definitely been racing during his first several encounters with Asami.

"Yes!" Hisana giggled as he pulled her to her feet. Kou quickly followed them. "I missed the memo about dressing up in costumes!" She shouted into his ear as she gestured to between him and Kou. "I would have worn sparkly pants, too!"

Akihito was only wearing this monstrosity because Asami promised to be in costume whenever his prissy ass deigned to arrive. They were going to be sultan and sex slave. It was Asami's idea, and Akihito knew that he was going to end up regretting agreeing to it so easily. It was one of the stipulations on him being allowed to actually go out to the club. Doubtlessly, they would fulfill some roleplaying fantasy of the crime lord's. His pants were dark green, and a throwback to parachute pants. In lieu of a shirt, he wore one of Asami's super expensive vests. It did not feel as nice as the yakuza's other ones, and when asked about it, Asami said that it was a memento from his youth. That explained why it fit Akihito so well.

Kou's pants had been found at Good Will, along with Rinka and Takato's getups. They were gold M.C. Hammer pants, that glittered like a disco ball. "You look great!" Kou spun her around.

Of course she did. She was the unaware start of the evening. She was wearing high heels, a tight, little skirt and a button up blouse. It looked more like an outfit one of the girls at his office would wear, but maybe that was how Europeans dressed for parties. He did not know.

Hisana danced wedged between them. At first, Akihito pulled away but she quickly grabbed his good hand and help him close. He met Kou's gaze and his friend shrugged. Maybe she was looking for a ménage à trois.

She held his gaze. Maybe it was the glow of Kou's pants, or he was missing Asami, but Aki thought her eyes looked gold. She would laugh and thrust her hips behind her, all while holding tightly to his unbound hand. Kou's face was contorted in enraptured bliss; the photographer really did not want to know why.

Sweat poured off them, rushing over high cheeks and pointy shoulders like Niagara Falls. Hisana swayed rapidly, her heat a pulsing heartbeat in the dark. She was sensual and dominant, leading the dance and only allowing the boys to move reactively. Her hips tied Kou to her, thrusting and grinding to the music. He was so inexperienced when compared to her.

Hisana seemed more interested in him than Kou. She would dance with both boys, full hips swinging, but there was always a sexual edge when she was with Kou. She moved like an experienced lover guiding her coltish pet through the first stages of amorous heat. Akihito recognized it as the same way he and Asami must have looked during their first year together: the newbie trying desperately to keep up in the heat of the moment, uncertain but willing to go toe-to-toe with the debauched teacher.

When she was with Akihito, there was nothing sexual at all. It was exploratory, curious, like she wanted to taste his soul but not his dick. Her fingers would run over his shoulders, and her hands knotted with his, but inches separated their bodies. She did not molest him the way Kou did her.

"Oh my God!" she threw her head back, her chest heaving. Akihito heard her skin pull apart from Kou's as she propped herself up on her knees. She was panting. "This place is amazing!"

"Do you want to get a drink?" Kou was still swaying, but Akihito thought it was more due to the alcohol. His friend was drunk.

"And a cigarette," she stood up all the way. "I need a smoke."

"Rinka and Takato are at the booth," Akihito noted.

Kou grabbed her hand. "Yeah! You need to meet them, too!"

The introductions were quick. Rinka sized up her female competition while Takato played with a lock of hair that curled just behind her ear. He could not have been less interested in Hisana. "You smoking?" Hisana asked as she rummaged through her Prada purse.

"No," Akihito accepted a sip of Rinka's wine. "I hate cigarettes." Well, he loved the musky scent that tainted Asami, the effortless way the man took a drag off one as he reclined against the headboard after sex. Ryu thought his lover was passed out during those moments of thoughtless self-indulgence and masculine pride, and Akihito usually was. There were rare instances, though, when he would keep the threat of sleep at bay long enough for him to lay still, and watch his lover relax. Asami so rarely let his guard down completely, but it was one of Akihito's favorite expressions.

Cigarettes and sex gave him those memories of his godlike yakuza. Still, he was firmly against the cancer sticks.

"What's that?" Kou asked when she pulled out a black tube that was slightly longer than a cigarette.

"It's an electronic cigarette," Hisana swiped her lips with chapstick. "All the nicotine goodness and none of the bad tobacco byproduct. I'll see you guys in a few," she waved before disappearing into the crowd.

"Where is she going?" Takato finally pulled his lips off his wife's neck.

Akihito shrugged. "Europeans must smoke outside," he guessed. Kou looked decisively put out and so his friend nudged him before signaling for another round of drinks. "Cheer up!" he said.

"Hisana left her phone!" Kou's gasp made it sound like it was the most horrible crime in the world. Like she was burning children at the stake or something.

Akihito personally did not see the big deal. "So what? She'll be back in a few minutes. She left her purse here, too." And that thing was massive. Ridiculously big. It probably cost more than he made in six months, and there was no way a woman would leave a purse like that a club.

"Is it password protected?" Kou grabbed the shiny black iPhone off the table. "Damn!"

"You shouldn't be snooping through people's private affects!" Akihito grabbed the phone out of Kou's grubby hands. "It's rude!"

"Coming from the photographer that stalked Momohara Ai, that's a bit rich," Rinka's eyes narrowed at the duo.

"I was trying to apprehend her stalker, thank you very much! Not trying to creep on a girl at the club!" Akihito staunchly defended his work.

"We should take it to her!" Kou exclaimed. He easily swiped it from Akihito's grasp. "It's a moment from a fairytale. Prince Charming taking Cinderella her glass slipper!"

"How much has he had to drink?" Rinka sounded worried. No one wanted to babysit Kou as he puked up three days worth of food and beer.

"With free refills? A whole lot!" Aki answered. He turned to tell Kou no, but the brunette was already out of the booth and running towards the door. "Damn it!" the photographer swore. "Watch her purse!" he told his friends before running after Kou. He caught up to the stumbling man quickly, and helped him stay upright as they weaved between the twisting bodies. Maybe it would do both of them some good to get some fresh air. It would also give him a quiet minute to call Asami. The crime lord was supposed to have been there an hour ago.

On cue, his phone buzzed. Asami's name flashed on the screen, so Aki shoved Kou a little harder than normal to get him out of the doorway. Into the quiet side street. "Hey, where are you?" he demanded.

Asami's deep chuckle reverberated in the speaker. "On my way now, kitten. I had some business that took a little longer than expected."

Friday business was usually illegal business, so Akihito did not press him for details. "Okay. I'm dressed up, so you had better be!"

"I have not forgotten, Akihito. I assure you," Asami reassured him. "I would not miss this night for anything."

Akihito's stomach churned at the heady promise in his lover's words. They were going to dance and lose themselves in the roleplay. Tonight, the penthouse would turn into a sultan's palace as king and slave fucked for hours on end. Oh yeah, it was going to be a good night. "Hisana made it here," he said just to stop the burgeoning erection in his pants. Poofy pants would not hide it like his tight jeans.

"Hisana?" Asami asked quickly.

"Yeah. The girl I set Kou up with. She's her––"

"She's boootitful, Asami-san!" Kou shouted into the speaker. Akihito jerked away just to avoid going deaf from the assault. "I think I'm in love!"

"Shuddup!" the photographer grabbed Kou by the arm. He was searching for Hisana, bumping into other people smoking. Apparently it was a socializing activity as well as addiction relief. "Kou thinks she's hot."

"What does she look like?"

Aki crossed his eyebrows. "What? Why do you want to know?" It was not like Asami to ask after some leggy girl at the club. No, usually he was all about Akihito's ass and nothing could get in his way.

"The girl. Hisana. What does she look like?"

"Uhh…long black hair. Short. Pretty. You know, like every Japanese girl," he let Kou go. Hisana was not in the immediate vicinity, and there was no oncoming traffic for Kou to stumble in to. The photographer was much more interested in why his lover wanted to talk about a random girl that was going to marry Kou. "She goes to school in Europe," he offered as he thought more about her. "She's only back in Japan for her dad's birthday."

"Oxford?" Asami asked.

"Yeah." That might throw a wrench in the whole marriage plan. England was on the other side of the world. Maybe she would not want a boyfriend in Japan. And why the fuck was he thinking about Kou when Asami knew where the hell Hisana went to school? "How did you know?"

"Are you still at the club?" Asami's voice was harsh.

"Outside. Looking for her. She wanted a smoke break," but he was running to grab Kou. They were going to haul ass back inside and wait for Asami to show up. This girl must have been bad news if he was freaking out. Or freaking out as much as he could.

"Go back inside. Kirishima is calling your escort now. I want you to stay there until I personally come get you," ordered his lover.

Akihito could feel his heart racing. Kou had exclaimed jubilantly that he had located her. He was running full speed towards her, waving her phone like a cigarette lighter at a concert, and Akihito sprinted after him, his shoulder screaming at the jarring movement. "Is she dangerous?" he demanded.

"Incredibly so," Asami told him. "But not to you. She would never harm you. Nakamura is there. He will detain her until I arrive."

"Hisana-chan!" Kou threw his arms around the girl. Mother fucker, his drunk friend picked the night of all nights to outrun Akihito. He pressed a wet kiss to her cheek as he presented her the phone. "You forgot your phone!"

Hisana lowered the glowing e-cig and turned away from the guy who had been chatting her up. He was white, almost as big as Suoh, and cracked his knuckles threateningly when Kou accosted her. "It's fine," she waved him away. "Thanks," it sounded halfhearted, even to Akihito. "You really didn't have to do that."

"Are you with her now?" Asami demanded. "Kirishima, she's at Club Peek with Akihito. Al Madani is in Tokyo. Akihito! Answer me!"

"Yes," Akihito hung up the phone. This girl was in league with the Arab that Asami had been tracking for two weeks. The man that posed no threat to him or Asami, who would blackmail Asami at a given chance but would not kidnap his lover. This woman, smiling and puppy-loving Hisana was also dangerous, but not to Akihito. None of it made sense, but Akihito was alive thanks to Asami. If his lover said to stay away from her, he would. Life lessons taught him a thing or two.

"Sorry about Kou," he tried to sound normal.

"It's a Cinderella story!" the brunette was singing at the top of his lungs.

"It's quite all right. I have seen drunk people before," Hisana reached for the phone.

His nerves were as taught as wires just about to be cut. His shoulder ache had dulled once he stopped running, but Asami's admission that this girl was trouble made every muscle tighten. He was ready to react instantaneously, for whatever she was capable of doing must have been terrible. Maybe she did burn kids at the stake after all.

Then someone screamed. "GUN!"

Cars had been slowly driving by, dropping off costumed people and picking up the staggering drunkards. They were very careful of pedestrians, never honking or shouting. So no one paid attention when a silver SUV drove down the side street. It was not a usual car, but not so much as to arouse suspicions. Akihito had been so focused on her that he did not even see it coming.

Naturally, all hell broke loose.

The shots whizzed just past Kou's ear. His friend dropped Hisana's phone and fell to his knees. He screamed in pain and clutched his ear. It was bleeding. Hisana shouted something, but the world fell quiet. Akihito only saw her mouth move, her eyes wide in terror. She seemed just as surprised as he was that someone was shooting at them.

Behind her, the bullets sunk loudly into the humongous man. His blood arched like a fountain in the night air, hitting the back of Hisana's head and part of her cheek. He reached for her, to pull her down to the ground and away from the path of fire. Gravity pulled him back instead, and he collapsed into the hotdog stand on the corner.

"Get down!" she pushed the photographer. Hard.

He fell, chest first. Akihito screamed on impact, his shoulder exploding in mind numbing pain. Kou was beside him, still holding his head, but trying to silence Akihito's screams. The men in masks were out of the SUV and coming towards them. Kou was trying to rouse Akihito, trying to get them both up so that they could run away. He saw men in black suits running towards them, and he figured that they were Akihito's body guards. If they could just make it to them, they would be safe.

"Stay down!" Hisana ordered loudly.

His date stepped over them, heels clacking on the cement as she rushed the attackers. She was so small and delicate looking, like a flower, and Kou knew in his gut that he was going to watch her get shot. Maybe Aki's guards could reach them first, and save her. Or at least, stop the bleeding.

Pulling her arm back, Hisana thrust her long fake cigarette into the first assailant's neck. She must have been strong, because it slid into his skin as easy as a knife through butter. More blood, black in the moonlight, squirted out. It streamed over her, and Kou was briefly reminded of a man's cum. It did not phase her. She left it embedded in the man's throat––he had long since fallen away––and charged the second man.

Grabbing the hand that held the gun, she twisted it violently, trying to wrangle it from his grasp. Ruger, Kou thought. Of course Ruger was a gun. The way she fought, how easily she took the illegal gun from the man's hand, she was well versed in firearms.

The girl did not stand a chance, though. A third man grabbed her billowing hair and jerked her backwards. She shouted in surprised pain, and moved to turn on the guy when a fourth appeared like an apparition. He fired a differently looking gun. Two thin wires shot from it, embedding deep in her chest, and then they lit up with electricity. A taser. Her small body shook and flailed, slowly roasting from the inside out. It felt like hours to Kou before the asshole turned it off.

The second guy grabbed his gun off the ground while his partner picked up Hisana. He threw her so hard into the SUV that Kou heard the body hit. Doors slid shut and the silver car drove away. They were gone as quickly as they came, leaving dead bodies, injured witnesses and a confused photographer.

***Sunshine***

A/N:I know I said I was going to do Hyacinthus Bloomed first, but this was rattling around inside my head, and I could not think about anything else. It was a very hard chapter to write, and I am not entirely sure if I am in love with it. But it is going to stay as is for now. I appreciate all the reviews and favs and follows! You all are amazing!