"Kirishima, how is the opening at Fuse going? Did Sudou manage to sort another DJ out?" It was nearly midnight, and Asami had since been too caught up in other jobs to go and check on the opening of his new club. This was a new venture for Sion Corp that promised to make him a lot of legal revenue and in turn mask his illegal profits. He needed tonight to be successful, so of course he knew about Sudou's predicament with Koga, DJ Siren.
As irritable as the blonde model was, he was extremely capable at his job, so Asami knew it would turn out fine if he left it in his hands for a little longer.
He had appointed Sudou as the manager because of his connections in the modeling world, as a result lots of high class models and celebrities would be at the opening tonight, perfect for a rave related club.
"Yes boss, it seems the new DJ is just as famous, but I haven't been able to get any names yet. He came highly recommended from Koga according to Sudou, as a result the crowd at Fuse is even bigger then we expected. This anonymous DJ is, if I may say "bringing down the house" sir."
"Hmmm, good. Once we are done here, prepare to head to Fuse. Any news on where Akihito has gotten to yet?"
"No sir, he is still AWOL, he isn't with his friends and there has been no sighting at his parents. Want me to extend the search parameters?"
"No, he will come home eventually, he is probably just on a stakeout somewhere, I will punish him for it when he turns up, fufu." Asami's eyes glinted mischievously, Akihito did go AWOL every now and then and Asami always made him pay for it, in the end the young man always enjoyed the punishment Asami dished out, even though Takaba would never say so out loud.
It was nearly midnight and it seems Akihito still hadn't been found out by Asami, he guessed having his hood up with his glasses on had a lot to do with it, and the fact that the only light cast directly on his face was when the strobe lights went off every now and then as he dropped the chorus line, the rest of him was lit dimly in the swirling lights of the club, people could only make out his figure as it swayed in time with the music as he worked magic over the equipment, one hand held firmly up against the cup of the headphones on the right side of his head, it was a habit of Akihito's, one he had been known for.
The crowd was insane, they immersed themselves in the relentless rhythms he set, normally Akihito would have put a few interludes in to give people time to catch their breaths, but he had learned to read the feel of the masses a long time ago, and he could tell they wanted more.
Everyone revolved around the DJ station, drinking in the hypnotic image of a graceful faceless figure as if he could give them eternal youth. He had the crowd held in suspense as he slowed everything right down before he dropped a baseline, all pairs of eyes on him as he brought his left hand down in time with the beat, signaling the start of madness as the strobe lights went off to pierce the darkness.
Takaba allowed himself a smile, he was rusty, but he still had his famous touch.
It was 1am when Sudou came in through the access door to slip a note in front of Akihito, it was too loud to think, let alone speak, so a note was the only way of communicating.
Asami is on his way. Was all the note said. Akihito felt his heart skip a beat as Sudou left him alone again. Well, not like it wasn't going to happen sooner or later, so he might as well enjoy it while it lasts.
Asami pulled up in front of the club to find a line a mile long of patrons wanting access to the club. He knew it was going well, but he didn't expect it to go this well for people to still want entrance at this time of night.
He walked into the foyer flanked by Suoh and Kirishima, bypassing the line and heard snippets of excited conversation.
"…Did you hear Midnight Kid is playing tonight, Sally is inside and she text me saying it's definitely him…."
"They say Midnight Kid is here… there's no way I'm missing this."
"Midnight Kid… hasn't played in years…"
"…. The elusive Midnight Kid, so awesome."
"Midnight Kid…"
The name Midnight Kid was all anyone in the line was talking about, it seemed Sudou had done a good job in finding a replacement.
"Kirishima, bring me a report on this 'Midnight Kid' as soon as you can, and bring him to me after his last set. I would like to meet with him."
"Yes boss."
And so Asami found himself looking down from the terrace in the sound buffered VIP room that had a glass window to reveal the crowds and stage. It was packed well and truly, as people left, more turned up, all because of the DJ he was looking at.
He worked the crowd expertly, he had everyone in the palm of his hand as he swayed back and forth to interlude, letting people rest. The hordes were getting restless once more, and as the beat increased slowly, Midnight Kid brought his right hand up over his ear as if he was feeling the music through his headphones, swaying his head from side to side, almost instinctively. There was anticipation as the pulse grew faster, drawing everyone in before the climax of sound hit them, simultaneously as the beat was dropped, he put his left hand up in the air and jumped up and down in time with the enraptured mass of bodies.
This man didn't just know how to work a crowd with music, he could also manipulate a crowd with his body. Only the very best was capable of such a thing.
He was a smaller figure, he had a sleeveless open vest on with the black hood drawn over his face, which was further covered with a pair of glasses and giant headphones underneath the hood. It was impossible to make out his face at this angle, but as the lights flashed intermittently, Asami could make out the tight white singlet he wore underneath that clung to the lithe body, sweaty from dancing.
It stopped short of the mans pale hips that were revealed above the tight jeans encasing an exquisite waistline, a turn to the side to work different equipment also showed off a perky behind that reminded Asami very much of Akihito's.
Suddenly, he wanted nothing more then to go home so he could be there when his spitfire dragged his guilty little behind through the door to their home, but he had to meet this Midnight Kid first, he wouldn't mind employing him permanently.
Kirishima came in through the door with the report he was after, he turned to take it from Kirishima, as a result he missed seeing Sudou pop up behind the DJ and hand him a note.
It was 2am and Akihito had only an hour to go before he would begin to wind down, Sudou arrived next to him with a bottle of water and a new note. This one longer and it came with a smile, from Sudou of all people!
The name Midnight Kid is out, Asami wants to meet with him, he doesn't know it's you. Once your last set is over I can stall him while you take off. I owe you!
Takaba thought furiously for a few moments, if he could get away without Asami finding out, that would be good. The thought of playing cat and mouse with his secret a little longer gave Akihito butterflies. Asami always found out, but he was going to give the old man a hard time for all the trouble he had caused him with his stakeouts.
He decided to text Koga.
"You owe me for covering for your ass, the boss wants to meet me now. Pick me up out front in an hour, I don't care if you're sick. Drive something inconspicuous, got it! Oh and bring me a spare change of clothes. T.A"
A few minutes later he got the reply he was hoping for.
"Got it Mr Midnight Kid, I heard it's going off. See u in an hour."
Asami stared at the information he had been given.
The reports on Midnight Kid were impressive, one of the most sought after DJs in Japan, his name had spread as far as Europe and he had performed multiple collaborations with the very famous DJ Siren, who Sudou had connections with.
He performed irregularly, it seemed only taking work when and where he felt like it. No amount of money could make him play an event if he didn't want to.
It seemed like most good DJs, who truly were in it for the music, he preferred privacy to fame, he didn't show his face often, sticking with his trademark hood and glasses most of the time.
He also has good contacts in the media because all clear photos of him were pulled from print before they could be published. There were only a few blurry ones of him on stage next to who he assumed was DJ Siren.
His real name was a mystery, it added to the enigma of the name 'Midnight Kid'. It seemed only a small circle of people in that world knew his name, and they wouldn't give up information on one of their own.
The oddest thing was he had stopped playing all together just over 3 years ago, in the height of his popularity. There wasn't one snippet of information on him since then, so why was he playing here now? How had Sudou managed to get him here?
Asami's interest was thoroughly peaked.
It was Akihito's last song, and knowing Asami was waiting, watching even, he decided to pick a cheeky remix he had made, 'Jus' a Rascal' from 'Dizzee Rascal', with an extra heavy baseline added in. It went off with a bang, people letting their last lot of energy out as the masses seethed as one.
Takaba could feel the adrenalin building in his system, knowing he was about to try and escape Asami. He had to admit, he was excited. He really did like to play chase with Asami, who knew doing this would give him another chance to do so.
He set the sounds to the clubs own once the song was over and began to pack up rapidly, as fast as his fingers would let him.
He put his hood down and took his headphones off while kneeling down by his stuff, and replaced his hood quickly, he also kept his glasses on. He was clumsy as he packed, the thrill making his hands shake, it wasn't too bad if he ran into people in the past, but he wanted to make a clean get away this time. He hoped Sudou was good at stalling and that Koga was outside waiting.
Sure enough, he was dashing down the hall to a separate entrance when he heard shouts behind him, sounded like Suoh and Kirishima, who must have come to get him for Asami. Takaba smiled, oh he loved getting one up on those bastards.
He saw a matte black Audi A4 with 20inch black rims waiting out the front with lights on, inconspicuous my ass Akihito thought as he ran for the car and the door swung open.
He slammed the door shut and looked out the tinted windows as the car pulled away, Kirishima and Suoh looked pissed, it was a glorious sight.
He looked over at his longtime friend, Koga, who to the public, was DJ Siren. "Haven't done this in while have we!" Koga exclaimed.
"Yeah. Fuck, that was a close one!" Akihito laughed as they drove into the night.