Ladies and Gentlemen- Chapter 18
Ladies and Gentlemen 18
***I had a firm belief that relationships were never worth the trouble, but since fate likes to watch me suffer, it put him on the same train. Bleach fic, Hichi-Ichi, Yaoi
***Bleach is Kubo's, Run is by Snow Patrol, More is by Usher (the song was requested for this fic by WhiteW12-0 And I am now in love with it). That said, if you are having trouble visualizing Shiro dancing, imagine Usher-like moves since that is what I am aiming for...Damn can that man move! Oh and to avoid confusion since I am not sure if I mentioned it- The Stripper Cain is Kaien.
Demon's Prey
"...Light up, Light up,
As if you have a choice,
Even if you cannot hear my voice,
I'll be right beside you dear..."
Waking to the sound of Ichigo's alarm, I hear my lover murmur, "Mnm...Shiro, your dessert's singin'." I snort and open my eyes to look at my still dreaming lover, "Ichigo, yer alarm's goin' off..."
"...Louder, Louder,
And we'll run for our lives,
I can hardly speak I understand,
Why you can't raise your voice to say..."
Finally opening his eyes, he glances around confusedly for a second before realizing he was dreaming and looks over at what should have been my 'singing dessert.' Blushing at my knowing smirk, he grabs his cell and shuts the alarm off.
"Dreamin' about me Ichi?"
"More like dreaming about food, I am freaking starving. You just happened to be there too." I laugh at his response, ruining the mock pout I was planning to pull, and roll out of bed.
"Alright, you get ready and I'll work on breakfast." Following suit, Ichigo steps out of bed on my side, places a chaste kiss on my lips with a quick thanks and walks towards the bathroom. I take a second to appreciate the view, incredibly pleased that I was able to teach my Strawberry the conveniences of sleeping nude. It really is too damn bad he has to work early today.
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After finishing up with my last scheduled patient, I look down at my schedule for the rest of the day and find it to be strangely clear for a Saturday afternoon. Guess I'll go find the head nurse and see if I can be of use elsewhere. Walking the hall, I take brief glances into the open door rooms trying to find the young white haired woman. About five minutes go by before I finally spot her setting up a freshly cleaned room for a new patient, "Hey Isane. Need any help?"
She looks up briefly from her checklist answering in a kind tone, "No thank you, I am just about finished here. However I think they might need help on the main floor, Hanataro said that the walk in patients have been stacking up since this morning."
"Alright, I'll be there if you need to find me." She gave her thanks as I exited the room and headed for the stairs.
Rounding the corner to the front desk, I see the small navy haired man frantically shuffling through patient files. "Hey Hanataro, I heard you guys might be able to use some help."
"Oh, Kurosaki-san! I am glad you are here. I hope you don't mind, but I saw your schedule was clear after 2:00 and scheduled you an appointment with a new patient. Well actually I was going to schedule him with Sado-kun but he asked for a list of available staff for this afternoon and when I finished the list, he asked for an appointment with you. I hope that's okay..?" Sado-kun? That's different.
Sorting through the rapidly spoken babbling, I had to remind myself that Hanataro has only been at the front desk for a few days and seems to still be getting used to the work environment. "Yes, Hanataro that is fine. What time is the appointment?" Come to think of it, he said that the patient requested me after hearing my name? Probably thinks I am some cute female, haha jokes on him.
"Oh it's at 4:30." He finished, looking a bit less frazzled then he did when I first walked up. Hopefully that appointment doesn't turn out to be anything more than a basic checkup, seeing as how I would still like to be out of here by 5:00. That would give me enough time to go home and change before surprising Shiro at work tonight.
"That's fine. Do you have anyone ready to go now? I could probably fit a few patients in before 4:30." He smiles up at me looking very relieved and hands over a clipboard with patient information. Briefly looking over the page, I see that the patient is having cold like symptoms and ready myself for what looks to be another routine visit.
Taking a step through the door, I call, "Mr. Cuuhlhourne." As if the name wasn't enough, the guy practically danced his way across the waiting room while complimenting his own 'grace' in a rather exaggerated voice. Oh yes, the rest of the day is suddenly looking painfully long.
By the time 4:30 rolls around, I am nearly bouncing on my heels in anticipation to clock out. Only one more patient, then I can head over to the club. Due to one of the dancers calling in, Shiro has been moved from bar duty to the stage, his set starting at 6:00. He called letting me know that he would be home late because of the change, not knowing that I was going to surprise him. Normally, I am working on the nights he dances, so my excitement of being able to watch him today is barely contained. I won't have time to go home and change, but seeing him dance is worth wearing the plain jeans and T-Shirt I left in today.
Picking up the new patient form, I look over the chart and am relieved to see that it will be just a basic check-up. Stepping into the waiting room I call out, "Shiba Kaien," and freeze when the man stands, a shit eating grin plastered on his face, "My, my, isn't this quite a pleasant coincidence?"
Fucking Hell.
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Unfortunately, fate has once again decided to smite me, as I was unable to shake my newest patient, who I am convinced is a demon masquerading as a human. Coincidence my ass! I know this fucker hunted me down. The only thing that is making his shameless trailing me plan amusing is the fact that he doesn't know Shiro is a dancer here. My revenge will be his utter shock and resignation when he realizes that he doesn't hold a candle to my lover.
Snatching a seat at the bar, Kaien plops down next to me, "Wow, is it always this packed?"
Smirking, I glance over and reply, "It's never slow, but it only gets this busy when Ogihci dances."
"Ogihci? Sounds like some sort of fruit."
I snort at his comment, but otherwise ignore it. Turning to the busy green haired bartender I call out, "Hey Nel, when you get a chance, I'll take a Screwdriver."
She looks up from mixing the drink in hand and smiles, "Sure thing Itsygo! Anything for your friend?"
Before I get the chance to say no, don't bother serving the devil, Kaien speaks for himself, "Sure pretty lady, I'll take a Gin and Tonic." She nods and refocuses on the drink in her hand.
Turning back to the stage, we catch the last of Yumichika's performance. When the curtain closes, the crowd buzzes with anticipation for the next show.
"This Ogysi guy must be pretty good to have gathered such a large following."
I roll my eyes at the butchered pronunciation, "It's Ogihci, and yes he really is that amazing."
"Hmm, I wonder what your overly possessive boyfriend would say about you having the hots for this guy?"
I can't help but laugh, which earns me a confused stare from Kaien, "I don't think that would bother him."
He looks at me a little shocked and disbelieving, "We are talking about the same guy right? White as rice, golden glare with death causing potential, sinister grin that could put even the best villains to shame...That guy wouldn't mind you macking on some dancer?"
By the time he has finished with his description of my lover, I am laughing to the point of tears and am barely able to thank Nel for the drink she just deposited in front of me.
Calming down enough to speak I gesture towards the stage, "We'll see what you say when the show starts." As if on cue, the lights dim and the stage music starts. Suddenly, the spotlight flips on, revealing the currently stationary male at the center of the stage. The hood of the black boxing robe still shadows his face, but I know that those beautiful golden eyes are glinting in excitement, willing the music to play faster. When the lyrics start, the figure spins in a smooth 360 degree circle before hopping foot to foot, bright red boxing gloves throwing precise, practiced punches, body swaying rhythmically to the music in the fight simulated dance.
"Watch me as I dance under the spotlight,
Listen to the people screaming out more and more,
'Cuz I create the feelin' that keep 'em coming back,
Yeah, I create the feelin' that keep 'em comin' back,
So captivating when I get it on the floor.
Sliding up a few steps, he throws his arms forward, arching his body into the movement before just as quickly pulling back, gloves displacing the hood and releasing his snow white locks. There is a light gasp through the crowd, newcomers having never before seen him and next to me I hear Kaien choke on his drink. Finally clearing his throat enough to speak I am not disappointed in the reaction, "No fucking way."
Know ya'll been patiently waiting,
I know you need me,
I can feel it,
I'm a beast, I'm an animal,
I'm that monster in the mirror,
The headliner, finisher,
I'm the closer, winner,
Best when under pressure one second's left I show up.
Skimming the crowd, I watch as the regulars dig out their cell phones and lighters for the show, pausing to catch the oh so sexy crawl like move that accompanies part of those lyrics.
If you really want more,
Scream it out louder,
If you're on the floor,
Bring out the fire,
And light it up,
Take it up higher,
Gonna push it to the limit,
Give it more!
Suddenly the whole place goes dark, the only light coming from the dimly lit emergency exits, and the glow from the countless lighters and cell phones in the crowd. Complying with the music, the crowd yells out for more...
If you really want more,
Scream it out louder,
If you're on the floor,
Bring out the fire,
And light it up,
Take it up higher,
Gonna push it to the limit,
Give it more!
On cue, the light it up lyrics are accompanied by the re-illumination of the lights on stage, casting a warm glow on the now robe-less, basketball outfitted Shiro. Almost like a magician, the gloves were switched with a basketball, and the boots to sneakers. I know the new attire was hidden by the boxing robe, but how he switches shoes so fast in the dark is still a mystery to me.
Get up both your hands,
I'm in the zone, tight,
Put 'em in the air,
If you want more and more,
'Cuz I can't wait to feel it.
I go hard, can't stop,
But if I stop then just know that Imma bring it back,
Never quittin' on believin' that.
Rolling the ball down one arm and up the other, he tosses it up before spinning and catching it once more. Then, passing it around his body, he begins to dribble down the stage, smoothly bouncing it between his legs while still in motion. I've never heard him say anything about playing before, but judging by his movements, he is quite familiar with the sport.
Know ya'll been patiently waiting,
I know you need me,
I can feel it,
I'm a beast, I'm an animal,
I'm that monster in the mirror,
The headliner, finisher,
I'm the closer, winner,
Best when under pressure one second's left I show up.
If you really want more,
Scream it out louder,
If you're on the floor,
Bring out the fire,
And light it up,
Take it up higher,
Gonna push it to the limit,
Give it more!
The room goes dark again, the crowd's mantra of 'more' increasing in strength...
If you really want more,
Scream it out louder,
If you're on the floor,
Bring out the fire,
And light it up,
Take it up higher,
Gonna push it to the limit,
Give it more!
This time, the lights show Shiro crouched in a running start position, tiny white track shorts and a tight black body armor top adorning his frame. With the start of the vocal segment, he springs into a short run from his position at the back of the stage, before landing gracefully on his knees and sliding to the end, just stopping at the crowds fingertips.
Ooohh-ooohh-ooohh,
Ooohh-ooohh-ooohh,
Ooohh-ooohh-ooohh,
Gonna push it to the limit,
Give it more!
Dancing teasingly on his knees right in front of them, the crowd goes wild and the number of bills showing up on stage grew rapidly. Playfully fanning himself, Shiro hops up to his feet and in one quick movement, rids himself of the tight top, briefly pausing his fluid dance movements to bow and hand it over to a woman up front, while accepting what must have been a rather large bill. Body armor isn't very cheap.
Ooohh-ooohh-ooohh,
Ooohh-ooohh-ooohh,
Ooohh-ooohh-ooohh,
Gonna push it to the limit,
Give it more!
The lights shut off for the last time, and the crowds screams are now deafening. Although the first three sports outfits commonly change each time he performs this set, the last one is always the same, and the universal favorite...
If you really want more,
Scream it out louder,
If you're on the floor,
Bring out the fire,
And light it up,
Take it up higher,
Gonna push it to the limit,
Give it more!
This time, the stage is illuminated in a soft, wavy blue light, meant to simulate water, but who is paying attention to the lighting when there is a marble cut, sex god dancing around in tight black Speedo's? My thought process is put on hold momentarily and I vaguely feel myself begin to salivate. Damn he makes me hot.
If you really want more,
Scream it out louder,
If you're on the floor,
Bring out the fire,
And light it up,
Take it up higher,
Gonna push it to the limit,
Give it more!
How someone can pull off the wave, slide glide, and moonwalk in nothing but a Speedo, and have it look so perfectly delicious is beyond me. However, my lover never fails to pull it off flawlessly. For a fleeting moment, I find myself envious of the crowd right in front of the stage, but the realization that I am allowed backstage after the show, and able to run my tongue along the skin that they are so desperately trying to touch, provides me with a smug, pleased feeling.
Ooohh-ooohh-ooohh,
Ooohh-ooohh-ooohh,
Ooohh-ooohh-ooohh,
Gonna push it to the limit,
Give it more!"
"No Fucking Way..." Turning back to my stalker, I take in the shocked and dumbfounded expression with pleasure.
"And you thought you stood a chance..." Chalking my revenge up as a successful endeavor, I finish my drink and head to the door that will lead me to Shiro, leaving Kaien at the bar, still gawking at the now empty stage. Shiro is going to go ballistic if he finds out that the molesting demon hunted me down. Hopefully, my revenge will amuse Shiro enough to let Kaien live should the truth be discovered. Given the circumstances, I don't particularly like the guy, but I wouldn't wish the wrath of Shirosaki on anyone.
***I had a firm belief that relationships were never worth the trouble, but since fate likes to watch me suffer, it put him on the same train. Bleach fic, Hichi-Ichi, Yaoi
***Bleach is Kubo's, Run is by Snow Patrol, More is by Usher (the song was requested for this fic by WhiteW12-0 And I am now in love with it). That said, if you are having trouble visualizing Shiro dancing, imagine Usher-like moves since that is what I am aiming for...Damn can that man move! Oh and to avoid confusion since I am not sure if I mentioned it- The Stripper Cain is Kaien.
Demon's Prey
"...Light up, Light up,
As if you have a choice,
Even if you cannot hear my voice,
I'll be right beside you dear..."
Waking to the sound of Ichigo's alarm, I hear my lover murmur, "Mnm...Shiro, your dessert's singin'." I snort and open my eyes to look at my still dreaming lover, "Ichigo, yer alarm's goin' off..."
"...Louder, Louder,
And we'll run for our lives,
I can hardly speak I understand,
Why you can't raise your voice to say..."
Finally opening his eyes, he glances around confusedly for a second before realizing he was dreaming and looks over at what should have been my 'singing dessert.' Blushing at my knowing smirk, he grabs his cell and shuts the alarm off.
"Dreamin' about me Ichi?"
"More like dreaming about food, I am freaking starving. You just happened to be there too." I laugh at his response, ruining the mock pout I was planning to pull, and roll out of bed.
"Alright, you get ready and I'll work on breakfast." Following suit, Ichigo steps out of bed on my side, places a chaste kiss on my lips with a quick thanks and walks towards the bathroom. I take a second to appreciate the view, incredibly pleased that I was able to teach my Strawberry the conveniences of sleeping nude. It really is too damn bad he has to work early today.
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After finishing up with my last scheduled patient, I look down at my schedule for the rest of the day and find it to be strangely clear for a Saturday afternoon. Guess I'll go find the head nurse and see if I can be of use elsewhere. Walking the hall, I take brief glances into the open door rooms trying to find the young white haired woman. About five minutes go by before I finally spot her setting up a freshly cleaned room for a new patient, "Hey Isane. Need any help?"
She looks up briefly from her checklist answering in a kind tone, "No thank you, I am just about finished here. However I think they might need help on the main floor, Hanataro said that the walk in patients have been stacking up since this morning."
"Alright, I'll be there if you need to find me." She gave her thanks as I exited the room and headed for the stairs.
Rounding the corner to the front desk, I see the small navy haired man frantically shuffling through patient files. "Hey Hanataro, I heard you guys might be able to use some help."
"Oh, Kurosaki-san! I am glad you are here. I hope you don't mind, but I saw your schedule was clear after 2:00 and scheduled you an appointment with a new patient. Well actually I was going to schedule him with Sado-kun but he asked for a list of available staff for this afternoon and when I finished the list, he asked for an appointment with you. I hope that's okay..?" Sado-kun? That's different.
Sorting through the rapidly spoken babbling, I had to remind myself that Hanataro has only been at the front desk for a few days and seems to still be getting used to the work environment. "Yes, Hanataro that is fine. What time is the appointment?" Come to think of it, he said that the patient requested me after hearing my name? Probably thinks I am some cute female, haha jokes on him.
"Oh it's at 4:30." He finished, looking a bit less frazzled then he did when I first walked up. Hopefully that appointment doesn't turn out to be anything more than a basic checkup, seeing as how I would still like to be out of here by 5:00. That would give me enough time to go home and change before surprising Shiro at work tonight.
"That's fine. Do you have anyone ready to go now? I could probably fit a few patients in before 4:30." He smiles up at me looking very relieved and hands over a clipboard with patient information. Briefly looking over the page, I see that the patient is having cold like symptoms and ready myself for what looks to be another routine visit.
Taking a step through the door, I call, "Mr. Cuuhlhourne." As if the name wasn't enough, the guy practically danced his way across the waiting room while complimenting his own 'grace' in a rather exaggerated voice. Oh yes, the rest of the day is suddenly looking painfully long.
By the time 4:30 rolls around, I am nearly bouncing on my heels in anticipation to clock out. Only one more patient, then I can head over to the club. Due to one of the dancers calling in, Shiro has been moved from bar duty to the stage, his set starting at 6:00. He called letting me know that he would be home late because of the change, not knowing that I was going to surprise him. Normally, I am working on the nights he dances, so my excitement of being able to watch him today is barely contained. I won't have time to go home and change, but seeing him dance is worth wearing the plain jeans and T-Shirt I left in today.
Picking up the new patient form, I look over the chart and am relieved to see that it will be just a basic check-up. Stepping into the waiting room I call out, "Shiba Kaien," and freeze when the man stands, a shit eating grin plastered on his face, "My, my, isn't this quite a pleasant coincidence?"
Fucking Hell.
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Unfortunately, fate has once again decided to smite me, as I was unable to shake my newest patient, who I am convinced is a demon masquerading as a human. Coincidence my ass! I know this fucker hunted me down. The only thing that is making his shameless trailing me plan amusing is the fact that he doesn't know Shiro is a dancer here. My revenge will be his utter shock and resignation when he realizes that he doesn't hold a candle to my lover.
Snatching a seat at the bar, Kaien plops down next to me, "Wow, is it always this packed?"
Smirking, I glance over and reply, "It's never slow, but it only gets this busy when Ogihci dances."
"Ogihci? Sounds like some sort of fruit."
I snort at his comment, but otherwise ignore it. Turning to the busy green haired bartender I call out, "Hey Nel, when you get a chance, I'll take a Screwdriver."
She looks up from mixing the drink in hand and smiles, "Sure thing Itsygo! Anything for your friend?"
Before I get the chance to say no, don't bother serving the devil, Kaien speaks for himself, "Sure pretty lady, I'll take a Gin and Tonic." She nods and refocuses on the drink in her hand.
Turning back to the stage, we catch the last of Yumichika's performance. When the curtain closes, the crowd buzzes with anticipation for the next show.
"This Ogysi guy must be pretty good to have gathered such a large following."
I roll my eyes at the butchered pronunciation, "It's Ogihci, and yes he really is that amazing."
"Hmm, I wonder what your overly possessive boyfriend would say about you having the hots for this guy?"
I can't help but laugh, which earns me a confused stare from Kaien, "I don't think that would bother him."
He looks at me a little shocked and disbelieving, "We are talking about the same guy right? White as rice, golden glare with death causing potential, sinister grin that could put even the best villains to shame...That guy wouldn't mind you macking on some dancer?"
By the time he has finished with his description of my lover, I am laughing to the point of tears and am barely able to thank Nel for the drink she just deposited in front of me.
Calming down enough to speak I gesture towards the stage, "We'll see what you say when the show starts." As if on cue, the lights dim and the stage music starts. Suddenly, the spotlight flips on, revealing the currently stationary male at the center of the stage. The hood of the black boxing robe still shadows his face, but I know that those beautiful golden eyes are glinting in excitement, willing the music to play faster. When the lyrics start, the figure spins in a smooth 360 degree circle before hopping foot to foot, bright red boxing gloves throwing precise, practiced punches, body swaying rhythmically to the music in the fight simulated dance.
"Watch me as I dance under the spotlight,
Listen to the people screaming out more and more,
'Cuz I create the feelin' that keep 'em coming back,
Yeah, I create the feelin' that keep 'em comin' back,
So captivating when I get it on the floor.
Sliding up a few steps, he throws his arms forward, arching his body into the movement before just as quickly pulling back, gloves displacing the hood and releasing his snow white locks. There is a light gasp through the crowd, newcomers having never before seen him and next to me I hear Kaien choke on his drink. Finally clearing his throat enough to speak I am not disappointed in the reaction, "No fucking way."
Know ya'll been patiently waiting,
I know you need me,
I can feel it,
I'm a beast, I'm an animal,
I'm that monster in the mirror,
The headliner, finisher,
I'm the closer, winner,
Best when under pressure one second's left I show up.
Skimming the crowd, I watch as the regulars dig out their cell phones and lighters for the show, pausing to catch the oh so sexy crawl like move that accompanies part of those lyrics.
If you really want more,
Scream it out louder,
If you're on the floor,
Bring out the fire,
And light it up,
Take it up higher,
Gonna push it to the limit,
Give it more!
Suddenly the whole place goes dark, the only light coming from the dimly lit emergency exits, and the glow from the countless lighters and cell phones in the crowd. Complying with the music, the crowd yells out for more...
If you really want more,
Scream it out louder,
If you're on the floor,
Bring out the fire,
And light it up,
Take it up higher,
Gonna push it to the limit,
Give it more!
On cue, the light it up lyrics are accompanied by the re-illumination of the lights on stage, casting a warm glow on the now robe-less, basketball outfitted Shiro. Almost like a magician, the gloves were switched with a basketball, and the boots to sneakers. I know the new attire was hidden by the boxing robe, but how he switches shoes so fast in the dark is still a mystery to me.
Get up both your hands,
I'm in the zone, tight,
Put 'em in the air,
If you want more and more,
'Cuz I can't wait to feel it.
I go hard, can't stop,
But if I stop then just know that Imma bring it back,
Never quittin' on believin' that.
Rolling the ball down one arm and up the other, he tosses it up before spinning and catching it once more. Then, passing it around his body, he begins to dribble down the stage, smoothly bouncing it between his legs while still in motion. I've never heard him say anything about playing before, but judging by his movements, he is quite familiar with the sport.
Know ya'll been patiently waiting,
I know you need me,
I can feel it,
I'm a beast, I'm an animal,
I'm that monster in the mirror,
The headliner, finisher,
I'm the closer, winner,
Best when under pressure one second's left I show up.
If you really want more,
Scream it out louder,
If you're on the floor,
Bring out the fire,
And light it up,
Take it up higher,
Gonna push it to the limit,
Give it more!
The room goes dark again, the crowd's mantra of 'more' increasing in strength...
If you really want more,
Scream it out louder,
If you're on the floor,
Bring out the fire,
And light it up,
Take it up higher,
Gonna push it to the limit,
Give it more!
This time, the lights show Shiro crouched in a running start position, tiny white track shorts and a tight black body armor top adorning his frame. With the start of the vocal segment, he springs into a short run from his position at the back of the stage, before landing gracefully on his knees and sliding to the end, just stopping at the crowds fingertips.
Ooohh-ooohh-ooohh,
Ooohh-ooohh-ooohh,
Ooohh-ooohh-ooohh,
Gonna push it to the limit,
Give it more!
Dancing teasingly on his knees right in front of them, the crowd goes wild and the number of bills showing up on stage grew rapidly. Playfully fanning himself, Shiro hops up to his feet and in one quick movement, rids himself of the tight top, briefly pausing his fluid dance movements to bow and hand it over to a woman up front, while accepting what must have been a rather large bill. Body armor isn't very cheap.
Ooohh-ooohh-ooohh,
Ooohh-ooohh-ooohh,
Ooohh-ooohh-ooohh,
Gonna push it to the limit,
Give it more!
The lights shut off for the last time, and the crowds screams are now deafening. Although the first three sports outfits commonly change each time he performs this set, the last one is always the same, and the universal favorite...
If you really want more,
Scream it out louder,
If you're on the floor,
Bring out the fire,
And light it up,
Take it up higher,
Gonna push it to the limit,
Give it more!
This time, the stage is illuminated in a soft, wavy blue light, meant to simulate water, but who is paying attention to the lighting when there is a marble cut, sex god dancing around in tight black Speedo's? My thought process is put on hold momentarily and I vaguely feel myself begin to salivate. Damn he makes me hot.
If you really want more,
Scream it out louder,
If you're on the floor,
Bring out the fire,
And light it up,
Take it up higher,
Gonna push it to the limit,
Give it more!
How someone can pull off the wave, slide glide, and moonwalk in nothing but a Speedo, and have it look so perfectly delicious is beyond me. However, my lover never fails to pull it off flawlessly. For a fleeting moment, I find myself envious of the crowd right in front of the stage, but the realization that I am allowed backstage after the show, and able to run my tongue along the skin that they are so desperately trying to touch, provides me with a smug, pleased feeling.
Ooohh-ooohh-ooohh,
Ooohh-ooohh-ooohh,
Ooohh-ooohh-ooohh,
Gonna push it to the limit,
Give it more!"
"No Fucking Way..." Turning back to my stalker, I take in the shocked and dumbfounded expression with pleasure.
"And you thought you stood a chance..." Chalking my revenge up as a successful endeavor, I finish my drink and head to the door that will lead me to Shiro, leaving Kaien at the bar, still gawking at the now empty stage. Shiro is going to go ballistic if he finds out that the molesting demon hunted me down. Hopefully, my revenge will amuse Shiro enough to let Kaien live should the truth be discovered. Given the circumstances, I don't particularly like the guy, but I wouldn't wish the wrath of Shirosaki on anyone.