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Taboo Night Club	By : dablackstallion Category: Naruto Crossovers > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 8394 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Note: Trigger warning - minor torture/minor character death

It had only been a few hours, but Michael was already beginning to see the appeal to working at Taboo's. He stood backstage, idling near the end of the hallway, right in front of the doors to the locker room. The entire hallway reeked of sex and lust. Several of the boys from earlier had carried their activities into the hallway. Red, or rather Jake, had switched positions. Before Michael stepped out onto the floor, the Asian male was getting serviced by a fit Latino named “Rai”. It seemed Rai was now standing against the wall near the dance studio with Jake sucking his cock. He too was very endowed, but not nearly as large as Jake.

Just beyond them, Bobby, the older, brown-haired, roguish looking young adult and Zelos, the lithe, flamboyant, redhead with long hair were talking to the muscular, spiky, black-haired male that was getting his dick sucked by two younger boys, one of which had light purple hair and the other of which, judging by his spiky, black hair, seemed to be his brother.

“You sure he's your brother, Gohan?” Bobby asked. “This kid's a little horn ball.” He remarked. “It took months before any of us saw your cock, and years before you'd touch one of ours!”

“He's definitely more like our Dad.” Gohan replied with a chuckle, both of his hands going down to the boys' heads, pushing them against his large cock.

“Don't just focus on the head boys.” Zelos told them. “Gohan's got a nice, big, thick cock. Don't waste the rest of it.” He advised. The younger boys on their knees nodded their head. The purple-haired boy leaned in, running his tongue along the underside near the base while the younger brother began kissing along the right side of his cock.

It was all so normal to them. None of this seemed odd. He wondered what kind of world they lived in where they could do all of this so nonchalantly. They were so open with each other. Michael was beginning to understand, thanks to Tim. He had just gotten eaten out by the handsome, kind man, and for all he know, it was public as well. With his eyes closed, anyone could have peeked through the curtains to see him acting so lewdly. Even though it happened moments ago, Michael couldn't help but wonder how things had escalated so quickly between him and Tim.

Tim was just so kind. So sweet. So comforting. He felt so safe when they talked, even though they had only met for what could have only been a few minutes. When Tim talked, it felt like he understood what Michael had gone through. To feel that level of comfort. To feel like someone could relate...it made him feel like he belonged. Something he hadn't felt in so long.

If what Kakashi and Tim had said was true, and most of the boys here didn't have a family, then he could understand why they behaved like this. If they all felt that similar need to belong and to be understood, and they connected to each other like Michael connected to Tim, then it made some sense to him.

Did that mean he would soon be joining them? Would he soon be as liberal in engaging in such intimate activities? He had already fucked Sasuke, sucked Kiba's cock and got his ass rimmed by Tim. It was evident to himself that he wanted to be part of this particular lifestyle. If that was the case, why did he continue to question what he saw? Why couldn't he just accept this was just how things were done here? Why did he still deny what he clearly wanted?

“You okay, Michael?” The black-haired teen snapped out of his daze to see Genis standing in front of him. The white-haired boy had a pair of blue, speedo trunks on and a face and chest covered in cum. “Looking for someone? Or something?” He asked.

“Y-Yeah.” Michael finally muttered. “I need to take a shower.” Michael told him, pointing to his shirt, which had been dirtied from Sasuke's cum, and then to his face, which had some of his own load still on it.

“There are some showers in the locker room right behind you.” Genis told him.

“I--”

“Harder, Kiba!” A voice groaned from behind the door to the locker room, cutting Michael off. There was a very loud thud as something crashed against the door, followed by several smaller, but booming thuds, accompanied by a lot of moaning and growling.

“I was hoping for somewhere a bit more private. I'm--”

“No worries!” Genis replied with a bright smile. “You don't have to explain yourself. It takes a while for some people to get accustomed to this place.” He told him. “There's a small shower in the gym. I'll tell the others to steer clear until you're done.”

“Thanks.”

“No problem!” Genis said, the smile still on his face. Michael managed to return a slight smile. The black-haired teen wasn't the most expressive of people, but it was hard not to smile around the kind, light-hearted, white-haired boy. Michael walked down the hallway, giving a downward nod to Jake, who did the same to him as he passed by.

Michael opened the door to the gym and closed it behind him. While Michael had only caught a glimpse at the facilities before, he was still in awe at how well stocked the gym was. He was far from a fitness nut and even further from a gym rat, but even he could tell that they had some top notch equipment and machines in here. He walked through the gym, his nose twitching at the smell. Even though there was no one in here but him, the place reeked of teenaged boys. Their sweat, musk and undoubtedly, the smell of their cum, permeated every square inch of this room.

As he got to the back of the gym, he'd open the door into the small shower area. It was a public shower area with spouts that lined the wall opposite of the door. There were some benches to the left of the door and a massive shelf lined the right side. It was filled with all sorts of bath products, from shampoos to soaps, and the top shelf had stacks of towels on them.

Michael slipped off his shirt and tossed it onto the bench. His jeans and underwear came off next, leaving the pale teen fully naked. He grabbed a small bottle of soap from one of the baskets and stepped into the shower area. He pressed the knob and let the hot water fall onto his body. Closing his eyes, his began to reflect on the last couple of hours. This time, he could do it without hearing the sounds of sex and the smell of lust in the air. He could think with a clear mind.

His thoughts began to wander as he washed himself. His whole life, he had been distant from people. Hesitant to make any new friends. After all, it was pointless. He'd spend a couple of years at a school before inevitably winding up back in the system again. When he got to high school, he lacked the friendships so many others his age had. He lacked the support that came from it. He had spent so long being able to depend on just himself. He had learned how to profile the rich kids and perfected his pickpocketing techniques just to get by.

Now, all of a sudden, there was an option to no longer be alone. There were others who had gone through similar tragedies to him, and he was hesitant to embrace them. Why? He searched his mind and his heart for the answers. Everyone he had ever gotten close to had been pried away from him or had left him. It never lasted, and so, Michael had stopped emotionally investing in any sort of relationship.

But these guys...they seem to look after each other. To care for each other. It was clear that if Michael made the decision to trust them, they wouldn't betray him, and yet, he couldn't bring himself to do it just yet. He needed to make sure that they would continue to be there for him. The amount of times he had been adopted by a seemingly kind couple, only to be threatened or beaten. He knew first impressions were deceiving.

He knew he was being cynical about it, but he had his defences up. He wanted to believe Tim. In those few moments he shared with him, everything seemed to align...so why was he so unsure now?

The water spout turned off as Michael washed the last off few inches of his body off. He grabbed a towel off the top shelf and dried himself off. He slipped on his underwear and his black jeans, but opted to leave his shirt off. It was covered in cum and Kiba had told him Kakashi would supply him with clothes to wear.

Michael exited the shower with his shirt in hand, his wet, black hair clinging to his face. He walked across the gym to step out into the hallway. To his surprise, there wasn't a single sexual act happening in the hallway. There were still half-naked and fully naked boys walking along the hallways, but they seemed to be just talking. There was no dick sucking. No making out. No fucking. Considering it was all that he had seen from this place since he got here, it was a strange sight.

“Dude, you look really hot with wet hair.” Michael turned to see three boys walking towards him. The one who complimented him he recognized as the one he followed to get here, the brown-skinned teen named Sokka. He had on a blue, tribal-looking loincloth that barely covered his large, flaccid cock.

“Thanks.” Michael replied.

“Are you dancing tonight?” Asked the teen with spiky, red hair. He had on a red speedo that displayed his bulge quite prominently. “Because if you are, you should totally do something with water.”

“I'm--”

“Dude, that'd look so fuckin' cool! I bet you'd rake in the money too!” Said the third boy, a blonde with short, spiky hair. He had a leather jacket on with nothing underneath, his well-toned abs on full display. He had on a pair of leather pants as well, the outline of his cock very visible underneath it. “I'd be down to throw the water on you!” The blonde said excitedly.

“If you need more water, I can throw some too!” The redhead chimed in.

“That's nice of you guys to offer, but he's working security tonight.” Another voice said from behind him. Turning his head, he saw Tim, who now dressed from head to toe in black. He wore a black turtleneck that hugged his chiselled body and a pair of black jeans. He looked like a sexy, suave secret agent. “Here. I brought you a shirt and some pants, but guess you won't be needing the pants.” Tim said with a kind smile on his face. Michael grabbed the shirt and slipped it on. It was a short sleeved v-neck that was a bit loose on him, but still fit his body in a flattering way. “Report to Bobby at the front when you're ready.” Tim told Michael. The pale teen nodded as Tim walked away.

“I guess I should get going.” Michael told the others.

“We won't keep you.” Sokka told him.

“If you're ever in the mood to work on that sick bod of yours, feel free to hit us up. We could always use another workout bro.” The redhead said.

“Sure. Thanks for the offer...” Michael said, his sentence trailing off as he tried to remember their names.

“Oh fuck! Right! I'm Eijiro, but most people call me by my last name, Kirishima.” The redhead said.

“I'm Ryuji.” The blonde said, giving a wave of his hand.

“Sokka.” The brown-skinned teen added.

“Nice to meet you guys.” He said.

“Same!” Kirishima replied as the boys walked off to Kakashi's office.

Michael made his way down the hallway and stepped through the curtains onto the club floor. He spotted Bobby at the entrance of the club and walked over to him. The brunette was dressed more like Michael than Tim, wearing a v-neck shirt and some tight, black jeans.

“Hey. Tim said to report to you?” He asked.

“I'm on babysitting duty first, huh?” Bobby replied with a playful smirk.

“I guess. Not really sure what I'm supposed to do.”

“It's your first day. You're not supposed to.” Bobby told him. “It seems tonight you'll be starting with me. I'm the secondary bouncer.” He explained. “This is my station.” He said, holding his hand out towards the entrance. The entrance was comprised of two wooden doors that opened outwards. Michael stepped through the doors and noticed the hallway he had come through when he snuck in earlier today. He could see the door to the locker room where he spied on Sokka and Naruto.

The hallway was dimly lit by small chandeliers that hung from the ceiling. The walls were covered from top to bottom with a cushiony velvet, with a gold trim along the bottom. The floors were carpeted in red velour. Deep purple curtains framed the doors to the club, bundled in the center by a gold rope.
Michael stepped back into the club and stood next to Bobby. “Our job is very simple. We check IDs, make sure the face and name matches the photo.” Bobby explained as he walked over to a small, metal box on the wall, beside the left door. He opened it up and pulled out a pair of two-way radios. “Once that checks out, you say the name into the radio. Just press down the button on the side and say the name.” Bobby pushed the button down, causing the radio to let out a short beep. “Bobby Drake.” He said into the radio.

“Once you say the name, someone in the office will check to see if that name is in our database. If it is,” Bobby looked up, prompting Michael to do the same, where there were two unlit lights above the door, “the light on the right will flash green. If it's not.” Bobby paused on the light on the left flashed red. “That'll happen. Got it?”

“Yeah.” Michael replied. “There's nothing else?” He asked.

“Not when you're stationed here. Most of the vetting is done beforehand. We just have to make sure that no one on the list makes it through.” He told him. “You have to jump through some hoops to get an invitation here. Kakashi and Asuma run serious background checks on each of the invitees. If they pass that, then they have to pay some major money and give us access to a lot of private information just to get in the door.” Michael wasn't sure how to feel about what Bobby just told him. On one hand, it sounded like extortion. But on the other hand, it sounded like Kakashi and Asuma were doing the most to make sure the kids were safe.

His mind was starting to let the doubt about the place creep in again when he heard voices behind him. He turned around to see a group of boys walking through the curtains from backstage to the floor. He saw Genis first, then Ken and Kai. Then, the brunette that was practicing his dancing with Jake followed. The purple-haired boy and the spiky, black-haired boy that was with him followed them. Lastly, the green-haired boy who was on his knees in the break room walked behind all of them. All of the boys were dressed in tight speedo trunks. Genis' was blue, Ken's was orange, Kai's was dark red, the brunette's was green, the purple-haired boy's was purple and his spiky-haired friend's was orange. The green-haired boy had on a dark green speedo. Michael made the assumption it was because he was older and there was more to fill it out.

“Hey, Michael!” Genis said, running over to him. “You're the doorman tonight?”

“Secondary bouncer.” Bobby corrected.

“You're a glorified doorman. The real bouncer is outside.” Genis told him.

“Whatever.” Bobby said.

The group of boys formed a small line opposite to Bobby and Michael with Genis at the front. “I didn't get to properly introduce you to everyone.” He said as he turned to the rest of the group. “Guys. This is Michael.” He looked at Michael. “Michael, these are the guys.” Kai and Ken raised their hands and waved, having met Michael already.

“I'm Ben.” The brunette said.

“I'm Goten! And this is my friend Trunks!” The spiky haired boy said.

“Trunks?” Michael asked.

“I know. It's a weird name.” He muttered.

“I'm Izuku Midoriya, but most people just call me Deku.” The green-haired boy said as he extended a hand to Michael. He shook his hand, surprised that the small, lithe male had such a firm handshake.

“Nice to meet you guys.” Michael told them.

“Lucio! Teddie!” Genis exclaimed as he ran past Michael. The pale teen turned around to see two people standing in the doorway. One was a black male who was shorter than average and had his dreadlocks tied back. He had headphones around his neck, a green tank top and blue pants. He also seemed to be wearing rollerblades?

Next to him was an equally petit male was alabaster skin and blonde hair swept to the left. He was quite foppishly with a collared, frilly white shirt and a big, red rose on his breast. The blonde gave Genis a big hug.

“Guys, this is Michael. Michael, this is Lucio.” Genis said, pointing to the black male. “He's our DJ. He's amazing.” He then pointed to the blonde. “This is Teddie. He's our MC.”

“That's me! MC extraordinaire! The king of the mic and the prince of introductions! Able to hold your attention with a single pose!” The blonde said as he struck a pose in the door way, holding a sideways peace sign in front of his right eye.

“That's what I'm talking about, Teddie! Gimme that energy!” Lucio said as he pumped his fist in the air.

Michael knew it was the DJ and the MC's job to keep the party going and keep the energy up. Although he had spent just a few moments with Lucio and Teddie, it was clear they were the right duo for the job.

“Nice to meet you two.” Michael said.

“Nice talkin' to you too. I gotta go get the party started!” Lucio said as he skated away.

“I'll see you on the floor!” Teddie shouted as he ran after him.

As he watched the duo run/skate towards the DJ booth, he could hear a multitude of murmurs coming from behind him. Turning his head, he saw a line of people making their way to the entrance. To his surprise, the patrons weren't what he was expecting. When he thought about older men who were into young boys, he thought of men with greasy hair or sketchy facial hair. They were balding or had a mean look in their eyes. He spotted some of those people in the line, but for the most part, they all seemed so...normal. He'd even go so far as to say a few of them were attractive.

Michael watched as Bobby cleared the first person. Genis walked him over to one of the circular tables near the front of the stage. As Bobby welcomed more and more people in, the boys would escort them over to a seat. Looking back, some of them immediately got handsy with the boys, groping their ass and slapping it. Genis was already giving his customer a lap dance. It was certainly going to take some time to get used to this.

“Hey, Michael.” The pale teen turned his head towards Bobby, who was handing a piece of ID to him. “You got a job to do.”

“Right. Sorry.” Michael looked down at the ID. The man in front of him looked identical to the photo on the ID. Tall, brown hair, fit body. He grabbed the two-way radio and pressed down the button. When he heard the beep, he spoke into the mic. “Tori Avalon?” His eyes shifted upwards, waiting for the signal. When he saw the green light, he let the man in, who was escorted to his seat by Kai.

As the first few minutes passed, Michael was astounded by how many people were here. The line seemed to never end. He barely had time to look backwards because soon another person was handing him their ID. The music was blasting from the speakers that surrounded the entire room. He heard the distinct noise of a microphone being turned on, so he finally looked back to see Teddie on the stage.

“Good evening everyone! Welcome back to Taboo! I'm your host with the most, Teddie!” The blonde said as he raised his hand enthusiastically. A few patrons clapped, but most of them were too focused on the boys in front of them. The teens seemed to have entered the floor as well, many of them carrying drinks back and forth from the bar to the tables.

“We have our first performance of tonight! Give it up for the Mouth from Down South. The Bone Who Won't Shrink in Snow, the Witty Water Tribesman, Sokka!” Teddie gestured towards the stage Sokka stepped out onto stage. He had on the same loincloth as before, but he also had on face paint and what Michael could only describe as “native warrior garb”. It consisted of a headband, a fur vest with a hood and a pair of fur boots.

Sokka slowly and confidently made his way to the poke and took his time circling it, his gaze on the people in the front row. From what Michael had seen today, Sokka was quite the goofball. To see him channel this inner warrior was quite sexy.

“Hey. You'll have all night to ogle. Come on. We've still got a ways to go.” Bobby told Michael, who simply nodded in response. Over the next hour, Bobby and Michael would let what seemed like hundreds of men into the club, making it look packed. There seemed to be about one boy for every couple of tables, and he saw many boys walking behind the curtains marked “Private Rooms”.

By the time the hour was up, there was finally a lull in admissions. There was no one left to check. “Seems like you're done here. Good job.” Bobby said, holding out his fist to Michael. The pale teen fist bumped him.

“You don't need me anymore?” He asked.

“Nah. There'll be more guys who trickle in through the night, but I can handle them. Head over to Jackson by the private rooms. He can teach you about that station.” Michael nodded as he walked across the floor to the curtains on the opposite side of the stage and next to the bar. He saw Jackson, the tall, muscular, bald, black male, standing arms crossed on the left side of the curtains. He wore a black tank top and black jeans, his thick biceps on full display.

“Hey. Bobby said to report to you.” Michael told him. Jackson pointed to the spot on the right side of the curtains. Understanding the cue, Michael took his place on the other side of the curtains, him and Jackson guarding the private rooms. “Do we just keep people from coming in?” Michael asked. Jackson shook his head.

“We have two jobs.” Jackson said. “One: Confirm that the guest has paid for private time.”

“What do you mean?”

“The guests can buy alone time with any of the boys. Prices differ depending on the boy and what they want to do. Before they enter, we check in with the office. Say their name into the radio. The office will check to see if the money's been sent to our bank account. If it's good, we let them in.” He said.

“What's the second?” Michael asked.

“Make sure the boys are safe.” Jackson replied. “Sometimes our guests like to get too handsy. Each room has a special button that'll notify us if something's wrong. If that happens, we hurry to the room and sort out the situation. The office is also looking at the security cameras, so there's a chance we might get the alert from them instead.” He explained. Michael simply nodded, understanding his duties.

The duo didn't speak for the rest of their time together. Michael would just watch the stage, observing as many of the guys he met today would walk out on stage and dance. He saw Naruto do a boy next door type striptease, coming out on stage in just a shirt and jeans. Kirishima did a workout themed dance where he lifted weights on stage so people could see his muscles bulge. Ryuji had a biker gang dance prepared. Jake had a thug-type routine that reminded Michael of Magic Mike. The boy he named “Beige” performed a martial arts-themed routine that had him doing crazy flips and tricks along the stage. Teddie even joined in and did a strange routine centered around emerging from a red and blue bear mascot suit.

All of the performances were captivating. Michael couldn't take his eyes off of any of the dancers. Sure, some were better than others, but all of them had such a magnetic presence on stage. The patrons showered them in bills, which were collected by a person who was also security, judging by the all black clothing, but Michael didn't recognize him. He had short, white hair and was about the same height as Bobby and similar in body type, both being average height, lean and fit. His arms were massive however, seeming even bigger than Jackson's.

There was an interesting tradition that Michael noticed as well. As each boy finished up their time on the stage, there seemed to be a non-verbal auction that consisted of patrons holding up bigger wads of cash. Whoever had the biggest wad earned the right to be jizzed on by the performer at the end of their dance. He wondered how much money the dancers were making because it seemed like more than he could ever imagine.

“Jackson. Can you work security and be a dancer?” He asked.

“Yeah.” He replied.

“Do you dance?”

“No.” Jackson answered. “None of the older guys do. Once you're eighteen, you're banned from the stage.” He told Michael. That seemed to rattle the pale teen a bit. If he ever did begin to dance, he knew it would take months before he could get as good as these guys. If the cutoff age was eighteen, then that meant he only had a year and some odd months to dance on stage and make the real money.

“So you used to dance?” Michael asked.

“Yeah. All of us did. But when you turn eighteen, you're legal. Your earnings go way down.” Jackson explained.

“Why don't you continue to strip outside of Taboo?”

“Some of us do. Most of us have had our fill and have made more than enough money to last us.” Michael eagerly wanted to know how much money that was. “Our main priority is making sure none of the young 'ens get hurt. We were fortunate enough to perform safely, so now it's our turn to return the favour for the next generation.” He explained. Michael nodded at the answer. There it was again. That familial connection and responsibility. That need to protect one of their own.

“Head over to Akihiko. You can take a closer look at the dancers and the money they make.” Michael looked over at Jackson, who seemed to be able to read his mind. The bald, black male gazed down at him with his bright, blue eyes. It felt like the older male was peering into his soul and telling him it was alright to want to pursue the money.

With a simple nod, Michael made his way over to the stage to the white-haired male who he assumed was Akihiko. This was confirmed when the white-haired male introduced himself. “You must be Michael. I'm Akihiko Sanada.” The white-haired male said as he extended his hand. Michael gave it a firm handshake. Before he could even ask what his duties were, Akihiko explained it to him. “When the dancers get on stage, your job is to keep the patrons in check. Make sure they don't touch the performers more than they're allowed to. Once the dance is done, help Teddie collect the tips and place it in this bucket.” Akihiko said, holding the black bucket in his hand.

“Got it.” Michael replied. It seemed simple enough. He stood beside the stage as more boys performed. The silent male with blonde hair and pointy ears performed a cowboy-esque strip tease. Genis took to the stage next, doing a pretty basic striptease with no theme. The patrons seemed to eat it up. They were very unruly, each of them trying to get a cop of Genis, but Michael would bar them off.

Michael began gathering the tips for Genis when he heard Teddie take to the mic again. “Okay everyone! It's time to give you what you want! He's the big dick swinging, bedroom eyes giving, predatory beast himself! Give it up for the Ravenous Horn Dog, the one and only Kiba!” Michael's eyes shot straight to the middle of the stage, where Kiba was slowly walking out on all fours. His big, flaccid cock was touching the stage.

Kiba was naked. He had no clothes on, making this more of a performance than a strip tease. His eyes caught Michael's. The two gazed at each other for a brief moment. Michael felt like a helpless doe as Kiba glared at him with such hunger in his eyes. That cocky smirk appeared on Kiba's lips. Michael's eyes glanced lower, watching as Kiba's cock began to harden. Was that because of him?

“Michael. Come in, Michael.” The pale teen tore his eyes away from the animal on stage as he heard the voice over the radio. He pressed the button down and replied.

“Hey. It's Michael.”

“I need you to come to the office.” Tim told him.

“Alright.” Michael tucked the radio back into his pocket as he reluctantly walked away from Kiba's performance. He stepped past Gohan, who was standing in front of the curtains that separated the backstage area from the floor. He made his way down the hallway to find Zelos standing in front of the office.

“Hurry, hurry.” The redhead teased as he opened the office door for him.

Michael stepped inside to see Kakashi getting up from behind his desk. Tim was sitting at the desk where all the monitors were. “You called?” Michael asked.

“Yeah. Kakashi has to step out for a bit. I'm going to be covering for him, so I need you to cover for me.” Tim explained as Kakashi gave a slight nod of his head to say goodbye before exiting the office.

“What do you want me to do?” Michael asked.

“Just look over the monitors. Make sure nothing bad happens. If you see anything that doesn't seem right, just call out the number in the top right of the monitor to me. I'll pull up the camera on Kakashi's computer and double check for you. Sound good?” Tim asked as he got up from the table.

“Yeah.” Michael said as he sat down in the chair Tim had just vacated. The older male made his way over to Kakashi's desk, tucking his chair in to make sure he was as close to the computer on the desk as possible.

Michael's eyes wandered all of the screens. There had to be at least sixty screens. They were positioned geographically on the massive wall of screens. The left portion of the screens seemed to display the main floor of the club. The top rows of the screens were the private rooms. His eyes lingered as he watched some of the patrons fuck the boys he had gotten to know. The one that caught his eye was the screen that showed Genis in a room with four patrons, two of them spit roasting him while the other two seemed to wait for their turn.

He continued to scan the screens. The bottom right consisted of all of the backstage areas and just above it were the cameras showing the activity in the hallways leading from the outside to the entrance. Looking at the screens that showed the staircase that led from outside to the first hallway, he saw Inuyasha standing there, keeping guard.

His eyes then moved to a screen that showed a room that he hadn't seen. It was a bright, white room that seemed to be enclosed. It had just a small, white table in it and a white chair. “Hey, Tim. What room is monitor 0-1-7?” He asked. He heard some clacking behind him as Tim pulled up the monitor on his screen. He was about to answer when they heard a voice some through on Tim's radio.

“Tohru Adachi.” Bobby said. Tim started clacking away at the keyboard again. Michael heard some clicking as well before he heard the beep of the radio.

“He's not on the list.” Tim said to himself. Michael saw the red light flash on the monitor. He wondered what was going to happen next. Tim reached over and pressed a button on the desk, leaning in to talk into the standing microphone on Kakashi's desk. “Inuyasha. We've got a fake.” Tim said.

Michael watched as Bobby continued to inspect the ID. The monitor gave the view of the entrance from inside the club. The monitor beside it gave the view of the entrance from the hallway. It was on that monitor he saw the wall slowly open up. Inuyasha emerged from the secret hallway behind the wall. Michael hadn't even noticed Inuyasha leaving his spot. His eyes were glued on the screen as the tall, silver-haired male crept up behind Tohru Adachi, the man who was not on the list.

He clasped a hand over the man's mouth, silencing his cries for help before dragging him into the secret hallway. The wall would close as he stepped inside. Michael's eyes darted across the screens, wondering where Inuyasha would reappear. His attention was caught by monitor 017, when one of the white walls opened up to reveal Inuyasha and the man who was not on the list. Inuyasha forced the man onto the chair. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of handcuffs, handcuffing the man's right hand to the chair.

“Monitor 0-1-7 is the interrogation room.” Tim said bleakly. From the tone of his voice, Michael guessed that Tim didn't want Michael to see the room being used tonight.

“Why do you need an interrogation room?” He asked as he turned around, only to see Tim putting a headset in.

“Proceed with the regular line of questioning, Inuyasha.” Tim instructed as he spoke into the mic. Michael wasn't getting his answer any time soon. So, he turned his attention back to the monitor. He watched as Inuyasha began to interrogate the man. The man who wasn't on the list was clearly afraid. Michael could see it in his eyes. He could understand why as well. Inuyasha was a tower of a man and built like a truck. He'd be scared as well if he had to answer to him.

Minutes passed as the two talked. Inuyasha would flash his canines at the man and show signs of losing it as he banged on the table and yelled at the man. He wondered why Inuyasha was frustrated. He hoped Tim would speak up again so Michael could get some context, but the older male behind him was silent.

An hour passed as Michael watched the man devolve into a weeping mess. He didn't need to be in the room to know that the man was sorry for his actions and heavily regretted coming here tonight. Inuyasha certainly didn't help out the situation as he got in the man's face and would even slap him from time to time, trying to get something out of him. Inuyasha would evolve the torture by contorting the man's fingers, bending them further back than they could go, even going so far as to break the ring finger on the man's right hand.

Michael tried to look at another screen. He didn't want to watch a man getting tortured, but the curiosity was too great. He wanted to know why Inuyasha was doing all of this. The silver-haired male grabbed the man's fingers again as he shook in his seat, trying to get him to stop. That's when he heard a sigh from behind him.

“Do it. We're getting nothing.” Tim said into the mic, clearly unhappy about the command he gave. There was a pause before he leaned in again. “I'm sure.”

Michael's eyes were glued to the screen, wondering what Tim meant by “do it”. He wasn't prepared. Nothing could prepare him for what he saw unfold in front of his eyes. Inuyasha slowly walked towards the man, a devilish grin on his face. He grasped the man by his neck, digging his sharp nails into his neck. Then, in one quick motion, he slashed his nails across his neck, creating four huge gashes in the man's neck from one side to the next. The man's blood-curdling scream was so loud that he could hear it coming out of Tim's headset. The blood splattered all over Inuyasha, the walls, the table and the floor.

The most horrifying part of it all was watching the light fade from the man's eyes. Just moments ago, he was alive. And now...he was gone.

Michael pulled away from the monitors. He turned to face Tim. He needed an explanation. “What the fuck was that?!” Michael asked, the fear causing his voice to get shaky. Tim just looked at him, an apologizing look in his eyes.
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