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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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Blood. There was so much blood. Michael's eyes shifted back to monitor 017. Sitting in the center of the room was a dead man. A corpse. Just moments ago, he was alive. Now, blood was pouring from the man's neck. At least now it wasn't gushing and spraying out like a wild hose. Inuyasha was completely covered in the man's blood, and he didn't seem phased by it at all. In fact, Michael swore he could see Inuyasha smiling. His eyes had to be playing tricks on him. There was no way Inuyasha could enjoy murdering a man...could he?

“I'm sorry, Michael. I'll have to explain things later. I have a crisis to deal with.” Tim said as he stood up. “Zelos, take over for me in the office. We have a code red. Someone tell Neji he's switching off from dancing to security. He'll take over Zelos' position.” Tim ordered. Michael could see the sorrow in Tim's eyes as the older male left the office. Whatever had just happened, it was clear Tim wasn't happy about it.

As Tim exited, Zelos walked into the room. He immediately walked over to where Michael stood and took a look at the wall of monitors. The redhead peered at monitor 017. “God damn it, Inuyasha.” He muttered to himself. It was the first time Michael had heard Zelos not be snarky.

“Can you please explain what the fuck just happened?” Michael asked. The panic and frustration from not getting answers were causing his heart to race faster than ever before.

“It's very simple.” Zelos replied, the warmth of his usual sarcastic, playful tone completely gone, leaving his words to be very cold. “What we do here is very illegal. Kakashi and Asuma go to extreme lengths to keep this place secret. You worked the door today, so you know about how many obstacles a guest has to go through in order to get in.” Zelos told him. “If someone shows up without an invitation, we can't let them leave. Who knows who they'll tell about this place.”

Michael couldn't believe what he was hearing. It made this place sound like some sort of mafia. “Wait. But what about how that guy found out? Doesn't that mean someone had to tell him about this place?” Michael asked.

“Bingo.” Zelos replied. “Knowing Tim, he's already informed Kakashi and Asuma about it. Whoever blabbed to that poor, unfortunate soul will probably be dead or very close to bankrupt before the sun rises.” The redhead explained.

Michael had to sit down. Everything he was hearing was ridiculous. Minutes ago, the pale teen was excited to work here. He thought he had finally found his place. He thought he had found people who could understand him and knew what he had been through. He now realized he couldn't be further from the truth. He should have listened to his gut from the get go. All of his initial thoughts about this place were dead on.

“So Asuma and Kakashi...they train you to kill people?” Michael asked, needing to know just how twisted this situation was.

“It's not that black and white.” Zelos told him.

“Just answer the fucking question.”

“Some of us.” Zelos answered.

“Have you--”

“Yes.”

“Has Tim--”

“Yes.” Zelos replied before Michael could finish his question. “It's not something I'm proud of, but if it meant protecting everyone I love here, I'd happily do it again, and I'm sure Tim would say the same.”

Michael's face twisted in disgust. All this stuff about family and brothers. He realized now how much it sounded more like a cult than a family, especially with how brainwashed Zelos sounded with his answer. “How can you live with yourselves?” Michael asked.

“The first one is always hard.” Zelos told him.

“The first one?!” Michael yelled. He couldn't believe the effeminate, redheaded man before him was a serial murderer.

“It never gets easier, unless you're Inuyasha.” The redhead said as he looked at the screen. The silver-haired male was licking his fingers clean of the blood. Michael had to look away. He thought he was going to throw up. “But once you know what these boys have been through, it makes the undoable seem doable.” Zelos explained.

“I didn't think I could kill anyone either, but then I thought about the younger guys. I thought I've been through some shit, but those kids...” Zelos fists clenched at his sides. “It's not for me to say, but for a lot of those kids, this life is a million times better than where they were before. Ken only started talking a few months ago. Link still won't talk. But today, they're both smiling and living as normal a life as someone like us can.”

Michael was still heated, but seeing the emotion in Zelos' face and body, and hearing the determination in his voice, it was getting to him. His eyes shifted back to the monitors. He watched as Tim stepped into the interrogation room with Inuyasha and the corpse. Both males grabbed the body and disappeared into the hidden hallway behind one of the wall panels.

No. He couldn't be swayed like this. Not again. They were murderers. Nothing could forgive that.

“If I didn't agree to work tonight, would Kakashi have killed me?” Michael asked.

“No.” Zelos answered. “You're a foster kid. If you tried to snitch, the police wouldn't believe you.” The redhead revealed. “If you tried to do something else to bring this place to light, then I'm not sure.” The fact that his life could be in danger was terrifying Michael. He was at a lost for words. He stared off into the distance as he contemplated how in the world he ended up in this position.

“I think you should head home for tonight.” Zelos suggested. “We'll send someone to give you your pay at school tomorrow.”

The money was the last thing on Michael's mind right now. He was unsure if he wanted to go home at this point. “How do I know you won't kill me if I go home?” Michael asked.

“Because, whether you like it or not, you're our brother now. We don't kill our own.” Zelos explained. Michael felt like that was supposed to give him some peace of mind, but being called a brother to a bunch of people who murdered people only twisted his stomach even more.

Without saying a word, Michael got up from his seat and walked to the door. He felt a cold sweat overcome his body and a dryness in his throat. As he grabbed the door handle to leave, Zelos spoke up once again. “Whatever you do, don't tell any of the young ones about what you saw.” That wouldn't be a problem. Michael had no intention of telling anyone what he saw. How could he? He had troubles even coming to terms with the horrors that took place on that monitor, and after hearing that his life could be in danger, he wouldn't dare tell anyone.

Exiting the office, the black-haired teen made his way through the hallway, seeing familiar faces in their speedos and dancing costumes. He heard some of them say hi to him, and others waved, but he didn't reply to any of them. He had one goal in mind right now: get the fuck out of this place.

And that's exactly what he did.

Heading through the locker room to the entrance, Michael walked up the stairs and exited through the secret door that led to the shed-like interior. He walked out to the streets and hopped on the next available bus. The teen took a seat at the very back and put in his earphones. He was in desperate need of a distraction. Anything to take his mind off of what he had just seen. He pumped the loudest metal music he had, hoping the rapid bass and screaming guitars would rattle his brain enough for him to forget.

At first, Michael had closed his eyes, the panic having drained his body of any energy he had left. But, when he closed his eyes, all he could see was Inuyasha slashing that man at his neck. The blood spurting everywhere. That sick look in Inuyasha's eyes. All of the lies he had been told. The betrayal he felt from everyone. Michael opened his eyes again and stared out the window. He couldn't stop envisioning what he had seen, but at least now things weren't so vivid. He could distract himself by looking at all the bright lights and the people still on the streets at this time of night that they passed by.

The teen was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice the bus come to a complete stop. He felt someone tap him on the shoulder. It was the bus driver. “It's the end of the line.” The driver told him.

“Shit.” Michael muttered to himself. He reached into his pockets to find another bus token, but he had none.

“It's alright, kid. The bus will be going back west after I take a quick break.” The driver said as he pointed to the gas station outside.

“I don't live far from here. I can just walk.”

“Suit yourself, kid.” The driver said as he walked out the doors of the bus. Michael would follow him off of the bus and start to make his way back home. The one thing he liked about his foster parents was that they didn't mind him coming home at any time in the night. They wanted him to “have a life” and thought him being out until 3 A.M. was fine. It was common for him to head home this late. The less he was at home, the less he'd have to endure their yelling and drunken bickering.

His house was only ten blocks away from where he was, and he didn't mind walking this late. It wouldn't take him much longer than twenty minutes for him to get home. He was fairly good at blending in to the night that he never got harassed by passersby. Michael never really understood why the crazies and drunks at this time of night never approached him. He had come to the conclusion that he was just unremarkable and not worth anyone's time, and that was fine for him.

Michael always felt at home on the dark streets of the city. There was something about the quiet ruckus of the pedestrians and the zaniness of the characters he saw at this time that brought him comfort. They were obviously people with problems of their own and some of them were in worse spots than he was. The thoughts reeked of Schadenfreude, but he didn't care. It motivated him. No matter how bad his life was, there were others out there who had it worse, and at least he wasn't in their place.

Three blocks had passed and Michael had entered the city's entertainment districts. He could see drunks limping home and looking for another bar to drink their sorrows away. The “open” signs were slowly switching off and the sidewalks were littered with the homeless and the blacked out. His music stopped suddenly. Michael grabbed his phone out of his pocket. It had died, leaving him to listen to the faint buzzing of the neon signs and the roaring of the lonely car engines that were still on the road.

“Let go!”

Michael looked around for the voice. There was no sign of anyone shouting. Just a couple of drink girls on their way home from either a very successful or very poor bachelorette party.

“Stop!”

The voice sounded young and girly. Michael turned his head and spotted an alleyway just a few metres ahead of him. No one else was reacting to the cries for help. He had enough action for the day, but he couldn't sit idly by while a kid was in danger. The pale teen rushed over to the alleyway, still wearing the black shirt and jeans from the club, allowing him to blend into the shadows.

Stepping inside of the alley, he spotted the source of the cries for help. At the end of the alley, there was a small, blonde girl being forced up against the wall by a tall, slender man. The worst part about it was that the man was wearing a police uniform. “Please let go of me!” The girl cried out, but the cop just pressed his chest up against the girl's back.

“Hey!” Michael shouted from the entrance to the alleyway. “You heard her. Leave her alone!” The cop turned around and looked at him. Michael couldn't make out many details since the man was at least thirty meters away and his cap was obscuring his face. The cop didn't make any sudden moves. Then, he began walking towards him, placing a hand on his hip, where his holster was.

The teen had to think quickly. His phone was still in his hand, so he pointed it at the cop like he was recording video. “I'm recording!” Michael blurted out, but the cop kept approaching him. “And I've ordered an Uber. He'll be here in a few seconds.” The cop continued to approach him, but he suddenly stopped, seemingly looking past Michael. Luck was on Michael's side. He turned around to see a car had parked on the street right behind him. When Michael turned back, the cop had dashed off down one of the adjoining alleyways.

Michael hurried down the alleyway to tend to the young girl, who had slumped down to the ground. As he got closer to her, he realized that she was just a very feminine he. The kid had short blonde locks, big, brown eyes and white, fair skin. Strangely enough, the kid seemed to be wearing a sailor costume with short shorts “You okay?” Michael asked.

“Yeah.” The boy replied, his voice also very effeminate.

“Let's get out of here. The quicker we get you home, the faster you'll--”

“No!” The boy shouted. “Please...don't take me home.” The blonde had tears welling up in his eyes. Michael wasn't going to interrogate the kid, but he knew he couldn't take him back to the blonde's home. He also couldn't take him to the police, seeing as one of them did this to him. It left Michael with very few options.

“It's okay. I won't take you home.” Michael told him. “What's your name?”

“Momiji.” The blonde replied.

“Momiji? Is that Japanese?” Michael asked.

“I'm half Japanese, half German.”

“That must be a cool mix. The food must be delicious.” Michael said, trying to take Momiji's mind off of what had just happened. The blonde simply nodded. “How about this? You tell me about your favourite food while we go back to my place. That sound good?” Momiji nodded again. Michael stood up and helped the blonde up onto his feet.

As they left the alleyway, Momiji slowly talked about his favourite strudel. Michael did his best to listen, but all he could think about was what to do with the kid. After tonight, he knew Momiji wouldn't be able to stay with him any longer. He decided to take it one day at a time as he walked home with the young, blonde boy.
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