Shawty Got Low, Low, Low... [CLOSED/Toto]

The shift in music from the previous club went into great detail about just what kind of club they were in, with lyrics so graphic it led Hi-to to wonder how thousands of years of human evolution brought them to this. There was so much to take in, and he did so with eyes not unlike a forensic camera, capturing potentially incriminating evidence that could later be used against them.

Especially---

Oh hell.

The man’s junk was so bedazzling Hi-to almost needed sunglasses just to look at him. Not that he was –on purpose- but it was so hard not to. He was wearing those Swarovski crystals like an engagement ring, flaunting it for everything he was worth, which from how cheap he was coming across probably wasn’t a lot. And was that a bow? What the-

Something blindsided his vision sharply and Hi-to hissed, pupils far too dilated in the sensual lighting to be prepared for the black spots appearing behind his eyelids. Pressing his fingers against them in an attempt to keep them at bay he opened them to shoot a withered look at his partner in crime, and more so at the offensive smartphone in his hand. He swore to Soul King, if that blonde twat even considered sending that to Hisui, he’d be the one with his balls on display as a trophy prize.

“Oh my fuck, your reaction Toto, it’s-“

“Put that thing away!” He hissed. He was about to turn around, to laugh at Sekai’s reaction and direct Haku’s camera lens there and tell her to reap what she’d sown when he realised why. Why it was that she looked that way, her facial muscles pulled to stroke like proportions, and it was a good thing Hyperion wasn’t around to hear the filth that was his master’s inner monologue.

He was coming there way.
 

Abort Mission, abort-

"Someone looks like they need a little friend. Or, you know, a not so little friend."

Never before had Hi-to ever come full circle so quickly in his entire life. The effect happened so fast it almost gave him whiplash, his previous resentment passing him by like a gentle breeze.

He’d changed his mind. He loved this place. It was almost worth it just to see Sekai’s feathers so ruffled.

He hadn’t become the head interrogator within Soul Society for nothing. Even without Kaido he could read every movement of their lips, every line of muscle that controlled their posture and even their accelerated heart rates betrayed by the pulse in their neck. And so even drunk, he knew. He knew when he was being singled out, knew why Sekai couldn’t bring herself to look him in the eye or whisper her request for all to hear.

Oh, that fucking bitch.

And then their new friend was disappearing with an ass so clenched it could probably produce diamonds as radiant as his thong, slipping through the crowd and disappearing.

Yeah, bullshit.

Warm, calloused hands reached for Sekai’s own, deceptively gentle as they pried her digits away from her wildly blushing face. Reassurance etched across his features, soft and soothing, lips parted as he attempted to calm her. Close to her, he didn’t have to raise his voice too loud above the music to get his point across, and his eyes lowered to her face as he crouched slightly to reach her level.

”When I’m out of this wretched, faulty body I’m going to disrupt your norepinephrine levels so that you spiral into a horrible depression, eventually become suicidal, and kill yourself. That way you go to your grave knowing that not only did I kill you, but I made you kill you for what you’re about to do to me.”

The warm, tender smile that crossed his lips was a complete and utter lie. But that contact was broken the second strong arms around his waist pulled him backwards into an expensively clad chest, breath humid against his neck as Haku pried him away from her. His foot sought out the other’s and dug down with a vengeance, smile becoming strained and carved as he caused Haku as much pain as he could muster without causing a scene. Of course he would make this look as gay as possible and open them up to humiliation. He had nothing to lose.

Reaction times slowed, and it took Hi-to a moment too late to realise why Haku was freezing, and why Sekai was running for the hills without looking back. It wasn’t the pain in his foot, Hi-to realised belatedly, but something that was anything but a good sign. Haku didn’t lose his grip in these situations for even and moment, and that meant something bad. It wasn’t a good sign.

He twitched involuntarily as the gravity of the situation hit him with all the finesse of a landslide.

“Now then, let me see that charisma of yours.” Haku regained his composure fluidly, settling back into that comfortable lewdness he was so infamous for among their peers. Long, talon like nails were beckoning them forward, each flick of her fingers filled with dirty promise and even dirtier tactics.

That bitch had made her bed and couldn’t even lay in it. And she’d run away knowing that he couldn’t follow her reiatsu like this, like some kind of cockroach under a rock while he was handicapped and blind. Blinded by the falsely padded bosom of the resident Okama as he was nudged forward, those acrylic talons raking across his scalp as she put on a show for the whole damn club to see. Wherever she was hiding, he just knew Sekai would be behind a corner with a mirror, taking it all in like the vindictive whore she was proving herself to be.

Haku himself was beaming, appearing a hundred years younger as his eyes sparkled like blue gemstones, not unlike how his own did whilst under Hyperion’s influence. “It’s also our anniversary. We met on our birthdays, where we had our parties in the same club.” For effect a kiss was pressed to his ‘lover’s jawline, puckered and slipping into a wide smile as he felt the grinding of molars under caramel skin.

“I just want to share with everyone else what I’m so lucky to have.”

The meaning was clear, the hidden desire there blatantly obvious and amplified with the liquid courage they’d been drinking all night. Those same eyes were now drinking in the sight of the same glittering banana hammock from earlier (when the hell had he gotten on stage?), hormones so potent Hi-to could almost smell them.

Oh no. Oh hell no.

“Toto here used to be a professional street dancer.” Haku beamed like a child in a candy shop, hands smoothing out in a haphazard attempt to tame the man in question’s runaway hair.

Never before had Hi-to been so thankful that his façade of relative calm was bred from muscle memory. It had been so many decades ago now since he’d done that undercover operation, fitting the profile of a wanted dancer in order to get to a high class spiritually aware human. He’d been producing drugs that were capable of severely disabling their reiatsu output, and he’d regretted telling Haku about his temporary cover ever since.

Fine. Just…fine. He could play the game, would win it too if that was what it took.

“Of course. But I want to dance for my friend; she’s ah…exploring this new side of herself.” Hi-to hummed, nails pressing a little too hard as he held Haku’s elbow. Right into the humorous, and his smile lengthened to show white teeth as the limb twitched under his grip. ”She’s the one with the beautiful white hair.”

Get your ass back here you cunt and face me. I know you’re there somewhere.

Little minx indeed.

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1307 words: 26 GP
Total GP: 287 GP