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Chapter List
- 1-It's My Secret to Keep
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ending
- 2
- 3
- 4
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It�s My Secret to
Keep
By
Hideki LaShae

Chapter Three � Bareru

�� I stand up
and look at my reflection in the mirror. I am such a girl! Here I stand with my
hair smoothed down, finally tamed with the help of a little water and
hairspray. My eyes outlined with eyeliner and the lids covered in shadow. My
cheeks tinted with just a touch of rouge, and my red lips slightly parted so
that I can see that I didn�t get any lipstick on my teeth. I stare at my
reflection in the mirror.
�� A
skin-tight, black tank top accentuates my small, rather frail looking chest. My
long legs, perfectly waxed to leave them smooth to the touch, encroach from
beneath the hem of my too-tight, black leather skirt. The skirt hangs off my
hips to slightly reveal my pelvic bone as well as my navel. I wear elbow high
gloves and knee-high boots with spiked heels in case I need to assault a
stalker. Both the gloves and the boots are black. So is the collar I wear, a
black dog collar around my neck with a silver bone-shaped tag dangling from it.
I just hope no one ever gets close enough to read what it says. But I know what
it says� on the front is simply �Jojo�� on the back it reads �please return to
Seto.�
�� This is my
secret. This is what I don�t want anyone to know about. This is why I hide. I
am a cross dresser, and I�m in love with Seto Kaiba. Yeah� that�s about it.
That�s my secret. One of the biggest secrets I keep, but also one of the most
important.
�� I walk
gracefully out of the dressing room and towards the stage. I spot Ani leading a
customer into the Gold Room, where all a customer�s fantasies can come true�
while they�re fucking their host senseless. I turn away. Part of me is happy
that Selene refuses to allow me to go into the Gold Room with a client. I know
I�m not ready for sex, but the added money would be nice. I approach the
curtain and listen to the last notes of the song my friend sings on stage.
�� Someone
sits down in the chair beside me, and I look to see Mako Tsunami. He�s not
called Mako here though. We call him Mak. �Hi, Mak!�
�� Hi, Jojo,�
says Mako smiling at me, �Listen, can I talk to you?�
�� I�m on in
just a couple seconds,� I say but I nod my head anyway.
�� Does Jono
ever talk about me? The reason I ask is cause I really like him, and I was
hoping to ask him out on a date,� says Mako blushing.
�� Mak, hon.
I hardly ever talk to Jono, but I do know one thing�� If only he knew that he
was talking to Jono right now. He�d freak!
�� What?�
asks Mako hopefully.
�� He�s not
gay, Mak. He teaches the gay guys because he knows how to please them, but he
isn�t gay. He wouldn�t go out with you if you asked him,� I say, �I�m sorry.�
�� Mako nods
his head grimly.
�� I�m
sorry��
�� Forget
it!� exclaims Mako standing up and hurrying away.
�� The curtain
parts, and a young man walks off the stage. He runs a hand through his
disheveled dark brown hair. He smiles at me and blushes slightly. �Hi, Jojo.�
�� Hi,
He-chan,� I say quietly, �Did you warm them up for me?�
�� We�ve got
a wild bunch in there tonight. Be careful with the group at table five.�
�� I raise an
eyebrow.
�� They�re
fucking each other right now, but they might decide to turn their attention to
you once you get out there. You�re more beautiful than those people,� says
He-chan.
�� I�ll be
careful,� I say.
�� There�s a
couple bouncers in the room if you need them,� says He-chan.
�� I smile and
walk through the curtain, flinging it to the sides as I part it. I sway my hips
seductively as I walk onto the stage. I grab the microphone off the stand and
hold it to my mouth. �Welcome to Selene�s! I hope you�re all enjoying
yourselves so far! We have quite the show for you this evening!�
�� A loud moan
interrupts my short speech, and I turn my eyes to the source.
�� At table
five, three couples sit� sort of. The only girl in the group straddles her
lover and bounces on his lap. One of the males lies on the table with his pants
around his ankles and his lover pounding into him. The last couple more or less
faces me, one man sitting on the chair and the other man sucking him off. Sex
is nothing new to Selene�s, but that doesn�t mean I enjoy watching it.
�� If they get
too rowdy, I�ll have to ask the bouncers to drag them out of the club. Those
are the type of people we really don�t want in our club. They bring people to
fuck because they can�t afford to fuck our workers, but if they come without
someone� they might try rape.
�� The music
starts and I start swinging my body, using the microphone stand to rub against
my body slightly. I sing directly into the microphone, �I hate the world today.
You�re so good to me; I know, but I can�t change. Tried to tell you but you
look at me like maybe I�m an angel underneath, innocent and sweet.�
�� I release
the microphone stand, and it clatters to the floor. My shoulders sway back and
forth as I rock my hips in short pelvic thrusts. My hand touches the center of
my chest as I continue to sing, �Yesterday I cried. Must have been relieved to
see the softer side. I can understand how you�d be so confused. I don�t envy
you. I�m a little bit of everything all rolled into one!�
�� The bouncers
head over to table five even as the man getting his cock sucked grabs hold of a
waitress and tries to force her into a kiss.
�� My music
stops with a squeal as I drop my microphone and jump out onto a tabletop. I run
across the surfaces of the tables, leaping to the next one with amazing grace
considering I�m wearing high heels, and I reach table five only to kick the man
attacking the waitress in the teeth. He releases her quite quickly, and I grab
her to pull her away to safety.
�� Nicolitta,
Nico for short, cuddles close to my chest as I hold her against the wall.
�� It�s okay,
Nico. We won�t let anyone hurt you,� I say stroking her gently.
�� The patrons
move closer to Nicolitta and I to be out of the way of the three burly bouncers
while they separate the sex-crazed group and drag them out kicking and
screaming.
�� I got so
scared when he grabbed me, Jojo,� says Nicolitta, �I don�t know what I would
have done if you hadn�t been here.�
�� The guys
would have taken care of you. You don�t have to worry about that,� I say,
�You�re safe here. Go on and take a break to compose yourself. If you don�t
think you can handle anymore tonight, then go talk to Hourglass. He�ll set you
up with something.� I sound like a drug dealer.
�� Nicolitta
hurries off.
�� I walk back
onto stage and lift my microphone. �I�m extremely sorry for this disturbance! A
round of drinks on the house!�
�� Several
people cheer.
�� I hope no
one was hurt,� I say professionally, �Once again, I am very sorry for the
disturbance.�
�� I�m just
sorry they interrupted your song!� yells an attractive man near the back of the
room.
�� If I
weren�t so used to catcalls here, I�d be blushing by now. �So, if it pleases
you, I will start my song again. Does it please you?�
�� Fuck yeah!
Fuck yeah! Fuck yeah!� chants the crowd.
�� Hell yeah!
It pleases us!� yells the same man from the back.
�� The music
starts.
�� I hate the
world today. You�re so good to me; I know, but I can�t change. Tried to tell
you but you look at me like maybe I�m an angel underneath, innocent and sweet.�
I start swinging my body, my shoulders swaying back and forth while I rock my
hips in short pelvic thrusts. �Yesterday I cried. Must have been relieved to
see the softer side. I can understand how you�d be so confused. I don�t envy
you. I�m a little bit of everything all rolled into one!�
�� The
waitress and two waiters that work this room aside from Nicolitta come in
carrying trays laden down with the free drinks I promised, and they start
moving around depositing the shots.
�� I�m a
bitch! I�m a lover!� I sing as my hand makes its way to my chest and starts
massaging my breast, �I�m a child. I�m a mother. I�m a sinner. I�m a saint!� My
hand moves down to my hips and runs across the exposed flesh. �I do not feel
ashamed. I�m your hell! I�m your dream. I�m nothing in between. You know you
wouldn�t want it any other way!�
�� The
attractive man in back catches my eyes as I look at my audience. He smiles as
he unzips his pants and pulls out his erection for me to see. He licks his
lips.
�� I know what
he wants. I lick my microphone as if I was licking his wanting member. My hand
moves to my crotch to rub myself. �So take me as I am. This may mean you�ll
have to be a stronger man. Rest assured that when I start to make you nervous
and I�m going to extremes, tomorrow I will change and today won�t mean a
thing!�
�� The man
holds my eyes as he starts to pump himself languidly. At this pace, he�ll still
be jerking off when I go on stage as Jono!
�� Goddess!
I�m getting hot! I�m getting aroused! No! Shit! Dammit! I fall to my knees and
my hand moves back to grip the hair at the base of my neck. I kneel on the
floor as if straddling an invisible lover and I rock my hips to grind into the
air. �I�m a bitch! I�m a lover! I�m a child. I�m a mother. I�m a sinner. I�m a
saint! I do not feel ashamed. I�m your hell! I�m your dream. I�m nothing in
between. You know you wouldn�t want it any other way!�
�� Nicolitta
walks out into the room carrying her tray of drinks, and my eyes dart to her,
breaking the special bond that the man in the back was forming with me.
�� Just when
you think you got me figured out, the season�s already changing. I think it�s
cool. You do what you do and don�t try to save me,� I sing, �I�m a bitch! I�m a
lover!� I start to sway my hips in a circular motion as I kneel on the floor.
�I�m a child. I�m a mother. I�m a sinner. I�m a saint!�
�� Nicolitta
smiles at me as she moves up to the man masturbating because of me.
�� I lower
myself completely to lie on the stage. �I do not feel ashamed. I�m your hell!
I�m your dream. I�m nothing in between. You know you wouldn�t want it any other
way!� I look around the room to see many people at different stages of
masturbation, some even being helped by the mouths or hands of the other people
at their table.
�� Come on,
bitch! Show us what kind of lover you are!� calls a woman at a front table.
�� I�m a
bitch! I�m a tease!� I roll onto my back and arch upwards as I sing, �I�m a
goddess on my knees. When you hurt, when you suffer, I�m your angel
undercover.� I thrust my hips up into the air. I�m getting desperate for some
action. I need a cold shower! �I�ve been numb. I�m revived. Can�t say I�m not
alive? You know I wouldn�t want it any other way!�
�� Jojo!
Jojo! Jojo!� chants the audience.
�� I slowly,
seductively push myself up to my feet and drag the microphone stand up with me.
I replace the microphone and look out to find Nicolitta heading back to get
more drinks from the bar. I bow down low, knowing that people can look down my
tank top as I do so and not caring one bit. I think I catch a glimpse of a
video camera from the corner, and my eyes widen. Then I turn and head through
the curtain, blowing a kiss to the crowd before I disappear behind the fabric.
�� I saw the
trouble you had. Are you okay, Jojo?� asks Mako.
�� Just fine,
Mak! Keep an eye on Nico though, will you?� I ask, �She got spooked when the
guy grabbed her.�
�� Will do,�
says Mako.
�� I�m done
for the night, so I�m going to head home and crash for awhile,� I say.
�� Why do you
only come in for one set?� asks Mako, �Seems like a waste of cab fare here.�
�� I shrug my
shoulders. �I don�t need money. I�ve got a solid career going. I just love to
do this, so here I am!�
�� Mako nods
before heading out onto the stage.
�� I head back
to my dressing room and quickly shed my clothes. I wash off the make-up and
pull on my other set of clothes. I love black leather pants! But this ensemble
would look absolutely best on me without the silver shirt and having the trench
coat buttoned up just enough to hide my non-existent breasts and wearing my
leather skirt instead of the pants. But I�m Jono now and not Jojo I pull on my
boots before I grab my hairbrush to mess up my hair. I run my fingers through
it repeatedly to get it looking as wild as possible, and I look in the mirror.
�Perfect, Jono!�
�� Hey, you
got two seconds to get on stage, Jono!� exclaims Mako pounding on my door.
�� I pull my
door open roughly and rush past Mako. �Sorry, Mak! I just wanted to look
perfect when I go out on stage! Jojo said Nico�s working tonight!�
�� Can I talk
to you after your performance?� asks Mako as I try to run to the stage.
�� I stop and
look over my shoulder. I smile at Mako. �Sure, dude! After the stage, I have a
couple of minutes before my first lesson! We can talk then! I gotta get to the
stage though! See you!�
�� Mako nods
as I run off to the stage and jog through the curtain.
�� Hey,
everybody! Are you having fun tonight?� I exclaim as I approach the microphone
stand. I look to the corner where I thought I had seen the video camera, but
there�s no one there now. I turn my eyes once again to the attractive man in
the back that still sits there slowly stroking himself. He�s going to come for
me. I�ll make sure of it!
�� Jono! Sing
for us, Jono!� exclaims a lovely woman who I recognize as being one of the
regulars of the club. She�s in here almost every night.
�� I take a
deep breath as the music to my song starts up, and I begin to sing as I move my
body seductively.

�� *�� *�� *

�� I walk off
the stage and right into Mako�s arms.
�� Hey,
Jono,� says Mako as he caresses my cheek with one hand. He places the other
firmly on my lower back.
�� Hi, Mak.
What�s up?� I ask. As if I don�t know. He�s going to ask me out or some shit
like that!
�� Um� Jono�
I was wondering if you were busy tomorrow. Maybe we could go to a movie and get
some dinner before work,� says Mako.
�� Mak��
Goddess! I�m blushing again. Why are all the gay guys attracted to me? �Are you
asking me to go on a date with you?�
�� Mako
blushes and smiles. He nods his head quickly. �Of course I am! So, would you
like to?�
�� Mako� you
are a great person, and I really like you as a friend. But I�m not gay. I won�t
lead you on. I�m not gay, and we can�t do that. We can be friends. That�s all
we can be,� I say, �I�m sorry. I have someone waiting for me in the Copper
Room.� I start to walk away, but I still hear Mako whisper, �You have someone
waiting for you right here too.�
�� I slip into
the room with my head bowed. I walk forward towards the sole occupant. �So I
hear you need private lessons? What subject are you failing?�
�� Sex education
actually,� says the man.
�� I look up
through my hair at him. I�m shocked, but I know my body doesn�t betray me. It�s
the man from the back of the main room� the attractive one on whom I set my
eyes to please specifically.
�� The art of
the senses to be more precise��
�� Sensuality,
I see,� I say walking towards him, �Is this your first extra lesson?�
�� Yes. I�ve
been to the club many times, but I�ve never requested a lesson before,� says
the man.
�� Just
relax. This won�t hurt a bit. My name is Jono.�
�� My name��
�� I will
call you Shukun,� I say interrupting him.
�� Fine by
me,� he says.
�� Sit down,
Shukun,� I say, �and tell me� which sense would you like to begin with? Under
normal circumstances, I would give five lessons� sight, sound, touch, taste,
smell.�
�� Shukun sits
down in the chair. �Five lessons with someone as gorgeous as you? I don�t think
that would be enough!�
�� Shukun�
answer��
�� You
decide��
�� I nod. �How
about the sense of smell?�
�� Shukun
smiles. �Yes.�
�� Do you
have allergies, Shukun?�
�� No, I
don�t��
�� I move over
to the wall where a chest of drawers sits, and I pull open the bottom drawer. I
withdraw a few items. �In order for you to learn with one sense, we must
eliminate the other senses. Relax and let me work.�
�� Do your
worst, Jono,� says Shukun.
�� I intend
to do my best,� I say before putting a blindfold over Shukun�s eyes. I take the
rope I had grabbed from the chest and tie Shukun�s hands behind his back. �Now�
I am going to eliminate your senses of sound and taste now. You will not be able
to speak to me nor will you be able to hear me. If it ever gets to be too much
for you, just shake your head three times. Then I will release you. Do you
understand what I am saying to you?�
�� I
understand. Shake my head three times when I�ve had enough,� says Shukun,
�Let�s do this, Jono.�
�� I place a
pair of headphones over Shukun�s ears to shut out all sound. Then I place a
bandanna over Shukun�s mouth to gag him to silence and force him to taste only
the cloth within his mouth. I walk back over to the dresser and pull out
several different scented items. I move back to Shukun�s side.
�� Frankincense
to purify and consecrate.� I pass a stick of incense beneath Shukun�s nose.
�� Shukun
inhales deeply and snorts because of the robust scent.
�� I place the
frankincense into an incense burner and light it aflame. I blow the fire out so
that the incense smolders and the line of smoke swirls around me. This burner
rests on Shukun�s left, not so far away that he won�t be able to spell it
often. I lift another stick of incense and move it beneath Shukun�s nose.
�� Shukun
sniffs more tentatively this time.
�� Clove for
purification and to promote love.� I place this stick of incense into a burner
on Shukun�s right and light it to smolder away.
�� Shukun
moves slightly.
�� I lift a
plastic flower and brush the petals against Shukun�s lips. �Gardenia, a scent
of love.�
�� Shukun
inhales quickly.
�� I have
barely just begun. If you�re that desensitized to scent, then you may need a
lot more than one lesson,� I say although Shukun can�t hear me. I just don�t
like the silence, so I talk to myself. I lift a dried leaf as I lower the fake
flower and I place it beneath Shukun�s nose, tickling his nostrils until he
inhales the lemon scent.
�� Shukun
chuckles behind his gag.
�� Oh� you
think lemon verbena is funny? It helps promote love, but maybe you don�t want
love. Maybe it�s just sex you want,� I say lowering the leaf. I lift a bottle
of oil. �Sandalwood. Not your typical aphrodisiac.�
�� Shukun
inhales the oil as I pass it underneath his nose, and he turns his head away.
�� Don�t
worry� the punishment�s over now,� I say. I close the bottle of sandalwood oil
and lift a bottle of simple vanilla extract. I uncap the bottle and hold it out
in front of Shukun. �Good for fooling the senses. Great for making cookies! I
love vanilla!�
�� Shukun
sniffs tentatively as he turns his head back towards me. He takes a long breath
of the vanilla scent. He moans.
�� I put the
vanilla extract away and lift a stick of incense. I wave it slowly beneath
Shukun�s nose. �Jasmine. I like this one.�
�� Shukun
breathes in the floral scent and cringes his nose.
�� But you
don�t.� I put the jasmine incense away and lift a silk rose. I brush the petals
against Shukun�s nose and he inhales deeply. I can see the effect this aphrodisiac
has on him.
�� Shukun�s
body awakens as evidence by the arousal now straining against his pants.
�� I place the
rose on Shukun�s chest so he can continue to be aroused by the scent. I move
away from him and lift a bottle of musk cologne. I�m not particularly fond of
it, but everyone I use it with seems to be affected by it. I open the bottle
and splash some of it on my neck and chest. I close the bottle and move back
towards Shukun.
�� Shukun
takes a deep breath as I lift the rose past his nose once more before
discarding it.
�� I move
close to Shukun, almost touching my chest against his so that he can smell me.
I place my knee in a precarious position so that if Shukun moves at all he�ll
rub his erection against it. I blow a breath of air on his neck just to make
him squirm.
�� Shukun
shifts his position and rubs himself against my knee. He stills for a moment,
so I press my knee further into him. He cocks his head towards me, towards
where he knows my face must be due to the strong scent emerging from me.
�� I chuckle
quietly to myself.
�� Shukun�s
confused. He doesn�t understand that I never let someone leave until they�ve
gotten off on me. They come for a lesson in sensuality or seduction. They get
it, but they get their immediate pleasure too.
�� I rub my
knee against the bulge in Shukun�s pants.
�� Shukun
moans. He starts to grind against my knee, and I still my own movements.
�� I reach
over to my stash of items and grab a ginger root. It took working at Selene�s
for me to learn all about aphrodisiacs. I never new ginger was one of them. I
lean back as I hold the ginger in front of Shukun. Now my scent won�t overpower
the scent of the ginger.
�� Shukun
hardens even more for my efforts. He feels just like a rock. He starts
thrusting even harder into me.
�� I discard
the ginger root and lift one of the last two items I have out already. If these
two don�t do it for him, then I�ll have to grab more scents. I uncap the
patchouli oil and waft the scent under Shukun�s nose.
�� Shukun
sneezes as I move the scent away.
�� I move
closer to Shukun and rub up against his chest once before pushing away
completely.
�� Shukun
groans for the loss of me.
�� I unbutton
Shukun�s pants and lower the zipper to reveal his erection. I grab my last
item, a bottle of oddly colored liquid. I open the bottle and pour the liquid
upon the erection.
�� Shukun
thrusts up into the small stream of liquid. He shakes his head repeatedly.
Once. Twice. Thrice. He�s had enough.
�� I put the
bottle away and move up behind Shukun as he thrashes about in desperate need
for release in more ways than one. I pull off the headphones first. As I remove
the gag, I ask him, �Have you had enough, Shukun?�
�� Yes! Yes!
Enough!� exclaims Shukun.
�� I pull off
the blindfold, but I don�t untie him just yet. I move around to stand in front
of Shukun.
�� Shukun
blinks and looks at me. He licks his lips. �Please, Jono��
�� I nod and
step forward.
�� Shukun
closes his eyes as the mixtures of the two incenses, the musk I wear, and the
last scent that I had placed upon him swirl around in the air and both our
nostrils. �What is� what?�
�� I smirk as
I grab his erection and begin to stroke it for him since his hands are still
bound. �Dragon�s Blood,� I say, �This is Dragon�s Blood. It has many uses, many
indeed. It symbolizes love� An aphrodisiac� a potent aphrodisiac that aids to
sexual potency.�
�� Shukun
screams my name as his body releases its pent up sexual frustration into the
air around us.
�� I step
behind Shukun and untie his hands. Then I bow to him. �Have you learned from
your lesson, Shukun?�
�� Yes, Jono,�
says Shukun smiling, �I�ve learned a lot, but I know there is still much you
could teach me. I hope I can call on you again?�
�� I�m sure
that could probably be arranged,� I say, �Now if it pleases you, I am due back
on stage in just a few moments.�
�� Shukun
stands up shakily and fixes his clothes again.
�� I lead
Shukun back out to the bar where I leave him to go about my own business. I
walk to the stage area and see Ani just finishing up with one of her clients.
She comes up to me as a bouncer shows the man to the door. �Hey, Jono! How�s
the night going for you?�
�� I pull up
two chairs and sit down. �Pretty good, I guess.�
�� Ani sniffs
the air. She sits down beside me. �Musk and Dragon�s Blood? I�d say you were
doing okay with your client. How�d he take it?�
�� He was a
virgin.� I shrug.
�� Bummer.�
�� Your
client?�
�� Oh, that
was a regular!� exclaims Ani, �Every Sunday night!�
�� Oh� I�m
not normally here,� I say, �So I guess I wouldn�t know. Selene has someone
special for me tonight.�
�� Yeah.
You�ll knock him dead, I�m sure, Jono,� says Ani smiling.
�� I smile.
�That�s the plan!�
�� Ani looks
towards the curtain. �You on stage again tonight? I thought you�ve already
been?�
�� I have
been, but I got some time in between clients,� I say, �So I might as well go on
again. I like being out there� me and Jojo both. We love to sing.�
�� I know.
I�ve watched you both do it,� says Ani sadly, �but there�s something about the
songs you sing� You seem so heartbroken when you�re out there on stage. Why is
that?�
�� Just a
trauma from the past. Nothing that you could help me with,� I say with a sigh,
�Not like I want the help anyway.�
�� Ani pats my
knee gently. �If you should need me, Jono� if you need me��
�� I know.
Thanks, Ani!�
�� A girl
walks off the stage. She looks at me and sighs. �They need your special touch,
Jono! Sorry, I tried to please, but I�m no good on stage!�
�� If you�re
gonna keep your job here, newbie, you�re gonna have to learn to work the
audience!� I exclaim standing up. I wink at Ani. �Catch you later, sweetness!�
�� I�ll try
to do better next time, Jono,� says the girl before jogging out of sight
quickly.
�� I�ve got
to get in there before they revolt, Ani!� I exclaim.
�� Go, Jono!
Go!� exclaims Ani.
�� I fling the
curtain aside as I strut out onto the stage. �Hey, everybody! Are we having
fun?�

�� Several heads turn towards me,
but no one really looks all that enthused to see me. That can�t be right. That
new girl may not be working here long if this is the reaction of her audience.
�� I glance
over at the bouncers guarding the doors and I nod to them to tell them what I�m
going to do. Then I move to the side of the stage to grab a headset microphone
and whisper my song change to the crewmember that provides the background
music. I swing my hips as I pull the headset on and strut back out into full
view of the audience. �Oh, come on! Don�t I get a better reaction than that? I
could just go home!�
�� No!� calls
someone.
�� The
audience starts to applaud quietly.
�� The music
starts, and I start to sway my hips. I sing, �Anytime I need to see your face,
I just close my eyes, and I am taken to a place where your crystal mind and
magenta feelings take up shelter in the base of my spine, sweet like a
chic-a-cherry cola!�
�� One of the
bouncers, Tony or Ricco� I still can�t tell those twins apart, comes up to the
side of the stage and helps me down onto the floor.
�� I don�t
need to try and explain; I just hold on tight, and if it happens again, I might
move so slightly to the arms and the lips and the face of the human
cannonball,� I sing as I start to move around the room brushing up against the
people as I work my body to a seducing rhythm, �That I need to, I want to!�
�� A young man
catches my attention, and I walk up to his table to sit down on the surface in
front of him.
�� Come stand
a little bit closer, breathe in and get a bit higher. You�ll never know what
hit you when I get to you!� I rub against him slightly as I continue to sing,
�Ooh, I want you! I don�t know if I need you, but, ooh, I�d die to find out.
Ooh, I want you! I don�t know if I need you, but, ooh, I�d die to find out!�
�� A woman not
too far away stands up to start dancing.
�� I hop off
the man�s table and move to the woman to dance with her as I sing, �I�m the
kind of person who endorses a deep commitment. Getting comfy getting perfect is
what I live for, but a look, then a smell of perfume. It�s like I�m down on the
floor, and I don�t know what I�m in for!�
�� The
bouncer, I think it might actually be Tony, follows me around as I sing and
work the audience.
�� Conversation
has a time and place in the interaction of a lover and a mate, but the time of
talking, using symbols, using words, can be likened to a deep sea diver who is
swimming with a raincoat,� I sing as I move over to a table where Tony helps me
up to sing and dance on it�s hard wood surface, �Come stand a little bit
closer, breathe in and get a bit higher. You�ll never know what hit you when I
get to you!�
�� All eyes
are on me as I swing my hips and shake my ass for all I�m worth.
�� Ooh, I
want you! I don�t know if I need you, but, ooh, I�d die to find out. Ooh, I
want you! I don�t know if I need you, but, ooh, I�d die to find out!� This is
why I live� to sing like this, to have people cherish my voice as much as they
need my body. They�re watching me because of my enticing dance, but they listen
to me because I sing. �Anytime I need to see your face, I just close my eyes,
and I am taken to a place where your crystal mind and magenta feelings take up
shelter in the base of my spine, sweet like a chic-a-cherry cola.�
�� Tony smiles
at me as I move up to him and step up onto his shoulders. He carries me back up
towards the stage.
�� I hold my
arms out like I�m flying. This is freedom. I close my eyes as I sing, �I don�t
need to try and explain; I just hold on tight and if it happens again, I move
so slightly to the arms and the lips and the face of the human cannonball.�
�� Tony steps
up beside the stage.
�� That I
need to, I want to.� I jump down into his arms before Tony places me onto the
stage. I kneel on the stage and thrust my hips forward while I sing and Tony
returns to his post by the door. �Ooh, I want you! I don�t know if I need you,
but, ooh, I�d die to find out. Ooh, I want you! I don�t know if I need you,
but, ooh, I�d die to find out!�
�� The
audience is feeling much better now, dancing and drooling over me.
�� So can we
find out?� I sing the last words and stand as the last notes fade. I bow before
I walk off stage. I drop off the headset and head off to go visit my next
client.

�� *�� *�� *

�� I climb
from my bath and dry myself before slipping my pajamas on. I head into my
bedroom and fall onto my bed. I don�t have much time to sleep before school
starts, but I�ll get as much sleep as I can. I double-check that my alarm clock
is set to wake me up at the proper time before I allow sleep to claim me.
�� Where the
fuck were you last night, you little shit?�
�� The words
jerk me awake, and I bolt to my feet defensively. Big mistake. I don�t even see
the punch coming before it hits me square in the jaw, and I fall back onto the
bed. �Dad?�
�� Don�t you
�dad� me! Where the fuck were you?� spits out my dad as he grabs my shirt and
pulls me up. He slams his fist into my stomach when I don�t answer quick
enough.
�� I�ve got to
think fast! If he knows I work for Selene, I�ll never save another cent. �I was
out looking for you! The cops showed up and said something about you being
drunk and disorderly at the bar, but when I got there to take you home, you
weren�t there! So I walked around trying to find you!�
�� Stupid
little shit!� exclaims my dad slamming me into the wall, �If you were any
dumber, I�d put you in the dog pound!�
�� I glare at
him. Then I do the only thing I can in this position. I kick him, hard, in the
stomach.
�� My dad
doubles over and releases me.
�� I try to
run away, but he grabs my leg and pulls me down to the floor. �Let me go! I�ve
got to go to school! Let me go, dammit!�
�� Fuck off!�
exclaims my dad back handing me hard in the right eye, �Let that be a lesson to
you not to fuck around lying to me, you little shit!�
�� I somehow
manage to kick him again, and I scramble to my feet and out the door. I run out
of the house and halfway down the block towards school when I�m stopped by the
realization. �I�m still in my pajamas! Oh, shit!�
�� I take a
deep breath as I steel myself for my only option. I turn around and head back
home. I don�t go in the front door though. I head around back until I can look
in my bedroom window. Good. Dad�s gone. I climb through the window and quickly
lock my bedroom door. I put a chair in front of it for added protection. Then I
grab my school uniform and quickly put it on. I pull out a compact that I keep
at home for just these emergencies, and I look in the tiny mirror. �Shit. Not
even all of Jojo�s makeup could cover these bruises. Luckily I heal quickly,
but not quickly enough for the guys at school not to notice.�
�� I sigh as I
tuck the compact into my pocket and climb out the window again. I head back
towards the school, with the intention of applying the pressed powder before I
get to the Kame Game Shop to pick up Yugi. I carefully walk down the street as
I rub the powder into my tender skin. I smile as I approach the game shop where
Yugi stands waiting for me. I quickly tuck the compact away. �Hey, Yugi!�
�� Hi, Joey!�
�� I jog up to
Yugi only to watch his smile fade from his face the closer I get to him.
�� Oh, Ra!
Joey! What happened to your face?� asks Yugi, �It looks like you got into a
terrible fight!�
�� Dammit. I
thought I covered up the worst of it! �I did get into a fight,� I say meekly,
�I�m sorry, Yugi. I know I promised to stop fighting, but I couldn�t avoid this
fight. I�m sorry. I�ll try better in the future.�
�� Yugi bites
his lower lip. He looks so cute when he does that. �Maybe we should get some
ice��
�� It�s okay,
really, Yugi,� I say, �Let�s just go to school and do some learning!� I yawn
and cover it with my hand.
�� Are you
getting enough sleep, Joey?� asks Yugi as we start to walk towards the school,
�You seem to be tired all the time now.�
�� I�ve just
been distracted lately,� I say, �I�m sleeping, but it just never seems to be
enough. I go to sleep for hours, but I still wake up so tired. Maybe I need to
get me a new mattress.�
�� Yugi
smiles. �Then you�d better do that!�
�� I smile
back at Yugi. �I�ll try to. You know that money can be tight at my place, but
I�ll be gone to a better house in about a month. Maybe they have better
mattresses there already!�
�� That would
be great!� Yugi stops to look at me for a moment. �He did it, didn�t he? When?
Why?�
�� Yes, Yugi.
It was him again. Does it really look that back?� I ask as I pull the compact
out to look in the mirror again.
�� Where�d
you get that?� giggles Yugi.
�� Great. Now
I�m blushing. I can see the redness in my face to go along with the blue and
yellow of the bruises. I chuckle lightly. �I stole it from Tea! Don�t tell
her!�
�� I won�t,
Joey! She wouldn�t like it!� exclaims Yugi, �Please don�t do it again!�
�� I won�t
steal another one from her. I hope this one is enough to get me by until I move
out.�
�� I�ll help
you move your stuff if you need me to,� says Yugi.
�� That would
be great,� I say wrapping my arm around Yugi�s shoulders, �but you know� I�m
not letting you get anywhere near him. I can handle all the shit he pulls, but
I won�t put anyone else in that position.�
�� I know,�
says Yugi.
�� We walk in
silence for a few moments before we reach the school.
�� Joey!
Yugi!�
�� We turn to
look at the rest of our little group of friends as they rush up.
�� How is
your sister doing, Joey?� asks Duke smiling at me.
�� My eyes
widen. �Shit! I was gonna call her last night!�
�� Man, how
could you forget something like that?� asks Tristan frowning at me.
�� I got
distracted,� I say.
�� By your
father?� asks Bakura quietly.
�� Everyone
looks at me expectantly.
�� I swallow
hard. �By Kaiba actually� He was telling me about the tournament when he gave
me the invitation. We lost track of time.�
�� You were
hanging out with Kaiba?� asks Tea with wide eyes. She feels my forehead. �You
must have a fever!�
�� What? Is
my little puppy sick?� asks Kaiba stepping up to our group.
�� I pull away
from Tea. �Back off me! I�m fine! And I�m not a dog, Kaiba!�
�� Kaiba grabs
my chin and turns my head so he can see my face. He reaches up with his other
hand and wipes away the powder covering the bruise on my jaw. He glares at the
discoloration. �What happened?�
�� What does
it matter to you?� I snap.
�� Kaiba�s
eyes meet mine, and my breath catches in my throat. He�s giving me that look
again, that look like� like I�m the only person in his world. His hands gently
caress my face as he stares at me. �It matters to me. I�m responsible for the
welfare of my puppy. All you have to do is tell me who did this to you, and
I�ll have that person arrested for cruelty to animals.�
�� I�m not an
animal!� I step closer to Kaiba and growl at him.
�� Yes, you are,
puppy,� says Kaiba before turning and walking away.
�� I inhale
sharply and mouth out the word, Kaiba. That�s when I notice everyone smirking
at me. �What?�
�� You�re in
love with Kaiba!� exclaims Tea.
�� You�re
insane!� I turn and start towards the school building.
�� You can
try to deny it all you want, Joey,� says Bakura hurrying to walk beside me,
�but there�s no denying that look in your eyes when you and Kaiba have your
staring matches. There�s too much fire and passion within your eyes.�
�� You need
him, Joey,� says Yugi running up beside me.
�� I stop
walking. �I need him? For what? To protect me from my father? I can take care
of myself, and I�ll be out of there in a few weeks anyway!�
�� You need
his love,� says Yugi.
�� Love?
Love?� I clench my fists tightly. �I am not gay, Yugi! And I do not need the
love of some gay guy!�
�� Yugi sighs
and shakes his head. �But you love him.�
�� I run my
hand through my messy blonde locks. �That doesn�t mean a thing.�
�� Hey, Joey�
do you love Kaiba?� asks Tristan grabbing my arm and spinning me to look
into his hazel eyes.
�� Always,� I
whisper just loud enough for my entire group of friends to hear, �but no matter
how much I love him, that does not change the facts. He�s gay. I�m not. I can�t
explain why or how I love him, but I�ll never stop.� I pull my arm away from
Tristan, and I turn to head slowly towards class.
�� We have
got to set him up with Kaiba,� whispers Tea.
�� I don�t
think he�ll go for it,� whispers Duke, �but if you come up with a plan, I�ll
help!�
�� I hear them
whispering behind me, but I ignore them. They�re trying to be discreet so that
I don�t hear. I know that, but they don�t know how good my hearing actually is.
They mean well, but they don�t know� they don�t understand� and how can they?
I�ve been lying to them since day one!
�� Hey,
Joey?� asks Yugi.
�� I blink.
�Yeah, Yug�?�
�� What do
you want?�
�� I want�� I
want Jono and Jojo to be separate but united! �I want life to be like it was
when I was younger. Everything was so simple then. I knew who I was and where
my loyalties lie. Sometimes now, I�m not so sure. I�m always loyal to you,
Yugi, but sometimes I wonder� should I be cheering for you or Kaiba?�
�� Can�t you
cheer for us both?� asks Yugi.
�� Not
according to Kaiba,� I say. I sigh before walking into the classroom with a
smile on my face.
�� Kaiba looks
at me as I enter, and I glance in his direction.
�� I don�t
realize that I�ve stopped breathing until Yugi taps me gently on the arm, and I
gasp for air. I move to my seat quickly and sit down.
�� Kaiba flips
a piece of paper onto my desk.
�� I stare at
the paper for a long moment before grabbing it and opening it. I read it to
myself, �What happened?�
�� I scribble
back, �Why do you care?�
�� The teacher
enters the classroom as I flip the paper back onto Kaiba�s desk.
�� I only wait
a moment before the paper falls onto my book again. I look at the words written
down in the now not-so-perfect handwriting. �I � do. Please, tell me what
happened.�
�� Will
you be at the mansion tonight for dinner?� I write in my messy handwriting,
�I suppose if you insist on knowing, then�� I flip the paper back
towards Kaiba, and I smile when it hits him in the forehead. I see him read my
words, and he nods to me. Great. Now I have to tell him something tonight, but
what? What do I tell him? Do I tell him the truth? That my father abuses me�
that my father even� NO! I cannot tell him the truth! I can�t tell anyone the
truth!
�� Joey
Wheeler! Can�t you pay attention for two minutes?� exclaims the teacher.
�� No. I have
A.D.D.� Another lie� who cares?
�� A.D.D.?�
�� Attention
Deficit Disorder,� I say, �I can�t concentrate on anything for long.�
�� Really?
Don�t you have pills for that?� asks the teacher.
�� I blink at
her in confusion. �Huh? Pills for what?�
�� The teacher
sighs. �Whatever, Joey.�
�� I shake my
head and stare at my paper. I lift my pencil and begin to doodle on my
notebook. I stop after several minutes noticing how my sketch looks remarkably
like a pair of cerulean blue eyes, a pair of eyes that have been haunting both
my waking and sleeping hours.
�� A ball of
paper flies through the air of the classroom and lands on my desk.
�� I grab the
paper and unroll it to read the message. �A.D.D.? How�d you know what that
means?�
�� Joey
Wheeler! Will you quit passing notes?� asks the teacher.
�� I stand up
abruptly. I look the teacher directly in her pale green eyes. Those eyes are
freaky! �I don�t think you really need me here, so I might as well leave.�
�� You are
not leaving!� The teacher shakes her head. �Why do I even bother with you?�
�� That�s the
problem,� I say grabbing my bag and my books, �You give up too easily.� I yawn.
�If I gave up that easy, I�d be in a cemetery somewhere. You know� why should
people like me even try when no one believes that we can be anything? It�s so
much easier just to prove them right.�
�� Joey?�
asks the teacher as I walk up the aisle and push past her.
�� What?� I
stop at the door, but I don�t turn around.
�� I know
that you could be anything you want to be. You�re stubborn enough to do
anything,� says the teacher, �I just want you to try.�
�� I know,
teach. That�s why I don�t.� I walk out the door as the teacher sighs again. I
head out of the school, and I hurry away. The thought of going home to get some
sleep crosses my mind, so I hurry to the Inner City and make my way towards
Selene�s. I don�t see any of my normal friends, but at this time of day, I
don�t really expect to. I go to the back door and knock.
�� The panel
opens, and a pair of green eyes stares at me.
�� Is that
you, Timeclock?� I ask before yawning loudly.
�� The door
opens, and a red haired man stares at me. �Jono? What the hell are you doing
here?�
�� Sorry for
coming in so early, but I need a place to crash. My old man woke me up this
morning just after I had gotten to sleep. I�m so tired, and I need a place to
sleep,� I say giving him my best puppy-dog eyes.
�� You should
be in school, Jono,� says Timeclock looking over me to see the bruises on my
face, �Get your ass in here! Go sleep in your room! You aren�t on drugs or
anything are you?�
�� I shake my
head quickly as I enter the club. �You know I�m not. I wouldn�t touch that shit
if it was dipped in gold!�
�� Timeclock
closes the door. �Go into your room and sleep. Do you want a wake-up call?�
�� I have a
dinner appointment at seven,� I say, �Some guy who�s trying to help me find
furniture for that new apartment I told you about last time we talked.�
�� When are
you moving?� asks Timeclock.
�� A few
weeks. Then I sign the paperwork and pass off the check for most of my previous
paychecks, and the apartment is mine. Well, mine and my sister Siren�s.� I
smile at Timeclock before I walk away to my changing room and lie down on my
bed. I fall asleep almost immediately.

�� *�� *�� *

�� Wake up,
Jono,� says Timeclock shaking me awake.
�� I open my
eyes. �What time is it?�
�� Six in the
evening. You said you had a dinner appointment,� says Timeclock.

�� Dammit!� I exclaim sitting up
and standing quickly. I run my hands through my hair to mess it up more than
normal. I smile at Timeclock. �Thanks for the help today, Timeclock! I feel so
much better now! I really needed this sleep!�
�� Timeclock
smiles at me. �I�m done now, so you�ll have to go by Hourglass to get out! I
told him your father had attacked you and you came here to recuperate.�
�� You are
the best,� I say. �Catch you later, right?�
�� You got
it!� Timeclock heads out of my dressing room.
�� I
straighten my clothes and undo my uniform shirt just a little before leaving my
dressing room and walking up to Hourglass. �Hey, buddy!�
�� Will you
be coming back tonight?� Hourglass touches my bruised eye.
�� I nod.
�I�ll borrow some of Jojo�s makeup to cover it up. She�s already given me
permission.�
�� You�re
lucky that you and your twin have the same skin complexion!� exclaims
Hourglass, �Now get out of here so you can come back and work it!�
�� I chuckle
as Hourglass opens the door for me, and I head out into the night. I hurry
towards Kaiba�s mansion.

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I Want You � Savage Garden

Bitch �
Meredith Brooks

Bareru � to leak out a secret; to be exposed
Shukun � lord; master
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