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From:

brumeier

Any, Any, Saturday Night's Alright for Fighting (Elton John)

From:

linky

Kitaoka wiped the blood off his lip, still feeling the sting of Asakura's punch. But he was still unable to not make a snide remark towards him. "You've wanted to fight me so bad, is that the best you've got?" Provoking Asakura was an admittedly unwise move, but he knew an easy way to sneak out of this alley. Plus Goro-chan would be here to assist him soon enough.

Asakura gave him a twisted grin, viciously gripping the collar of his suit and slamming him into the nearby wall. "You're pissing me off. Do you really have that much of a death-wish?" Blood pounded in his ears as the thrill of the fight overtook him, cornering Kitaoka against the wall. Getting in close. Very close. "I could easily kill you right now."

"And yet you don't." Kitaoka spoke with an air of confidence that could only be sourced from knowing help was on the way, and he had an escape route. Asakura was a tough opponent. And he knew just how much he'd been longing to fight him ever since he was his lawyer for that case.

To achieve his goal to live forever, he had to survive... But he couldn't help but have a little fun every now and again. Indulging in his human desires and all of that.

He could see Asakura clearly wanted to do the same. It wasn't that hard to notice once you really took a moment to look. How fighting got him... Excited.

"Hmph." Asakura then laughed wildly, his crazed laughter echoing throughout the alleyway. Shoving his face right into Kitaoka's. Their faces were barely inches apart, "I guess I could change that if you want to die that badly." Kitaoka could feel Asakura's breath hit his skin as he spoke.

"But do you? Or do you actually want to draw things out?" The remarks kept coming out. But speaking like that was as natural to Kitaoka as navigating his way towards victory in his court cases.

That, and to help buy time for Goro-chan. Who was almost here to help him get out of this.

Asakura's heart raced. Countless thoughts running through his mind as his body heated up at the thought of prolonging Kitaoka's suffering, before finally taking him down. Leaning close to his ear, "You're pissing me off with that mouth of yours." He spoke with a low, dark tone. "I guess I will then." Picking up a nearby pipe with his free arm.

A wry smile crept across Kitaoka's face. "Oh goodie. I was wondering when the party would start."

Another roaring and wild laugh from Asakura bounced off the brick walls, filling the air. "Oh don't worry. The fun has only just begun."

From:

brumeier

The enemies to lovers vibe is so strong here! LOL! Love the smack talk, and the close talking, and the hint at something more waiting just around the corner. Thank you for the fun fill!

From:

linky

Thank you so much for such kind and thoughtful words! <3 I had a ton of fun writing it. I'm glad you enjoyed it, thank you again! :D

From:

nagi_schwarz

“Aren’t clubs really busy on a Saturday night?” Minhyuk followed Sua and Bin through the streets of Itaewon toward the club where MJ had been last spotted in the vicinity of the ill-named Miss Ruby Bloodqueen — or at least some of her human subjugates, who wouldn’t venture very far from her for very long, hoping to be turned themselves after proving their loyalty and occasionally being allowed to get high off of being bitten.

“They are,” Sua said.

Bin grinned over his shoulder. “Saturday night’s all right for fighting, isn’t it?”

They’d been very careful about Marking each other and arming themselves and picking weapons before they went out. Of course Bin and Minhyuk Marked each other, as Marks made by one’s parabatai were stronger and lasted longer. Where Sua was smaller and more delicate-looking, she was less likely to be suspected of weapons or violence, so she had three seraph blades and multiple throwing knives, in addition to the whip coiled around her waist like a very stylish belt.

Bin and Minhyuk would have to make do with concealed blades and some stakes. Once they left the club, they could get their seraph blades from Sua.

Minhyuk, of course, had the vial of sleeping draft from the High Warlock.

“We can’t cause too much of a fuss,” Minhyuk insisted.

All of them were invisible to mundane eyes, but any Downworlders would be able to see them — and they couldn’t always spot Downworlders in a crowd.

Especially not like the crowd in the packed nightclub, where the air throbbed with the pounding music and the swirling lights.
Sua grinned to herself, bobbing to the beat. Minhyuk stuck close to Bin as Sua led the way to the bar.

The plan was simple: they’d track the subjugates, wait till they were at the bar, Minhyuk would cause a distraction (dancing), and Bin and Sua would spike the drinks.

Then they’d tail the subjugates back to the vampire’s den, and hopefully they’d be able to rescue MJ. If he was even there.

“Also, I don’t know how to dance in a club,” Minhyuk continued. “Like I told the High Warlock —”

He cut himself off.

Bin glanced over his shoulder again. “What did you tell the High Warlock about your dancing?”

He smirked at the way Minhyuk blushed and scowled. While the High Warlock of Seoul came across as bookish and genteel, an old-fashioned country physician transplanted into the bustling heart of the ultramodern capital, Bin had seen how Lee Dongmin had looked at Minhyuk the few times he’d come to the Institute to speak to the Council.

Bin deeply suspected that the warlock himself hadn’t even been aware of how he’d looked at Minhyuk (Minhyuk certainly hadn’t). But Bin had observed, and he’d considered. Where Minhyuk was Bin’s parabatai, Bin would never sell him out, but Bin wasn’t above using a charm offensive to get a job done.

“You’ll be fine,” Sua said. She pressed a fan into Minhyuk’s hand. “I know a perfect k-pop song for one of your fan dances. You’ll know it when you hear it. I’ll get the DJ to play it once we have our marks.”

Minhyuk tucked the fan into his jacket and sighed. “Okay. I trust you.”

Where the three of them had trained at the Academy together — and been tutored as children before that — they really did trust each other. They had to, to survive in the field.

Sua scanned the crowd, checking faces against the images on her phone.

Bin spotted them first. “There. At the end of the bar.”

Miss Ruby had long, wine-colored hair swept up in series of intricate miniature braids that were woven around each other. She wore a dress straight out of a gothic fantasy romance (Bin read webtoons sometimes), and her three subjugates all wore cheap black suits.

Sua nodded. “Oppa, you get the drinks. I’ll get the DJ. Minhyuk-ah, go dance.”

Minhyuk handed the vial to Bin. “Remember, one drop in each glass,” he said, and then he plunged into the crowd.

Sua headed through the crowd as well, toward the stage where the DJ was lost in his own world, headphones pressed to one ear as he bobbed to the music.

Bin leaped onto the bar and ran across it, dancing between glasses and cups and bottles, until he reached the end of the bar, and then he dropped down, keeping himself hidden from Miss Ruby. None of the mundanes had seen him, including her subjugates, but —

The music changed suddenly, the transition between rhythms jarring, and cries of protest went up, but then the protests faded.

Bin dared to peek over the top of the bar, and there was Minhyuk, on one of the little platforms scattered throughout the club, a spotlight shining on him, fan open while he held a graceful pose, an arm and leg extended, head tipped back. The music sounded traditional enough at first, zithers and drums and reed pipes, but then modern bass and electronic sounds kicked in.

Minhyuk had been the best dancer in their class for a reason, though, and the audience cheered as he continued to dance.

What Minhyuk had not appreciated about traditional Shadowhunter dancing was that, well, as a Shadowhunter, he was faster and stronger than mundane humans, so he could leap higher and turn faster. Also, Shadowhunter dances required more athleticism and acrobatics than human dance, to show off a hunter’s martial prowess. As Minhyuk had been raised in a very traditional and conservative Shadowhunter clan, he didn’t know that the way he could dance up and down a pole had a very different connotation to mundane humans. The way Minhyuk could climb and turn and extend was impressive and athletic — and those skills were useful for pursuing prey.

The humans, of course, thought something else entirely, and they were cheering and hollering and whistling.

Bin peeked a glance at the vampire and her subjugates.

The vampire was sitting up straighter on her bar stool, craning her neck, watching rapt — and greedy. She was like a parody of herself, her makeup turning her chalk-white. She had painted fake bite marks with fake blood trails on one side of her throat. Of course no one believed she was a real vampire. She was a walking cartoon of a vampire.

The subjugates looked interested as well.
Would Miss Ruby realize Minhyuk wasn’t human? Where she wasn’t affiliated with the local vampire courts, she probably hadn’t been well-educated in all things supernatural.

Bin took his chance and unstoppered the vial. He tipped a single drop into each of the subjugates’ drinks — water, according to Bin’s sensitive nose. Good bodyguards didn’t drink booze on duty. The blue-green liquid turned clear as soon as it hit the water, and Bin couldn’t smell any change in the water’s scent. He hoped that meant the sleeping draft would be undetectable — and that it was working as designed.

He tucked the vial away and glanced to where Sua was beside Minhyuk’s dancing platform, hyping up the crowd, though her enthusiasm was no longer a driving force behind their shouts and cheers. He had to make sure the subjugates actually drank their water.

Miss Ruby had an untouched glass of wine before her.

Bin decided, just in case, to put a drop of the draft in her beverage too. It probably wouldn’t work on a vampire, but in case one of the subjugates had a stupid idea, he wanted his bases covered.

When the song ended, people cheered and screamed. The DJ gave a shoutout to the best dancer so far tonight, and more music started up.

Miss Ruby rose suddenly. She said, “I want him.”

Each of the subjugates hastily downed their drinks and rose with her.

One of them sneaked her glass of wine.
Good.

Only bad, because she was looking right at Minhyuk, who was standing at the edge of the platform and peering warily at the crowd below, many of whom were reaching for him. He couldn’t exactly break out his stele and trace the Mark for invisibility on himself in front of all those Mundanes.

Sua cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted, “Just jump!”

It wasn’t bad advice. Either the mundanes would get out of the way or they’d let Minhyuk crowd surf and eventually land on his feet.

Only suddenly Miss Ruby was there, arms outstretched to catch Minhyuk as he made to leap.

He was startled when he landed in her arms.

Her pleased smile turned into a snarl as soon as she sensed what he was. She tried to bite him.

He leaped free, kicking her as he disengaged.

Bin drew a rowan stake. Saturday night really was all right for fighting.

From:

brumeier

Ooh, thank you so much! This was very exciting. I liked to see this continuation of the Minhyuk's mission, and that he used his supernatural dance skills as a distraction. Bin being excited to mix things up with the vampires was really funny, too.