Don't Miss The CHANCE

[TSUKIYOMI YUKI]

[atrb=background,http://i47.tinypic.com/180npl.jpg][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] can you pay my bills? It was a great night to be out and about. The air outside had almost of an electrifying feel to it. The wind as it almost seemed to caress his hair only to then toss it about felt amazing. The lights that that lined the street in front of him only excited him even more. It was on nights like these that Yuki seemed to be happy that he had asked for a night of 2 off. He could faintly hear the music of the clubs near by him, mixing with one another along with the conversations of people who filled the street, making it fairly crowded there. Harajuku had always been a bustling place, full of shopping and all sorts of entertainment. Sure it had those same aspects, but now in a more negative way. The streets were full of night clubs that had gangs fighting for control over them. Sure, he may be a member of the Shinsengumi, but that didn't mean he didn't like to have a little adrenaline rush ever once and a while. he had become accustomed to clubs after having times in which he had to go undercover in a gang or two. Besides his small acquired habits for wanting to be lost in a crowd of foreign people and in the blasting music, Yuki had a problem. There were certain characteristics about him that were almost cat like(stray cat if you wanted to be specific). On nights off, he would often wander around streets, mostly seeming ones, and with fun came danger. He was curious, curious to see what would make him loose one of his 9 lives. Though, unlike a cat, he only had one. He wasn't about to give into the lure of the aphrodisiac like clubs, he had a different reason he walked down these streets that few would have courage to do. Shopping. Yes, there was still shopping here, but you had to look pretty hard. They were nothing more than small stores, nothing like a large company like Diesel or Armani, which with his large pay check, he was able to shop at. They were more hand made, and followed the street style. Yuki liked that a lot more sometimes than the straight laced suits he had to wear sometimes. He felt his phone vibrate in the pocket of his tight, dark washed jeans that clung all too willingly to the soft, long, milky white legs that they covered and protected from the slightly chilly night air. Yuki hung his head low and smirked, giggling softly as he was more than aware that it was probably work calling and asking if he would help out on a mission or case. But he was already sucked into his current surroundings, and there was no way he was going to give up shopping for anything else. He had been deprived of his comfort, almost therapy like process for over 2 weeks. They could suck it for all he cared. He would be the last person they would expect to say something like that. In work and mostly life in general, Yuki came off as a well mannered and sweet person who loved to tease you with a little affection here and there. Yuki ignored the buzzing of his phone, he'll just say he forgot to bring it with him, they'd believe that from him. Yuki ducked down an dark alley way where a small flu resent sign that read "Tomanari" hung above a door. It was his favorite store. He bought from there so much to the point where they asked him if he wanted to model for them. he brushed the comment and told them his current job was too demanding for something else but he would keep it in mind if something ever happened. Not that it would, Yuki graduated from the Shinsengumi training academy, top of his class, there was no way that they would want to lose him of all people. He opened the small door that lead into the store, giving the owner who was at the cash register a small, two fingered salute of the sort as a hello. He closed his eyes and sighed happily before smiling and opening his eyes to the plethora of clothes that were all about. Let the shopping begin.

[IRODORI EMIRU]

I want to reconcile the violence in your heart

I want to recognize your beauty is not just a mask

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[TSUKIYOMI YUKI]

[atrb=background,http://i47.tinypic.com/180npl.jpg][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] can you pay my bills? Key started to slowly wander around the store, looking at each shirt or pair of pants that caught his eye, to make sure he didn't miss out on the most perfect article of clothing in his life time. The music in the background was a something calming, making him almost sleepy, which wasn't an uncommon. It was pretty late out, so late that most normal people wouldn't be out at this time. but A) he definitely wasn't normal and B) he went out and wasn't about to succumb to taking sleeping pills again. Work definitely screwed up his sleep schedule, to the point where he would probably sleep for about 2-4 hours a night. But work wasn't the only culprit... he also had to deal with things like the boogie man. Nightmares. Yuki snapped out of his trance of blankly staring at one shirt to look up and notice the person who had entered the store. They looked at him for a sec before looking at some hoodies. Yuki made a mental note to check those out in a bit, after the person had moved, because they looked pretty warm and had some wicked designs. Besides that, he was kind of unsure as to why a girl would be out this late and looking at guys clothes... or at least he thought it was a girl. He wrote it off as she was probably being a sweet heart and buying her boyfriend a present. Yuki could be quite the feminist. He soon went back to looking at clothes before once again being distracted by something, one of his most favorite songs, Shake by Jesse McCartney. It instantly put him in a even better mood, absent mindedly bobbing his head a bit to the rhythm of the music, in coordination with the small swivels of his hips. He could tell the owner specifically put that song only to tease him more, knowing that Yuki had liked at a lot after that one time they danced together at one of the clubs on the street. But Yuki didn't care, he was mouthing the words to the popular American song. And it must have been his lucky song, because he saw one of the best shirts so far. He looked at it with eyes of a feral cat, looking at it's prey. He grabbed the hanger and a pair of pants that would look divine with it. And hell, maybe a pair of shoes. Time to try things on~! He soon emerged from to dressing room area and walked toward the store front. "Jin, how do I look? Does it make my butt look big?" After coming out in tight, semi ripped jeans and a overly big skull sweater that seemed to be asking for someone to tare it off so it could show what was underneath it, there was no way that any one could answer that question normally. Yuki raised and eye brow, some what shocked and not really sure hot to act. "So.... I'm not sure if that look means it should go in the 'fer sure keep' pile or the 'don't ever wear that again' pile.." He sighed, looking at himself in the mirror and slumping a little. "Something tells me I shouldn't have asked", sadly knowing the answer was probably the first choice....

[IRODORI EMIRU]

I want to reconcile the violence in your heart

I want to recognize your beauty is not just a mask

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