A.N: just putting the feelers out with this one!

To say that Takaba Akihito is frustrated was an understatement, the last 3 out of 4 stakeouts were all busts relating to Asami in one way or another and even though he was a perverted crime lord bastard, he couldn't bring himself to hand the prints in. They had come to a mutual understanding over the year and a bit they had been living together, and he didn't want to break the peace for fear of his ass. Sort of, that man was out of this world in bed, it wasn't so bad being caught by him, though Takaba would never admit such a thing.

He was getting poor, and he refused to live on Asami's handouts. It was lunchtime on a Friday and he had just stormed into Sion with his latest set of prints that were yet again linked to Asami, another payload he wouldn't get, he was going to give Asami a piece of his mind.

Just as he was about to bolt up the stairs before someone could catch him, he heard a whiny voice that could only belong to Sudou Shuu, complaining at the bar.

"Aw, but where am I going to find a DJ good enough this last minute, the event is huge and Asami will kill me if I mess this one up!" He was complaining to the secretary that worked under Kirishima, Takano, Takaba hadn't spoken to Takano much but you could tell from the look on his face he didn't care for Sudou's complaints.

"It's not a problem of mine Sudou, you have had plenty of time to organize this."

"But the guy pulled out at the last minute! The biggest DJ in Tokyo! There is no replacement for someone like that!"

Takano just shrugged and walked up the stairs.

Takaba, whose interest had already been peaked enough, stepped up behind Sudou.

"Oi, are you talking about Koga-san who is DJ Siren, that's not like him to pull out, he must be sick or something?"

Sudou turned with a sneer "And how would a brat like you know?"

Takaba pouted indignantly, "Well, he and I actually happen to go way back, he's a good friend."

"How would you be friends with the most popular DJ in Tokyo? Maybe even Japan."

"Ha, that's none of your business blondie! Anyway, if you pay me, I'll DJ for you."

"And why would I let you do something like that? So you can make a fool of me in front of Asami?"

"Do you really think I would try something that would shame me even more in front of Asami's stupid minions if I failed, I am not that thick. You can even ring Koga yourself and mention my name, you'll see." Takaba had a very Asami like smirk on his face at this point.

Seeing the validity of Akihito's argument, "Fine, I'll call your stupid bluff, brat." Sudou walked off with his phone against his ear, he came back a few minutes later with a miffed look on his face.

"Who are you, Takaba Akihito?"

"Haha, the name Midnight Kid mean anything to you Sudou?"

Sudou's eyes widened before going back to normal, "You really expect me to believe that?"

"Whether you believe it or not, if you tell Asami or let that name slip, I'll tell him you molested me. So do I have the job or not?"

"Fine, Asami will find out anyway! Since it's his club."

"He doesn't have to find out if you keep quiet."

The next evening Akihito found himself rushing out the door of the condo, his laptop packed securely in it's carry case along with his favorite pair of headphones, big black industrial looking ones, the foam around the ears was soft and supple wrapped in black leather, and the thick strap that went over his head was the perfect size. He always had trouble finding good headphones that stayed on when you lost yourself in the music. He also had his glasses that he needed, working on the laptop with flashing lights had made them necessary, plus he liked the look the black rectangle frames gave him.

He smiled to himself as he lost Asami's goons and hopped on the train, he knew he would probably be found out tonight anyway, but he would at least try and make it a surprise.

Sudou had wired the money to his account already, so he just had to put up with whatever punishment came with working in one of Asami's clubs for a night.

He never understood why, but if him, Kou and Takato ever ended up dancing in one of Asami's clubs, Suoh always ended up retrieving him saying something like "Asami sama says no dancing." the man really was strange, even when it came to dancing.

He arrived at the brand new club in Ikebukuro and ran in with his beanie and glasses on. It was a massive warehouse type club that catered to dance parties on a large scale. It emulated the industrial scene you see in Europe, Takaba had played there a couple of times before years ago.

There was a second floor terrace around the outside of the room with a VIP spot at the back and the rest were tables and chairs so people could sit and rest from all the dancing.

The bar was downstairs at the back with a few lean to tables and another raised VIP area. At the very front next to the stage, to the left, was the elevated station where the DJ worked, with an access door to backstage behind it. The rest was just pure dance floor and speaker systems.

Akihito eyed the lighting systems and was impressed, he had a lot to work with, all the gear was the latest, all he needed to do was sync his software up to the system and calibrate the turntables to his liking and it would be perfect. He shouldn't expect anything less from one of Asami's clubs.

Akihito smiled to himself, apart from photography, creating beats and remixes for people to dance too had been one of his most favorite things, and he had been good at it, really good. Watching people lose themselves in the music he made, watching people move to his rhythms had given him a deep feeling of satisfaction. He had missed it, regardless if Asami found out who he was or not, he was going to have fun tonight.