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A/N: Hey there! I am back! Sooner than I thought actually, although perhaps this will be a shorter fic than my usual stories and quite more spicy. I will try to just skirt the edge of T+ rated but if I go too far I might change the rate to M, just let me know what you think :P, I can't promise a chapter a day but then again I always say that and I end up updating everyday anyways ^.^; Please review it keeps me going!

A lesson on love.

By Auraluna7

Chapter 1: Mirage

"This is like the best idea you had, ever." Kasumi Tani, smiled at her friend. She was a seventeen year old girl full of life, with long hair falling down her back on soft platinum blonde curls, steel gray eyes and a charming smile charged with sensuality.

"I know." Michiru Kaioh smiled back at her, she was seventeen years old as well, with a slim and feminine silhouette, deep sea blue eyes and silky long hair on a dreamy shade of aqua. Both girls were pretty to say the least, the first one with a more aggressive sensual way, the latter with an elegant beauty that was impossible to ignore. Michiru took the costume lying on her bed, it was a renaissance Venetian carnival style short blue dress, a tight corset with delicate laces matched the delicate hand painted masquerade mask still lying on the bed. Kasumi looked at her own costume lying on the bed next to the masks, it was exactly the same cut as her friend's with the exception of being on a bright shade of red. "We have to be careful, if anyone finds out where are we heading we are going to be in so much trouble."

"Aren't we always in so much trouble?" Michiru smiled again, it was true Kasumi and her were always entangled in little troubles some could describe as mischievousness but it was one thing skipping class and a totally different one escaping from school grounds to go to a party on the red light district of town and on a school night if that could made it any worse.

"It is a great idea but I am worried they might not let us in. What if they ask for an ID?"

"Who's going to ask for an ID to your cleavage?" Michiru laughed softly, Kasumi was always so confident of her looks to pull her through any situation, it had worked so far and not just for her, for Michiru as well, they were always going around getting out of trouble just by their beautiful looks.

"This party is going to be wild. Are we really ready for it?" Kasumi nodded, the girls went out partying all the time, the fact of being underage never stopped them before, they both looked of age and they were quite known on the high end clubs of Shibuya and the bars and clubs Shinjuku Ni-Chome, the second one was were the girls went on their secret escapades, tired of the fancy and poise clubs, the secrets of the night under the roofs of Shinjuku Ni-Chome presented a delectable dish of fantasies and new experiences. But tonight the friends were going a step farther, they had heard about a big party going on Kabuchiko, the red light district of Tokyo, a masquerade party to celebrate the Carnival days that promised to be the greatest party of the year.

Kasumi sat on the bed, her long well sculpted legs crossed. "So? Has your dad noticed your brand new tattoo?"

"Not even a peak. My dad is too busy being himself." Michiru moved aside the short sleeve of her dainty white silk shirt to reveal a small tattoo shaped as a blue butterfly on her smooth shoulder blade. Kasumi dropping the cardigan she was wearing showed a copy of the tattoo on her own shoulder blade."How about you? What did you mom said?"

"She thought it was cute." Michiru smiled, Kasumi's mom was quite easy going, her father if he ever find out about the tattoo was probably going to flip out. Michiru looked at her wrist watch, it was 7:00 p.m. they still had three more hours to kill before changing into their costumes. "Shall we make a little bet?"

"About?"

"I bet you 1000 yens I kiss a girl before you." Michiru smiled, how she loved challenge.

"Deal."

-0-

This was probably not a great idea. She was brand new in town and what she should have been doing right now is unpacking the excessive amount of boxes sitting on the foyer of her new apartment, what she was doing instead was attending a party.

Not just any party, a costume party. How did she let her roommate convince her anyways? It was true she longed the company of people, after her long absence from Japan she felt out of touch with everybody in this country. And the promise of perhaps meeting someone was also a powerful lure. It had been over six months from the last time she actually had a date or something remotely like it. The warm but scarce embraces she shared with her last lover had only left her thirsty for more. No woman in a long time had been able to ignite the raging flames of her true passion.

So she let her roommate stuffed her in a costume fit for a Romeo and dragged her to Kabuchiko in the middle of the night to a 'secret' masquerade party. Haruka looked at the crowd forming at the front of the busy club. A neon sign with a single word greeted them 'Shinkirou', mirage. It certainly looked like a portrait stolen out of a dream, the colorful crowd was dressed in exquisite and elaborate costumes and a peak through the open door told her the place itself seemed clipped out of a surreal renaissance fantasy, things looked promising,

Akira Kitsune, looked at her roommate Haruka Tenoh, a tall handsome blonde with short hair and piercing green eyes, her well toned muscles hinted under the prince costume. "Are you coming?" Haruka nodded and lowering the feather mask over her face she followed Akira to the VIP entrance, the girl dressed on a white bridal kimono, quite humorous considering Akira will first be caught dead than married, she was an attractive 21 year old with black spiky hair and hazelnut shiny eyes. She had met Haruka years ago while they were both in prep school and once she heard Haruka was back on Tokyo and looking for a place to stay she had been more than glad to help her.

As they entered the club ahead of the people on the line waiting, Haruka caught a glimpse of a couple girls dressed in matching carnival outfits, both about the same height and complexion appeared to Haruka as twins, she saw them playing flirty with their silk fans trying to charm the bouncer to let them in without an invitation, by the look on the bouncer's face whatever they were doing was starting to work as the man half smiled looking at the girls with the white powdered wigs, they were both wearing beautiful masks and all Haruka could see from the girl closest to her, the one dressed in blue, was a perfect pair of plump glossy lips. Akira held her hand and dragged her away from the entrance and Haruka brushed off the thought of the perfect lips as she looked around to found herself submerged in a wild dream.

"Aw come on, I left my invitation at home." Kasumi looked at the bouncer, swaying the silky fan low enough to draw attention to her cleavage, the soft milky skin glittery with golden dust.

The bouncer looked at the two girls, he followed the neck line of the girl in red down to her soft breasts pushed up by the tight corset and then took a long look to the girls endless legs. "If you tell me your name and it's on the list you don't need an invitation."

Kasumi turned to look at Michiru, they were never defeated by a bouncer before and tonight could not be an exception. Playing with a white curl from the elaborate wig Michiru stood tall and proud, she fixed her deep sea blue eyes on the bouncer and spoke for the first time. "We can give you something better than a name." Michiru traced a finger along her neckline and slowly pulled a 5000 yen bill from valley between her breasts barely bordered by her corset. The bouncer took the bill off the long fingers and smiled at them.

"Ok ladies, let me see your ID's" Biting her lower lip Michiru half smiled.

"Does this dress look like it has any room left to hide an ID?"

"Oh yeah." Kasumi ran a hand along Michiru's corset toyfully. "She could have put it on her underwear…if she was wearing any." Michiru sent Kasumi a warning look, it was not truly necessary to seduce the bouncer all they wanted was to get in, not take the bouncer home. The bouncer however laughed and moving aside he removed the velvet chain to let them in. Kasumi grabbed Michiru by the hand and they entered the party leaving behind a smiling bouncer.

"There was no need to say I am not wearing underwear!" Michiru could feel the blush on her cheeks.

Kasumi laughed heartily "Why, because it's true?"

"Hell no!" The party was busy and crowded; the friends kept holding each other hands as they walked past the people on the entrance hall. "Wow, this place is huge."

The club, that from outside appeared to be a tiny place, was in reality a three floor building filled with secret alcoves and lounges. There wasn't a wall or corner in the place that wasn't decorated with rich fabrics or expensive art replicas to create the illusion of an enchanted castle. People of all kinds crowded the dance floor in the middle of the first floor, on the sofas and corners around Michiru could distinguish the silhouettes of couples engaged in all kinds of intimate activities. Her curiosity wanted to have a better look at some of them just as others did, but there was still a tiny little voice in her head warning her against letting her sexual impulses run free in a place like this where she didn't know who she could run into and what could it lead to.

Kasumi whoever seemed completely in her element, she poked her to point at a couple of girls entangled around each other on a velvet couch at their right. "I could use some of that."

"I don't know, we should be careful."

"Careful? After what it took to get here tonight? Oh come on Michiru live a little, don't tell me you're chickening out. Would you rather go back to the dorm and sleep on your blue baby pajamas?"

"I'm just saying we truly can't even figure out who this people are, let's have fun but be careful, that's all."

Dismissing her words and smiling to a tall brunette across the room Kasumi tapped Michiru's nose lightly. "You be safe, I will have the fun. I'll see you at the entrance at 3 a.m. mhm?"

Nodding, Michiru saw her friend walk away swaying her soft curvy hips and disappearing into the crowd. She fixed her mask and looked around, she noticed many eyes on her, all of them charged with desire. She smiled and walked to the bar to look for a drink to clear her head and start the night.

-0-

"You don't seem to be having any fun at all Tenoh." Akira looked at her friend. The blonde smiled easily at her.

"I am, I'm still tired that's all. Jet Lag is hard to beat, besides I have to start working tomorrow."

"Why don't you get yourself another drink hum?" Nodding Haruka walked towards the bar, she noticed the moment she stepped away a girl dressed as a colorful peacock stepped next to Akira, her friend laughed at some smart comment she could not hear. Perhaps Akira needed some time alone with her new conquest. She walked slowly to the bar examining the people around her, so many beautiful bodies filled with desire, yet she could not find one that called her attention or was worth the effort. Her best bet at the moment was another beer…

"No, thanks I am really not interested." Michiru looked at the girl talking to her, she had pinned her back against the bar with the excuse of the crowd, her leg rubbing against Michiru's nude thigh.

"Come on, I will make it worth it. The rooms upstairs are so much more comfy." The girl with short bright pink hair and amber eyes spoke to her ear the loud music made it almost impossible to do otherwise. Michiru shook her head again, she was not going upstairs to a room with this girl, it was obvious she was more than drunk and her intentions were crystal clear. As she talked, her right hand started escalating Michiru's corset.

"No, thanks. I am waiting for someone." She gently removed the girl's hand from reaching the upper border of her corset and smiled at her.

"Who is this someone that left you here all alone dear?" Michiru felt the girl's hips softly rocking against her thigh and looked around for a way to get out of the suitor´s hands which started wandering around her waist this time.

"My girlfriend. Now please be nice ok?" The amber eyes looked at her with hunger, the girl was not ready to quit just yet.

"I can stay with you until she gets here." Michiru felt a hand climbing under her skirt and she knew she definitely needed to get the girl off her.

"Oh, but she's here!" The pink haired girl looked at who Michiru was pointing, and she saw a tall blonde dressed as a prince approaching them. Taking advantage of the confusion Michiru broke free of the girl's embrace and stepped away from the bar. She had her eyes fixed on the blonde stranger she had pointed as her girlfriend as well, she found the tall stranger incredibly attractive, the thin mask on her face framing a chiseled face, the way she walked sent a shiver down Michiru's spine, she could guess the tone of the woman's muscles beneath the fabric of her outfit.

Haruka felt an intense stare on her as she walked towards the bar. She found the owner of the gaze, it was the girl with the blue venetian dress. She saw her eyes fixed on her body, almost undressing her, and she looked right back at her. Haruka could see the moist lips half opened with desire as the girl suddenly started walking towards her. She was beautiful, every curve of her body accentuated by the tight dress, the delicate lace of her stockings peaking under the her petticoats and covering her long beautiful legs like a second skin. "Hi" She could have said something else or even something more meaningful than "hi" but she found it hard to talk under the almost animal stare of the girl in the blue dress. It was hard to guess the color of her eyes under the dim lights of the club but she could still peer into their depth.

Michiru could not figure out why she was walking towards the stranger. All she knew was that there was an urgent need irradiating from her. She stepped so close to the blonde that her breasts brushed against the blonde's chest. She could hear the faint hello coming from the blonde and she smiled. Before the tomboy could speak another word, Michiru placed her hand behind the blonde's neck and after licking her plump glossy lips lustfully drew the taller girl into a deep kiss.

Haruka opened her mouth, surprised by the attack but not rejecting it. The moment their lips sealed together she felt a warm sensation spreading along her entire body. Nobody had stolen a kiss from her before and this girl certainly was demanding. Her lips tasted like strawberries and the soft fresh scent emanating from her fair skin made Haruka conscious of how close they were to each other. She could feel the round breasts, encaged by the corset, brushing against her own and she had to hold back a small moan. Out of instinct Haruka placed a hand around the smaller girl's waist as she felt the mouth of the girl win a battle against her own.

The sudden urge that possessed Michiru to kiss a complete stranger evaporated as soon as she found herself kissing the blonde. For a brief second Michiru thought she had gone completely crazy and was tempted to step back. But then she felt the welcoming lips of the blonde girl against hers and felt the small, almost imperceptible, moan that came from the taller girl as she opened her mouth to welcome her. She kissed the blonde with a passion almost unknown for her; she for once was the hunter not the prey. She massaged the blonde's tongue with her own. Wanting more, demanding it all, she felt a warm hand slide along her waist and she brushed herself even harder against the woman. No one had ever made her feel this way.

After a kiss that seemed to last forever, but at the same time was too short, Haruka looked down at the masked beauty. The skin under her mask blushed, her lips half opened and wet. She had broken the kiss only because the crowd kept pushing against them and the music was suddenly growing too loud. "Do you want to go upstairs?"

The question bounced on Michiru's head as she caught some air. She suddenly felt empty without the warm lips against her own. The tall stranger was still holding her waist as she nodded softly and looked into the girl´s deep eyes, whose shade could not be distinguished under the club lights. She wondered how the blonde looked under the mask but she was afraid of finding out and breaking the spell between them. When the blonde took her by the hand and started walking along the crowd towards the staircase, Michiru looked at her strong but still feminine back and a shudder went down her spine as she wondered how the tomboy looked without her clothes. She was going too far, too quickly and she knew that. But somehow she wondered if she could stop herself or if she was just going to let desire win the battle. It was a tough question and the answer was just around the corner.

(A/N: Uh, is it me or it's getting hot around here? Want to know what's going to happen well then review!)