Title: "Dirty Little Secret"
Fandom: Liar Game
Pairing: Akiyama Shinichi & Kanzaki Nao
Rating: M
Summary: Akiyama Shinichi is a brilliant 23 year old Criminal Psychology student. He studies non-stop in hopes of becoming a detective. His friends understand his drive but thinks he needs to loosen up and "get some." [AU]
CHAPTERS: Two-shot (1/2)

"Akiyaaaaaaaaama!" yelled Kevin, the American transfer student – who was fluent in Japanese for some unknown reason.

"Yes?" I replied in a bored voice, without looking away from my book.

"Aki, let's go out~" whined Kevin.

I snorted at the nickname he'd given me.

"Aki! Aki! Aki!" he whined continuously. It astounded me sometimes as to how this individual had landed a seat at Harvard. In class he was a genius but apparently it did not apply to other aspects of his life. Or perhaps it was because he was American.

"Yes, Kevin-san," I said with my usual stoic expression, only this time I'd finally decided to look at him as I spoke. Perhaps, he would get the idea if I looked him in the eye.

"Aki! Let's go out tonight!"

"No," I said calmly. "I have other things to do."

I remember ending the conversation that way. However, I ended up being dragged out of my dorm room by Kevin and my so-called best friends Fukunaga and Yokoya. I was dragged out of my room, blindfolded and taped across the mouth. I was quickly stripped and was stuffed into uncomfortable clothing even quicker.

"Ta-da!" exclaimed Fukunaga ushering me over to the mirror.

I almost died right there. No wonder it had been so hard to stuff me into those clothes. (I'd heard Fukunaga whining the whole time that I would stretch out his pants).

I was wearing extremely (EXTREMELY!) tight red leather hot pants with a fitting black shirt which was thankfully not one of those transparent gauze netting ones that Yokoya was currently wearing.

"Seriously?!" I exclaimed. All this to get me to go out?

"You need some time off!" chirped Kevin.

"Yep!" added Fukunaga.

I sighed. I attempted to take the leather pants off. No such luck. They wouldn't budge.

"If I go out with you guys, you'll get me out of these pants later, deal?"

"I'd love to…" replied Fukunaga with a sleazy wink.

"Not like that," I added sternly. I was perfectly aware of his crush on me. He was also perfectly aware that I did not play for that team.

"I'll keep my baby off you Akiyama…" said Yokoya with a grin as he wrapped his arms around his boyfriend.

I kept my shudders to myself. I was perfectly fine with their flamboyant homosexuality, but what disturbed was the tonguing at each others faces and feeling up of each other right in front of me.

I turned towards Kevin, my last hope of salvation in this mad house. Only, he was too enthralled by the show.

I sighed before lifting up a particular heavy textbook and slamming it onto the desk.

"Let's go," I said coldly.

I heard them cheer behind me as we headed out. I had a bad feeling about the whole thing that I just couldn't shrug off.

AN HOUR AND A HALF LATER

I simply stared at the place we were supposed to have "fun" at.

The building was large, not very well maintained. I wouldn't even have noticed it in the day. But at night, with its red lights flashing the words "DIRTY LITTLE SECRETS" with showroom intensity, it was a little hard not to notice.

The place was not my kind of thing. I'd rather go to a pizza place. But I very much doubted I could go to the Pizza Place resembling a male whore. Atleast I hadn't donned make up like the others. Then again, maybe I should have. No one would recognise me then.

As I pondered over all this, I was shoved into said building.

All my senses were simulataneously assaulted.

My sight – blinding lights that changed colour every few mili-seconds.

My hearing – loud music with raunchy lyrics from speakers apparently lacing the circumference of the roof.

My sense of smell – the overbearing smell of sex, booze, smoke and drugs.

It took me a few minutes to get a hold of my system and not throw up. I looked around the place and it took me no longer than a few seconds to realise we were at a giant strip club/whore house deal with rich men and women buying time from… Well, men and women who wore variations of costumes that only hid those vital areas that they'd put up for sale.

It took me just a little longer for me to realise that Kevin, Fukunaga and Yokoya had deserted me.

I found myself wandering over to the bar. I was not interested in getting 'laid'. But perhaps a drink wouldn't hurt.

"Can I get a beer?" I asked the bartender.

The guy gave me a once over before adding, "Akiyama Shinichi?"

"Yeah…" I trailed off slightly taken aback.

He grunted before sliding me a large glass of something pink and blue and purple with a colourful umbrella on the top.

"Some guy with white hair said that was for you. S'already paid for," grunted the bartender without a smile. "And the guy with him, mushroom-head left this for ya."

I took it and sipped. It was nice. I looked at the certificate Fukunaga'd left for me.

"Special Luxury Ticket. Only valid for tonight. Non-refundable.." I read out.

I looked at the bartender questioningly.

He grunted ill temperedly before pointing me in the direction of a brightly lit corridor.

I nodded once before finishing my drink and heading in the direction of the corridors, certificate in hand.

What could it be? An erotic massage perhaps? That'd be nice, I thought as I smiled to myself.

After a left turn, I was greeted with a reception of what looked more like an expensive hotel lobby than a seedy brothel.

"Akiyama Shinichi?" called out a woman from the reception. She was decked out in a sailor uniform. A naughty one of course that left her sizable bossom nearly spilling out of said 'uniform'.

"Hai," I answered giving her my certificate.

"Follow me," she said giving me a wink that made me feel like a school boy.

She led me to the back rooms. Before ushering me into on that said "Angels & Demons."

Before I could ask what was going on, the door had been locked behind me. So, I took a deep breath as I walked into whatever it was that was in store for me in this dark abyss. The lights were dim and I just barely made out the black and red interiors of the room. It was like walking into the lair of a vampire.

The huge bed in the centre of the room was grand, with several plush red and black pillows. Plastic cobwebs decorated several corners of the room as did fake blood smears on the walls. Several black candles were lined up further off to the left where the walls were scribbled with symbols and supposed incantations of another realm.

I felt hands encircle my waist and a lithe female body press up against mine.

I gasped.

"Akiyama-san…" purred the voice. It was sweet, melodic… Hypnotizing even…

Her fingers ghosted over my arms and I shuddered. Maybe the guys were right. I needed some action. I was shuddering with excitement and she'd barely touched my skin!

"Akiyama-san…" she whispered again.

My eyes flew open as I spun around.

"Nao?!" I yelled as I fell on my ass. Pretty lamely too. It would've hurt had the ground not been so thickly carpeted with the soft velvelty material.

She smirked as she turned the lights a little brighter. Bright enough for me to see what she was wearing.

A lacey white thong that showed her fine rounded bottom with an almost transparent white lace corset that just barely covered her firm young breats. She wore fingerless white gloves, white fishnets and killer white stilettoes. The whole thing was topped

"Yes Akiyama-san?" she purred kneeling down a few feet away.

"What are you doing here?" I half yelled.

"Something I've wanted to do for years…" she whispered, her half lidded eyes smoldering me.

"Nao, Yokoya is my friend –" I began.

"Big brother set this up for me, you know? I'm nineteen now Shinichi…" she purred seductivelyas she began to crawl towards me. "Won't you take me?"