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- are you all ready, guys? yes? then let's get started!!
hanagaki takemichi is a DJ in an elite club called "road flower". she works there as the best DJ, having a shift only on the night from saturday to sunday. takemichi was known not only for her excellent remixes, but also for never interrupting songs - even if there was a dangerous reason.
- one of the summer nights there was a terrifying incident that took several human lives with it, - chifuyu read out a frightening news headline and grimaced, - some mafiosi did not share something, most likely.
- and we don't have any bad guys, - takemichi said a little sadly, to which she received a light blow to the head from matsuno.
- are you upset?! in general, we are very lucky that the "bad guys" don't come to us, - he mimicked hanagaki, - you have to go out in ten minutes, do you know at all?
- of course! with a manager like you, even molecular physics will be remembered... the feeling that I'm at gunpoint, - the DJ grumbled, leaning back on the sofa cushions.
- I'll take it as a compliment, - chifuyu smiled discreetly, and then a girl burst into the room.
- we have a big problem. Bonten is here,- she whispered in horror, and matsuno looked at hanagaki incredulously.
- it was you who summoned them telepathically, you fool... thank you for warning me, hina-chan. warn the rest of the staff too, - he sighed wearily, and hinata nodded and went to fulfill chifuyu's request.
- will there be a batch? - takemichi smiled broadly with burning eyes, - but I hope they won't touch my precious friends, otherwise...
- I'll call badji-san, - chifuyu muttered, forgetting about the time, - I'll ask him to guard you…
- what's wrong with shuji-chan? - hanagaki stood up from the sofa, crossing her arms over her chest.
- hanma will distract you! and in general, he's kind of muddy, - matsuno said, after which he changed the subject, - your place is at the top, but the stairs... why do you need a ladder at all?! - he was indignant.
- so that I could pick up flowers, of course! - hanagaki grinned cheerfully and went to the door, - bye, partner!
- you deserve the best flowers, not what drunk men give you, damn it. and why take such a risk…
when takemichi arrived at her place, the light had not yet passed on to her, which means she could have a little chat with mitsuya– her stylist and vijay.
- takashi-chan, how do I look? - hanagaki spoke with a satisfied face, looking playfully at mitsuya.
- of course you look great. may I remind you who creates your appearance? - vijay smiled affectionately, typing something on his laptop, - takemichi, the light will switch in thirty seconds.
- eh? already?! okay, go ahead! - hanagaki sat down on a comfortable chair, plunging her fingers into various buttons, quickly setting up everything she needed.
hinata's voice rang out in the earpiece, counting down.
takemichi took a deep breath, and then, when the light illuminated her, she spoke in a cheerful tone:
- let's start the show, friends!
and the music started playing.
- why did we choose this club? - junior haitani asked bluntly, sitting down on the sofa in the VIP room.
- rindou, are you not satisfied with something? as for me, everything looks quite nice,- the elder replied to his brother, smiling sweetly.
- we don't discuss Mikey's orders,- the scarred guy threatened them, staring at his phone.
- since when are you such a goody-goody, kakuchou? - rindou rolled his eyes, but fell silent.
- where are haru-nii and kokonoi? - senju asked, sitting on takeomi's shoulders.
- most likely, they are laying some problems. they'll be here in two minutes, - kakuchou answered without taking his eyes off the phone.
- I'm going for a walk, I think, - senju jumped off takeomi and left the room, heading to the bathroom. on the way, she heard someone funny talking on the phone. her gut told her that this could be very interesting, so she stopped, listening to someone else's dialogue.
- ...I know I sound stupid, but... what do you mean, I already sound stupid?! well, we've moved away from the topic, - some cute guy was talking on the phone, and senju listened curiously, - today is the shift... aha, you finally understood! I'm worried... what the hell else is kyoto?! okay, at least send me a hanemiya. yes! no, that guy just pisses me off, kazutora-kun will be calmer. okay, bye! - the guy hung up the phone and looked questioningly at the girl who was noticeably peeking around the corner.
- do you need help? - chifuyu smiled awkwardly.
- when will it be fun here? - senju asked, answering the question with a question.
- fun? - he blinked in puzzlement, and then smiled slyly, - of course, when DJ michi-nii starts a real show! at the moment, she has only arranged a warm-up.
- oh, - she stretched out a vowel, thinking, - and who are you here?
- I'm her manager, I'm a chifuyu, - he introduced himself, continuing to smile.
- oh, I see, - the girl thoughtfully tapped her chin with her finger, - and I'm senju.
chifuyu's eyes widened at the realization that this girl was…
- yo, I hope you all have a good time! a melodious voice sounded, and kawaragi blinked her eyelashes in curiosity.
- what is it? - senju began to look around, trying to figure out where this sound came from.
- DJ, - he smiled anxiously and smiled, after which he shook himself and checked something on his phone.
senju realized that at the moment she was interested in the voice of a DJ girl, so she quietly left.
as soon as kawaragi found the club room where the fun was held, she got a call. she irritably put the phone to her ear, while covering the other ear with her hand.
- hello? haru-nii? have you come yet? - she panicked a little.
- where the hell are you!? - sanzu was literally growling on the other line. It's not good-
- I had to go to the toilet! I-I'll be right back! - senju shouted into the phone and with fear in her eyes went back to the VIP room.
she turned around one last time to narrow her eyes and say with a devilish smile:
- we will definitely get acquainted, michi-nii!
- where have you been?! haruchiyo immediately pounced on her, looking angry, but a restless twinkle in his eyes betrayed his anxiety.
senju laughed inwardly. even though he scared her, sanzu can also be a sweet brother! if he wants to, of course.
"it doesn't matter, haru-haru-nii! Let's go dancing, let's go! - the girl jumped with impatience, grinning at the strange expression on sanzu's face-
- we have a deal soon, senju-chan. be patient a little.
another voice interrupts their "dialogue" and senju immediately stops jumping, changing his face to a serious one. this man... perhaps he was one of those who could subdue the wild senju.
- shinichiro is right. be a good girl and don't create big problems, please, - takeomi responded, exhaling smoke wearily.
oh, no, he was smoking again. senju stared sullenly at omi.
- can I have small ones? - she couldn't help but make a joke, ran giggled somewhere.
- senju...- takeomi frowned.
- you can't hear michi-nii in this room! - kawaragi lay down on an empty sofa and hung her head so that her feet shamelessly touched the wall.
outrageous. also in shoes.
senju took out her phone and started looking for information about the DJ. wonder if she was comfortable at all? she's literally upside down…
at least that's what sanzu was thinking until the meaning of the sentence hit him.
- michi-nii? - haruchiyo asked, emphasizing the suffix.
- the girl who works here as a DJ only on saturday. a kind person and stubborn as a goat, - kokonoi replied automatically, typing something on his laptop.
however, he left something out.
- michi... nii? - mikey, who was sleeping on ema's lap at the time, seemed interested.
- koko, do you know her?! will you introduce me? - senju smiled broadly again, quickly got off the sofa and was now dangerously approaching hajime…
- no! I... - he stopped, sighing, and looked up, meeting senju's eyes, - we only talked a few times when I was waiting for my friend, he also works here. my friend is quite close to her, so I know a little about michi-nii.
- hey, huh…
- hello, my name is akane inui. for this evening, I'm serving you,- a pretty girl entered the room, who smiled gently at koko.
while everyone was talking to akane, hajime looked closely at the doorway and saw with bewilderment... takemichi peeking out?!
she looked so serious. lips pursed, eyebrows furrowed, and eyes burning with sincere curiosity. who had a few questions. first – did she seriously think that she was not visible? even he, having poor eyesight, saw her! perhaps the whole point is that he was sitting closest to the door... and the second question is - isn't it her shift now? what is she doing here?
her gaze landed on kokonoi, and takemichi put on a surprised expression.
"koko-bonten?!" - her eyes literally said it, so he decided to smile. crooked and insecure? he tried!
the DJ, seeing this, absently blinked her eyelashes, and then grinned.
koko didn't understand why, but he felt relieved when she wasn't afraid of him. good. very good. so-
- you're acting like a lovesick jerk,- izana whispered in his ear.
exactly. hajime forgot that there are people in the room more attentive than him, and izana is one of those people.
kurokawa quickly approached the "inconspicuous" takemichi, ignoring the stares of others. the guy with cold eyes brought a folding knife to the throat of the girl, who quietly oiknul.
- who are you? - izana narrowed his eyes, - are you a spy? it's better to tell the truth, if you don't want your face to be...
akane really wanted to intervene, she was already ready to defend sweet takemichi, but-
kurokawa didn't finish, as someone else's hand tried to push him away. of course, izana easily dodged, but someone pulled the unknown girl to him, hiding his body from the incredulous izana.
- and you? – the young man with a threatening grin asked a counter question, who tilted his head to the side, which caused the ringing sound of his earring to be heard.
hanagaki was flying in the clouds at the same time. she saw the real criminals! every employee in the club knew that this girl was a crazy fan of crime. you can call her crazy, but this adrenaline in her blood... she just stopped breathing because of excitement! someone even tried to threaten her!
takemichi looked at izana in a friendly way and smiled. well, she didn't really want to attract negative attention to her personality, so she decides to play the role of a cute girl. at least seishu's best friend works in the organization! she hoped koko liked her.
- hi, I'm michi-nii! and this is my dear kazu-chan, - she looked into the room, ignoring izana's hiss. the girl realized that everyone was looking at her now. takemichi thought she had nothing to lose, so she decided to have fun.
- haji-chan! I didn't know you had so many friends, - hanagaki went to koko, who in turn was silent, watching her light steps.
"haji-chan? by name? was koko telling the truth when he mentioned that they only talked a couple of times? " - rindou noticed this detail, not knowing what to do with it.
kokonoi spread his arms out to the sides, knowing full well what takemichi was going to do. this girl is insanely tactile. he realized this almost immediately when he first talked to her. as hanagaki herself said, "hugs give me the energy to be the best DJ!"
takemichi jumped into koko's arms and rubbed her cheek against his chest contentedly.
- warm,- she commented, inhaling his scent.
kokonoi pursed his lips, trying to suppress his embarrassment. damn, they should have an important deal right now, and here he is hugging a nice girl in front of all his colleagues! okay, it was takemichi, so... is everything okay? she's an exception.
- will you visit seishu-chan? he's working today…
- maybe, - koko answered vaguely, deciding to hug the DJ in return.
meanwhile, kakucho was in thought. a strange feeling took possession of him. as if he had seen her before…
- are you michi-nii?! and I'm senju kawaragi. In reality, you see even cuter than I imagined! - senju was the first to come out of her stupor.
- cuter? ah, thank you. you're pretty pretty too. I like your hair styling, - takemichi smiled softly without getting out of koko's arms.
- what's your name, princess? - ran asked the curious question, giving hanagaki a playful grin. koko prayed mentally. he didn't like what was happening-
- michi-nii, - she answered innocently, threw her body back and now hugged hajime from behind, putting her head on his shoulder.
- no, your real name, - rindou answered instead of his brother.
- mmm, it's a secret! - takemichi answered haitani, but threw attentive glances at the guy with the scar…
- I'm sorry, but, - the girl was now addressing him, - are you by any chance... kaku-chan? - hanagaki finally said, and hitto immediately remembered. this is the girl who protected him as a child…
- t-tak, - he started to speak, but someone interrupted him with a hand that impudently covered his mouth. kakuchou looked puzzled at hanagaki, who somehow jumped on him in two seconds. literally. she was sitting on his lap, and hitto couldn't help but freeze in shock because of this behavior. she looked rather embarrassed, but at the same time she was smiling broadly.
- no, no, you can't! let only haji-chan and kaku-chan know my name! special privileges!
kakuchou smiled slightly and sighed. ran wanted to be outraged, but ...
the frightened manager takemichi burst into the room, who almost fainted when he saw the DJ on the lap of the administrator bonten.
- takemichi! are you alive?! - chifuyu was already heading towards her, but she was faster. they were standing in the middle of the room, and hanagaki allowed matsuno to check her for any damage.
"well, at least they don't know my last name...!!!" she thought, putting her hand on chifuyu's shoulder with a sigh.
- your break ends in seven minutes, you know?! you need to be more responsible, hana-
michi swore softly, covering her mouth with her hand. kakuchou sympathized.
- don't shout my name to the whole world, asshole! - she dragged chifuyu to the exit, arguing with him.
- it was nice to talk to you! - she turned around and smiled brightly, and then left the room with an enraged matsuno.
- chifuyu, what the fu-
akane quickly closed the door and smiled innocently.
- so what will you order?