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The scent of smoke from cigarettes, drugs, and expensive perfume filled the club; bodies grinding or dancing against each other made everything feel more suffocating with not enough room to move freely without someone thinking the reason you brushed against them was an invitation or a threat. But honestly, Shuichi had been in worst locations. Being a detective can do that to you, to where seeing couples making out, having full on sex on a table you passed by, or people inhaling god knows what to get high, well, Shuichi had seen things like this many times and worse. Not to mention, his focus was on something else entirely as he navigated his way through the crowd with ease.

♫︎' you and I go hard
at each other like
we're going to war
you and I go rough
we keep throwing things
and slamming the doors ' ♫︎

The sound of music filled the club, along with chatter, both drunk and angry. But Shuichi was composed as he looked around, finally his eyes caught sight of someone.

There was a young male, young and pretty, with purple hair that seemed to bounce ever so slightly whenever he moved his head; his eyes a matching shade, but they held the expression of mischief and trouble. He traced his lower lip with a black gloved finger. His eyes on the playing cards in his hand. He was gambling with some strangers at a table up on the second floor of the club.

Shuichi, still standing in the middle of the dance floor, now made his way across the floor and up the stairs. There were tables and chairs everywhere, but the purple-headed male was sitting at a large one near the edge that had a view that overlooked the club below.

"Nishi~ Royal flush~" Kokichi announced, laying out his hand on the table for all to see, earning groans and complaints, but also awes and gasps from the two girls that sat beside him.

"You're amazing..!~"

"So incredible..!~"

Kokichi modestly shrugged, taking the cash and coins from the center of the table and adding them to his growing collection. "I am, aren't I ? " he agreed without hesitation. He most likely was just letting those girls so close, hugging his shoulders and being clingy because they fed his ego. He didn't even seem fazed nor interested in their thin, low cut, skin-tight dresses, nor their exposed thighs and cleavage. He just liked the words falling out of their overly glossed lips and how jealous all the other guys looked at the table.

Or most likely, because he knew eventually a certain detective would find him and get jealous. And that was even better than earning the envy of anyone else in the room.

"Too bad ! You all lose again!" Kokichi laughed, counting the cash he earned as the cards were being shuffled and dealt out. But just as Kokichi was handed out new cards, someone put a hand on his shoulder from behind.

"Oma."

Kokichi recognized that voice. He paused, acting surprised as if he wasnt expecting Shuichi to be here. Then Kokichi glanced up behind him. Just as he thought–