No, You Can't Have Her >:, ATTN: Woman?~!

[Chu Jung]

Jung crossed his arms, collared shirt creating an almost addicting 'fwip' as its material rubbed together. A smirk stay laden on his face, a small laugh escaping his lips as he glanced down at something in his right hand. 'Something' that would create multiple, hundreds, of blackmail opportunities for him. At least enough blackmail to not let her set the cops on him, as, after all, he was in her house. Unannounced. And probably not welcome.

He let his hand drop and returned his sight unto the sleeping form in front of him. It would've been rather cute if the sleeping form wasn't, well, her. Enzui had a knack for making things un-cute, it seemed. Still, even so, the mere fact she wasn't awake and being her usual self around him made her the tiniest bit more tolerable. Tiniest bit.

Letting out one last chuckle, Jung bent down and rocked her shoulders. "Ja, wake up." He held his right hand up to her, a photo in between his index finger and thumb. A photo, more specifically, of her, in a dress - pink, of course - and surrouned by dozens of the fluffiest, cutest stuffed animals money could buy. He grinned, as malicious as possible. "I never thought you'd look this good in a dress."

[Uchitoru Enzui]

Uuuugh.

Enzui's head felt like someone had hit her with a large, blunt object. Or that her orange juice that had tasted funny had had something besides an extra shot of Vitamin C inside it. Either way, there was something funky on her tongue, and running it along the roof of her mouth, Enzui discovered it to be fuzz.

Eww.

She hadn't opened her eyes just yet; when something pushed at her shoulders, they snapped open. SOMEONE IN MY HOUSE WUT--

"Ja, wake up."

...Jung?

Enzui stared, uncomprehending at the photo he held up in front of her face. It was...of her. In a pink dress. With ruffles. And...dozens of disturbing fluffy stuffed animals surrounding her. A thin shiver ran down her spine, and Enzui was suddenly all too awake.

She did NOT like that grin of his. Nasty. "I never thought you'd look this good in a dress."


"You little fucker," she said. "What the fuck. Seriously."

[Chu Jung]

Before she even groggily awoke Jung had an idea of what he was going to get, and 'fuck' was definitely a player. So when she eloquently explained her dislike in, "You little fucker. What the fuck. Seriously," Jung continued to grin.

"Good morning to you, too." He retracted the photo from her, partially surprised she didn't make a grab for it. Not that it mattered; he had copies. His arms crossed again, measuring her with a purposefully intentful gaze. "How was that orange juice, anyways?" His grin turned even more ill-intent, if possible.

He looked at the picture again, more for reinforcement then any interest. It was a real hassle getting that dress on her...though luckily she hadn't changed much since preschool. At least the dress ran cheap. "...I think you can already guess what this picture means."

[Uchitoru Enzui]

"Good morning to you, too." He took the photo away. Enzui stared blankly at him, wondering what the hell he was up to. "How was that orange juice, anyways?"

She twitched.

So he'd drugged her, and--

...

...changed her into a dress. Which involved getting her naked. Which meant Jung had seen her naked.

...

Brainfart.

"...I think you can already guess what this picture means."

"That you're a filthy dirty asshole who has some serious issues that need to be dealt with." Enzui's eye twitched. "Issue number one, Bitchery. Solved by a good kick to the balls. Mind if I help you with that?"

[Chu Jung]

"That you're a filthy dirty asshole who has some serious issues that need to be dealt with." Jung raised his eyebrow; did she just twitch? "Issue number one, Bitchery. Solved by a good kick to the balls. Mind if I help you with that?"

Jung feigned indifference, contemplating the picture again. "I think you have our roles reversed." Finally he pocketed the picture, head motioning to her as a hand absent-mindingly fixed his tie. "I'm used to undressing girls, anyways." He paused, head lazily falling back as he continued to survey her. "But I'm not used to undressing guys, and you got rather close."

The corners of his mouth began to move into a grin, but he paused. This wasn't a snide-bickering contest; he had forced his way into her house for a reason. Clearing his throat he began again. "It means you do whatever I want," He let his grin arise. "Unless you want this picture plastered onto Tokyo Square's wide-screen TV during rush hour? I'm sure it'd put a smile on many a person's face."

[Uchitoru Enzui]

"I think you have our roles reversed. I'm used to undressing girls, anyways."

Enzui scowled at him, for some reason more annoyed at that than she had any right to be. Her glare intensified as he...surveyed her like some sort of distasteful animal.

"But I'm not used to undressing guys, and you got rather close."

She crossed her arms and jutted out her lower lip in a pout, jaw tightening mullishly.

"It means you do whatever I want," and the stupid grin on his face widened. "Unless you want this picture plastered onto Tokyo Square's wide-screen TV during rush hour? I'm sure it'd put a smile on many a person's face."

Enzui supposed the bastard already had copies of the photo. And she wondered if all of them were of the same thi--

...

>:[

"What do you want?" Enzui demanded, restraining herself from punching her so-called Tuner in the face.

[Chu Jung]

"What do you want?"

...

He could practically feel her frusteration in not kicking him in the groin, right then and there.

He resisted the temptation to bat her jaw mock-affectionatly. "Aw, Enzui, you look so cute when you pout." He kept his voice level, soaking in the cruel pleasure of ticking her off. "But really, Enzui, what I want isn't all that bad."

His gold watch jangled as he took note of the time, shrugging as he looked back up. Oh, there was so many things he'd like her to do, but he only had prepared for one. "You just have to meet some people." A smile, with little to zero malice. "S'all."

[Uchitoru Enzui]

"Aw, Enzui, you look so cute when you pout. But really, Enzui, what I want isn't all that bad."

She stared, wondering if he honestly expected her to believe that after he went to so much trouble.

"You just have to meet some people. S'all."

She gave him a flat look. "....I don't have a choice, whatever. What do I have to do?"

[Chu Jung]

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Jung's watch rattled as he glanced at the time, it being nighttime all-too-obvious, what, with it being dark outside the building. A grin had, for more than a while, been plastered on his face, at times something much more than a grin of satisfaction and amusement.

Tonight he finally adorned a jacket with his collared shirt, a smooth cream color complimenting his hair in an odd elegance. One that he prided himself on, and anyone else should compliment heavily. After all, his tastes were near flawless. Speaking of which...

He looked over his shoulder, smiling amusedly. "Hope you like black. It certainly seems to be your color." His tone teetered between genuine and heartless insincerity; he wanted to compliment her seriously, for once, but that seemed so misplaced at the moment he would probably end up cracking up anyways if he tried.

[Uchitoru Enzui]

Enzui wanted to grab a glass of the oh-so-expensive looking wine put on in rows along the food tables. Then she wanted to drink it. Set it down. Pick up another. Drink that one. Rinse, wash, repeat.

And then she wanted to break one over Jung's head.

She fidgeted in her Little Black Dress, twitching spasmodically and looking generally uncomfortable. They hadn't yet met Jung's 'friends' and she was the most self-conscious she'd ever been in her life. Well...aside from that time in the girls bathroom--

"Hope you like black. It certainly seems to be your color."

"Oh shove it," Enzui said, smiling painfully. She twitched again. She felt so *naked* without her mask on...and really, if she didn't have the barest of hips, Enzui would have looked like a boy in a dress. Now she just looked like a slender girl in a dress, which was fine by her except for the. Whole. "Dress" part.

"When are we leaving?" she asked, still smiling that painful smile. She wanted outoutOUT.

[Chu Jung]

"Oh shove it," Enzui said, to which he caught her painfully smiling before he looked forward again. Jung wondered how long it had been since she had worn a dress....if she ever had.

"When are we leaving?"

Jung looked over his shoulder yet again, giving her a wry smile. "Relax, princess." He turned back, paused, and finally turned his entire body to face her. "You should stop smiling. You look rabid." He said matter-of-factly, head turning as he heard his name called.

Suddenly he smiled, its abrupt, complete goofyness in direct contrast to a mere second ago. Without looking back at her he took hold of her arm, his free arm raising up in greeting. Roughly he dragged her along, his sudden zeal causing him to momentarily forget she was actually capable of walking on her own.

He let her go as they reached a small, semi-secluded area, cushions lining the wall with two small, round tables. "Annyong ha shimnikka, Bae." His friend, Bae, looked back from talking to another man seated and grinned. The other nodded up to Jung from his seated position, whispering to the girl next to him. She shrugged, obviously discontent, but rose and left, giving Jung a glance-over as she passed. He didn't notice. His ridiculous grin still plastered on his face, Jung swept his arm out behind him, allowing them to see Enzui more clearly. "Bae, Tetsuo," Each looked to him, Tetsuo finally standing up. "Enzui." He let his arm drop, looking almost...proud of himself.

[Uchitoru Enzui]

"Relax, princess."

...Princess--

"You should stop smiling. You look rabid."

Enzui's smile slipped off, and she was about to show him how rabid she could get when someone called out Jung's name.

And then he smiled.

She wanted dearly to stay right where she was, away from the strange, goofy kind of smile that made it's way onto his face. But he decided taking hold of her arm and almost dragging her--as if Enzui couldn't walk on her own--was a better idea. He finally got her over to a semi-secluded area against the wall; cushions lined it, and there were about two round tables where three men and a female sat.

"Annyong ha shimnikka, Bae."

Annywhat... Enzui supposed it was a Korean greeting, making sure to subtly hide herself behind Jung. She resisted to urge to give him a swift kick in the behind and run out the door. Enzui gave said opening, located nearly fifty feet away, a longing glance before returning her stare to the others from underneath Jung's armpit.

A girl passed, glancing at Jung calculatingly in a way that for some reason had Enzui standing up a bit taller. Then she shrunk back down again; being around so many people was making her even more jittery than usual.

Crowds, crowds...Enzui never did well with crowds.

"Bae, Tetsuo," Eh, Jung was talking again. Enzui ignored him-- "Enzui."

And then her human shield went away.

The girl stared at the two men like a deer caught in the headlights. She was suddenly awkwardly, painfully aware that she was...lacking in feminity. Damn you, Jung, this is too awkward--

"HI," Enzui said, voice coming out slightly strangled and a bit louder than was necessary. She twitched a bit and forced herself not to smile nervously. Jung had probably been telling the truth about it looking rabid...

Her blue eyes flashed, and she fidgeted with the ends of her dress. It was much too short for her liking... ".........."

She couldn't think of anything to say. This was horrible.

"Nice to meet you," she muttered, reddening.

[Chu Jung]

Jung paid no mind to Enzui's actions behind him, instead anticipating anxiously what his friends would say. Both bowed their heads at Enzui's mutter of a greeting, rather confused faces on the both of them. Jung's ridiculous grin slowly slipped; obviously they wanted to say something, but none were actuallysaying anything.

"......" Bae, apparently the braver of the two, closed the distance between himself and Jung and whispered into his ear. "...Jung. That...is a girl, right?"

....

That simple, probably overly-used question had Jung oddly stumped. Oh, he knew the answer, a given, but. His mind was torn between understanding - the more reasonable side of his mind - and breaking his friend's nose - the less-than-reasonable side.

He chose somewhere in between.

Jung's hands found Bae's expensive, tailored suit, roughly pulling him away from his ear and staring at him, deadpan. "Well, what do you think, cho da?" Bae's eyebrows furrowed, his arm tugging Jung's grip off him, muttering something beneath his breath before nodding to Enzui in greeting.

Tetsuo watched the scene unfold with a passive air, grinning as the two fought. Still, Jung's reaction seemed to answer his own confusion, as he took the necessary steps and bowed deeply to Enzui, dramatically flourishing an arm. "A pleasure to meet such a gorgeous woman as yourself." He corrected himself, grinning charmingly. Jung clenched his jaw at the sight; if he was a flirt, Tetsuo was the flirting master.

This blackmail wasn't going exactly as planned.

[Uchitoru Enzui]

Enzui eyed Jung but decided to stay out of his scuffle. It was probably over something stupid, anyway.

One of the guys turned back to her, actually *bowing* and extending an arm to her with a flourish. Enzui wondered if he was for real or if he was mocking her.

"A pleasure to meet such a gorgeous woman as yourself." And he stood up, with a foolish-looking grin on his face.

Enzui wasn't sure if she was supposed to laugh or be offended. After teeter tottering for a second, she bowed herself, not really caring that her neckline wasn't modest enough for her to bend down. "And a pleasure to meet someone who knows how to treat girls like girls." Shooting a dirty look at Jung from underneath her bangs, Enzui finally straightened.

Having done things their way, the slight flush that had developed receded.

"So nice, really," she continued, but fell silent and turned her face away blithely from the dirty look of his own that Jung was no doubt sending her.

[Chu Jung]

Jung waited for Enzui's reply, fists clenching tighter and tighter. Be Enzui. Laugh. Tell him to shove off. Be a bitch the only time I want you to-

She bowed.

Fucki-

"And a pleasure to meet someone who knows how to treat girls like girls." He caught her look, torn between being helpless and acting stubborn. Relax, it's not like she'd do anything with him. Yeah. That calmed him, somewhat, and his fists relax-

"So nice, really," she continued, turning her face away. Tetsuo grinned, not bothering to check on Jung's reaction to his flirting. He probably already had his entire game plan down. Figuring she was open territory.

Which she wasn't.

His.

Suddenly the idea of her being swept off her feet seemed all-too-real and all-too-soon, and he found himself incredibly, drastically jealous, all proper and logical thought flying out the window. He knew what Tetsuo was going to do next, knew, and he found himself acting on a whim, determined to show Enzui wasn't eligible.

In one quick, fluid motion Jung had closed the gap between himself and Enzui, wrapping his arms around her midsection and allowing his chin to rest on her shoulder. "Sorry, Tetsuo." He looked to his friend, who had raised an eyebrow at the sudden intrusion. He grinned toothily, smug. "We're already together."