Ultra Blue Violence (Dabi)

Chapter Eighty: Ecliptic Plane

That night, Miya emerges from black goop in a small side lane in Shinjuku City, Tokyo. The cold winter chill hits her exposed face and a chills racks through her body. Cars groan past on the main road and Tokyo's neon lights burns behind her eyes. There's thumping music coming from somewhere, and the chatter of people as they passed.

Just the place she's meant to be.

Miya steps out from behind a small van used to hide her teleportation. She's wearing a deep red dress that hugged her figure. The sleeves came down to her wrists, and the collar came up to her throat. Beneath the dress she wore thigh high nude stockings to hide the scars on her legs. Her blond hair was curled and her lips are painted red.

Three people have walked past her since and none have recognised her so far. She wasn't about to push it. Miya walks the short length of the side lane branching from the main road between two buildings. There are lots of young people walking. She's looking up at the signs of the building to her right. Restaurant... restaurant... cafe... money currency... Warp Shinjuku. The place she's looking for.

She heads into the building, keeping to the wall painted bright red with little colourful figures dancing. Warp Shinjuku should be right below her. She can feel the thump of music and voices traveling from the stairs descending into the ground. Miya's black heels clicked across the concrete, and she's clutching a black purse over her shoulder.

The cry of a siren screams past on the main road and Miya jumps, twisting on the first step. Her heart is racing and her eyes are wide. But the siren gradually fades. She continued.

A group of young adults are laughing with each other as they climb the stairs to street level. They're coated in sweat, the girl's makeup are ruined and the boys are too busy cracking jokes to even notice they walked past one of Japan's most wanted Villains.

It made Miya giddy. No one recognised her. Not in a tight dress and heels. Not in the one place they least expected her to be. Tonight she wasn't Japan's most wanted Villain, she was just a girl on a night out. Miya finds herself at the bottom of the stairs where it leads down a dark hall with a sign showing her the entrance to the club. The music was loud when she entered. Hot air hit her nose and suffocated the cold chill she brought down.

The bouncer stops her and asks for ID.

"Oh, I don't have any!" She shouts over the music. "My name is Stardust! You can tell Simon I'm here to see him!"

Shock flickered across the bouncer's face. He holds his right palm up to her where an eyeball blinks, looking her up and down. Miya's face contorts with disgust. The bouncer leans into her ear and loudly says,

"What brings Stardust to Warp?!"

"I'm here to see Simon!"

"Who's Simon?"

Miya steps back, her eyebrows came together. "What?! He runs the fucking club! The Russian prick I'm here to see!"

"Ahh, how do you know Simon?"

Miya shrugged dramatically. "Some contact, okay! Either let me in or I'll force my way in! I bet half these people here work for the Underground! I see about five guys with pistols already! I'll just kill them!"

The bouncer leans back, fixing his black suit. "I'll let Simon know you are here." he steps aside, holding out his arm, allowing her entrance. Miya rolls her eyes with a hefty scoff and marched into the club.

Hundreds of hot bodies danced against each other. Lights flashed and massive screens behind the big stage are constantly flickering with images as the DJ hypes the crowd. There's a bar to the far side of the club, and a VIP entrance to the other.