My Dirty Little Secret

|Secret Twelve: Vincent Phantomhive|

Vincent stared at the card. He looked at it over again and again. He fiddled with it. He questioned it. Should he go to that strip club? Should he meddle with his son's life? The answer was yes, of course he should, that was his favorite pastime. He loved knowing what his child was up to. Even though it didn't seem like it, he was a very observant parent. He hated the way his son would always concern himself with him. It worried the father more than anything. His son should be living a carefree life doing as he pleased instead of worrying about his father all the time.

Maybe the people in this club would help him grow out of that habit. Maybe he could finally move on with his life. Well, there was only way to find out and that was to go to Svante himself. He needed to know what kind of people were there. He needed to know if he could trust them with his son. Should he become a real parent? Or should he continue to feign ignorance?

Today was one of the rare days that Vincent didn't have to worry about going to work the next day. He also didn't have to worry about Ciel finding him at Svante. His son was currently being forced to spend the night at Angelia's place and help her with a school event of some sorts. Vincent grabbed the bike he managed to find in a dumpster and traveled to the establishment. He looked up the directions by 'borrowing' one of his co-worker's phones. They wouldn't mind, probably. Who would care about having a strip club in their search history? That's fine, right? Vincent snickered. He would never be able to use that phone again. That's fine. He probably wouldn't have to in the future anyways. He could always go to someone else and use their phone.

Surprisingly, it didn't take as long as he thought it would to get to Svante. Vincent threw his bike in some location. He was almost 100% certain that no one would want to steal that piece of junk, (even though he had). The moment he walked into Svante's doors he was surprised. It wasn't like what he'd imagined. It was much better than that. Vincent laughed as he imagined the face of his son when he first walked in. What kind of face was it? He wished he had been there to see. 

The first thing Vincent noticed was The Undertaker in the middle of a performance. Vincent sighed, cursing himself, for if he noticed The Undertaker, it would be certain that The Undertaker noticed him too. The second thing was the bar. He walked over and sat down. Izaya stood there with an odd sense of deja vu. Ciel had done the same exact thing. Not to mention the fact that this man fit The Undertaker's exact description of what Ciel should become if he wanted to be The Undertaker's type.

So, this must be Vincent Phantomhive. Izaya couldn't help but laugh. What would people say if they saw him now? Poor and in a strip club? He'd love to see those headlines. 'Vincent Phantomhive reaches a new low and becomes a stripper.' or 'Mr. Phantomhive's Real Reason for Divorce: He Likes Dick!'

"I don't appreciate being laughed at, Izaya," Vincent smiled, albeit angrily. Izaya jumped. He wasn't expecting him to know who he was. "It's kind of hard not to know who you are. I did live in Japan for a while. You're quite infamous over there...at least in Ikebukuro," Shizuo snorted at this. It wasn't often that Izaya was caught off guard by someone. The last time someone had managed to do this was when they were looking for chefs to run the kitchen in day Svante. Hiroomi Souma, Shizuo thought he might be the only man who could outsmart his husband, if Izaya ever let his guard down, that is. Shizuo had confidence in his husband's ability to be a terrible person, so the chances of that happening aren't very likely.

"What brings you here, Vince?" Izaya smiled back, leaning on the counter, trying so hard not to murder Ciel's father. Shizuo snickered. He loved it when Izaya got knocked down from his pedestal. It reminded Shizuo that Izaya was human too. 

"I wanted to know what kind of place Svante was, but I wasn't expecting it to be run by an informant and the hulk," Vincent wanted to laugh so hard at Shizuo's face. He almost dropped the drink he was serving when he heard 'the hulk.' Never put two people together, who love teasing, there will be a war, Shizuo concluded, and everyone around will be involved.