"Sakuragi?"

      Everyone looked back. At the entrance to the small street where were the redhead and the gang of Cobras stood frozen, there stood a tall figure with a bicycle.

       Hanamichi groaned inwardly. "Go away, stupid kitsune!" he shouted. "I'll deal with this all by myself!"

      For that he earned one more punch in his stomach. Gasping for air, Hanamichi barely suppressed tears of pain.

       "Do'aho," a voice sounded from close by.

       When the redhead opened his eyes, he found Rukawa standing in front of him. The fox-eyed boy with amazing accuracy, singled out the leader and faced him.

       "Let Sakuragi go," he said with his usual ice tone.

       Regarding the dark-haired basketball player with interest, the blonde asked. "Why? Why should I let him go?"

      "Because," replied Rukawa calmly.

       Surprised, the blonde lifted his eyebrow and started to see the new-comer with even more interest.

       "Crazy kitsune! Be gone!" growled Sakuragi. 'No way this kitsune can deal with whole gang. They will beat him up into bloody pulp.'

       The leader of Cobras cast a glance at the redhead boiling with annoyance and then again looked at Rukawa.

       "Yes... Kitsune...Beautiful kitsune," he agreed with the redhead's opinion. "Well, I'll set him free," he pointed at Sakuragi. "But under one condition...You will pay for his freedom...with your body."

      Sakuragi's eyes became very wide with shock. Rukawa, shocked as well, wordlessly stared at the blonde. The latter looked at the handsome dark-haired young man and cogitated with amusement whether he will agree or not.

      "So, good-looking, will you pay for him?"

       On Rukawa's face anoint was his usual expressionless mask.

      "Deal," he said calmly.

       Sakuragi's jaw fell down with a shock. 'He's...he's...gonna allow them to... to rape him . . . for my freedom?! Oh, shit!'

      Meanwhile, the blonde, Cobras' leader, contentedly smirked.

      "Then get undressed!" he ordered to Rukawa.

      "Yeah!" the Cobra's tumultuary shouts sounded everywhere. "Do it, good-looking! Do it!"

       Astonished, Sakuragi blinked. 'Oh, Kami-sama! These Cobras are all perverts!' he thought with horror.

       Rukawa threw a single look at the paled redhead, and slowly began to take his clothes off. With graceful, smooth, sensual movements he unbuttoned his shirt. With feline grace, he threw it off. Then he started to unto his belt.

      "Go! Go! Yes. . .! Oh, boy. . .!" The enthusiastic shouts were heard from different directions.

       Even Sakuragi gaped at the striptease that was done by his teammate. The slim, muscular body commanded general attention to itself. The pale skin softly glistened in moon light, making the dark-haired boy angelic. . .

       Sakuragi shuddered when he realized that Rukawa stood in the middle of the small dark street, dressed only in his shorts, with drooling, flustered, Cobras standing around him. They gloated over him with their eyes.

      In the meantime, their leader approached Rukawa. There were only a few inches were between them. Predatorily smiling, the blonde ran his hands over the muscular body of the dark-haired boy. "Beautiful," he murmured to himself.

      Sakuragi shuddered, looking as the leader of the gang touched Rukawa's torso, caressing the pale skin.

      'Interesting, is his skin as smooth as it looks?' thought the redhead boy. 'How do those muscles feel under fingertips. . .? What?!! Where did that came from?! Crazy kitsune. . .!

      Wha~?!!'

       Sakuragi was shocked, yet again, when the blonde-leader possessively pressed Rukawa to himself and attacked the dark-haired boy's lips with a hungry kiss. Rukawa's face remained unaffected. To Sakuragi's surprise and horror, after a small pause Rukawa had embraced the gangster. He slipped his hands around the blonde's waist and then under the leader's jacket. . .

  To be continued...