“Red Lights & Rebu”

🔥 Chapter 6 – "Red Lights & Rebu"

[Red-Light District – Neon Hour]

Neon spells danced across the night sky as Shiro walked between Lena and Grakka—both bad as hell, both actin' real suspicious.

Shiro arched a brow.

"So… how the hell y'all know where I was gonna be?"

They started whistling offbeat like two crooks caught mid-heist.

"Naw, fr. Y'all was knocked out cold. I heard Grakka snore—ain't no way y'all heard that convo."

He turned his head, staring straight at Lena.

"You did some weird-ass magic Airtag bullshit, huh?"

Lena laughed nervously, her eyes darting.

"Me? Never! That's… such a specific accusation~"

Grakka folded her arms, snapping.

"Who cares how we found you—point is, you out here wasting stamina on other bitches. We should cut your damn bar in half."

Shiro chuckled, lips twitching.

"Ohhh, someone's jealous."

He leaned in close, voice dropping.

"Relax. I'm giving y'all my full, undivided attention tonight. Matter fact…"

He looked Lena up and down.

"You? Definitely deserve punishment."

Both women paused. Blushes crept in fast. Grakka bit her lip. Lena stumbled over her words.

"I-I was just… pickin' up some stuff! Handle some contracts…"

"Mhm." Shiro winked.

"And accidentally found me. While runnin' 'errands.' Right."

🚗 Enter the Ride:Rebu

A sleek obsidian vehicle pulled up beside them—a floating beast with green rune-tread rims and a snarling serpent sigil on the hood. Runes flickered across the window:

>> Welcome to: Rebu <<

>> Riders: Shiro + 2 Dangerous Women <<

Grakka squinted at it.

"This thing even legal?"

Shiro smirked.

"Half the fun's not knowin'."

The door hissed open, revealing black beast-leather seats, claw marks on the ceiling, and a bottle of something glowing in the cupholder.

The AI spoke, dry as hell:

"Welcome, Mr. Shiro. Please refrain from fighting, mating, or eating the upholstery."

📱 Meanwhile… Dez Is Running for His Life

[Back Alley – Closed Market District]

Dez zipped his pants, stretching.

"Damn… that girl got cardio."

Then he froze.

Three tall, cloaked figures stood at the alley's edge. Their hoods bore the twisted Eye—Obsidian Choir.

"…Nope."

Dez turned and bolted.

"Shitshitshit—"

He ran wild, hair flying, trying to type on his relic phone as he moved. While typing a message, he tripped on a barrel.

"FUCK—my damn foot—wait, NO—!"

The phone slipped, bounced, and cracked on the stone.

Just long enough to send:

To: Shiro

its te org. after . will lose em. dont wait.

(plus a bunch of gibberish)

Then it died.

🏃‍♂️ Dez Ducks & Hides

He vaulted a fence, slid under a cart, dove into an open cellar door.

"Please be food. Please be booze. Please don't be a trap."

Familiar room. Same scent.

A soft voice purred from behind:

"Back for round two already?"

Dez turned. The same dark elf chick stood there, shirt barely buttoned, bottle in hand.

He slumped.

"Yeah. But also hiding from people with knives. Can I crash?"

She smirked.

"Crash, nap, or smash again?"

Dez dropped to the floor.

"…All three. In that order."

💋 Back in the Rebu – Horny Tension Rises

Inside the ride, Lena sat with her clipboard, trying to focus. Her legs kept brushing Shiro's. Grakka stared at him, heavy-eyed, her hand sliding onto his thigh.

Lena:

"Okay… three pickups left. Then I gotta drop off this contract to—ah!"

Shiro's fingers grazed her lower back.

"You tense. Let me fix that later."

Grakka:

"Later? No. You got two hands—use 'em. If that tongue's just for talkin', I'm uninstalling you from the harem."

They were breathing heavier now.

Shiro grinned.

"Y'all actin' like I'm the one who can't behave. Admit it—you brought me just to get hot watchin' me flirt."

The car rocked slightly.

Rebu AI:

"Warning: flirt level rising. Interior temperature exceeding safe threshold. Please hydrate."

Shiro chuckled and glanced at his phone.

1 Message.

"Huh…?" He tapped it.

"WTF Dez…"

Gibberish. He squinted, shook his head, and slid the phone back in his pocket.

"He drunk."

🕐 1:20 AM – Lena's Crib

They pulled up to Lena's place—quiet, high-walled, surrounded by glowing glyph wards.

Inside, it was moody: velvet couches, low lights, and that soft Trapsoul music on loop.

Lena and Grakka led the way, swaying their hips hard enough to hypnotize.

Shiro followed, tired but very down for a session.

Then—Facetime call.

He looked at the screen.

"Elva (Dark Elf 🥵💦)"

He answered with a grin.

"Ayyye, Dez? I see you, boy. That the elf? You ain't let me down."

Dez, voice serious now:

"You get my message?"

"You mean that gibberish? Yeah—I thought you was drunk."

"Nah bro. I just got chased. Obsidian."

Shiro sat up.

"Damn. You serious?"

"Deadass. I dropped my phone trying to warn you. Just got that damn relic upgraded too…"

Shiro looked at his phone, holding back a laugh.

"What the fuck you laughin' for?" Dez snapped.

"What happened to Mr. Got-It-On-Me? You ain't blow that motherfucker up?"

"Man, I was nervous!"

The dark elf beside Dez started braiding his hair.

Shiro narrowed his eyes.

"Wait… did they see where you dropped it?"

"Eh… Iunno."

Shiro's face dropped.

"Dawg. If they find it, they got our convos. They'll know about me."

"…Shit."

"And don't lie—do you still got those sneaky-ass pics of me?"

Dez, sheepish:

"Ehh… welllllll…"

"You motherfucker! I told you delete that shit—I hate takin' pics, bastard! Now they probably got my damn face scanned!"

"My bad G, you my best friend! What kinda bro doesn't keep photos of the bro?"

Shiro sighed, rubbing his temples.

"Yeah yeah… Aye, lay low. I'll hit you in the morning. I got somethin' to handle."

"Bet. Me too."

(Dez leans back while the elf massages his shoulders.)

Shiro hung up.

He sat there, thinking—Lena and Grakka already rubbing his back, kissing along his shoulders, unbothered.

The danger could wait.

For now… he had other problems to handle.