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{L'amoure Colore Hall / Red Room}

In a secluded section of the Moulin Rouge, away from all the bright lights, gaudy decorations, and pulsing music, there is a small hallway filled with rooms. There are only six of these rooms in total, each named and themed after the main colors of the rainbow,. Each room has a specific key, and all are reserved for the elite or special occasions. One of these elite, it seems, has decided to procure for himself and his guests the Red Room.

The Red Room, situated at the end of the hall, has the reputation of being the most 'intimate' of the rooms in the hall. Indeed, it is the most sought after, and the most legendary.

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"Hn.... Well then.... I wonder how long we'll have to wait for the guest of honor..."

Ichi Matsuhara sat comfortably perched on the edge of a desk, toying with the sleeve of his shirt as he mused out loud to himself. The room was dimly lit, utilizing all of the lights in the room and still managing to keep the sultry feel that was intended of a love hotel. He looked over his shoulder at the small figure sitting curled up on the extravagant bed that the room provided, then shook his head, as if expecting an answer to his question were a ludicrous thought. Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair, then reached into his shirt pocket to pull out a half-used pack of Newport cigarettes.

"You know, Momiko..... It's a very interesting thing." he continued to muse, this time speaking more directly to the girl on the bed, "I don't see you for almost ten years...... And when I finally find you, it feels like I'm being replaced."

Holding a cigarette in his mouth, he paused to fish around for the complimentary packet of hotel matches before grabbing them from one of the drawers beneath him and lighting up. Exhaling, he used the hand holding the cigarette to pat a spot next to him on the desk.

"That just can't happen. You'd never desert me, would you?"

After securing a key from the front desk for the 'Red Room' the young winged man walked down the hall. A cigarette dangled from his lips, half smoked already, he took another drag as he reached the door. He wore a pair of black leather pants with a studded belt to hold them in place, though they were tight enough to hug his hips anyway. He wore no shoes or socks, not getting dressed up for anyone, he was also missing a shirt, but that was more comfortable for him.

The ashes from his cigarette fluttered to the floor as he took the cigarette from his lips and tapped the aforementioned ashes off the end of it. He put it back to his lips as he took on last drag and snuffed it out and placed the butt in a strategically placed potted plant.

After running his hand through his shoulder length black hair that occasionally caught the light and had red mixed in it, he narrowed his emerald eyes and placed the key in the lock and turning it, opened the door.