[Series] Contract Dating; Chapter 1 - Fallen.
[Rant.]
Hi all! :3 It's been a long time since I last posted, ne? Just wanna tell you all something: I FINISHED MY FINALS!! Completed the seven-bloody-day exams which banned me from my laptop for one and half months (I was online from my parents' PC and Mum's iPhone). Oh yeah did I mention that I passed my piano exam with merit? My piano teacher and Mum was saying I would fail the exam because I didn't practice much, but in the end I got higher marks than a friend of mine who practiced like hell. It's been almost two months since the news, by the way. Just bringing it up for fun. xD
Back to the main point. Take note that when I translated this fic, I had some parts of the sentences being cut off or added in. There're a lot of ways to express a character's feelings in Chinese writing and there're a lot of proverbs and such being used in the original text. I just translated it into sentences much easier to understand. Another thing that makes it hard to translate is that Chinese online writers tend to add improper words or 'internet language (which partially influenced by entertainment shows)' in their stories. Just doing explanation in case someone asks me why I cut off/add in stuff into the text.
Oh and, this is my first time writing in present tense 1st POV, so... please point out if I'm using the wrong tenses, thank you :)
Okay you may proceed to the fic. Sorry for ranting ^.^;;
Title: Contract Dating
Original author: yama君
Translation: hydeist_haido
Rating: R
Pairing/Characters: Gackt/Hyde, Tetsuya, Kristy (OC)
Notes: This is a translated fic for yuki_kumi. The original text is in Chinese ^.^
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, the OC and the plot.
Dim lights, noisy surroundings, bright appearances, an empty soul… What exactly do I live for? It makes my head ache; I won’t abuse my brain and thinking of this useless question. I lift the glass and sniff at its contents; the tantalizing aroma of wine fills my nostrils. I like this alcoholic drink as it allows me to forget what I’m thinking. It tastes like life, sweetness with a hint of bitter.
The man opposite the bar has been staring at me for quite some time. His gaze makes me wince. I’m not sensitive; it’s just that his vision seems too direct, like a lion gazing at its prey, once it set its eyes on the poor animal it will not let it go. Interesting, is it not? We all need something thrilling to make life more fascinating.
I smile at him as I lift my glass; he gives me a teasing grin in return, and then walks towards me.
“May I sit here?” his voice is surprisingly dull, but his tone showed me that I can’t refuse what he wants.
“Whatever,” I shrug but my smile does not disappear, I don’t have a choice do I? He is already pulling out the chair as he asks me his question. His question is merely because of courtesy.
I lean on my seat as my eyes examine him. This man… How to put it, his appearance and demeanour are both charming, but my sixth sense tells me something about him is not quite right. Perhaps it’s those crystalline blue eyes of his, as if he’s here to plunder. Very well, it sounds challenging. There’s always one who conquers and the other who is being conquered in human relationships.
Plus, he looks like those filthy rich men, a good client! I mock myself for the vulgar thought in my mind in secret; it has been a habit of my job. Pity, I’m not working on Sundays.
“I want you with me tonight!” His words are like an order, they make me uncomfortable.
“It’s a Sunday; I’m not working today!” I raise my head as I contradict with him, and when I see his blue eyes, it was as if a depthless abyss, I feel that I lack of confidence.
“Can’t you allow me just once?” Long fingers touch my chin, making me meet his gaze and look at his eyes. I want to move away from him, but I can’t although he is not using much of his strength, and I’m sure I can’t guarantee that he will not hurt me if I refuse.
“Well sure, depends on how much you’re willing to pay,” I whisper by his ear.
“I’ll give you the amount you want!” Ah, he’s as generous as I thought!
~*~
Working on Sunday is definitely not a smart move. My body is about to fall apart. I stand up and walk to the bathroom with difficulty, and step into the shower immediately. He left his scent on every inch of my skin, as if it will take a hard time washing it off. It is always like this, other people’s scent on me… And every time when I have finished business I’ll take a shower at once, hoping the water could wash away those dirty things, but isn’t my body as dirty as them? How can I be cleansed? People like me will go to hell after our death for sure… I touch the bruises he left on my body. How much time will it take to make that man’s marks disappear completely?
‘That man’! I don’t even know his name; still, I slept with him. It does not matter, does it? This is what my job is about, it is a trade of my body for money, and I don’t expect to know him after we finished business. People like me can’t have feelings for our clients; we would be a huge failure as exchange for that.
“I thought you have left,” That annoying voice again. He pushes open the bathroom door and leans against it. Those eyes…
“Out!” I throw a towel at him, “Don’t look at me!” Those eyes that seem to look at me scornfully, I hate them!
“You hadn’t answered my question!” He walks into the bathroom, every step that brings him closer to me, I feel my whole body shuddering.
Why didn’t I leave? My mind is being messed up, “B-Because,” I say as I bite my lower lip, “because I’m not that stupid to leave after sex, besides, the client’s so rich!” Yep, ‘money’ is the only reason why I stayed.
“Are you in need of money that much?” He hugs me from behind; I shudder as he bites my neck gently.
“People like you don’t know what it feels like to be in short of money, some people can trade everything they own, their dignity, body, and even their soul for money!” I push him away, refusing to catch on his scent again, but the more I struggle, the tighter his embrace becomes.
“There must be a reason that you it,” He turns me around to look at him, one hand around my waist while the other one touches my hair, “is it for a luxurious life or is it just to satisfy your vanity? They’re not what you want, right? What do you actually desire?”
“Don’t pull my leg! What do you know about what I want and don’t want, we just slept together once! Do you believe you can understand me? What I use the money for; it’s none of your business! If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me anyway.”
“I can’t tell that I’ll believe you if you don’t tell me.”
“Do you believe that I’m using that money to support my girlfriend’s expensive university fees?” I laugh mockingly as I told him that. Who would believe such nonsense? Nevertheless it seemed to be close to logic.
“I do,” He actually believes this truth! I don’t know I should feel glad or worry for him.
“You suffer the consequences if you trust others easily.”
“I had never trust others easily; I only believe in what I think is true, and makes sense.”
What an arrogant and egoistic person. “You don’t tell lies, do you?”
I’m not a good liar, but what I said had always been considered as a lie to my other clients. Should I be glad that someone finally believes me? Or do I have to straighten up my defenses to someone like him?
“I like you.”
“Buy me with money then!"