Working the Street~ Episode 5
TITLE : Working the Street~
AUTHOR : My dear Senpai in other fandom, and me for some revision.
GENRE: Shonen-Ai, AU.
PAIRING(S) : ChiiTaro (main), TakaChii (One-sided) and some random pairings.
RATING : R or above, I’m not sure.
WORDS COUNT : 2108.
WARNING : An extremely-foul-mouth Chii, mentions of abuse, massive sexual contents, some of adult issues, OOC-ness.
SUMMARY : I’ts a story about two kids, yeah, two young boys trying to make some sense of a world that has lost it long ago...
DISCLAIMER : I wish I own Ryutaro. But hell no!!! Nai..nai…nai.
A/N : (1). Sorry for the late update (it’s already a week from the last I’m updated this story ne? ), my college assignments is really torn me out. But anyway, this is episode 5 for you guys. Hope this episode isn’t boring as the previous one…
(2). As usual, your comments are appreciated and loved <33333.
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Episode 5 ~ Knocking on Heaven’s door ~
Ryutaro looked out of the large window in Chinen's small apartment. The sun was about to rise. The sky slowly turned from dark blue to violet blending in shades of burgundy over the irregular Tokyo skyline.
“Well, Ryutaro... it’s been a neat Christmas, right?”
“Un.” Ryutaro nodded smiling.
“You got your ramen, your fireworks, I mooned you, and gave you hot-chocolate as a plus.” Chinen said smirking, rubbing his stomach and taking off his briefs... again.
“Yeah... More than I expected.” Ryutaro chuckled trying to keep his eyes off Chinen’s naked body stretching in front of him.
“Let’s sleep.” Chinen said after yawning. “We need rest.”
“Oh... I have to leave soon. Religious service will start in about two hours...”
“Huh? You’ll go to church?” Chinen asked somewhat surprised.
“Well, kinda... People there always give some charities. It’s a good place to go and get good money.” Ryutaro explained smiling.
“Get outta here...” Chinen answered chuckling.
“It’s true. I can make about 3000 yen on a day like this...”
“3000? Cheap bastards... I thought you had said good money...”
“3000 is a lot. I barely made 500 yen last night...”
“I was about to make... hmm... 20000 yen last night, before you decided to play dead in front of my client’s car. Now 20000 yen is good money, 3000 yen isn’t...”
“My money is honest, decent and clean. I don’t have to sell my body to make it, you know? And I’d rather keep it that way...” Ryutaro protested.
“Well...” Chinen stopped to ponder for a second. “In truth, it isn’t. You are more or less the same kind of bullshit that Santa is...”
“What?”
“Yeah. Those people aren’t giving you money cuz they want to help you. If they did want to help you they’d do something better than dropping a few coins in your crappy box. Actually, they are paying some sort of tax... or a kind of toll. In their distorted perception of reality, they think if they give you a few coins, they'll be spared of hell or something like that. They are paying their entrance ticket to Heaven, in easy installments. They don't give charity to help you. They give it to help themselves.
You are, in their sick minds, God’s representative. They are paying you their stay in Heaven. They are giving you money like an insurance against having to live a reality like yours. They believe if they give you money, God will smile upon them and won't let them go under the same kind of life you are living... so that they won't have to resort to mendicancy.
You are a sort of big poser like Santa Claus. A huge lie they want to believe... they wish to think if they give you money, they’ll be saved... of something. But that is bullshit. Everything is bullshit.
You think they are good, but they aren’t. They are just as selfish as your parents are. They don’t give a shit. Last night they would have let you die on the street, but this morning they’ll give you coins for charity at the church door... of course... they must think God will have a clearer shot of their support for mendicancy if they do it near church... They play safe.”
“I don’t care about the reasons, I just want to buy myself lunch...” Ryutaro answered bitterly.
“Of course. That doesn’t take from the fact that you are a poser, just like Santa. They don’t give you money; they give money to the thing they think you represent. You are like parents sneaking to place presents by the Christmas tree at night for their children to find in the morning. A fake. Now if you are OK with being a fake...”
“I’m not a fake! I never said ‘Give me money and you’ll get to Heaven easily’! That’s not the way it is!”
“Maybe you didn’t say it, but it’s implicit. And by going there you reinforce their fucked-up belief and even take advantage of it to your avail. But well... it serves your purpose, after all. Just like your parents, you are also selfish...”
“What the hell are you talking about!?” Ryutaro protested angrily.
“Truth hurts, right? Must run in the blood...” Chinen shrugged.
“You have no right to speak to me like that!” Ryutaro bellowed getting up.
“Don’t get that pissed-off, man... It’s time for you to grow up. Life is a bitch, and we are all sons of a bitch, so at least, know it.”
“And who do you think you are to speak with such authority?!” Ryutaro raised his voice in irritation.
“Oh, I’m nobody. But I used to have a client who was a preacher... hehehe... He used to tell me very interesting things that---...”
“I’ve had it. That’s enough!” Ryutaro said moving towards the heap of clothes he had on before having taken a shower.
“I can offer you a deal, though...” Chinen started, moving fast in order to stand in front of the clothes heap.
“What deal?” Ryutaro asked in annoyance.
“Stay here. Sleep with me. I’ll give you 4000 yen, a clean 4000 yen.”
“What?!”
“No sex. If that’s your concern. I already told you, you can’t afford sex with me, and I don’t play for free.”
“Wha---...?”
“I can do with the company...” Chinen shrugged.
“You... are...?”
“I’m paying you to keep me company. That’s right. First step to becoming a whore, Ryutaro... but you want to keep your tummy warm, don’t you?”
“I...”
“We all do...”
“I...”
“Come on! How long has it been since you last slept on a comfy bed. Warm, with a clean cover and sheets...?”
“Uh... long...”
“And you get 4000 yen as an extra...”
“But...”
“You can tell your bum friends you made that at church, if it makes you feel better. Add up yet another lie, it won’t make a difference...”
“Chinen-kun, I...”
“I won’t touch you.”
“You...”
“I swear.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“Cuz remembering all that, and then hearing your story... made me feel kinda... funny... and lonely...”
“I mean...”
“Well, say yes or no. Stop stammering, you, moron.”
“Uh... OK. OK, I’ll stay. I’ll stay and keep you company...”
“Great. Let’s go to bed, ne?”
“Uh... un.”
“...and you are good looking and pretty cute too...”
“Oe!”
“Joking, man...”
Chinen pulled the sheets apart and sat on the bed grinning widely. His experience when it came to talking someone into something was rather good. For years he had had to talk the toughest person into doing the thing he considered right and accepting his occupation. The toughest person in the world: himself.
Ryutaro, a little indecisively, got on the bed and nestled himself in a corner, almost shyly looking to avoid any contact with Chinen.
The bed was wide, maybe too wide for that kind of small apartment, but then again it was probably the best suited size for its purpose... after all it was a working tool for Chinen.
“Don’t be shy... come closer...” Chinen said mischievously, and slipped under the covers until his head rested on the soft and white pillow.
Ryutaro nodded and did the same with a bit of hesitancy.
Chinen put a dark eye-mask on, and taunting he turned off the night table lamp.
“Oyasumi, Ryuu-chan...” he mumbled almost unintelligibly.
“Oyasumi, Chinen-kun...” Ryutaro answered keeping his open eyes glued to the ceiling that was giving him shelter, at least for one night.
Daylight woke Ryutaro up. He didn't remember when he had fallen asleep... or how long he had been sleeping. In any case, it had felt incredibly good. His mind took a few seconds to register where he was, and suddenly the memories of the previous night returned from the lethargy of dream.
He turned his head and watched Chinen sleeping and hugging a pillow... his mouth gaping, he was practically slobbering on the soft material.
“He’s cute...” Ryutaro observed... “...so damn cute...” He sat up on the bed, turned to his right in order to get out of it when a sudden movement surprised him. Next thing he registered was Chinen's hand clinging strongly to his arm.
“Huh?” Ryutaro turned his head again and stared at Chinen.
Chinen took off the eye-mask rapidly and blinked for an instant trying to focus his eyes.
“Ah... it's you, Ryutaro...”
“Who did you think it was?”
“Conditioned reflex... against hit and run clients...” Chinen murmured and yawned. “What time is it?”
Ryutaro pointed at the alarm clock beside Chinen’s side of the bed.
“Uh... right. 8 o’ clock. Go back to sleep, moron.” Chinen mumbled and tugged from Ryutaro’s arm.
“I should really get going, Chinen...”
“A few hours of sleep is nothing. You gotta get at least 8 hours to be sound and healthy.”
“Well, yeah, I know... but I’ve got stuff to do... and maybe so do you...”
“What stuff? Greedy boy... I’m giving you 4000 yen for your company...”
“It’s OK, you needn’t give me money. The cup of ramen you gave me is enough, actually...” Ryutaro said smiling. “To be honest, you already gave me a lot...”
“Shut the fuck up and go back to sleep.” Chinen mumbled against the pillow.
“Chinen-kun... I have stuff to do, and my fellows might be worried about me too. I really gotta go.”
“Don’t go...” Chinen moaned turning his head to face Ryutaro, and reluctantly opened his eyes again.
“Listen, I'm gonna be at the church entrance, faking the ticket-seller for Heaven until around 2 PM. You can meet me there, if you wish...” Ryutaro said smiling calmly.
“Hmph... I gotta see my boss and put up with his nagging...”
“Then, I’ll be around the train station later...”
“OK...” Chinen sighed unwillingly and opened a drawer of his night table. “There you go. Thanks for staying.” He said shoving a roll of bills into Ryutaro’s hand.
“No... You don’t need to...”
“Take it. Don't belittle me.”
“I'm not belittling you, Chinen-kun... it's just that...”
“My money isn’t good?”
“Hmm... I don't wanna talk about it. Let's say, it's not necessary.”
“Take it and stop being so patronizing! You can’t afford to!” Chinen yelled and pushed the bills inside Ryutaro's hand.
“Chinen-kun... I... actually...” Ryutaro motioned to leave the money on the night table.
“If you don’t take the fucking money, I’ll punch you!”
“OK. OK.”
Ryutaro took the money, got dressed and walked towards the door. Chinen's eyes were glued to the other boy’s back. Ryutaro could almost feel the stabbing stare, somewhere between bitter and supplicant.
“Are you coming back?”
“I don’t know, Chinen-kun. If you work here, maybe it’d be better to see each other at some other place.”
“Sure... I got it. You contempt me...”
“It’s not contempt, Chinen-kun. I don't approve of your job, but you know what? Everything that happened last night was good in truth, cuz it gave me strength. I think I’m gonna start looking for a new job today... for both of us...”
“Don’t bother about me. I’m OK the way I am.”
“I’d love to be work-mates with you, you know? I mean work together...” Ryutaro said smiling broadly.
“Well, I can train you...” Chinen grinned from the bed.
“I don’t mean that!” Ryutaro protested erasing his smile completely.
“I’m not gonna be stuck in a misery-paying job when I can make big bucks with my present job. Are you crazy, deaf or what?”
“I wanna help you, Chinen...” Ryutaro turned a few steps away from the door and watched the other boy with supplicant eyes. Small and childish, sitting on the bed, Chinen was just as frail as Ryutaro was.
“You helped me last night. You helped me a lot. Now I wanna help you.” Ryutaro tried again.
“You can’t.” Chinen snapped bitterly.
“Yes, I can. Let me try...”
“You can’t cuz I don’t need the kind of help you wanna give me. Actually, you are just as selfish as your parents. You don’t want to give me anything other than what you want. You don’t even know what I might need...”
“Mou Ii....” Ryutaro snapped rather upset. “Have it your way.”
“You leaving?”
“Hai.”
“Goodbye then. I wish next time nobody saves you and you die on the street with your butt turned into an iceberg!” Chinen screamed in fury and threw his pillow at Ryutaro.
“Brat...” Ryutaro mumbled dodging the pillow and walked out of the apartment. “Damned brat...”Chinen put his eye-mask back on and turned in bed, very upset, in order to keep sleeping.
“Damned idiot...” he mumbled. “What the hell do you know, after all...?”
AUTHOR : My dear Senpai in other fandom, and me for some revision.
GENRE: Shonen-Ai, AU.
PAIRING(S) : ChiiTaro (main), TakaChii (One-sided) and some random pairings.
RATING : R or above, I’m not sure.
WORDS COUNT : 2108.
WARNING : An extremely-foul-mouth Chii, mentions of abuse, massive sexual contents, some of adult issues, OOC-ness.
SUMMARY : I’ts a story about two kids, yeah, two young boys trying to make some sense of a world that has lost it long ago...
DISCLAIMER : I wish I own Ryutaro. But hell no!!! Nai..nai…nai.
A/N : (1). Sorry for the late update (it’s already a week from the last I’m updated this story ne? ), my college assignments is really torn me out. But anyway, this is episode 5 for you guys. Hope this episode isn’t boring as the previous one…
(2). As usual, your comments are appreciated and loved <33333.
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Episode 5 ~ Knocking on Heaven’s door ~
Ryutaro looked out of the large window in Chinen's small apartment. The sun was about to rise. The sky slowly turned from dark blue to violet blending in shades of burgundy over the irregular Tokyo skyline.
“Well, Ryutaro... it’s been a neat Christmas, right?”
“Un.” Ryutaro nodded smiling.
“You got your ramen, your fireworks, I mooned you, and gave you hot-chocolate as a plus.” Chinen said smirking, rubbing his stomach and taking off his briefs... again.
“Yeah... More than I expected.” Ryutaro chuckled trying to keep his eyes off Chinen’s naked body stretching in front of him.
“Let’s sleep.” Chinen said after yawning. “We need rest.”
“Oh... I have to leave soon. Religious service will start in about two hours...”
“Huh? You’ll go to church?” Chinen asked somewhat surprised.
“Well, kinda... People there always give some charities. It’s a good place to go and get good money.” Ryutaro explained smiling.
“Get outta here...” Chinen answered chuckling.
“It’s true. I can make about 3000 yen on a day like this...”
“3000? Cheap bastards... I thought you had said good money...”
“3000 is a lot. I barely made 500 yen last night...”
“I was about to make... hmm... 20000 yen last night, before you decided to play dead in front of my client’s car. Now 20000 yen is good money, 3000 yen isn’t...”
“My money is honest, decent and clean. I don’t have to sell my body to make it, you know? And I’d rather keep it that way...” Ryutaro protested.
“Well...” Chinen stopped to ponder for a second. “In truth, it isn’t. You are more or less the same kind of bullshit that Santa is...”
“What?”
“Yeah. Those people aren’t giving you money cuz they want to help you. If they did want to help you they’d do something better than dropping a few coins in your crappy box. Actually, they are paying some sort of tax... or a kind of toll. In their distorted perception of reality, they think if they give you a few coins, they'll be spared of hell or something like that. They are paying their entrance ticket to Heaven, in easy installments. They don't give charity to help you. They give it to help themselves.
You are, in their sick minds, God’s representative. They are paying you their stay in Heaven. They are giving you money like an insurance against having to live a reality like yours. They believe if they give you money, God will smile upon them and won't let them go under the same kind of life you are living... so that they won't have to resort to mendicancy.
You are a sort of big poser like Santa Claus. A huge lie they want to believe... they wish to think if they give you money, they’ll be saved... of something. But that is bullshit. Everything is bullshit.
You think they are good, but they aren’t. They are just as selfish as your parents are. They don’t give a shit. Last night they would have let you die on the street, but this morning they’ll give you coins for charity at the church door... of course... they must think God will have a clearer shot of their support for mendicancy if they do it near church... They play safe.”
“I don’t care about the reasons, I just want to buy myself lunch...” Ryutaro answered bitterly.
“Of course. That doesn’t take from the fact that you are a poser, just like Santa. They don’t give you money; they give money to the thing they think you represent. You are like parents sneaking to place presents by the Christmas tree at night for their children to find in the morning. A fake. Now if you are OK with being a fake...”
“I’m not a fake! I never said ‘Give me money and you’ll get to Heaven easily’! That’s not the way it is!”
“Maybe you didn’t say it, but it’s implicit. And by going there you reinforce their fucked-up belief and even take advantage of it to your avail. But well... it serves your purpose, after all. Just like your parents, you are also selfish...”
“What the hell are you talking about!?” Ryutaro protested angrily.
“Truth hurts, right? Must run in the blood...” Chinen shrugged.
“You have no right to speak to me like that!” Ryutaro bellowed getting up.
“Don’t get that pissed-off, man... It’s time for you to grow up. Life is a bitch, and we are all sons of a bitch, so at least, know it.”
“And who do you think you are to speak with such authority?!” Ryutaro raised his voice in irritation.
“Oh, I’m nobody. But I used to have a client who was a preacher... hehehe... He used to tell me very interesting things that---...”
“I’ve had it. That’s enough!” Ryutaro said moving towards the heap of clothes he had on before having taken a shower.
“I can offer you a deal, though...” Chinen started, moving fast in order to stand in front of the clothes heap.
“What deal?” Ryutaro asked in annoyance.
“Stay here. Sleep with me. I’ll give you 4000 yen, a clean 4000 yen.”
“What?!”
“No sex. If that’s your concern. I already told you, you can’t afford sex with me, and I don’t play for free.”
“Wha---...?”
“I can do with the company...” Chinen shrugged.
“You... are...?”
“I’m paying you to keep me company. That’s right. First step to becoming a whore, Ryutaro... but you want to keep your tummy warm, don’t you?”
“I...”
“We all do...”
“I...”
“Come on! How long has it been since you last slept on a comfy bed. Warm, with a clean cover and sheets...?”
“Uh... long...”
“And you get 4000 yen as an extra...”
“But...”
“You can tell your bum friends you made that at church, if it makes you feel better. Add up yet another lie, it won’t make a difference...”
“Chinen-kun, I...”
“I won’t touch you.”
“You...”
“I swear.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“Cuz remembering all that, and then hearing your story... made me feel kinda... funny... and lonely...”
“I mean...”
“Well, say yes or no. Stop stammering, you, moron.”
“Uh... OK. OK, I’ll stay. I’ll stay and keep you company...”
“Great. Let’s go to bed, ne?”
“Uh... un.”
“...and you are good looking and pretty cute too...”
“Oe!”
“Joking, man...”
Chinen pulled the sheets apart and sat on the bed grinning widely. His experience when it came to talking someone into something was rather good. For years he had had to talk the toughest person into doing the thing he considered right and accepting his occupation. The toughest person in the world: himself.
Ryutaro, a little indecisively, got on the bed and nestled himself in a corner, almost shyly looking to avoid any contact with Chinen.
The bed was wide, maybe too wide for that kind of small apartment, but then again it was probably the best suited size for its purpose... after all it was a working tool for Chinen.
“Don’t be shy... come closer...” Chinen said mischievously, and slipped under the covers until his head rested on the soft and white pillow.
Ryutaro nodded and did the same with a bit of hesitancy.
Chinen put a dark eye-mask on, and taunting he turned off the night table lamp.
“Oyasumi, Ryuu-chan...” he mumbled almost unintelligibly.
“Oyasumi, Chinen-kun...” Ryutaro answered keeping his open eyes glued to the ceiling that was giving him shelter, at least for one night.
Daylight woke Ryutaro up. He didn't remember when he had fallen asleep... or how long he had been sleeping. In any case, it had felt incredibly good. His mind took a few seconds to register where he was, and suddenly the memories of the previous night returned from the lethargy of dream.
He turned his head and watched Chinen sleeping and hugging a pillow... his mouth gaping, he was practically slobbering on the soft material.
“He’s cute...” Ryutaro observed... “...so damn cute...” He sat up on the bed, turned to his right in order to get out of it when a sudden movement surprised him. Next thing he registered was Chinen's hand clinging strongly to his arm.
“Huh?” Ryutaro turned his head again and stared at Chinen.
Chinen took off the eye-mask rapidly and blinked for an instant trying to focus his eyes.
“Ah... it's you, Ryutaro...”
“Who did you think it was?”
“Conditioned reflex... against hit and run clients...” Chinen murmured and yawned. “What time is it?”
Ryutaro pointed at the alarm clock beside Chinen’s side of the bed.
“Uh... right. 8 o’ clock. Go back to sleep, moron.” Chinen mumbled and tugged from Ryutaro’s arm.
“I should really get going, Chinen...”
“A few hours of sleep is nothing. You gotta get at least 8 hours to be sound and healthy.”
“Well, yeah, I know... but I’ve got stuff to do... and maybe so do you...”
“What stuff? Greedy boy... I’m giving you 4000 yen for your company...”
“It’s OK, you needn’t give me money. The cup of ramen you gave me is enough, actually...” Ryutaro said smiling. “To be honest, you already gave me a lot...”
“Shut the fuck up and go back to sleep.” Chinen mumbled against the pillow.
“Chinen-kun... I have stuff to do, and my fellows might be worried about me too. I really gotta go.”
“Don’t go...” Chinen moaned turning his head to face Ryutaro, and reluctantly opened his eyes again.
“Listen, I'm gonna be at the church entrance, faking the ticket-seller for Heaven until around 2 PM. You can meet me there, if you wish...” Ryutaro said smiling calmly.
“Hmph... I gotta see my boss and put up with his nagging...”
“Then, I’ll be around the train station later...”
“OK...” Chinen sighed unwillingly and opened a drawer of his night table. “There you go. Thanks for staying.” He said shoving a roll of bills into Ryutaro’s hand.
“No... You don’t need to...”
“Take it. Don't belittle me.”
“I'm not belittling you, Chinen-kun... it's just that...”
“My money isn’t good?”
“Hmm... I don't wanna talk about it. Let's say, it's not necessary.”
“Take it and stop being so patronizing! You can’t afford to!” Chinen yelled and pushed the bills inside Ryutaro's hand.
“Chinen-kun... I... actually...” Ryutaro motioned to leave the money on the night table.
“If you don’t take the fucking money, I’ll punch you!”
“OK. OK.”
Ryutaro took the money, got dressed and walked towards the door. Chinen's eyes were glued to the other boy’s back. Ryutaro could almost feel the stabbing stare, somewhere between bitter and supplicant.
“Are you coming back?”
“I don’t know, Chinen-kun. If you work here, maybe it’d be better to see each other at some other place.”
“Sure... I got it. You contempt me...”
“It’s not contempt, Chinen-kun. I don't approve of your job, but you know what? Everything that happened last night was good in truth, cuz it gave me strength. I think I’m gonna start looking for a new job today... for both of us...”
“Don’t bother about me. I’m OK the way I am.”
“I’d love to be work-mates with you, you know? I mean work together...” Ryutaro said smiling broadly.
“Well, I can train you...” Chinen grinned from the bed.
“I don’t mean that!” Ryutaro protested erasing his smile completely.
“I’m not gonna be stuck in a misery-paying job when I can make big bucks with my present job. Are you crazy, deaf or what?”
“I wanna help you, Chinen...” Ryutaro turned a few steps away from the door and watched the other boy with supplicant eyes. Small and childish, sitting on the bed, Chinen was just as frail as Ryutaro was.
“You helped me last night. You helped me a lot. Now I wanna help you.” Ryutaro tried again.
“You can’t.” Chinen snapped bitterly.
“Yes, I can. Let me try...”
“You can’t cuz I don’t need the kind of help you wanna give me. Actually, you are just as selfish as your parents. You don’t want to give me anything other than what you want. You don’t even know what I might need...”
“Mou Ii....” Ryutaro snapped rather upset. “Have it your way.”
“You leaving?”
“Hai.”
“Goodbye then. I wish next time nobody saves you and you die on the street with your butt turned into an iceberg!” Chinen screamed in fury and threw his pillow at Ryutaro.
“Brat...” Ryutaro mumbled dodging the pillow and walked out of the apartment. “Damned brat...”Chinen put his eye-mask back on and turned in bed, very upset, in order to keep sleeping.
“Damned idiot...” he mumbled. “What the hell do you know, after all...?”