詐欺 - Chapter 1
Pairing: Daizuki (MizukixDaiki)
Rating: NC-17 (smut, illegal activity, drugs and crazniess)
Genre: Romance, action
Summary: Yaotome Hikaru has all of Tokyo under his thumb, including Mizuki and Daiki. He sends the two on a mission that could either in end in love, money and power or destruction.
A/N: again, big thanks to maribikutoria for the amazing cover! you're the best bish
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The wanton moans leaving her throat didn’t feel like hers, a sort of detachment she’s resigned to come to when she has so many clients in one day.
18… 17… 16… 15…
She could tell he was close to his release when his thrusts began to lose their rhythm and the grunts he was letting out began to increase in sound.
4… 3… 2… 1… done.
One hundred and twenty seconds. That’s all it took for the middle aged businessman to find his release within the tight pussy of young Mizuki Yamamoto, who charged more for one minute with her alone than most people charge for rent in a nice neighborhood.
93,000 huh? Seems doable.
She smiled sweetly as the man handed her a wad of bills and left the hotel room, his hair messed and zipper still down, but that wasn’t any of her concern, if his wife hasn’t noticed it by now she probably never will.
See you next week, cherry…
And with that, the hotel door closed with a click and a long sigh left Mizuki’s lips. That was her last client of the day and she really ought to take a long, hot bath with some wine and oxy, but for some reason sleeping felt the most comfortable to her now. She lay her head back onto the fluffy pillows and fell into the deafening silence of her sleep and smiled lightly.
Wake up you good for nothing skank!
Mizuki had lost track of time, slept throughout the whole night and didn’t get to relax awake at all. At least the sleep was nice…
She groaned at the sight of her pimp, Yuto, leafing his long fingers through her earnings from the night before, counting all of it and trying to calculate in his head how much of it he wanted to take.
“I’m taking 15%, I’ll be generous since you were able to get crack as well. Go home and get some rest, you have the night off because I booked some early morning appointments tomorrow.” The tall man said calmly and smoothly before tossing the rest of her money on the bed and stomping out of the room with two suited muscular men following him.
Mizuki ran her fingers through her hair and wrapped the lush hotel sheets around her naked body before getting up and stepping onto the cold tile of the bathroom, her bones ached and her head pounded. Looking in the mirror at her reflection, she noticed bruises and red kiss marks littering her body in different areas from different people. It was at times like this, where the air around her was quiet and unpolluted and she was coherent to think, was there anything stronger than hate and misery?
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An enticing beat rocked heavy through the speakers littered around the club and deafened the ears of the new owner, former DJ Arioka Daiki.
“Sound system is working just fine, Inoo, you don't have to shatter the windows to figure it out.” Daiki yelled up to the booth and snorted when his childhood friend tripped over the mic cord and fell onto his face.
The club was dark, save for a few cheesy and random black light activated stickers on the walls and some tattered booths in the corner by the bar for people to sit. He was lucky the previous owner sold it to him for such a low price or he would never be able to show his face to any of his friends again.
After locking up the club and assuring Kei for the tenth time that yes, the lights will turn off by themselves in half an hour, Daiki parted ways with his bartender and began walking to the train station.
That was of course until loan shark and drug lord Hikaru snatched him up off the sidewalk and locked him in the back of a van.
“Did you really think I would forget about our arrangement, Arioka?” Hikaru hissed in his ear and held Daiki’s jaw tight, keeping firm control of his head.
“I didn't forget Hikaru, I was gonna call you when I get home! Why do you have to be so rough.” Daiki scowled and tried to wriggle his way out of Hika’s grip, finally giving up after a few minutes of futile struggling.
“Where are we even going?” Daiki sighed and asked, leaning back into the uncomfortable metal side of the van’s interior.
“T.G.I Friday’s.” Hika grinned and opened a game on his phone to pass the time, Daiki smirking and chuckled to himself.
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“How are you the little sister of a slum-lord and you still have to sell pussy for some food money?” Kasumi asked incredulously, peeking at the tired face of her roommate and settling into her bed.
“He's not a slum-lord, he just deals some drugs with his friends for money on the side.” She chuckled and continued to stare at the ceiling tiles above her. The ones Mizuki fell asleep looking at the night before were intricate and sleek, the ones she stared at now were dull in comparison with their dark dust tint and popcorn detailing.
“He runs drugs to six cities and makes millions of dollars in hours, Hikaru has the entirety of Kabukicho eating out of his palm. Business owners approach him for business! He's a slum-lord.” Mizuki snorted and sat up, facing her friend and frowning. There was an eerie silence to the world beyond their bedroom door and the two gulped before approaching the door slowly.
“Get your asses out here now!” The men that guarded the main house shouted and began to run around the halls and knock on all the doors, coercing tons of different women from their individual chambers.
Mizuki sighed and held Kasumi’s hand tight before filing down the large staircase and into the foyer, facing some men dressed in all black and giving the girl's sleek looks as if they were searching for someone…
“Baby sister~ I've been looking all over for you~” Mizuki shuttered harshly at the voice of her older brother, Hikaru. She scowled deeply before releasing Kasumi’s hand and stepping over to her brother’s men.
“Fuck off, Hikaru. You could have called, this shit isn't necessary.” She snarled once the older one threw his arm across her shoulders, a dumb grin on his face and smug twinkle in his eye told Mizuki everything she needed to know about Hikaru’s need for her.
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“What do you mean you want me to swindle him?” Mizuki had a disgusted look on her face, annoyed that her older brother would even proposition her for anything like this.
“Just what I said, Mi-chan. Swindle him. Make him fall in love with you and take his money so that club fails.” Hikaru snorted whilst pouring hot tea into two character mugs, a PowderPuff Girl for Mizuki and Robin for him, he never let go of his childhood.
“It's on your turf, why do you want it to fail?” She asked after ignoring the kitschy mug and just taking a sip of the soothing jasmine-lavender blend.
“Because it's on my turf.” Mizuki shot him a confused look and the drug runner sighed before setting his mug down to explain his thought process to Mizuki. “I know Arioka, he's creative and will have that club bouncing and gaining more attention than ever before and fast. If he brings some hot shots out to my neighborhood and starts having fancy promotions and shit my business is gonna get imposed on by outsiders, I need him to fail.”
“Boss, Arioka is asking for a word.” A tall african american man poked his head into the kitchen, and following Hikaru out when the man sighed and stormed out of the kitchen leaving Mizuki to her decision and some cooling tea.
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Daiki panted harshly and tried to dull the pain in his head by sheer will, to no avail. Hikaru burst into the poorly lit room holding a children's mug with tea. There was something so ironic about Yaotome Hikaru intimidating him whilst nonchalantly holding a kid’s cup.
“I can't breathe, Hikaru. These ropes are too tight.” Daiki announced whilst blood continued to pool at the corners of his mouth.
“Let him go, he needs to look presentable for cameras.” Hikaru announced and the men started working on untying and handing Daiki some napkins to wipe his wounds.
“Alright, Arioka. Here's the deal, my baby sister, Yoko’s kid, she's a prostitute now and we need to get her out of that. Know why my sister is a prostitute Daiki?” Daiki shook his head, Hikaru continued.
“She likes money. So this is that part of the Hikaru gives you an under the table business loan in exchange for anything he wants plan we talked about. You have to make my sister fall in love with you and get her out of that little shit Yuto’s whorehouse.” Daiki’s eyes widened, the pain in his wrists from the rope fading into the background. He was supposed to do what?
“Yaotome-san… isn’t that a little excessive? I mean, what happens if she doesn’t?” Daiki asked, trembling at the dangerous smirk that appeared on Hikaru’s face at the question. The slum-lord standing in front of him may look innocent, and he may drink out of kid’s cups, but the deep and condescending chuckle that ripped from his throat and the loud thud from him slamming the plastic cup on a nearby counter was enough to strike the fear of God into Daiki.
“It’ll work, Arioka, because if it doesn’t…” Hikaru paused, grabbing a hold of Daiki’s chin in between his soft and cold fingers and holding it much tighter than was probably necessary. “I’ll kill you.” There was a snarl in his tone, signalling that he wasn’t fucking around. Daiki gulped, partly in fear and partly because all he could smell on Hikaru’s breath was the strong scent of jasmine and lavender tea.
“Cut him loose, fellas. I think he understands the plan now, I’ll debrief him in an e-mail.” Yaotome ordered his men with a delicate flick of the wrist, it was an odd sight considering the size and look of the men he had under his control.
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“I’m being serious Mizuki, I need you to do this for me.” Hikaru asked as nicely as he could, plastering on a sugar sweet smile on his child-like face, Mizuki scoffed, not buying his nice act at all. She knew, however, that not listening to Hikaru could result in a lot of bad things.
“Fine, but you have to make up for all the money I’m missing out on during this mission.” Hikaru nodded and smiled, “and get Yuto off my ass for doing this for you.”
“Oh baby sister, of course I’ll handle your finances, after all you are doing a job for me and will be paid handsomely in return. As for Yuto, leave him to me. He won’t bother you one bit while you’re working for me.” Mizuki smirked, before gathering her belongings to get the hell out of the sickly large mansion her brother lived in.
“Of course you will, scum bags have a language all of their own.” She remarked, before letting the large gold plated door slam shut behind her. Arioka Daiki sat on the front step, massaging his wrists and grimacing. Mizuki smirked before turning on the innocent charm.
“May I sit?” Daiki looked up to see what could have only been Hikaru’s sister, they looked so much alike it was unbelieveable. He nodded dumbly and took in the sinful sight of her creamy smooth legs as she sat on the cool stone stairs leading to Hikaru’s mansion.
“You must be Mizuki? You look a lot like Hikaru, which is an insult or a compliment depending on your outlook.” She laughed, wholeheartedly, and stretched her beautifully manicured hand to shake.
“Yamamoto Mizuki, the much more beautiful sister to Yaotome Hikaru. You are?” Once again in awe of such effortless beauty, Daiki shook her hand with a slightly gaped stare before coughing and gathering his wits. How are you gonna make her fall in love with you if you can’t even look at her, dumbass?
“Arioka Daiki, I’m a business partner of your brother’s. We had a business meeting today so I thought I’d sit and have a smoke before I… walked home.” Daiki improvised, delightfully skipping over the part where Hikaru took him hostage style and tied him up for about three hours before getting any answers.
“You’re opening the club, right? He said something about finding this amazing DJ for a new business venture. I had no idea the amazing DJ was someone so attractive.” She blushed and scoffed slightly before pulling out her own pack of cigarettes and placing the cancer stick between her beautifully glossed lips and lighting it about as sexily as you could light something like that. Suddenly, remembering his lie he dug in his pockets to find his own from that morning.
To find them gone.
Dammit Hikaru, you have millions of dollars sitting in offshore accounts and you have to steal my cigarettes?
“Say, can I bum one of those? I guess I forgot mine on the train.” She smiled before handing him one and a blingy pink lighter, Daiki lit it and took a sharp inhale feeling his lungs burn in resilience.
“I’ll take some lunch in return for that.” Mizuki smiled sweetly.
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“You sure about that Hikaru? You know how pissed Yuto is gonna be if he loses his prettiest whore to some second-rate DJ looking for a chance.” His right hand man and best friend, Takaki Yuya asked incredulously, taking a long rip from a bong before exhaling into the dead of an empty room.
“Yuto is in on the whole gig, Yuya. This is a farce, I’m setting them up. And don’t call my sister hot you little fuck.” Hikaru threw a discarded heel at the laughing man.
“Yuto is in on it?” Hikaru nodded before lighting a blunt of his own.
“The club is a cover for a crank ring, Yuto has the overseas connect I need and I have the money he wants.”
“Where’s the part where he turns over Mizuki?” Yuya asked, incredulous and left behind.
“You’ll see.” Hikaru breathed another cloud of smoke into the air, hiding the snake-like grin on his face.
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Daiki wasn’t sure how to behave around someone as beautiful, with such a knowledge of her background, such as Mizuki. She was effortless with her sex appeal, from the way she swang her hips when she walked to the flash of legs she gave every time she sat down somewhere she was oozing “Fuck Me” vibes and it was quite obvious to Daiki that he would be in her bed by nightfall.
But, could he capture her heart according to plan?
“So, Arioka-san, when did you become a DJ?” Mizuki asked, stirring her coffee with perfect posture. Daiki gulped before answering.
“Call me, Daiki. Arioka-san makes me uncomfortable. I started experimenting with mixing records in college, dropped out six months after to do it full time.”
“You dropped out of school to become a DJ after six months? Isn’t that a little risky?” Mizuki’s eyes were widened, making Daiki’s heart, and dick, twitch a little more than they should. He took a large gulp of his soda and a few bites of rice before delving into his story.
“Actually, I got kicked out of college. A few buddies of mine and I got caught smoking pot in the library and mouthed off the the guard that caught us. Immediate expulsion. I figured since I had already started picking up ammatuer gigs I would give it a go before signing over my life to delivering ramen for shitty pay and rent money.” Mizuki smiled warmly at him before stealing some fries off his plate and standing up.
“Let’s go to the arcade, I’ll win you a plushie as thanks for lunch.”
Rating: NC-17 (smut, illegal activity, drugs and crazniess)
Genre: Romance, action
Summary: Yaotome Hikaru has all of Tokyo under his thumb, including Mizuki and Daiki. He sends the two on a mission that could either in end in love, money and power or destruction.
A/N: again, big thanks to maribikutoria for the amazing cover! you're the best bish
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The wanton moans leaving her throat didn’t feel like hers, a sort of detachment she’s resigned to come to when she has so many clients in one day.
18… 17… 16… 15…
She could tell he was close to his release when his thrusts began to lose their rhythm and the grunts he was letting out began to increase in sound.
4… 3… 2… 1… done.
One hundred and twenty seconds. That’s all it took for the middle aged businessman to find his release within the tight pussy of young Mizuki Yamamoto, who charged more for one minute with her alone than most people charge for rent in a nice neighborhood.
93,000 huh? Seems doable.
She smiled sweetly as the man handed her a wad of bills and left the hotel room, his hair messed and zipper still down, but that wasn’t any of her concern, if his wife hasn’t noticed it by now she probably never will.
See you next week, cherry…
And with that, the hotel door closed with a click and a long sigh left Mizuki’s lips. That was her last client of the day and she really ought to take a long, hot bath with some wine and oxy, but for some reason sleeping felt the most comfortable to her now. She lay her head back onto the fluffy pillows and fell into the deafening silence of her sleep and smiled lightly.
Wake up you good for nothing skank!
Mizuki had lost track of time, slept throughout the whole night and didn’t get to relax awake at all. At least the sleep was nice…
She groaned at the sight of her pimp, Yuto, leafing his long fingers through her earnings from the night before, counting all of it and trying to calculate in his head how much of it he wanted to take.
“I’m taking 15%, I’ll be generous since you were able to get crack as well. Go home and get some rest, you have the night off because I booked some early morning appointments tomorrow.” The tall man said calmly and smoothly before tossing the rest of her money on the bed and stomping out of the room with two suited muscular men following him.
Mizuki ran her fingers through her hair and wrapped the lush hotel sheets around her naked body before getting up and stepping onto the cold tile of the bathroom, her bones ached and her head pounded. Looking in the mirror at her reflection, she noticed bruises and red kiss marks littering her body in different areas from different people. It was at times like this, where the air around her was quiet and unpolluted and she was coherent to think, was there anything stronger than hate and misery?
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An enticing beat rocked heavy through the speakers littered around the club and deafened the ears of the new owner, former DJ Arioka Daiki.
“Sound system is working just fine, Inoo, you don't have to shatter the windows to figure it out.” Daiki yelled up to the booth and snorted when his childhood friend tripped over the mic cord and fell onto his face.
The club was dark, save for a few cheesy and random black light activated stickers on the walls and some tattered booths in the corner by the bar for people to sit. He was lucky the previous owner sold it to him for such a low price or he would never be able to show his face to any of his friends again.
After locking up the club and assuring Kei for the tenth time that yes, the lights will turn off by themselves in half an hour, Daiki parted ways with his bartender and began walking to the train station.
That was of course until loan shark and drug lord Hikaru snatched him up off the sidewalk and locked him in the back of a van.
“Did you really think I would forget about our arrangement, Arioka?” Hikaru hissed in his ear and held Daiki’s jaw tight, keeping firm control of his head.
“I didn't forget Hikaru, I was gonna call you when I get home! Why do you have to be so rough.” Daiki scowled and tried to wriggle his way out of Hika’s grip, finally giving up after a few minutes of futile struggling.
“Where are we even going?” Daiki sighed and asked, leaning back into the uncomfortable metal side of the van’s interior.
“T.G.I Friday’s.” Hika grinned and opened a game on his phone to pass the time, Daiki smirking and chuckled to himself.
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“How are you the little sister of a slum-lord and you still have to sell pussy for some food money?” Kasumi asked incredulously, peeking at the tired face of her roommate and settling into her bed.
“He's not a slum-lord, he just deals some drugs with his friends for money on the side.” She chuckled and continued to stare at the ceiling tiles above her. The ones Mizuki fell asleep looking at the night before were intricate and sleek, the ones she stared at now were dull in comparison with their dark dust tint and popcorn detailing.
“He runs drugs to six cities and makes millions of dollars in hours, Hikaru has the entirety of Kabukicho eating out of his palm. Business owners approach him for business! He's a slum-lord.” Mizuki snorted and sat up, facing her friend and frowning. There was an eerie silence to the world beyond their bedroom door and the two gulped before approaching the door slowly.
“Get your asses out here now!” The men that guarded the main house shouted and began to run around the halls and knock on all the doors, coercing tons of different women from their individual chambers.
Mizuki sighed and held Kasumi’s hand tight before filing down the large staircase and into the foyer, facing some men dressed in all black and giving the girl's sleek looks as if they were searching for someone…
“Baby sister~ I've been looking all over for you~” Mizuki shuttered harshly at the voice of her older brother, Hikaru. She scowled deeply before releasing Kasumi’s hand and stepping over to her brother’s men.
“Fuck off, Hikaru. You could have called, this shit isn't necessary.” She snarled once the older one threw his arm across her shoulders, a dumb grin on his face and smug twinkle in his eye told Mizuki everything she needed to know about Hikaru’s need for her.
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“What do you mean you want me to swindle him?” Mizuki had a disgusted look on her face, annoyed that her older brother would even proposition her for anything like this.
“Just what I said, Mi-chan. Swindle him. Make him fall in love with you and take his money so that club fails.” Hikaru snorted whilst pouring hot tea into two character mugs, a PowderPuff Girl for Mizuki and Robin for him, he never let go of his childhood.
“It's on your turf, why do you want it to fail?” She asked after ignoring the kitschy mug and just taking a sip of the soothing jasmine-lavender blend.
“Because it's on my turf.” Mizuki shot him a confused look and the drug runner sighed before setting his mug down to explain his thought process to Mizuki. “I know Arioka, he's creative and will have that club bouncing and gaining more attention than ever before and fast. If he brings some hot shots out to my neighborhood and starts having fancy promotions and shit my business is gonna get imposed on by outsiders, I need him to fail.”
“Boss, Arioka is asking for a word.” A tall african american man poked his head into the kitchen, and following Hikaru out when the man sighed and stormed out of the kitchen leaving Mizuki to her decision and some cooling tea.
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Daiki panted harshly and tried to dull the pain in his head by sheer will, to no avail. Hikaru burst into the poorly lit room holding a children's mug with tea. There was something so ironic about Yaotome Hikaru intimidating him whilst nonchalantly holding a kid’s cup.
“I can't breathe, Hikaru. These ropes are too tight.” Daiki announced whilst blood continued to pool at the corners of his mouth.
“Let him go, he needs to look presentable for cameras.” Hikaru announced and the men started working on untying and handing Daiki some napkins to wipe his wounds.
“Alright, Arioka. Here's the deal, my baby sister, Yoko’s kid, she's a prostitute now and we need to get her out of that. Know why my sister is a prostitute Daiki?” Daiki shook his head, Hikaru continued.
“She likes money. So this is that part of the Hikaru gives you an under the table business loan in exchange for anything he wants plan we talked about. You have to make my sister fall in love with you and get her out of that little shit Yuto’s whorehouse.” Daiki’s eyes widened, the pain in his wrists from the rope fading into the background. He was supposed to do what?
“Yaotome-san… isn’t that a little excessive? I mean, what happens if she doesn’t?” Daiki asked, trembling at the dangerous smirk that appeared on Hikaru’s face at the question. The slum-lord standing in front of him may look innocent, and he may drink out of kid’s cups, but the deep and condescending chuckle that ripped from his throat and the loud thud from him slamming the plastic cup on a nearby counter was enough to strike the fear of God into Daiki.
“It’ll work, Arioka, because if it doesn’t…” Hikaru paused, grabbing a hold of Daiki’s chin in between his soft and cold fingers and holding it much tighter than was probably necessary. “I’ll kill you.” There was a snarl in his tone, signalling that he wasn’t fucking around. Daiki gulped, partly in fear and partly because all he could smell on Hikaru’s breath was the strong scent of jasmine and lavender tea.
“Cut him loose, fellas. I think he understands the plan now, I’ll debrief him in an e-mail.” Yaotome ordered his men with a delicate flick of the wrist, it was an odd sight considering the size and look of the men he had under his control.
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“I’m being serious Mizuki, I need you to do this for me.” Hikaru asked as nicely as he could, plastering on a sugar sweet smile on his child-like face, Mizuki scoffed, not buying his nice act at all. She knew, however, that not listening to Hikaru could result in a lot of bad things.
“Fine, but you have to make up for all the money I’m missing out on during this mission.” Hikaru nodded and smiled, “and get Yuto off my ass for doing this for you.”
“Oh baby sister, of course I’ll handle your finances, after all you are doing a job for me and will be paid handsomely in return. As for Yuto, leave him to me. He won’t bother you one bit while you’re working for me.” Mizuki smirked, before gathering her belongings to get the hell out of the sickly large mansion her brother lived in.
“Of course you will, scum bags have a language all of their own.” She remarked, before letting the large gold plated door slam shut behind her. Arioka Daiki sat on the front step, massaging his wrists and grimacing. Mizuki smirked before turning on the innocent charm.
“May I sit?” Daiki looked up to see what could have only been Hikaru’s sister, they looked so much alike it was unbelieveable. He nodded dumbly and took in the sinful sight of her creamy smooth legs as she sat on the cool stone stairs leading to Hikaru’s mansion.
“You must be Mizuki? You look a lot like Hikaru, which is an insult or a compliment depending on your outlook.” She laughed, wholeheartedly, and stretched her beautifully manicured hand to shake.
“Yamamoto Mizuki, the much more beautiful sister to Yaotome Hikaru. You are?” Once again in awe of such effortless beauty, Daiki shook her hand with a slightly gaped stare before coughing and gathering his wits. How are you gonna make her fall in love with you if you can’t even look at her, dumbass?
“Arioka Daiki, I’m a business partner of your brother’s. We had a business meeting today so I thought I’d sit and have a smoke before I… walked home.” Daiki improvised, delightfully skipping over the part where Hikaru took him hostage style and tied him up for about three hours before getting any answers.
“You’re opening the club, right? He said something about finding this amazing DJ for a new business venture. I had no idea the amazing DJ was someone so attractive.” She blushed and scoffed slightly before pulling out her own pack of cigarettes and placing the cancer stick between her beautifully glossed lips and lighting it about as sexily as you could light something like that. Suddenly, remembering his lie he dug in his pockets to find his own from that morning.
To find them gone.
Dammit Hikaru, you have millions of dollars sitting in offshore accounts and you have to steal my cigarettes?
“Say, can I bum one of those? I guess I forgot mine on the train.” She smiled before handing him one and a blingy pink lighter, Daiki lit it and took a sharp inhale feeling his lungs burn in resilience.
“I’ll take some lunch in return for that.” Mizuki smiled sweetly.
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“You sure about that Hikaru? You know how pissed Yuto is gonna be if he loses his prettiest whore to some second-rate DJ looking for a chance.” His right hand man and best friend, Takaki Yuya asked incredulously, taking a long rip from a bong before exhaling into the dead of an empty room.
“Yuto is in on the whole gig, Yuya. This is a farce, I’m setting them up. And don’t call my sister hot you little fuck.” Hikaru threw a discarded heel at the laughing man.
“Yuto is in on it?” Hikaru nodded before lighting a blunt of his own.
“The club is a cover for a crank ring, Yuto has the overseas connect I need and I have the money he wants.”
“Where’s the part where he turns over Mizuki?” Yuya asked, incredulous and left behind.
“You’ll see.” Hikaru breathed another cloud of smoke into the air, hiding the snake-like grin on his face.
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Daiki wasn’t sure how to behave around someone as beautiful, with such a knowledge of her background, such as Mizuki. She was effortless with her sex appeal, from the way she swang her hips when she walked to the flash of legs she gave every time she sat down somewhere she was oozing “Fuck Me” vibes and it was quite obvious to Daiki that he would be in her bed by nightfall.
But, could he capture her heart according to plan?
“So, Arioka-san, when did you become a DJ?” Mizuki asked, stirring her coffee with perfect posture. Daiki gulped before answering.
“Call me, Daiki. Arioka-san makes me uncomfortable. I started experimenting with mixing records in college, dropped out six months after to do it full time.”
“You dropped out of school to become a DJ after six months? Isn’t that a little risky?” Mizuki’s eyes were widened, making Daiki’s heart, and dick, twitch a little more than they should. He took a large gulp of his soda and a few bites of rice before delving into his story.
“Actually, I got kicked out of college. A few buddies of mine and I got caught smoking pot in the library and mouthed off the the guard that caught us. Immediate expulsion. I figured since I had already started picking up ammatuer gigs I would give it a go before signing over my life to delivering ramen for shitty pay and rent money.” Mizuki smiled warmly at him before stealing some fries off his plate and standing up.
“Let’s go to the arcade, I’ll win you a plushie as thanks for lunch.”