Fanfic - My Host 2/?
Tittle : My Host.
Chapters :2/?
Author : veechuu
Genre : Fluff, Comedy.
Warnings : adult business, cursing, language -BAD English-, straight Ruki lol
Rating : PG-13
Pairings/Character : AoixRuki
Synopsis : “How could you think that I’m a gay? YOU KNOW I AM SO HELL STRAIGHT!” I screamed.
Comments : I want to correct something: Ruki wasn’t an ex-host. Lovely kill_me_cruel - san told me about this fact. THANK YOU VERY MUCH MISS kill_me_cruel !
Disclaimer : You asked :”Where’s Ruki-kun?” I answered: “He’s sleeping in my room. Naked.” I do not own them!
“Oh Taka, you are so cuteee~” Yuu said, as he hugged me like I was a fluffy teddy bear.
And I was like, ‘Yeah, yeah’.
“Hum… I want hug you everday, you smell so nice~”
He drunk ne. That was why he acted so weird. Hm… I guessed I could say everything I want now, since he wouldn’t remember what I’ve said.
“I don’t want to meet you everyday. You are old man with wrong sex orientation. Please never book me again. Just leave me with those ladies and it’ll be okay.” I mumbled cruelly.
“Don’t say such sad words, you cute little thing.” He faced me and gave me a puppy eyes.
“Whatever.” I said.
“Taka……” He stared at me and… I guessed that word was seductive word.
Right. Enough. Time was over, Papa.
“Ah, I think my work’s hours are over right now. I’m so sorry Yuu-san. But I have to leave you. See you.” I stood up and left him without turning my back. I heard him called my name. But like I care of him!
I let a long sigh slip out from my mouth. I slammed my body onto a couch in staff’s room. I was alone. The others are still busy I guess. I closed my eyes and let my mind free.
‘I want you just for me.’
‘Of course we have.’
‘Haha. Noo~ You don’t!’
Oh shut up, shut up! I opened my eyes. Ugh….Considering my hate toward him, why did his voice kept sounding in my ears? I sighed again and rubbed my hair. I hate him. I meant it. I hate him.
I heard the door opened by someone. I took a glance to saw who was coming. Oh, he was just Sakamoto. I actually was expecting Shima.
“Hey Taka. Work fast today?” He asked.
“Yeah.”
“You look miserable. Are you okay?”
“Not really,”
“Are you sick?”
Okay. He started to annoy me.
“I’m okay. Just leave me alone, okay?”
“Okay. Take care, okay?”
“Sure.” I said carelessly.
After changed his cloth, Sakamoto talked to me again.
“I’m going home. See you tomorrow Taka.” He said as he smiled.
“See you.”
He walked again.
“Hey Saka!” I called him.
“Yes?”
“Did you see Shima?”
“Oh yeah. He’s having fun with his customer.”
“Oh, do you think he will finish late?”
“Hm… I don’t know.”
“Oh, I’ll wait him then. Thanks.”
“You are welcome.” He opened the door and walked away.
Hah~ If Shima were having fun, it means he will finish his job late. Ugh….. Why he always there when I don’t need him, but always not there when I need him?
After waiting for about….. 45minutes I heard familiar humming enter the room.
“Shima!” I screamed.
He stopped his hum.
“Yes?” He said in awkward tone.
“I miss youu~” I ran to him and hugged him tightly.
“Errr…….. Is it just my feeling or you do act weird?” He asked.
I let go of my hug. “Er…..”
“Something happen?” He walked to the couch and sat.
“Hm…. Well…. Yes…. I guess?”
“You guess? Hm… Is there something wrong with your customer? Did she sexually harsh you? Don’t worry; we can report her to super visor-san.”
“It’s not she but HE.” I said shortly.
Shima’s face was like, HUH? WHAT DID YOU SAY?
“No, he didn’t sexually harsh me or something.”
“Hoh! You made me thought he raped you! I was so afraid!” See? He acted like he was my mother again.
“OF COURSE HE DIDN’T! Do you think my black belt certificate is just for an accessory in my room?”
“Of I forgot about that. I always tricked by your small cute appearance!”
“Ha!”
“So, what’s the story?”
“The story is… I felt so……”
“Disgust? You never entertain a male, right? Don’t worry, you’ll get used to.”
“Nah~ Not disgust. Well…maybe a little. But it’s not it. I felt something… weird was going on my belly.”
“OH! IS THAT LOVE? ARE YOU OFFICIALLY A GAY? CONGRATE! YAY!” He let his brilliant big smile painted up on his lips when he was saying that sentence. And I was… hanging down my mouth. Hanging like HANGING.
When my soul was coming back to my body, I slapped his back head with my powerful slap.
“How could you think that I’m a gay? YOU KNOW I AM SO HELL STRAIGHT!” I screamed.
He rubbed his backhead. His face expression reflected that he was in agony. “That was HURT. I mean REALLY hurt! How? Well… I was guessing.”
“Oh.”
“You pissed?”
“Yes.”
“Peace?”
“Umm… Okay.”
“Back to the topic. What-“
“I’m not gay. I just want remain you.”
“Uh-oh. Okay. Sooo~ what did he do to you?”
“He was trying to charm me.”
“ Flirt?”
“Yes, In short.”
“Isn’t it good? He made your job easier.”
“Nah~ It made me felt like I was the customer and he was the host. It felt so weird.”
“Oh~ I know that feeling~ I feel it too when I served Suzuki.”
“Who’s Suzuki?”
“He is my permanent customer.”
“Was he the one who made you bought that sluttish pants?”
“Yes. I want to correct you, it’s not sluttish. It’s sexy but classy and also flashy.”
“Oh. I know it.”
“Know what?”
“Nothing.” I knew that you were a gay my dear mom….. “So, what do you do to him?”
“Hm… Just do what I suppose to do.”
“Oh, like our usual service?”
“Yes.”
“Does he like it?”
“He addicted to me.”
“Ah, I see…. So all I need to do is make him dislike me.”
“Eh? Isn’t it good to have permanent customer? Especially male customer?”
“No. It’s scary.”
He pouted.
“I have homo-phobia, remember?”
“No, I don’t.”
I felt blood running to my head. I slapped his head again.
“AWWW!”
“From now on, please remember that!”
Today was a beautiful shinny Sunday. Oh God, I love Sunday! Because I had NO lecture at day time and also NO job at night. WASN’T IT FUN? I could SHOPPING all the day! I could be a NORMAL young! OMFG! I always wish that all day is SUNDAY!
Shopping was THE ONLY reason I did my job. Seriously. I wasn’t kidding. With money from my parents I only could pay the bill for my tiny apartment and the university payment. There was NO WAY I could buy a gorgeous bag. In my beautiful young life, I didn’t want to be a NERD who always wears stupid black backpack and a pair of worn out sneakers. I want to be a boy with a nice bag hanging on his shoulder and expensive cool sneaker on his foot.
I used to shopping with Shima (Yes, he was the only best friend I got.). BUT, today he had business with his family. He said today was his grandmother death day and he needed to-
…
Wait.
BOTH of his grandmothers were still a live, right? So, how…… Oh shit…. He lied to me… That bastard…. If he broke, he could tell me, couldn’t he? Why did he lie? Hm… Did he….. had a date? He had a date with someone and didn’t tell me? Oh, he’s a death man tomorrow!
I was walking on my own in Shibuya noisy street. It was lonely. I never knew that even a presence of a stupid person like Shima could make a comfort feeling. I scanned the street. There were gal and ko-gal everywhere. And couples were also everywhere. You could feel strong lovey-dovey atmosphere if you were here.
My eyes widened and stuck at a particular person.
OH NO!
Yeah. It was him, the man with full-lips and black hair. The one and only MISTER (not miss) Shiroyama! I covered my face with my hands. I didn’t want him to recognize me! I hope he didn’t know I was there.
“Hey! Taka!” He waved his arm and walked into my position.
Too late Taka.
“Hey Yuu-san.” I said as unfriendly as I could.
“Are you alone? Where is your friend?”
“Yes, I’m alone. Shima has another business right now.”
“uh-oh. May I company you?”
“No.”
“I can’t?”
“No, you can’t. I want to shopping ALONE.” That was good. He had to hate me after I said the rejection so CLEARLY.
“Oh… That’s too bad. I guess I have to give my special 50% discount FOR ALL ITEM voucher to someone else.”
HE SAID WHAT? 50% DISCOUNT FOR ALL ITEM?
“Eh? Where? What shop?”
“Paris of course.”
HE SAID PARIS? THAT PARIS? THAT HIGH CLASS PARIS?
“I never hear that Paris is offering 50% discount for all item.”
“It’s only for VIP members nee… I’m so lucky to have this voucher… But I’m not in mood to buy a new bag. So, I was thinking to give it TO YOU, but it seems like you didn’t want it, So I think-“
I COULDN’T MISS THIS DAMN ONCE IN A LIFE TIME DISCOUNT!
“WAIT! WAIT! I didn’t say that… I mean.. Uhm… You can company me shopping nee…”
“I… really can? You really don’t mind it?”
“NOT AT ALL! I seriously WANT you to go shopping with me!” I smiled my commercial smile to him. God, God, help me to get that discount…. You need to know, I never able to buy something from that damn shop. Their bag’s price was way TOOO EXPENSIVE. I wonder how RICH this Yuu could be. He was a VIP member. VIP! Once again, VIP!
“Thanks for allow me to company you!” He said.
“You’re welcome.” I said cheerfully. Oh, that discount really improved my mood!!
Going out with Yuu wasn’t so bad. I meant… he had a nice car and he was cheerful. He also paid my lunch. Well, his disorientation didn’t show up often. He didn’t try to touch me (if he had tried to touch me, swear to God, I would have kicked his ass.) or other pervert thing. We just chatted like friends usually did.
And know we were (finally) at Paris. That shop was really amazingly beautiful. The bags were look veeery gorgeous. I felt wave of passion filling up my body. GOD! FINALLY! I COULD BUY ONE OF THOSE THINGS!
“Earth to Taka.” I heard his voice calling me back to earth.
“Uh… Sorry ne….”
“Go ahead and picks bag. I just know that you are a big shopaholic. You bought a LOT of things today. You still want to buy a bag from here?”
“Of course I still want to buy a bag!” I yelled.
He smiled gently. “You look so cute when your eyes are sparkling like that.”
I felt my heart skipped a beat. He was flirting me, wasn’t he?
“I didn’t try to charm you Taka. I just said want I think of you.”
“It’s not my work hours.” I said.
“So?”
“I’m not serving you.”
“I never want you to serve me nee.”
This guy was really good at manipulating his words!
“Good afternoon Young Master Shiroyama, may I help you?” I surprised when a waiter’s called him ‘Young Master’ instead ‘Mister’. My thought was right. This person wasn’t an ordinary man.
“Oh, Good afternoon. Um… Friend of mine wants to find a new bag nee, Right Taka?” He smiled again.
“Oh, Yes. I want a new bag for work.” I said.
“And you work at what field, Mr….”
“Matsumoto. I work at-“
“Entertainment business.” Yuu cut my talk. I faced him. He just lied to the waiter, didn’t he? I was a host! Not model or actor.
“Let’s see…. Ah, we have newest bags from Prada and Vuilton. The prada’s is machine made and the LV is hand made.”
“HAND MADE LOUIS VUILTON?” I shouted without I realized.
“Yes.”
“Oh… That must be-“
“Very nice.” He cut my talk again. Why I felt that he tried to save his image or something?
“Well… if Mr. Matsumoto has interest in this bag, we would like to show it to Mr. Matsumoto.” She smiled and walked to one of display’s shelf.
“This is the bag.” She said. Ouwh my…. It was the most gorgeous bag I had ever seen. It was blue sea and looked so delicate and OMG… I loved this bag!
“How much?” I asked.
“With the discount Young Master Shiroyama has, it just cost 2000 USD.”
OMFG! 2000 USD? SO IT WAS ORIGINALY COST 4000 USD? THAT WAS TOOOOOO EXPENSIVE!
“Pack it. I buy it.” Yuu said.
“Nooo~ You can’t buy it! I don’t want to buy it! I can’t-”
“I buy it for my self, okay?”
He looked direct into my eyes. His eyes were trying to said ‘trust me’ or something like that.
“Okay.” I said.
“Thank you very much Young Master…” She bowed and excused her self.
“There is no way I can buy this thing! I don’t want to owe YOU something!” I shouted when we were walking out from that shop.
“You don’t owe me. I give it to you.”
“But, but, still, you CAN’T do it! You’re stranger!”
“Why? I don’t get it. You really want this hand made bag, right?”
“Yeah I want it, but I want to buy it with my own money!”
“Well… You can buy this bag.”
“How?”
“There’s Japanese aphorism, when you can’t buy something with money-“
“You can buy it with your body. No hell thanks!” I walked away from him as fast as I could. I hate him. I really hate him! He thought he could buy me with money? Hell yeah I was a HOST! A MALE entertainer whom he could book every night he wanted! But it didn’t meaning I was a WHORE!
“Wait! Taka! Don’t misunderstand!”
I walked faster than before.
“I want to be your friend! That’s enough!” He yelled.
I stopped and turned my face. “What?”
“I want you to pay this bag with friendship!”
Ha?
“Weirdo.” I said.
“Eh?”
“There is no need to buy it from me! Baka! Now, give it to me!” I walked to his direction and took the bag from his hand.
He froze for a sec. And then beautiful bright smiled curled up on his lips.
“I love you Taka!” He hugged me as tight as he could.
“Let me go! I can’t breath! You are HUGE, you know?”
“Sorry.” He let go of his hug. “Um… May I come tomorrow?”
“At club? No. You’re an annoying customer.” I said.
“I’m not annoying~ Oh come on~”
“No.”
“I will still come.”
“If you dare to come..”
“What?”
“Uhh….”
“Ohh~ I can hug you again tomorrow! I’m so excited!”
“……. Baka.”
“You’ll angry if I hug you right now..”
“Of course.”
“But, your alter will love to accept my hug~”
“Who’s my alter?”
“ Your self when you’re working!”
“……. Are you really a Baka?”