Love Club
I'm still not telling you the pairing!! Bwuhahahahhaha!
You'll have to read to find out, and then I'll post the banner in the next chapter :)
NAME: Love Club
CHAPTER: One
PAIRING: Aiba x ??
RATING: PG13
SUMMARY: He was Love Club's number one host. He was called on so many times a night, that sometimes they had to turn down customers.
WARNING: Has adult concepts (ie, set in a host club), contains bad language and is fairly slow moving, gomen ne~
A/N: The introduction post has changed sllightly since the teaser, you might want to skim through it again instead of skipping it ^-^
He was Love Club's number one host. He was called on so many times a night, that sometimes they had to turn down customers.
He was an expert at seducing women. Well, in his line of work, he had to be. A small smile here, a subtle, flattering comment there, and bam, the women melted into the palm of his hand.
He could also seduce men, but he only used that for his own profit; a discount meal for example, or a couple of free beers at a pub or club.
He didn't really want to become a host at the start, but it just ended up that way. Once all the money and the presents, and the interesting skills began flowing in his direction, he had no more complaints.
One week into this job, he was the second most requested host.
Two weeks in, and he was the most requested host that the club had ever had. They tripled his payroll, as the amount of income he was earning them increased sevenfold.
He was most certainly not gay, although on the rare occasion he could have the odd bisexual tendency; but usually only as an extra service for his clients.
Most of his clients were neglected housewives; all rich, and a decent looking, single woman was pretty much non existent, although when the odd one did pop up, of course he got the request.
A lot of his host colleagues (he would never call them friends) didn't like him very much. He knew they didn't, but he didn't care. He had only two people in his life that he'd be willing to call friends, and one of those was a senior at the club he worked at.
Every time he got to work, he snorted at the photo at the front desk. The writing underneath it made him laugh. It was so untrue that he found it hard to believe that people would even write that kind of shit. Nobody could even begin to imagine how many imperfections he had when he was alone and out of the public eye.
But, he had this precise reputation to uphold, so he never asked them to change it.
"Aiba Masaki - The definition of perfection"
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Aiba clicked his tongue in irritation as he searched through his pockets for his front door key.
It was already 4AM, and he was only just getting home from work.
He'd had to wait around for an hour and a half with a completely wasted client for a cab to come and pick her up to take her home, and it had started raining as he walked home, so he was in a foul mood.
Plenty of his colleagues had told him to leave the woman to wait on her own, but as much as he was in a hurry to leave, his parents had raised him well; he couldn't leave a woman by herself in the early hours of the morning to wait for a taxi by herself when she couldn't even stand up straight on her own. He couldn't leave anyone by themselves at that time in the morning, whether they was drunk or not.
As he finally managed to pull his keys out of his pocket, and slip it into the keyhole, he heard a shuffling from the other end of the hall.
He glanced up to see a drenched, miserable looking man searching through his bag until he found his door key.
“When did I get a new neighbour?” he thought to himself as the man nodded politely to him.
Aiba tipped his head slightly, before pushing his front door opening and disappearing inside.
He kicked his shoes off, and headed straight for the fridge, pulling out a beer and downing it in two huge gulps, before stripping off where he was standing and heading for the shower.
He awoke the next morning in a foul mood. At first he couldn’t work out where the loud banging noises were coming from, but then he realised that his bedroom wall was trembling.
He growled, getting up and marching to the wall. He kicked it hard before moving back to his bed, falling face first onto it.
“It might be noon, but I got home so late!” He whined, kicking his feet in the air, “Why are they banging? Fuck it all, I need a cigarette!”
He forced himself off of his bed, relieving himself in the bathroom before sitting at his kitchen table, lighting up a cigarette.
He breathed in deeply, before letting out a content sigh. Without getting up, he leaned to the side, flicking the kettle on, ready to make himself a much needed morning coffee.
About half an hour after he’d finished his cigarette and coffee, there was a light knock at the door.
He scratched at his head as he opened the front door with a yawn, coming face to face with the man who he’d encountered earlier in the morning. Except the man was no longer miserable looking and soaking wet.
He was dressed in a tight pair of jeans with a faded t-shirt. His dark chocolate hair was carelessly flopping into his face, giving him an almost boyish, innocent look.
He had a big smile plastered on his face.
“Hi! I’m your new neighbour, Sakurai Sho, nice to meet you!” He said happily, offering his hand to Aiba, who slowly shook it.
“Aiba Masaki,”
“Nice to meet you, Aiba-san! I’m sorry for the banging earlier, but one of my shelves fell down, and I had to put it back up. I haven’t done a very good job, but I guess it will hold for now,” The happy man said, smiling a bit sheepishly.
Aiba raised an eyebrow and rolled his eyes inwardly. It was only then he realised that he was standing in his doorway, wearing nothing but his boxers and a baggy t-shirt.
“Mm.. Nice to meet you and all that, Sakura-san-”
“Sakurai,”
“That’s what I said, Sakura, anyway in case you haven’t noticed, I’m not exactly dressed for company, so if you’ll excuse me,” With that, he stepped backwards and closed the door in his neighbours face.
“Urgh, please tell me I’m not going to have to deal with him every day,” He grumbled, scratching at his head again as he headed for the shower.
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“Masa-chan!” Jun said, taking a seat next to Aiba at the club. It was only four in the afternoon, so the customers hadn’t really started arriving yet.
“Don’t call me that, Jun,” Aiba groaned, leaning back in his seat as Jun slung an arm around his shoulders, “You know I hate it,”
“You let the customers call you that,” Jun pointed out.
“That’s different. They’re paying my wages,” Aiba returned.
“You look tired, did you have some fun last night?” Jun smirked.
Aiba punched him in the arm. “No. I’ve got a new neighbour. He moved in last week, and he’s up early every morning, playing music, doing house work, banging around. Whatever the fuck he’s doing is waking me up every day.”
“What time?”
“Usually begins about noon..”
“Then it’s not really early, is it?” Jun smirked, getting to his feet.
“It is for me,”
“Do you know what you should do? Seduce him, sleep with him, leave him, then he won’t want to get up and bang around. How’s that sound?” Jun said as he headed for his table.
“Yeah, like great fun,” Aiba called sarcastically with a small smile.
Jun had always been open about his sexual orientation, unless it was with the ladies he was serving. All of the hosts new he had recently got a new boyfriend, but they hadn’t seen him yet, and they probably wouldn’t get to see him either. Jun kept his private life private.
Aiba sighed as the customers began entering the club, and put on his “host smile”.
“Masa-chan! I can finally get to see you again!”
“Welcome!” Aiba smiled, getting to his feet and bowing to a group of women who had requested him, “Please, sit down, if there is anything I can do for you beautiful ladies, don’t hesitate to ask!”
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TO BE CONTINUED..
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Aaaaah, most of you guessed, huh? It's a SKURAIBA! <3
It's been a while since I've done a Sakuraiba-centric fic :3
Anyway, I hope you're enjoying it so far :D