Now and Forever...Itsumademo... - Chapter 13B
Title: Now and Forever…いつまでも…
Author: Mayonaka no Taiyou/Unare Haineko
Pairing: [Juntoshi] Matsumoto Jun x Ohno Satoshi
Rating: R-ish.
Summary: This story follows Ayumu, a more or less normal child born in 2012, three years after the ending of ‘Kodoku kara Umareta Ai’ (which you can read here). His parents, Jun and Ohno, are everything but ‘normal’ in their often unconventional attempts to deal with some of the challenges of parenthood as they try to ‘blend in’ with ‘normal people’.
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10:12 PM…
Nino got out of the taxi after having driven for an hour and a half from his apartment and walked up to the club with the purple neon sign that read ‘HOST CLUB NOZOKI’. Admittedly, Nino had never visited a host club before. From what Ohno had told him, the high class ones were supposed to be swanky, fashionable places. But when Nino arrived at the club, he saw that it was nothing but a small room painted black with black velvet carpet.
Where are all the hosts and employees?
Nino wandered around and his eye caught on a small doorknob. He walked up and turned the knob. A small rectangle opened on the door revealing a keyboard and a small screen.
‘Please enter your access code.’
Nino stared at the screen.
Access code?
Nino examined the flier once more. There was no access code written on the flier. Nino scratched his chin thoughtfully and then it came to him.
‘MA-TSU-DA KE-I (マツダケイ),” Nino typed in katakana before pressing the enter key.
‘You have been referred by ‘MATSUDA KEI’-san. Is that correct?’
‘Yes.’
‘Thank you. Access granted. Please proceed.’
Nino was surprised when the door slid open to the side. A sign flashed ‘Welcome’ and Nino walked into what looked to be another small black room. In this room was a small square marked off by what looked to be lighting embedded into the floor. The square stood about a meter from the wall where Nino noticed a small light coming from the hole. He stepped into the square and a flat screen came down from the ceiling. It flickered and the monitor turned on to reveal a young woman sitting in a cubicle wearing a French maid outfit. She looked up into the camera.
“Welcome to HOST CLUB NOZOKI, where we make all your dreams and fantasies come true. Customer satisfaction and privacy are our utmost priority. How can we help you?”
“Is that the reason why I am standing here in a room looking at an impersonal flat screen?” asked Nino.
“My apologies. Many of our customers would prefer that their identity be protected-“
“So you can’t see my face?”
“Yes, I am unable to see your face. I am only able to hear a distorted form of your voice. Our client’s privacy is our utmost priority-“
“Yes, you mentioned that. And the screen?”
“The screen is there for your convenience. It is a touch screen.”
“It’s my first time here. What kind of services do you offer?”
“Well, we have a catalog of all our hosts right here, but we can also customize your experience if you prefer-“
“Let me see the catalog.”
“Here you are,” she said, switching the screen into what looked to be the pages of the Nintendo DS version of the kanji dictionary. Her face was minimized to a small square at the right corner of the screen.
Nino looked at the table of contents.
‘Erotically cute’
‘Pretty young boys’
‘J-rocker’
‘Gothic-lolita’
‘Animals’
‘Athletic’
‘Cool and mysterious’
‘Wild and sexy’
‘Johnny’s Jimusho’
“Excuse me, what is Johnny’s Jimusho?”
“That is one of our most popular categories. We have hosts that look like the idols of the jimusho. Are you interested in a particular celebrity?”
“I am. Do you have anyone from Arashi?”
“Arashi?”
“Yes.”
“One moment please,” she said, typing away and switching the screen to photos of the five celebrities. “Are you interested in a particular member?”
“Ohn-“
The first instinct for Nino was to say that he wanted a facsimile of his former lover. But when he thought about it, he could get that with Daisuke if he wanted. The only real problem with Daisuke was that even though he looked like Ohno, it appeared that he did not realize whose face he had a copy of. As a result, even though he looked like Ohno and Nino could delude himself into believing that it was Ohno when he looked at Daisuke, the way that Daisuke acted was not in Ohno’s likeness.
It appeared that he could request an imitation Ohno if he wanted, but there was one curious part of him nagging to be heard.
What made him so special?
Despite all the time that had passed since the dissolution of Arashi, plus the ten years they had known each other prior, Nino still did not know why Ohno had left him for Jun. The issue had been gnawing at him for quite some time. The actor had ignored it for as long as he could, but now it was starting to get a little uncomfortable emotionally.
Why did he choose Jun over me?
Nino needed to stop the gnawing before it gnawed a hole somewhere important.
“I’m sorry, what did you say?”
“Wait, no, MatsuJun.”
“Matsumoto Jun?”
“Yes.”
“One moment please.”
The Matsumoto Jun icon expanded and shrank back to a small version into the opposite corner of the screen. The title read ‘MATSUMOTO JUN’ in bold characters and had eleven images of MatsuJun look alikes.
“What kind of services do these guys offer?”
“By law, we are required to say that they only offer companionship. However, you may view each of the profiles or use our search criteria to narrow your choices down…”
“What does that mean?”
“If you click MatsumotoJ001 like this, you can see his extended profile. It lists the basic information about the celebrity on one side, but on the other column, you can see additional services he might be willing to offer.”
Nino looked at some of the services for MatsumotoJ001.
‘Smoke - OK’
‘Drink - OK’
‘Lap dance - OK’
‘Strip - NO’
‘Sex - NO‘
“If you already know what kind of fantasy you want, you can search by criteria,” she said bringing up a screen with places to mark criteria.
Nino looked at the screen. There were easily 200 options. It was too much to look through.
“Can I just pick a few to narrow down my choices?”
“Certainly.”
Nino put a checkmark into the box next to ‘sex’.
“I have three matches for your request.”
She displayed the photos for MatsumotoJ004, MatsumotoJ007, MatsumotoJ008.
“Which would you recommend?”
“Number 004 is the most popular, but only because he has the Doumyouji Tsukasa haircut and attitude. Number 007 is very forceful and his charm is his tsundere personality.”
“And what about Number 008?” asked Nino when she halted her explanation.
“Number 008 requires you to sign a contract that you will not hold the club responsible for any damages to you or your property while in the care of Number 008.”
“Is he dangerous?”
“He’s not for everyone.”
“Can you elaborate on that?”
“Number 008 is a hazard to most people. We can’t really allow him to be in the company of most customers.”
“Why are you offering him to me?”
“You have probably already noticed that we are not like most host clubs. If the customer requests ‘sex’ as one of the main criteria, we can offer him or her slightly different service packages. However, Number 008 is the only one that is available strictly on a ‘private room’ basis. The rest can be offered in the ‘normal’ host club setting that most people are used to seeing or in private room setting.”
“You have piqued my interest. Tell me about Number 008…”
“Number 008 is about as close as you will get to the real Matsumoto Jun. His height and build are nearly identical to the real person. His voice is said to be quite close in quality.”
“And his face?”
“We must disclose that it has been surgically altered. But, he looks very close to the real thing.”
“And he offers his body?”
“Yes. He is rather pricy, and we cannot offer him to everyone mostly because of the risk involved-“
“Risk?”
“He’s very…’passionate’ I guess would be the word. His services are not for the faint of heart.”
“Is he available right now?”
“One moment while I check.”
She typed away at her keyboard and returned a few seconds later.
“He is available. Would you like to request his services this evening?”
“Yes.”
I don’t see what everyone is so worked up about. MatsuJun, MatsuJun, MatsuJun! If you’re so charming, charm me!
“If you could fill out the specifics of your fantasy, I can check if he will be in agreement.”
Nino looked at the screen for several moments before using the touch keyboard to input his request.
‘Whatever you’re willing to offer, but in a dimly lit room. Spare no expense.’
Sliding his credit card down the slot on the back of the screen, he sighed as he knew it would be an expensive experience. Nino was not one to use his money so freely, but if he wanted to know what Ohno and Daisuke saw in people like Jun, he needed to fool himself into thinking that he was with the real thing.
“Suite 11,” she said, bowing.
The wall opened up to reveal a corridor.
Nino took a deep breath and walked down for about twenty meters before he saw the private suite. Before he could get a chance to knock or change his mind, the door to suite 11 opened up.
“Good evening, my name is Matsumoto Jun,” he said bowing chivalrously, inviting Nino in.
Nino bowed and walked into the elaborately furnished suite which had a king size bed, a plush couch, several nice tables, and a back door. It looked like a bachelor’s pad that someone like Jun would own.
“A Ninomiya Kazunari lookalike?” he asked.
“A lookalike…yes…”
“And a rather good one indeed,” commented the host.
“Surprised that I’m a guy?” Nino smirked.
“Not at all. I can swing both ways,” he shrugged.
The host approached Nino.
“You certainly look almost like the real thing…Are you?” peered the host Jun.
“Do you know Matsuda Kei?” asked Nino, point blank, momentarily forgetting where he was.
“Matsuda Kei? Oh, yes, I do. Why?” he replied, a devious smile playing on his face.
“Tell me what you know about him-“
“Are you the real Ninomiya Kazunari?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” sneered Nino.
“How about a game?” asked the host suddenly, shoving Nino up against the wall and pressing himself against Nino’s smaller frame.
“Answers first, sex after.”
“But I want you now, handsome,” host Jun whispered, playing with Nino’s shirt as he kissed Nino’s neck.
“I’m the customer-“
“But that’s no fun. If you’re really Ninomiya Kazunari, shouldn’t you have an unnatural obsession with games?” asked the host, not moving from his position.
“Nope,” Nino said looking away.
“Do you play Gin Rummy?” asked the host, sliding a deck of cards into the palm of his hand from the inside of his sleeve.
Nino was itching to play, but he tried to resist the temptation.
“You do, don’t you?” whispered the host, licking Nino’s earlobe and grinding his hips against Nino’s pelvis. “I like to play too…”
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After the picnic disaster, Ayumu had fallen asleep in the car. He had slept through most of the afternoon and evening, but for some reason had woken up at nearly ten-thirty, complaining that he was hungry.
Ohno had been working on a sculpture and was slightly irritated that he had to whip something up, but he agreed to put something together with some of the ingredients he had bought the previous day. He was in no mood to deal with the finicky eating habits of his three-year old son.
“Satoshi-papa, I don’t wanna eat the bell peppers,” complained Ayumu, as he stared at the plate of stir fried beef and green peppers. “They’re icky and they make me sick…”
“Ayumu, you have to eat your vegetables,” Ohno said, fearing for his life should Jun find out the boy had not been served enough servings of fruits and vegetables.
“But the bell peppers they make me-“
“Ayumu, I don’t wanna hear it. It’s late. You had a long day. You eat what is served-“
“But, Satoshi-papa,” protested Ayumu.
“No, buts you eat it-“
“Jun-papa says I don’t have to!”
“Oh, no. I’m not falling for that again,” said Ohno, handing Ayumu his chopsticks. “You already tricked me with the celery and the hassaku. Jun-papa says that celery and hassaku are fine. You’re not allergic-“
“But I’m allergic to bell peppers, Satoshi-papa-“
“No, you’re not!”
“I am!”
“Don’t lie, Ayumu-“
“I’m not! I’m telling the truth, Satoshi-papa! I really get sick-“
“Just eat it!” snapped Ohno, stunning Ayumu.
“Okay…Satoshi-papa…”
Ayumu looked at the plate in front of him and swallowed hard before picking up a piece of meat from the side of the plate.
Ohno went to the stove to turn down the stew for the next day while Ayumu made a big display of eating his dinner. Ohno rolled his eyes and pretended that he did not see the drama.
Stupid kid! Does he want me to get in trouble with Jun or something? First, he runs away at the restaurant. Then he jumps into the ocean and floats away! Stupid Jun! Why did he have to leave me alone with the kid? Why didn’t he just take Ayumu with him? -Well, if he took Ayumu with him, then you would be all alone, Satoshi. Duh! He likes Jun better….When is he coming back anyway? I’m tired of finishing myself off with my hand…We need a romantic weekend together. When he comes back, I’m going to call kaachan and ask her to take him for a few days so we can-or maybe I should go to him. Yeah, I should surprise him-wait, but I don’t know where he is. Damn it…
About ten minutes later, Ohno heard whimpering.
“Satoshi-papa,” whined Ayumu. “My tummy hurts.”
“Just eat it.”
“But…”
“Stop whining.”
“But-“
“I don’t wanna hear it-“
“But I don’t wanna eat no…”
Ohno was about to tell Ayumu to go to bed without dinner when he turned around just in time to see Ayumu fall off his chair and onto the floor, holding the area below his throat and thrashing about on the floor.
“Ayumu!” Ohno shouted, turning the stove off before he rushed to the boy’s side as he gasped for air.
“…to…shi…pa…pa…”
“Oh my god!” Ohno panicked.
This is bad…This is BAD…THIS IS BAD!!
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To be continued….
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