Let's hear it for the boys (1/6)
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wendyjolyTitle: Let’s hear it for the boys
Author: WendyJoly
Beta: The indispensable![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jtaytt
Length: Chaptered
Rating: From PG to NC-17
Pairing: Sakumiya (Sho Sakurai X Ninomiya Kazunari) , Junba (Matsumoto Jun X Aiba Masaki), special guest : Ikuta Toma, Tomoya Nagase, Juri Ueno
Summary: Ninomiya Kazunari is a heartbroken columnist for a national paper. Repeatedly unhappy in love, he ends by elaborating a theory telling that gay people are meant to be unfaithful, that’s it is in their nature. The day his boss asks him to be hired in a gay club to write a series of article on the subject, he doesn’t think twice and accept this one-time opportunity.
Note:Here is a new story, taking place in a gay club, thus the title which is the opening song of the amazing TV show "Queer as folks". I'll update each thursday (let's keep this good habit)
First drink
« Hey cutie, would you be nice enough to bring me one if this faaaaabulous cocktail with a little rainbow straw?”
He stared at the guy who was wearing a white slinky T-shirt where a big red ‘P.E.P.S.I’ shone brightly. He was smiling seductively to the waiter and when he turned, the waiter could clearly read the “Please.Enter.Penis.Slowly.Inside” written on his back. Holy Shit. The waiter cursed in silence. When he faced the guy again the latter winked at him and he tried his best to smile.
“Ninomiya! You’re not paid to hit on the clients. Bring back your ass back behind the counter. Right now.” A angry voice groaned behind his back.
Saved by the bell…or rather by his awful boss.
He made his way between the dancers, trying to forget the many looks on his butt, and the wandering hands as he put on the big platter on the bar. He was already tired and it was only 1AM…He was too old for this kind of bullshit, thought Nino.
“Two draft beers and three rainbows cocktail, please Boss.”
“One day or another, one of these guys is going to corner you.” Sakurai didn’t even take the pain to look at him.
“No way. I’m too fast.”
“You’re too useless. Why did I hire you by the way?”
Because no one wants to work for you more than three days in a row. That’s what Nino would have like to say, but he couldn’t, this man was his boss after all and –well- he was too kind and polite to be so blunt.
“Oh yeah, I remember.” He smirked like the devilish man he was and lighted a new cigarette, crushing the previous one in the big ashtray hidden under the counter.
Nino just hated him. So much that he felt the urge to hit him hard with his platter. But he simply took a deep breath and went back to the other side of the dance floor with the new client’s orders.
For the nth time he wondered why he was working in such a place. Actually, he really began to think that it was the worst idea of his entire life…
To fully understand why he was playing the waiter in this hellish gay nightclub he had to go back to his childhood.
Nino spent it in Chiba and fell in love for the very first time when he was 8. Like every kid in every school in the world, he fell in love with his teacher, Tegushi-san. His male teacher. He hid his feelings from the others kids, perfectly aware that it was the kind of feelings he shouldn’t have had. Tegushi-san was married to a woman, another teacher, and if every girl of his class were in love with him, he was the only boy. At that time, he was already perfectly aware of his difference.
That man was his very first heartbreak and the beginning of a long list.
During high school he finally met someone who liked boys like him and they went out for a few weeks, until the day he called him fag in front of the others guys. They were caught kissing. Nino didn’t deny it, even if the word was unbearable to hear, he was gay, and he knew it as plain as day. At least, contrary to the other boy, he had the courage to admit it.
He met some guys and each time for the most kind of them, it was the same kind of morons who were just looking for a one-night-stand or a sex friend.
But he wanted a boyfriend, just a boyfriend like everybody else, why was it so hard to find?
He moved out to Tokyo for his studies and when he finally received his degree in sociology, he had been hired by an editorial company and assigned to a magazine.
He found friends, like always and soon a rumour that he had a real skill of listening to people’s problems and giving advices began to spread amongst his colleagues. He began to know everybody in the building and soon his office became the place to be. After a few months and tons of advices to his colleagues later, his boss created for him a new segment, inspired by his very particular talent.
The “Broken Hearts Column”.
To be true, he could have been his first client, but nonetheless he accepted the offer. After all, it was a regular column in a national paper, he could hardly refuse. He chose a pen name, no way would he use his real name if he didn’t want to be harassed by all and every single people of the country and he began to sincerely enjoy his new job.
Then one day, he met THAT guy. Shigeaki Kato. He was a free-lance photographer hired by the journal for a series of articles about Tokyo. He fell in love with him immediately, even if he was ignored, even if he was straight (like half of the men he fell for) or in a relationship (like the other half of the men he fell for). A real love at the first sight. He avoided him for a few days, he already had his share of disillusions, but against all odds, he found a note he wrote on his desk. Shige was in love with this cute boy and never had the chance to confess properly to him, what should he do?
When he raised the head, Shige was leaned against his office doors’ frame, his arms crossed on his chest.
“So what should I do, Ninomiya-kun?”
“I…it depends, probably.” Nino gazed down, hiding his already crimson complexion.
“Depends of what?”
“If this person~”
“This man.”
“Yeah, this man” He felt his cheeks burning awfully and tried to hide his face behind a file. “Why don’t you ask him to go out with you?”
“Would he accept?”
“If you’re sincere, he should.”
He had closed the door and cupped Nino’s face to kiss him. Everything happened like in one of those romantic movies he liked so much, but he figured out how was it far better when it was real.
“Tonight? Would you go out with me? Please.”
He nodded, unable to refuse and after this first outing the photographer asked him to be his boyfriend.
A few months later, they decided to live together and everything would have been perfect if he didn’t come back one day earlier from a work trip. His boyfriend was in bed with one of Nino’s colleague. Even if he would have the chance to live for hundred years he would never forget the way they look at him in that very moment. As if it was not a big deal, as if they didn’t understand why he was so hurt, and they didn’t even apologize to him. He packed his stuffs and left him, wishing them a lot of happiness together. Once again, his pure love story existed only in his head and all he had won was a broken heart.
Where did he go wrong? Why does it hurt so much each time? Why couldn’t he find a sincere man?
He really hit the bottom during the next months, when he lived at his sister’s place and her marital bliss was a supplementary frustration for him. Why couldn’t he have this kind of life, simple, full of love and mutual trust? He wasn’t hot-tempered, was pretty good looking, nice and polite…and gay. He finally understood. Gay men weren’t made to be faithful, to be part of a long-term couple, like every het Nino knew.
He had a hetero mind caught in a gay body and it was as simple as that.
He spoke about his theory about gay unfaithfulness to a colleague at the vending machine and the next day, his editor called him to his office to entrust him a mission. He found his theory very interesting and he proposed to him to write an article to support his assertion. Of course, he would keep his heartbroken column but if this article was a success, he could work on a series about love.
“You can’t write it at Tokyo.”
“Why?”
“Because the readers will tell us that this particular behaviour is due to the Capital atmosphere, the easiness to find new partners and not to a gay general demeanour.”
The editor asked him to leave Tokyo for Kyoto and for the first time of his life, Nino was looking for a gay nightclub. To be true, this move was good thing. He needed some fresh air and Kyoto was definitely “exotic”. He easily found a club pretty famous in the prefecture for being the place to be for gays. A place where everything was possible and allowed. A place for a young man looking for an affair or simply a place to party. A place, which, by chance, was always looking for new waiters. Why didn’t he understand at that moment that it was because no one could work there more than a few days?
The Lights was set in a downtown area, on the well-named Liberty Avenue, quiet by day but overcrowded and joyfully noisy by night.
When he came in, at the appointment time, with the job proposal in the hand, it was the afternoon and he was apparently the only applicant. The nightclub was underground and he accessed the dance floor by the square ramps where metallic stairs was set.
On the opposite side, a stage with DJ’s turntables and on the left, the huge bar. It was strange to enter a night club by day, it was like an empty shelter, almost ghostly.
A man sat on a high chair was smoking quietly, a book in front of him.
“Ano…”
“Yeah?”
“I’m here for the job. The job as a waiter.”
“I know what job I’m offering. Come here.”
Nino walked to him and thought that if he didn’t smell so strongly cigarette smoke, he would have been really attractive. The man grabbed his fake resume and began to read.
“Did you already work as waiter?”
“Yes, I did.”
It was true, since he paid his studies with a job in a café downtown.
“Where?”
“Tokyo.”
“How old are you?”
Nino pointed the curriculum vitae he handed him and spitted an awful lie with a smile he wished that was confident.
“21.”
He looked young; it could be a precious asset for this kind of job.
“Why should I hire you?”
“I already work as waiter and I’m a nice guy. I’m polite and good at listening to the others.”
The man smirked ironically and crushed his cigarette.
“Spin around, good looking guy. Show me your back.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“You certainly have a big heart but what’s important here is the size of another organ.”
The journalist did what he was told and blushed while turning around, finally getting what he meant.
“Good!...Snow White” Shit, he never should have worn this T-shirt “look at me. You can blush and your ass is cute. You’re hired.”
“I’m hired because of my ass?!”
“You’re hired thanks to your ass and this so revealing slacks. You work tonight at the opening. Be here one and half-hour before. See you.”
Nino bowed at him automatically and as he was about to leave the club when the owner called him back. “By the way, I’m Sakurai. But you can call me Boss, Snow White.”
He already hated him. This kind of man was the exact reason why he never came in a place like that. But on the other hand it was perfect for his article…
♥♦♥♦
“Weren’t you supposed to meet your mother?”
Sho leaned against the huge head of the bed and put his arms behind his nape, a smile on his lips.
“I should be there already.”
“She’s going to be furious.”
He couldn’t help but laughing out loud.
“It’s a natural state for her; don’t need to freak out…”
“Could you help me please?”
He sat on the bed and delicately stroking the thin leg of his mistress, grabbing the garter-belt to keep the silk stocking in place.
“You really can’t stay?”
“I can’t or I’m going to be late and my husband will be suspicious…you should hurry up too. Aren’t you working today?”
“After my family duty.”
She smiled and pecked his lips not to waste the pretty bright red lipstick she just put.
“Call you.”
“No problem.”
He gazed at her as she was passing the threshold and jumped out of the bed to take a shower. He avoided on purpose his mobile which was vibrating madly. Crap, he was late.
He put on his suit and after a quick glance at the big entrance mirror, went out of the hotel bedroom. He drove through the city as fast as he could, his eyes inevitably attracted by the luxurious clock on his wrist.
The weather was splendid today and the idea to waste his time in a hotel, even the most luxurious one, already depressed him. How many times would he have to endure this mess he wondered, but he couldn’t end it. He simply waited for his mother’s obsession to find him a wife to cease naturally. When she would find a new hobby, she would probably give up this one.
But for the moment, she spent her days to organize dates upon dates for him via an agency; it amused her and kept her busy.
He parked his big black car along a sidewalk, keeping the engine turning on as an employee was taking his keys to take care of it.
He readjusted his tie in front of the glass window and put his gloomiest look on his face to enter the private reception room he learned to know.
His mother was sitting, trying to explain why her son was late to the women on the couch facing her.
A kimono?! It was a first. Sho approached the trio and took his mother’s hand to kiss it then bowed at the guests.
“This is my son, Sho-kun. Sho, this is Miyazaki Aoi and her mother, Miyazaki Aiko.”
“Hajemimashite.”
“Hajemimashite.”
She blushed nicely and Sho sat on the empty armchair, then crossed his legs negligently.
“I was explaining to Aoi-chan that you were really busy because of your company.”
“Oh, I wasn’t working.”
“Sho-kun…”
She stared at him to warn him. She had a very limited patience and she had already reached her limit today.
It was the strategy Sho used for the previous date and it worked pretty well. She didn’t sound to be in a lenient mood currently…but he didn’t care, he didn’t want to ease her task, he cherished his freedom too much and somehow her anger amused him.
Yet the girl was cute.
“What are you doing now, Aoi-chan?”
“I…I’m student at the university.”
“What kind of studies?”
“I’m studying the law.”
“So you wish to be lawyer?”
“I don’t really know…I…”
“I want a housewife. Would you bid farewell to your career for me?”
This time, he hit right in the mark. When his mother hit his head with strength, Sho barely hid a smile. He knew exactly what to do to irritate her, after all.
“I do.”
“Hm?”
He raised his head to stare at the young woman who was gazing at him straight in the eyes.
“ I’m ready to forget my career to follow my husband.”
“Do you want children?”
“Sho, stop it already! Your bad manners are unbearable.”
“That’s why we’re here, isn’t it? We’re trying to find an agreement, so we should ask the good questions since the very beginning.”
The woman stood up and walked to the entrance as fast as her outfit allowed her to, her mother right behind her. Sho’s mother pinched her lips angrily and the man threw her his most innocent gaze.
“What? If she can’t answer to a simple question, I have nothing to do with her.”
“You have been awful beyond words; you didn’t give her the slightest chance.”
“Mother, I’m not looking for a wife, YOU decided alone that it was time for me to marry someone. I’m hot tempered and so? It’s not a big deal, father is far worst. I have to go now, excuse me.”
“Where are you going?”
“At work, of course.”
“You will apologize to Aoi-san.”
“I’ll do.”
“Sho?”
“Hm?”
“Come back home sometimes. We didn’t see you lately and your father begins to wonder why.”
“I swear.”
He kissed his mother’s cheek and walked through the overcrowded reception of the hotel. He took off his tie and got into his car, turning on the music to forget this messy date. If only he could get rid of these boring stuffs once for all, the omiai, the charity event, the Sunday meals…but his mother was too skilled to tease his guiltiness.
It was not 1 PM and his day was finally finished. He headed to his flat and took the nap he dreamed of for hours.
During early evening, he changed his outfit and took the club’s direction.
“Irasshaimase!”
“Hi guys.”
He sat at the big counter and immediately received a cup of coffee in his hands. An animal with a moustache was smiling to him above the warm liquid. Gosh, he should have broken his leg rather than buy a barista machine for the guys, thought Sho…
Behind the counter, the taller of the two employees waited agitatedly his verdict about his...hm…piece of Art.
“It’s a cat?”
“…”
“Or a guinea pig…a dog?”
“A mouse!! Obviously, a mouse!”
“Aiba-chan, no one wish to see a mouse in his coffee. But you improved your skill, I almost recognized it this time.”
Sho took a sip of the bitter and warm liquid and felt immediately better.
“Omiai? Again?”
He nodded and smirked to the man who was sitting by my side.
“Yep.”
“Pretty?”
“Not bad.”
“So the wedding?”
“Never, my performance was not bad too.”
“Your mother must be furious.”
“Rather furious. But if she’s angry with me for a few weeks and refuses to talk to me, it’s a good deal.”
“What’s the problem, the wedding or your mother?”
“Both I guess.”
“And if you miss the woman of your life because of your stubbornness?”
“I don’t want a woman of my life, precisely. Only one, it’s too…sad.”
“I can’t wait to see you in love, Sho-kun.” said Jun, patting his thigh before standing up to join Masaki behind the counter.
“Love is not for everyone, guys, and I love my bachelorhood. And…you’re not precisely an example to follow.”
“There!” shouted Masaki, not following the conversation. He handed Sho a new cup and crossed his arms on his chest.
“It’s…let me guess…”
“…Ugly.” said Jun after a quick glimpse at the cup and Aiba looked at him furiously. “I’m gonna show you, let me do this.”
He grabbed a cup, and began to draw beautiful curves in the coffee. Mister Perfection…
“By the way, Boss you have to receive the new applicants for the waiter job.”
“Can you take care of this, it’s not my stuff.”
“I’ve got an appointment I can’t miss and Masaki~” He stared at Masaki who’s trying his best to draw a …okay he gave up.
“Okay, I’ll do it.”
There was only one guy at the appointment time but at the very second he passed the threshold, Sho decided to hire him. He was so out-of-place that it was baffling and almost comical. With his Snow White T-shirt he was so cute and innocent that Sho could only look forward to seeing him walking through the overcrowded club with his platter. If he could have fun with him, he won’t hold back.
“Why should I hire you?”
“I already worked as waiter and I’m a nice guy. I’m polite and good at listening to others.”
Cute…did he already say it?
“Spin around, good looking guy. Show me your back.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“You certainly have a big heart but what’s important here is the size of another organ.”
He blushed! For how many years since Sho had not seen someone blushing, he really wonder? Since middle school surely. If he wasn’t so het, he would have had an erection on the spot, he thought suddenly.
“Good! Snow White, look at me. You can blush and your ass is cute. You’re hired.”
“I’m hired because of my ass?!”
“You’re hired thanks to your ass. You work tonight at the opening. Be here one and half-hour before. See you. By the way, I’m Sakurai. But you can call me Boss.”
He was already totally fond of him and he couldn’t wait to tease him to make him blush again. Sho Sakurai was sure he would never get enough of it.
TBC...
Author: WendyJoly
Beta: The indispensable
jtayttLength: Chaptered
Rating: From PG to NC-17
Pairing: Sakumiya (Sho Sakurai X Ninomiya Kazunari) , Junba (Matsumoto Jun X Aiba Masaki), special guest : Ikuta Toma, Tomoya Nagase, Juri Ueno
Summary: Ninomiya Kazunari is a heartbroken columnist for a national paper. Repeatedly unhappy in love, he ends by elaborating a theory telling that gay people are meant to be unfaithful, that’s it is in their nature. The day his boss asks him to be hired in a gay club to write a series of article on the subject, he doesn’t think twice and accept this one-time opportunity.
Note:Here is a new story, taking place in a gay club, thus the title which is the opening song of the amazing TV show "Queer as folks". I'll update each thursday (let's keep this good habit)
« Hey cutie, would you be nice enough to bring me one if this faaaaabulous cocktail with a little rainbow straw?”
He stared at the guy who was wearing a white slinky T-shirt where a big red ‘P.E.P.S.I’ shone brightly. He was smiling seductively to the waiter and when he turned, the waiter could clearly read the “Please.Enter.Penis.Slowly.Inside” written on his back. Holy Shit. The waiter cursed in silence. When he faced the guy again the latter winked at him and he tried his best to smile.
“Ninomiya! You’re not paid to hit on the clients. Bring back your ass back behind the counter. Right now.” A angry voice groaned behind his back.
Saved by the bell…or rather by his awful boss.
He made his way between the dancers, trying to forget the many looks on his butt, and the wandering hands as he put on the big platter on the bar. He was already tired and it was only 1AM…He was too old for this kind of bullshit, thought Nino.
“Two draft beers and three rainbows cocktail, please Boss.”
“One day or another, one of these guys is going to corner you.” Sakurai didn’t even take the pain to look at him.
“No way. I’m too fast.”
“You’re too useless. Why did I hire you by the way?”
Because no one wants to work for you more than three days in a row. That’s what Nino would have like to say, but he couldn’t, this man was his boss after all and –well- he was too kind and polite to be so blunt.
“Oh yeah, I remember.” He smirked like the devilish man he was and lighted a new cigarette, crushing the previous one in the big ashtray hidden under the counter.
Nino just hated him. So much that he felt the urge to hit him hard with his platter. But he simply took a deep breath and went back to the other side of the dance floor with the new client’s orders.
For the nth time he wondered why he was working in such a place. Actually, he really began to think that it was the worst idea of his entire life…
To fully understand why he was playing the waiter in this hellish gay nightclub he had to go back to his childhood.
Nino spent it in Chiba and fell in love for the very first time when he was 8. Like every kid in every school in the world, he fell in love with his teacher, Tegushi-san. His male teacher. He hid his feelings from the others kids, perfectly aware that it was the kind of feelings he shouldn’t have had. Tegushi-san was married to a woman, another teacher, and if every girl of his class were in love with him, he was the only boy. At that time, he was already perfectly aware of his difference.
That man was his very first heartbreak and the beginning of a long list.
During high school he finally met someone who liked boys like him and they went out for a few weeks, until the day he called him fag in front of the others guys. They were caught kissing. Nino didn’t deny it, even if the word was unbearable to hear, he was gay, and he knew it as plain as day. At least, contrary to the other boy, he had the courage to admit it.
He met some guys and each time for the most kind of them, it was the same kind of morons who were just looking for a one-night-stand or a sex friend.
But he wanted a boyfriend, just a boyfriend like everybody else, why was it so hard to find?
He moved out to Tokyo for his studies and when he finally received his degree in sociology, he had been hired by an editorial company and assigned to a magazine.
He found friends, like always and soon a rumour that he had a real skill of listening to people’s problems and giving advices began to spread amongst his colleagues. He began to know everybody in the building and soon his office became the place to be. After a few months and tons of advices to his colleagues later, his boss created for him a new segment, inspired by his very particular talent.
The “Broken Hearts Column”.
To be true, he could have been his first client, but nonetheless he accepted the offer. After all, it was a regular column in a national paper, he could hardly refuse. He chose a pen name, no way would he use his real name if he didn’t want to be harassed by all and every single people of the country and he began to sincerely enjoy his new job.
Then one day, he met THAT guy. Shigeaki Kato. He was a free-lance photographer hired by the journal for a series of articles about Tokyo. He fell in love with him immediately, even if he was ignored, even if he was straight (like half of the men he fell for) or in a relationship (like the other half of the men he fell for). A real love at the first sight. He avoided him for a few days, he already had his share of disillusions, but against all odds, he found a note he wrote on his desk. Shige was in love with this cute boy and never had the chance to confess properly to him, what should he do?
When he raised the head, Shige was leaned against his office doors’ frame, his arms crossed on his chest.
“So what should I do, Ninomiya-kun?”
“I…it depends, probably.” Nino gazed down, hiding his already crimson complexion.
“Depends of what?”
“If this person~”
“This man.”
“Yeah, this man” He felt his cheeks burning awfully and tried to hide his face behind a file. “Why don’t you ask him to go out with you?”
“Would he accept?”
“If you’re sincere, he should.”
He had closed the door and cupped Nino’s face to kiss him. Everything happened like in one of those romantic movies he liked so much, but he figured out how was it far better when it was real.
“Tonight? Would you go out with me? Please.”
He nodded, unable to refuse and after this first outing the photographer asked him to be his boyfriend.
A few months later, they decided to live together and everything would have been perfect if he didn’t come back one day earlier from a work trip. His boyfriend was in bed with one of Nino’s colleague. Even if he would have the chance to live for hundred years he would never forget the way they look at him in that very moment. As if it was not a big deal, as if they didn’t understand why he was so hurt, and they didn’t even apologize to him. He packed his stuffs and left him, wishing them a lot of happiness together. Once again, his pure love story existed only in his head and all he had won was a broken heart.
Where did he go wrong? Why does it hurt so much each time? Why couldn’t he find a sincere man?
He really hit the bottom during the next months, when he lived at his sister’s place and her marital bliss was a supplementary frustration for him. Why couldn’t he have this kind of life, simple, full of love and mutual trust? He wasn’t hot-tempered, was pretty good looking, nice and polite…and gay. He finally understood. Gay men weren’t made to be faithful, to be part of a long-term couple, like every het Nino knew.
He had a hetero mind caught in a gay body and it was as simple as that.
He spoke about his theory about gay unfaithfulness to a colleague at the vending machine and the next day, his editor called him to his office to entrust him a mission. He found his theory very interesting and he proposed to him to write an article to support his assertion. Of course, he would keep his heartbroken column but if this article was a success, he could work on a series about love.
“You can’t write it at Tokyo.”
“Why?”
“Because the readers will tell us that this particular behaviour is due to the Capital atmosphere, the easiness to find new partners and not to a gay general demeanour.”
The editor asked him to leave Tokyo for Kyoto and for the first time of his life, Nino was looking for a gay nightclub. To be true, this move was good thing. He needed some fresh air and Kyoto was definitely “exotic”. He easily found a club pretty famous in the prefecture for being the place to be for gays. A place where everything was possible and allowed. A place for a young man looking for an affair or simply a place to party. A place, which, by chance, was always looking for new waiters. Why didn’t he understand at that moment that it was because no one could work there more than a few days?
The Lights was set in a downtown area, on the well-named Liberty Avenue, quiet by day but overcrowded and joyfully noisy by night.
When he came in, at the appointment time, with the job proposal in the hand, it was the afternoon and he was apparently the only applicant. The nightclub was underground and he accessed the dance floor by the square ramps where metallic stairs was set.
On the opposite side, a stage with DJ’s turntables and on the left, the huge bar. It was strange to enter a night club by day, it was like an empty shelter, almost ghostly.
A man sat on a high chair was smoking quietly, a book in front of him.
“Ano…”
“Yeah?”
“I’m here for the job. The job as a waiter.”
“I know what job I’m offering. Come here.”
Nino walked to him and thought that if he didn’t smell so strongly cigarette smoke, he would have been really attractive. The man grabbed his fake resume and began to read.
“Did you already work as waiter?”
“Yes, I did.”
It was true, since he paid his studies with a job in a café downtown.
“Where?”
“Tokyo.”
“How old are you?”
Nino pointed the curriculum vitae he handed him and spitted an awful lie with a smile he wished that was confident.
“21.”
He looked young; it could be a precious asset for this kind of job.
“Why should I hire you?”
“I already work as waiter and I’m a nice guy. I’m polite and good at listening to the others.”
The man smirked ironically and crushed his cigarette.
“Spin around, good looking guy. Show me your back.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“You certainly have a big heart but what’s important here is the size of another organ.”
The journalist did what he was told and blushed while turning around, finally getting what he meant.
“Good!...Snow White” Shit, he never should have worn this T-shirt “look at me. You can blush and your ass is cute. You’re hired.”
“I’m hired because of my ass?!”
“You’re hired thanks to your ass and this so revealing slacks. You work tonight at the opening. Be here one and half-hour before. See you.”
Nino bowed at him automatically and as he was about to leave the club when the owner called him back. “By the way, I’m Sakurai. But you can call me Boss, Snow White.”
He already hated him. This kind of man was the exact reason why he never came in a place like that. But on the other hand it was perfect for his article…
“Weren’t you supposed to meet your mother?”
Sho leaned against the huge head of the bed and put his arms behind his nape, a smile on his lips.
“I should be there already.”
“She’s going to be furious.”
He couldn’t help but laughing out loud.
“It’s a natural state for her; don’t need to freak out…”
“Could you help me please?”
He sat on the bed and delicately stroking the thin leg of his mistress, grabbing the garter-belt to keep the silk stocking in place.
“You really can’t stay?”
“I can’t or I’m going to be late and my husband will be suspicious…you should hurry up too. Aren’t you working today?”
“After my family duty.”
She smiled and pecked his lips not to waste the pretty bright red lipstick she just put.
“Call you.”
“No problem.”
He gazed at her as she was passing the threshold and jumped out of the bed to take a shower. He avoided on purpose his mobile which was vibrating madly. Crap, he was late.
He put on his suit and after a quick glance at the big entrance mirror, went out of the hotel bedroom. He drove through the city as fast as he could, his eyes inevitably attracted by the luxurious clock on his wrist.
The weather was splendid today and the idea to waste his time in a hotel, even the most luxurious one, already depressed him. How many times would he have to endure this mess he wondered, but he couldn’t end it. He simply waited for his mother’s obsession to find him a wife to cease naturally. When she would find a new hobby, she would probably give up this one.
But for the moment, she spent her days to organize dates upon dates for him via an agency; it amused her and kept her busy.
He parked his big black car along a sidewalk, keeping the engine turning on as an employee was taking his keys to take care of it.
He readjusted his tie in front of the glass window and put his gloomiest look on his face to enter the private reception room he learned to know.
His mother was sitting, trying to explain why her son was late to the women on the couch facing her.
A kimono?! It was a first. Sho approached the trio and took his mother’s hand to kiss it then bowed at the guests.
“This is my son, Sho-kun. Sho, this is Miyazaki Aoi and her mother, Miyazaki Aiko.”
“Hajemimashite.”
“Hajemimashite.”
She blushed nicely and Sho sat on the empty armchair, then crossed his legs negligently.
“I was explaining to Aoi-chan that you were really busy because of your company.”
“Oh, I wasn’t working.”
“Sho-kun…”
She stared at him to warn him. She had a very limited patience and she had already reached her limit today.
It was the strategy Sho used for the previous date and it worked pretty well. She didn’t sound to be in a lenient mood currently…but he didn’t care, he didn’t want to ease her task, he cherished his freedom too much and somehow her anger amused him.
Yet the girl was cute.
“What are you doing now, Aoi-chan?”
“I…I’m student at the university.”
“What kind of studies?”
“I’m studying the law.”
“So you wish to be lawyer?”
“I don’t really know…I…”
“I want a housewife. Would you bid farewell to your career for me?”
This time, he hit right in the mark. When his mother hit his head with strength, Sho barely hid a smile. He knew exactly what to do to irritate her, after all.
“I do.”
“Hm?”
He raised his head to stare at the young woman who was gazing at him straight in the eyes.
“ I’m ready to forget my career to follow my husband.”
“Do you want children?”
“Sho, stop it already! Your bad manners are unbearable.”
“That’s why we’re here, isn’t it? We’re trying to find an agreement, so we should ask the good questions since the very beginning.”
The woman stood up and walked to the entrance as fast as her outfit allowed her to, her mother right behind her. Sho’s mother pinched her lips angrily and the man threw her his most innocent gaze.
“What? If she can’t answer to a simple question, I have nothing to do with her.”
“You have been awful beyond words; you didn’t give her the slightest chance.”
“Mother, I’m not looking for a wife, YOU decided alone that it was time for me to marry someone. I’m hot tempered and so? It’s not a big deal, father is far worst. I have to go now, excuse me.”
“Where are you going?”
“At work, of course.”
“You will apologize to Aoi-san.”
“I’ll do.”
“Sho?”
“Hm?”
“Come back home sometimes. We didn’t see you lately and your father begins to wonder why.”
“I swear.”
He kissed his mother’s cheek and walked through the overcrowded reception of the hotel. He took off his tie and got into his car, turning on the music to forget this messy date. If only he could get rid of these boring stuffs once for all, the omiai, the charity event, the Sunday meals…but his mother was too skilled to tease his guiltiness.
It was not 1 PM and his day was finally finished. He headed to his flat and took the nap he dreamed of for hours.
During early evening, he changed his outfit and took the club’s direction.
“Irasshaimase!”
“Hi guys.”
He sat at the big counter and immediately received a cup of coffee in his hands. An animal with a moustache was smiling to him above the warm liquid. Gosh, he should have broken his leg rather than buy a barista machine for the guys, thought Sho…
Behind the counter, the taller of the two employees waited agitatedly his verdict about his...hm…piece of Art.
“It’s a cat?”
“…”
“Or a guinea pig…a dog?”
“A mouse!! Obviously, a mouse!”
“Aiba-chan, no one wish to see a mouse in his coffee. But you improved your skill, I almost recognized it this time.”
Sho took a sip of the bitter and warm liquid and felt immediately better.
“Omiai? Again?”
He nodded and smirked to the man who was sitting by my side.
“Yep.”
“Pretty?”
“Not bad.”
“So the wedding?”
“Never, my performance was not bad too.”
“Your mother must be furious.”
“Rather furious. But if she’s angry with me for a few weeks and refuses to talk to me, it’s a good deal.”
“What’s the problem, the wedding or your mother?”
“Both I guess.”
“And if you miss the woman of your life because of your stubbornness?”
“I don’t want a woman of my life, precisely. Only one, it’s too…sad.”
“I can’t wait to see you in love, Sho-kun.” said Jun, patting his thigh before standing up to join Masaki behind the counter.
“Love is not for everyone, guys, and I love my bachelorhood. And…you’re not precisely an example to follow.”
“There!” shouted Masaki, not following the conversation. He handed Sho a new cup and crossed his arms on his chest.
“It’s…let me guess…”
“…Ugly.” said Jun after a quick glimpse at the cup and Aiba looked at him furiously. “I’m gonna show you, let me do this.”
He grabbed a cup, and began to draw beautiful curves in the coffee. Mister Perfection…
“By the way, Boss you have to receive the new applicants for the waiter job.”
“Can you take care of this, it’s not my stuff.”
“I’ve got an appointment I can’t miss and Masaki~” He stared at Masaki who’s trying his best to draw a …okay he gave up.
“Okay, I’ll do it.”
There was only one guy at the appointment time but at the very second he passed the threshold, Sho decided to hire him. He was so out-of-place that it was baffling and almost comical. With his Snow White T-shirt he was so cute and innocent that Sho could only look forward to seeing him walking through the overcrowded club with his platter. If he could have fun with him, he won’t hold back.
“Why should I hire you?”
“I already worked as waiter and I’m a nice guy. I’m polite and good at listening to others.”
Cute…did he already say it?
“Spin around, good looking guy. Show me your back.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“You certainly have a big heart but what’s important here is the size of another organ.”
He blushed! For how many years since Sho had not seen someone blushing, he really wonder? Since middle school surely. If he wasn’t so het, he would have had an erection on the spot, he thought suddenly.
“Good! Snow White, look at me. You can blush and your ass is cute. You’re hired.”
“I’m hired because of my ass?!”
“You’re hired thanks to your ass. You work tonight at the opening. Be here one and half-hour before. See you. By the way, I’m Sakurai. But you can call me Boss.”
He was already totally fond of him and he couldn’t wait to tease him to make him blush again. Sho Sakurai was sure he would never get enough of it.
TBC...
