Never in his life had he met anyone who had the balls to challenge him. That except for Suzuki. But his grudge with Suzuki was much more personal than he’d ever let the other know. But who was this pint-size, smooth talking, boy think he was to dissect him and treat him as if he wasn’t strong enough to knock out a few of his teeth. The way the boy was so condescending. Kyou couldn’t stand him, yet something about the gaze in the other’s eyes made it hard for him to draw away.
❝ Hah, speak for yourself, Squirt. Do you even know who I am? I can easily make you cry back home to parents if you really wanna pick a fight with me. ❞
How it ticked him off being undermined. But he had little time to continue their spat. He had to get to school. His perfect attendance and getting to school on time wasn’t about to get ruined by this kid. For now, he’ll just call it a draw. Better for the other before he tears him down on the ground.
❝ Well, this was a boring conversation. Next time, I won’t be so generous and let you off the hook if you get in a way of plans again. ❞
With that, the redhead turned off on the heels of his nicely polished oxfords and made his way toward Yukio. Yukio and Yumia was a probably several blocks over from their rival school. So the exchange between the rivaling schools wasn’t hard for them to intermingle. Yukio All Boys School, especially, had it out got Shinjuku. And of course, their insurance to crush them was having their own Ace overpower and trample their Shinjuku counterparts.
Luckily, Kyou made it on time. Sliding down into his seat, feeling disgruntled still from the boy, he had an exchange earlier. Meterorite. He can’t grasp what it was about this boy. He couldn’t get out his head. That fierce determination in his eyes. The sound of his accent rolling off his tongue. And something about his valor for standing up for his friend was unforgettable. But why? That was just a pain in his ass.
He doubts he never has to see him ever again.
Classes went on smoothly as usual. He didn’t have his Boxing Club practice today, but he had to go to work. Making money for what he does best at doing. Charming girls, making them feel wanted just for the night. Even though deep down, he wished that this wasn’t the life to go to.
Honestly, if it wasn’t for that older woman taking care of him before he had gotten on his feet: where would be? Still stuck in an orphanage and forgotten like other kids? He and Arashi knew they would rather sell themselves in some shady rental place than be homeless and on the street. The difference was that Suzuki Corps was being “generous” and let Kyou keep the house of his parents after taking all his inheritance away from their debt. Why did parents fall for a business loan sharks knowing that their business would fail?
Or maybe that was the scheme of the Suzuki Corps all along. Giving people’s families hope and promise before running down their businesses, then collect their debts that can never truly be repaid. That’s the face of the Suzukis. And which is why he was determined to bring down the Shinjuku Ace. But he didn’t understand why Arashi never held a grudge and even is close to him. He thought Arashi was foolish. Even though they clicked because they had a lot in common.
The rental agency stood out like a sore thumb. The flashy neon lights from the sign: “heartHire” that hung over the building. In a place like the Red Light District, this wouldn’t be seen out of the ordinary. It differed from a regular brothel or a host club, especially on a surface value. Walking inside seems like a normal lobby where clients would check in and select the boy of their choice either via phone app, website, or at the kiosk that at the branch.
Most of the selection were men that were considered the age of being 20-29 years old. Some had younger face than others, of course the reason for that was they were much younger than one would think. High school boy from 15-19 years old would sometimes come along or the boss would like their face and offer them money they can’t turned down. There were just three requirements: They had to be good looking, single, and they didn’t have their virginity. Though the last requirement could be negotiated for those who weren’t comfortable enough to sell more intimate services.
Kyou thought the deal was pretty nice; they got paid a lot of money and he can have fun dating without attachments.
Who wouldn’t want a life like that? Not that commitment and Kyou was a fair deal. It would take the right person to change his mind. But as of right now, he hasn’t met them. He doubts he’d ever will.
Something changed about his shift that night. The boss immediately called Kyou into his office and he looked like won the lottery. A brow would quirk in confusion to the sudden excitement their boss was expressing.
Their boss was a flashy and private man. No one knows his name, they just call him "The Boss." He might be in leagues with the Yakuza, but no one dared question his backstory. All they did was do what they was told. Just like this moment, Kyou would be jumping through hoops because he was called.
❝ Sawada, you lucky bastard! ❞ The boss coos as he gripped gently onto his shoulder. ❝ A very lucky VIP requested you. They paid in advance with a lot of cash and requested you. So you better do your best damn acting as a rental. I don’t care what they ask you to do, do it. And do it with the best customer service you can offer! If they tell you get your knees and bark like a dog, you better make the best damn dog impression as if your life depended on it.❞
❝ Whoa, hold on. You sure this isn’t some sort of scam? ❞ Kyou asked skeptically. ❝ Why would someone pay so much in advance for someone they didn’t meet? What package did they even pick? ❞
❝ It’s legit, babe.❞ The boss gleamed, taking out his cigar and lights it carefully. ❝ This client isn’t from Japan either. So might can even milk more of their money than you can. Just don’t question it. You better get ready, you’ll be meeting them within the hour. ❞
A sigh left Kyou’s left, not wanting to argue or inquire any more. He knew the only thing that get their boss to dance and sing was money. Money was probably his true love and nothing else mattered when there was a large sum of it. He knew if he didn’t comply, he might as well kiss both his job and opportunity good bye. If it’s legit, then who was he to complain?
❝ Wonder what kind of girl is she? ❞ Kyou mumbles. ❝ Well, if she’s loaded and enjoys this tourist deal, then I guess I might as well fake it til I make, aye? ❞
At least he can get his mind off that boy from earlier that still haunted his thoughts to this moment.
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