X Ch 1 X
"I don't want to be a virgin anymore" Kara Arakawa said matter-of-factly to her friend Renge.
"Well, I don't know how I can help you with that, seeing that I don't have the necessary equipment to devirginize you." Renge replied with a rueful smile. "Besides, I don't do girls. But if I were a guy, then we could talk." She eyed her red-haired, green-eyed, petite, voluptuous friend.
"I'm not talking about you, airhead." Kara replied with the familiarity and irreverence of a longtime friend. "I'm talking maybe one of those wonderfully handsome, virile and oh-so-dumb actors that you handle. I don't want to go through the whole nine yards of dating, dinners, foreplay, blah-blah-blah. I just want to do it. Surely, you can find one horny enough for a one-night stand with no questions asked."
"I run a respectable talent and public relations agency here, Kara, not a bordello. I'm not a pimp, you know."
"Oh, I know that. You have my utmost respect for building such a successful business from scratch, through your own sweat and blood, with very little help from daddy. I'm just asking for a name…of someone I could hook-up with, you know, someone who has that kind of a lifestyle. I'm not gonna molest the guy."
"Well, I don't know. What would you say your type was? Go on, point him out to me." Renge gestured to the rows of pictures displayed on her wall – unlabelled pictures of all her clients. Regardless of fame or success in the industry, she was proud of all her clients.
"Oh, this one's too buff. That one's too short. Oooohhh, how about this one? Oh no, too handsome – he's probably gay, right?" Renge's smile of reaction told Kara that she was right.
"Oh my, this one's like a God. He's hot, but there seems to be a happy yet tragic look in his eyes, like he's wounded but trying not to mind the pain. I could work with that. And he doesn't appear to be gay." Kara pointed to a particular blond guy caught in a candid shot. The guy wasn't in one of his "impress the ladies" mode so his charm and radiance was toned down. Also, what the picture doesn't show is that he was gazing at one Haruhi Fujioka, who was walking down the aisle to marry his best friend.
"Ah, that guy's not really the type to sleep around…" Renge started.
"Oh come on. You're telling me a guy that hot doesn't sleep around? He must be gay."
"Well, he's just been through a recent emotional upheaval and besides, he's not just a client, he's a friend. And he really isn't the type who sleeps around." But even as Renge continued her explanations, the wheels inside her fan-girl, moe-filled brain were already starting to turn. That particular client of hers was caught in a slump lately. Maybe a jumpstart in his sex life could bring him back to life.
"I'll tell you what. I'll give you the name of the place where he always hangs out. I'm sorry but with this guy, that's the most I can do."
"That's all I'm going to need." Kara shot back confidently.
"Really? If that's all you're going to need then how come you're still a virgin at 28?" Renge asked with a smug smile.
In reply, Kara gave Renge the glare of death.
"Anyway, so which bar is it? Is it Rodney's? Kana's? Zuu? Circles?" Kara continued, rattling off the names of the most exclusive, upper-end bars in Tokyo.
"No. It's called Sweet Inspirations. It's a popular pastry and tea shop. Here's the address."
Kara gave her a deadpan look. "A pastry shop?"
xXx
Tamaki Suou was downing chamomile tea like his life depended on it. He doesn't understand it, but lately, his usual zest for life seems to have faded. Even the sugar rush brought about by eating God knows how many slices of cake didn't seem to have any effect on his mood.
The proprietor of the shop approached him. Tamaki was a regular, one of his most valuable customers.
"Tama-chan." Hunny said with a smile. The stoic Mori was, as usual, still beside the cute blond.
Tamaki answered with a smile and a nod of his head.
"Tama-chan," Hunny said. "You've been hanging out here for the past one and half month already. I'm not complaining – your presence is good for business after all. But don't you think its time that you stop brooding and start living again? They've been married for almost 2 months already. Honestly, you're not the brooding type." Hunny continued, his sweet smile belying the bluntness of his words.
"Hnn." said Mori.
"You made your choice when you chose to protect our host club family and to not pursue Haru-chan. You wouldn't have been able to forgive yourself if you were the one to break up that family because of what you see as a selfish love for Haruhi. Because that's the kind of person you are. You put others above yourself. And if the friendship and brotherhood in the host club is greater than your love for Haru-chan, then you probably didn't love her enough – and you made the right decision. But I also think that deep down, you didn't think that it would work, you and Haru-chan." Hunny said softly.
Then his voice turned mean, AB-blood type mean.
"So stop hiding behind cake already. Here's a bottle of brandy. We're closing the shop. You, Takashi and me are going to have a drinking session tonight. And then that's it. You'll wake up with a hangover tomorrow but it'll be a new start for you, ne? No more of this moping and growing mushrooms nonsense. Otherwise, me and Takashi will not only kick your ass, we'll also kick you out of our shop."
Two bottles of brandy later, Tamaki was feeling a lot more cheerful. He was smiling an idiotic smile as he waved Hunny and Mori goodbye from the doorstep of the shop. His condominium building was just two blocks away so he always walks to and from Hunny's shop.
He was sluggishly walking down the steps of the shop when he bumped into a small woman, who was reading from a small slip of paper and then glancing at the flickering sign of the pastry shop.
"Ooomph." Kara said as she tried to keep her balanced.
Tamaki grabbed the girl's arm to keep her from falling and bumped his head on hers.
"Aw!" Tamaki stopped and rubbed his poor aching head. "Ooops. Ssshorry." Hiccup."I didn't quite see you there." Hiccup. "Are you oriiiiight?" Tamaki gave the girl a silly, lopsided grin.
Wow! He's even hotter in person, even inebriated. Oh well, I guess this is as good an approach as any – taking advantage of the drunk guy. Kara gazed at Tamaki with a look of dazed wonder and calculation.
Then, without any second thoughts, Kara grabbed the opportunity and kissed the already witless Tamaki senseless.
This time, it was Tamaki who went "Oomph."
xXx
In a dark alley lurking by, a paparazzi was watching the entire scene with a satisfied leer. He couldn't quite get a good angle on the girl but Tamaki Suou's famous profile was undeniable. He raised his camera and proceeded to shoot to his heart's content.
xXx
Still dizzy with the alcohol, Tamaki couldn't quite control his instincts. When the girl started kissing him, his first unchecked reaction was to kiss back. And kiss back he did. He backed her into a wall on the alley and continued kissing her deeply. Alcohol seems to have rid him of his inhibitions.
Kara was kissing him back for all she was worth and running her fingers through his hair. Suddenly he pulled away.
"No. Stop. Can't think straight." Tamaki said.
"I don't want you to think. I want you to feel." Kara grabbed his head and forced him down for another kiss.
Tamaki broke the kiss again. He rested his forehead unto hers, his breathing heavy.
"My…apartment's…not far from here…" Tamaki said, a little hesitantly.
"That's…good. Let's go." Kara said, also gasping for breath. She pulled his hand and started walking, dragging him along.
But Tamaki didn't seem to appreciate being pulled anywhere and gave her an odd look instead.
"Do you even know where my apartment is?"
"No I don't."
"Then why are you pulling me?"
"I don't know, ok? But please can we just go to your apartment now?"
"I'm having second thoughts."
"No, no, no! I don't even want you to have first thoughts, let alone second ones." Kara jerked on his arm, pulling him towards her and started kissing him again. Again, Tamaki pulled away.
"I'm drunk, lady, not stupid." He grabbed her arm and started pulling her towards his apartment building - the opposite direction of where she was going.
"I know. But isn't going a little crazy the point of getting drunk? The beauty of it all is that you won't even remember the crazy things you did when you wake up in the morning. All you will know is that your head is pounding like hell and all you want to do is go back to sleep." Kara said as she was being dragged along by Tamaki.
To Tamaki's already muddled and befuddled brain, her wordy explanation seemed enough. She was willing and she seemed sane enough to know exactly what she was doing. Still there were a few questions that he needed to get out of the way – just as a precaution. So he stopped. Abruptly.
"Ok, I'm following you. But I need to ask you, do you have any medical conditions I should know about?" Tamaki asked pointedly.
"No, I'm clean as a whistle. And you?" Kara asked. She already knew from Renge that he was also clean.
"The same." Tamaki started walking again. He entered the doorway of a very posh building, nodded to the doorman and proceeded to the elevators. In her haste, Kara missed the surprised look the doorman shot her. The doors dinged open and they entered the elevator.
2nd floor.
3rd floor.
4th floor.
5th floor.
"My God! What's your floor anyway?" Kara asked impatiently.
"Penthouse. The 40th floor. Why?"
"Too long." Kara backed him against the elevator walls and proceeded to kiss him again.
Kara was finding her reaction to this guy amazing. She wasn't normally overcome with lust but there's something about this guy that just throws her off. The first time she saw him, she just wanted to jump him. It was just pure, undeniable chemistry.
Tamaki was in no condition to think that deeply about what was happening here. He didn't do one-night-stands and he didn't do groupies. All he knew was that he was drunk, this girl came on to him and he was taking what she was offering.
They didn't know how they made it into Tamaki's apartment, let alone his bedroom. It was just a jumble of articles of clothing flying away, piece by piece.
When they were on the bed about to get to the good stuff, Tamaki gazed down at his partner.
"I'm Tamaki Suou, by the way." Then he went to suck her neck and then nuzzled his way to the point where neck and shoulder met, where a tiny birthmark the shape of a heart captured his attention.
Kara moaned in pleasure.
"I'm someone who you will never see again." Kara said and Tamaki swallowed her words with his kisses.
Then there no more words. Just pleasure.
xXx
As expected, Tamaki woke up with a splitting headache. He rubbed his head, trying to alleviate at least some of the pain. He had a feeling that he was forgetting something but for the life of him cannot remember.
He flipped to his side and his arm instinctively flung to the other side of the bed, his arms searching for something. Not finding anything (or anyone), he shot up into a sitting position, sending his head into spirals.
Then everything clicked.
Even drunk as he was, he still remembered last night as one of the best sex he has ever had in his life. (Not the he had a lot, mind you) Being drunk didn't affect his performance in bed one bit and his partner seemed to go all out to experience everything with him. The result was one amazing night of pleasure.
And now, she was gone, leaving no trace behind, no way that he could find her.
With a groan, Tamaki dropped his head back down to the pillow and went back to sleep.
X End ch1 X
Notes: Not researched. Do not know bars in Tokyo.