He zipped up his pants and was on his way, throwing a wad of money at my naked and sweaty body. I gladly accepted the small amount money and shoved it in the bottom drawer of my dresser. I went to the restroom and spit out that awful taste of cigarettes, vodka, and semen. Terrible combination, I know.

I slithered into my clothes and threw on my shoes. My rear was a little sore, but it was nothing urgent. My baby blue hair was all over the place, and it made me laugh lightly. Sex hair. I brushed it with my fingers and figured that was better than nothing.

My last client was one I had never met before. I have a lot of those; in and out customers that will forget about me come the next time they fuck someone else, whether it be another prostitute or a different stranger. Hell, a lot of the men around here will pay me to do a little show with their friends while still wearing a ring on their finger. I despise those men, but money is money, and I don't seem to ever get enough of it. If it came easily, I wouldn't be doing this. Male prostitution is very common around this part of Tokyo though, and this is the quickest way to make cash.

My second client of the day (and my last), requested for me to meet him at his house. He said that he's around my age - sixteen - and believes we went to school together in the past, but I'm not for sure. I just know he doesn't go to my school now, Seirin High, because I don't do work for people I see around often. For example, I had to reject a request from an upperclassmen, Hyuga, for the sole reason that I see him in the hallway a lot.

I waved over a cab and gave him the adress of the house I was supposed to be driven to. It was a fifteen minute drive, but it felt so much longer with my over-imaginative mind thinking of every single person my client may be. His voice over the phone sounded very, very familiar, but I couldn't put a face to it. It was on the very tip of my tongue.

I threw my money at the taxi driver and thanked him. The house before me was a two story house with a huge basketball court in the backyard. I gulped nervously and brushed my fingers through my hair again, taking a deep breath before knocking on his door.

The door swung open moments after, and the boy grinned at me slyly.

"Hello, Tetsuya," he greeted casually, moving out of the way and signaling for me to walk inside. My jaw dropped in disbelief.

"Akashi?"