A/N: This started to bother me last night, and I knew I just had to write this… though I would've preferred if I could have wrote it last night…
Anyway, I really enjoyed writing this, and as it is still early on, I hope you can point any flaws with it so I can fix it early. Thank you!
Summary:
The strangeness of the night allowed Takumi to receive a visitor he cannot pass – Misaki, the hostess.
Warning: language (yes, I'm going to be vulgar)
Prologue
It was nearly morning, though it helped that it was now winter so that the sun was not within sight quite yet, but then again, the rain was freezing.
Takumi sighed; he really should buy an umbrella… if he ever had the money to, which would not be any time soon, since he never had money.
He drowned himself in his own thoughts while running through the freezing rain, swearing silently in his mind at the troubles that lay ahead, such as his bills and food rations, he realized the fact that he had forgotten his cell phone at work. Swearing out loud this time, Takumi decided against running back to get it through the rain, but rather to live one day without it.
His apartment was in sight, and suppressing the urge to tear the slimy wet clothes from his body, he increased his speed to a fast sprint, and stopped pristinely when he realized there was a girl blocking the stairway. She sat beneath dim light on the stairs of his apartment, finding shelter from the rain, though she was visibly soaked from head to toe.
Deciding it would be best to just walk around her, Takumi did so…
Yet somehow, he ended up bringing her back to his apartment.
His Japanese style flat was rather small, and had virtually no furniture except for a small, old Kotatsu and a single futon, except futons did not exactly count as 'furniture'. So just the Kotatsu.
"Why don't you take a shower?" He asked softly, leading her into the small, run-down flat.
The girl merely nodded, now under the light, Takumi peered into her face a bit better. She had large, amber eyes, very attractive. Takumi doubted she would actually have a problem finding a place to stay even if he had left her there. Her purple-blue lips shivered as she glided across the room after taking off expensive looking heels. Now that Takumi took a deeper glance at her, in fact, from head to toe, there was not a single item she carried that was not designer.
The sound of running water danced in his ears, he had left her with one of his long T-shirts and a pair of washed boxers along with the only towel he owned. He wondered if she was thrown away from some rich sugar daddy and left to sulk in the rain. In the end, he decided against it, after all, he doubted she would come back with a poor looking boy after sitting in the lowliest neighborhood in the area.
Interesting… he thought to himself, finding himself more amused than he should be, a run-away, perhaps?
"I'm done…" A soft voice sounded behind him, and Usui almost jumped, keyword: almost.
She sounded drunk, her words slightly slurred, and her amber eyes rather dim and lifeless, she was pretty… no, very beautiful despite being clad in Usui's T-shirt, boxers, and a towel swung around her shoulders. He could see the two points on his T-shirt from the lack of a bra.
"I dried your clothes," He murmured in an equally quiet voice.
The girl walked towards him, somewhat wobbly, and dropped a diamond earring on the table, "rent."
He pocketed it without another word, "Your name?"
She paused, and bit her lip, "Misa."
From her expression, Takumi could see the struggle that she evidently did not want to bother put up with, and he embraced the word.
It has been a long time since he had found something this interesting.
"Takumi." He offered, sliding a plate of fried rice towards her.
She simply laid down and shook her head, closing her eyes in the process.
(*)
In the end, Takumi had split the futon into two, the covers and the bottom, and proceeded to sleeping on the floor with the bottom after giving the top to 'Misa', who fell asleep, completely defenseless like some drunkard.
By the time the two woke up, it was seven at night. Usui stretched and walked to his near empty refrigerator, passing 'Misa', who was still dead asleep on his floor, pink lips pouting slightly.
He stuffed Misa's earring in a small box in the closet, maybe he'll sell it when things get too bad, he thought to himself. Most of the time, Takumi brings in enough for one person, then again, Takumi uses no electronics except for a battered old cell phone and the lamp, which is his only light source in the little flat. The stove and shower ran on gas, and a little window in the bathroom was all that provided light for the place, except Takumi is only awake during night, so that didn't help.
The sun had almost completely set, though Takumi wasn't quite sure, since it was raining again, he really needed that umbrella.
Life continued like that for a while, Takumi would come back to his flat, and find badly cooked food waiting for him on his kitchen counter, in fact, Misa's rice balls were so inedible they looked and tasted like stainless steel. The girl is usually asleep by the time Takumi came back from work, and by the time Takumi wakes up, Misa would be writing in a small notebook, or reading one of Takumi's collection of books.
It was a nice cycle, and Takumi wasn't quite sure when, but he had gotten used to Misa's presence, despite their lack of communication, that is, until one strange day, Takumi found him at a lack of money for food.
"Why don't you find a job?"
Misa looked up from her little book, her amber eyes piercing, "I thought I pay you for that."
"Rent, but not food."
She looked down again, "where do you recommend?" She muttered in a strong voice, slightly cocky, but slightly curious.
He frowned; he doubted Misa would want to use any of her real identification, and the last thing he wanted was to throw her into night work. No, maybe not working was better.
"Never mind." He shrugged, and thumbed the sad coins in his pocket.
What happened next, was not what he expected.
Misa stalked towards him, and slammed her little book and pen down with a loud blow, and stuck her face right near his, lemon eyes meeting lime ones.
"Do you think I'm useless? Where do you work? I'll go there too." Her face was neither menacing nor was her tone, but Takumi could feel her aura waving off on him, and as much as though Takumi would hate to admit it, the ever-so-cool Takumi was slightly intimidated. Keyword: slightly.
He almost wanted to laugh, and he did, spurting out a string of giggles in front of her very confused face.
"Do you want to know, Misa-chan?" He smirked, emerald eyes glistening with the bit of amusement that still hung in his glint.
Misa narrowed hers.
"If you must, I work at a host club."
A/N: sorry for bombarding you again… but I think I'll rewrite this prologue again when I have time. Just thought I'd let you know…