He woke up feeling dizzy, as if the world were turning too fast. He groaned and tried to open the eyes, but the clarity of the room didn't let him. Giving up, he let a sigh and tried to remember what had happened last night.
Fujimiya Ran, teacher of a high class school had completed 26 years the day before. 26 years without someone and still a virgin. Well, until last night, since the few things that flashed through his mind receded sex. Oh yeah… he left work and tried to go home, but couldn't let himself spent another year alone at home, correcting tests and planning classes. So, instead, he drank and went to the most uncommon place someone think he would be – at a brothel.
Well, it wasn't a simple brothel. No… it was some kind of fun house, if one could call that. Expensive enough to only the ones with enough money to pay the highly conceited prostitutes and receive the personal treatment. Well… it happened he was wealthy for this and much more. After all, he was a teacher and an ex-student from Koua High School, the academy that graduated the new leaders of the Japanese society. He now was one of the selected persons that teach in that so high conceited academy.
However, until that day, never crossed his mind to spend his money with prostitutes, or as they called themselves at that house, sex professionals. Since her death he let his birthdays pass without ever knowing it. But yesterday, one of his students had discovered and gave him a necktie as a birthday present. Her smile was so cheerful that immediately he remembered all the painful memories from the past.
He just wanted to forget to feel that pain. He just wanted to get away for his solitaire life and, for the first time, feel something different.
Opening his amethyst eyes, he saw a strange place. It wasn't his home. He probably was still at the room located in that house. Well… it wasn't some surprise, since he was drunk enough to make home. And sore. Yeah… he let another man have his ways with him. Because of this… was he gay?
He truly wanted to know, because if it was the case, he could affirm that something in his life was authentic, because everything was just a void. He didn't have nothing, not even emotions. Maybe he had search for a man that night because a man could make him feel pain, to make him feel alive with pain.
It certainly had hurt, because he was hurting right now in the place where he was ravished. The smell of sex still lingering the room and his one-night lover was there, right by his side, still asleep. Or rather waking up.
The sun-tanned body was spread alongside his, making a strange contrast. While he was lean and sickly pale, the man beside him was well muscled and had that bronze skin which make someone imagine if he did artificial tanning everyday. He was wearing a mask, as all of them, making practically impossible to see his eyes, but he knew that man was with the eyes open.
"Good morning, Mr. Red", said the man in a seductive voice, bringing the name he used inside that house. No one used their real names here. That man right by his side was called Number 001. Interesting way to ranking and identify the professionals of this house…
"I assume that you're alright?", he asked again, this time yawning and stretching while he was sitting at the bed.
"Yes. I think so", he answered, still eyeing the man with the black mask that hid the eyes.
"Would you like another time with me, sir?", the man asked in a business-seduction voice. "I would be more than satisfied to please you again, sir", he smiled seductively and combed the shoulder-length brown hair with the fingertips.
"No. I think I have to go home", he said, trying to sit, but found himself still dizzy because all the alcohol consumed last night. And the pain between his legs, this time, was uncomfortable.
"Sir, I think you aren't very well yet. Let me call someone of the medical staff…"
"No!", he almost shouted, feeling a light surge of panic invade himself. "I'm alright. I'm just dizzy."
"Ok."
Silence fell for some instants before the sun kissed man directed his words to him again.
"Would you like me to bath you, sir?", asked that seductive voice again. "It's a courtesy of mine, since you gave me something so important last night…"
His eyes went wide with this, trying to remember when had he said about his lack of experience in sex to that man…
"You don't need to tell me, sir", said the man, almost as if he had read his thoughts. "I have experience in this kind of thing, as you can see and I can feel when is someone's first time. I apologize if I had been rude with you sir."
"No, you didn't."
"You shed blood in our joining last night, sir. I know you might be hurt… I apologize for this."
He felt his body grow hot of shame. Last night he had bled like some virginal princess and nonetheless with a prostitute… Why all his life would have to be so damn painful? He got up abruptly and almost fell on the floor, but helpful hands caught him at time. He focused at the concerned face of the man and looking past him, saw the blood at the light sheets that covered the rumpled bed. His blood. Like some pos-nuptial proof, the proof that he was a pathetic man incapable to have a true relationship, and needed the help of some prostitute to give him a little pleasure. But, for him, it was only pain.
"Are you alright, sir?" the man asked worried, making him sit down on the bed.
He only responded with an affirmative gesture and breathed slow, while feeling the soothing hands of his one-night lover combing his long crimson hair, that was unbraided. He never let it unbraid. Not even to sleep. When did he let this happen? Better forget this and everything, because, last night was a break for everything that was normal from him.
"I would like to take a shower before to go home, please", he said, getting up again, this time with the help of "Number 001".
"Would you like me to help you, sir?"
"No. I don't think so. I think I can wash myself."
"As you wish, Mr. Red. Meanwhile, I'll ask for your breakfast."
"I won't eat."
"But you drank too much last night…"
"I just want to go home, please."
"As you wish, sir. Your clothes are on the table beside the sink."
"Thank you. You can go now."
"I hope to see you again at our house in the near future."
"Hm."