Chapter Notes

I created based on the idea of dorama Love Concierge. Idea because I do not know where the dorama has English subs and I would like to understand better what happens since I do not understand much Japanese.

"Welcome to the Rozen Ladunav Hotel," I say, looking from the laptop on my desk to the woman in front of me, smiling with recognition.

"Hey!" She, removing her sunglasses, opens a smile. "I want a room. And ... I want to make an appointment with 'Aria'. "

"Understood." I say, smiling, and pulling out of a drawer a black card with the word 'Love' written in bright silver in several languages. "Name?"

"Seriously you even asked that to your own sister?" She comments, making me smile.

"Sorry, but I need to follow the protocol of the Hotel," I reply, looking back at the computer. "Double bedroom?"

"Single," she answers, and frowns.

I look back at her and sigh, grabbing a key with a pair of ice skates keyring from my pocket, and I extend the two items to her.

"Room 1903." I say, determined.

"What about the registration?" She asks, definitely confused.

"You'll understand when you enter the room," I reply, smiling at her. "I wish you a good stay and good luck."

"Thanks," she says, picking up the key and card, saying goodbye and pulling away.

I watch her wearing a black social trousers, light blue blouse with long sleeves. On the right hand, an average red wheelcase makes me deduce that she intends to spend only a few days at the hotel. I'll have my answers later.

...

When Mari Katsuki opens the bedroom door and 3 super cute poodles advance on her, she starts laughing loudly, finally understanding what he meant before. That room belongs to him.

~ x ~

When Mari, wearing a long navy blue silk sleeveless dress, gold chain around her neck, and a small black long shoulder bag on her shoulder, arrives at the hotel bar on the same floor as her brother's bedroom, floor of the Hotel, she notices that someone plays piano. When she recognizes the song, Yuri on Ice! She can not help but shed a tear. After all, it's a song that brings a lot of memories to her and especially to her little brother, who is the one playing at that moment.

There he is. Yuuri Katsuki, wearing only black pants and a long sleeved shirt folded up to the elbows open with the first two front buttons, long hair slid back with gel and without his glasses, playing one of his own compositions. He plays with his eyes closed, moving his body as if he were dancing in harmony with the music he plays, even though one hand is covered by a black glove, hiding certain marks from the audience. After all, Aria must be a perfect gentleman. Not someone defective like Yuuri.

Mari goes to the table indicated on the card and sits, then being attended by a waiter.

"Good evening." He greets her, looking at the card she holds in her left hand. "Aria will attend to you soon. Would you like something to drink?"

"Sakê," she says, lighting a cigarette.

"Immediately." The waiter steps away.

When she least expects, someone takes the cigarette out of her mouth. When she turns, she sees Aria put the cigarette in her mouth, with a glass of ice in it in her left hand. He sits down in front of her and puts his glass on the table, pulling the cigarette out of his mouth and blowing smoke out of it.

"Mari Katsuki," he says, his face cocked and looking cool. "How can I help you?"

She looks at him seriously for minutes before she lets out a sigh and lights a new cigarette. A few more minutes are spent in silence, which is only broken when the waiter serves sake for Mari and Whiskey in the ice cup for Aria.

"I fell in love," Mari says, making Aria raise her eyebrow. "For a woman."

"Go on," he says, taking his cigarette out of his mouth and sipping his drink from his glass.

"She's ... a writer too. Apparently, we're both fans of each other's work and we met when she was signing her new book in my favorite bookstore. When I asked her to sign my copy, I saw her one of my books and asked about them. I do not deny that I was embarrassed when she praised my work and in the heat of the moment I took a pen and autographed her book. "She explains, noting that the man in front of her just looks at her with a smile on her face, drink and cigarette.

She pauses to smoke and drink too, without taking her eyes off him.

"We ended up friends and we went out together several times. In one of these, she told me that she is a lesbian and interested in someone. Suddenly, I felt as if I had been betrayed by her. Of course, as a good friend, I listened and stayed with her until the end, but with each passing minute, I felt more and more hurt inside. And then, I enjoyed that I came to see 'that' here and I decided to ask for your help. "

"Very well," he says, taking the rest of the drink and smashing the cigarette into the ashtray in the middle of the table. "I just know your side of the story and I really wish you had invited her here, but due to 'that', I understand why you did not do it. My advice to you is to talk to her. Talk and ask for details about the girl she is interested in and listen to what she has to say. If, based on what you hear, you think everything is okay, you can tell what you feel for it. Do not wrap it up and let it out naturally. "

"So you think I should confess to her?" She asks, wiping her cigarette out on the ashtray as well.

"If you think you can. I don't want to force anything, "he repeats, taking a deep breath. "But you two need to talk."

She closes her eyes and smiles.

"I owe you one, little brother."

"I'm glad I can help you, Mari-nee."

They ask for more drinks and they catch up on the day. When Mari talks about her parents, Yuuri bites her lip and drops a tear.

"A little longer, Mari. Just a little more."

"I know, Yuuri. I know."

~ x ~

"..."

"Mari? Where are you?"

"You are?"

"Where's Mari? I need to talk to her."

"Mari is sleeping in my bed. We drank too much. "

"Where is she? I'll take her to my house. "

"She is fine, she is fine. Now, what are you to her? "

"I ... I'm her friend."

"Oh? For a friend, you seem very agitated. By any chance ... do you like her? "

"That's none of your business."

"It really is. My name is Yuuri Katsuki and I am Mari's younger brother. "

"Yuuri? But you do not live in Paris? "

"Yes."

"So ... is she in Paris?"

"Yes."

"Hahahaha, it's just her face suddenly disappearing without warning anyone."

"I apologize for the way I said it now. It's almost 5 in the morning here and it made me more tired than usual. "

"It's ok, Yuuri. But I'm afraid of losing the friendship I have for her. "

"Same-sex relationships are more complicated than normal. Would you mind if I gave you some advice? "

"Please."

"Talk to her. If she asks about whom you like, try to leave tips in the form of compliments. Start with something simple and after a while, be more direct. Speak and listen to what she has to say. If you confess to her when you find it appropriate and take it easy. "

"Wow!"

"I wish you good luck."

"Thank you. I wish you well, too. "

"..."

...

"Luck? Aria does not need luck. "

...

"Aria, my dear. What do I do to have you in my bed tonight? "

"Nothing, Madame. But keep in mind that Aria takes any kind of love seriously. "

...

"And Yuuri Katsuki is someone who does not deserve any kind of love."

~ x ~

"Vicchan, Makkachin, Yucchan! I'm back! Did you behave well in my absence? Oh! Apparently, Mari helped me. Did you thank Aunt Mari? Hm? "

"No problem, consider as a gift to Aria."

"Deal."

~ x ~

"Yuuri, Aria has received new gifts."

"Thank you, Phi. Can you leave it in my room for me? "

"Always. Key?"

"Just knock. Mari is in my room. "

"Mari? So…"

"No. Just a little more. "

"I understand. Ah yes. It seems that a Russian staff working on a television channel has an interest in Aria. "

"Don't tell me is ..."

"Stammi Viccino TV. It looks like a whole Russian team is coming here. "

"Russians?"

"Yes. Even the journalist Victor Nikiforov seems to be coming later. "

"Victor…"

"Yuuri?"

"Oh! Sorry, Phichit. I just did not expect something like that. "

"Well, Aria is very famous on the internet and her Instagram is super popular mainly because of her fofuxos."

"True."

And maybe, Victor Nikiforov will not remember me, after all.