Hello everyone¡, so this is my first story and…well, it´s actually not the first I´ve ever written but it is the first one I publish. Please bear with me, english is not my native language so if you notice any spelling mistakes or another horrendous thing please let me know, I accept any type of criticism n_n .

This is basically an AU so expect a bit OOCness, the pairings are Munakata/Mikoto and Fushimi/Yata, because they´re my OTPs so yeah. Rating WILL change mostly for some smut (yes I know you want it) in the future, but for now a T rating will suffice, just because I have a very sore language as well as some characters. But enough talking.

DISCLAIMER: Characters and places described here are not mine (sadly) K project belongs to it´s respective owners, I just do this for fun.

Prologue:

If there was something Munakata Reisi lacked...well, let's just say it wasn't money.
Certainly being the heir to a powerful chain of banks also known as 'Scepter4' could help him achieve what his mischievous brain could desire. From his handmade wooden crib at the tender age of 2 months, to the fancy sports car he got for his eighteenth birthday.
Yes, he had it all.
And Reisi was a firm believer that, if he met whoever said money couldn't buy happiness, he could surely show him otherwise.

"Good morning sir, how are you feeling?" A soft, yet firm feminine voice woke him up from his daydream. Munakata looked up to see a pair of blue eyes filled with concern. He smiled softly at her.
Awashima Seri had been his father's closest friend. Of course his father will never say it out loud, but he wasn't stupid, he knew Seri and his father had shared a rather...intimate relationship when his mother passed away.

"Sir?" She asked again.
"Yes, Seri I'm fine thank you. What time is it?" Awashima took out her phone and gave it a brief look.
"6:00am sir, perfect to have breakfast and arrange some paperwork before school starts". Ugh, paperwork. His pink lips parted to let out a soft sigh.

Since his father's retirement was getting closer and closer, Reisi had to take care of his duties; half managing to keep the company afloat as well as his grades. Even though sometimes he felt like a drowned old man he knew these things couldn't be managed by someone else. That, and the fact he had been trained since he could talk for this specific task.

"I will, Awashima, is Fushimi-kun here yet?" The woman's features became more irritated as the boy's name reached her ears. She was careful not to let it be too noticeable, but Munakata could read her like a book.

"He is, unfortunately, sir". She said between her teeth. Reisi could only watch with amusement. "Great, I'll be there shortly". With that, the blonde woman left the room.

Reisi closed his sapphire eyes and took a deep breath. Here we go again.

A lot of people think, that when you have lost a loved one you only becomes stronger, for the sake of them and yourself, to keep the promise to find themselves again, someday.

For Suoh Mikoto those words are nothing more than bullshit.

What was the point in being ridiculously rich if you had no one to love you or hold you tight?
So Mikoto did the only thing he thought at the moment and bought the bar next to his old house. The place reeked of alcohol and cigarettes, but somehow it felt almost too familiar. After all, since his parents died the bar and the people working there had been his family, the redheaded male felt inclined towards those who helped him through the worst. So he only returned the favor by restoring the place and turning it into a home for those helpless young boys. Like they did to him a few years ago.

"Mikoto?" Said male looked down to see a small cute girl dressed in a beautiful black dress. She was holding his hand between her petite ones.
"What is it?" Anna pointed at the clock hanging on the nearest wall.
"You'll be late for school...again". Suoh only closed his eyes and sighed annoyed.

He was tired. Now that he had no money, Mikoto had to attend a rather...well, a not-so-fancy school. To be honest, it was very crowned and nothing like what he was used to his whole life, but, it was a price he was willing to pay for a normal, dramatic-free life.

Little that he knew, things were about to get a bit more than dramatic. A hell lot.