Based on non-english Aesthetic Rose with later breif mentionings of Toy with Saddness. Yaoi tons; no flames or reports. Yaoi is two guys...having sex. Don't say I did not warn you. Do Enjoy.
Aesthetic Rose
Chapter One: May you live in interesting times...
Akira was a bartender. He was also a professional peircer...not just for the ears. Many times people asked him to peirce their ears (or which ever part of their face they wished him to peirce) and he would oblige. Latly, he didn't even notice the people he peirced. Didn't notice any of his customers actully. Infact, if you were to ask his best friend Keisuke he would say that Akira was numb and strange having even now found sex to be boring of all things while chewing his bottem lip in worry.
That day however, Akira was working out Japan's biggest problems in his head when a strange new customer came up...
"Hey!" Akira looked up at the hooded man.
Now at first glance he seemed like any other customer. He had blond hair and tatoos. Nothing completly unordinary about him. Sure he had filed his canine teeth to points but hey. That's nothing compared to the drunkerd sociapathic drug userss they got every day.
"What's it to be?" asked Akira like any other day.
Now comes the odd part.
"Um...You and Brad Pitt naked on a bed." Akira raised his eyebrow. -Yeah, I don't think that's going to happen any time soon.-He thought. The man grinned phoychopathiclly causeing Akira to start. It most certainly wasn't every day he had a murderer come on to him. Not that he knew this man was a murderer. Indeed, it seemed more likely for the line users to be killers then for him. Still however...
"Orlando Bloom is better," He said to create some distance. It was a bit disconcerting for him to have a customer flirt with him. "I don't know..." said the strange man smiling creeply. "You give him a run for his money." He put a rainbow colored nailed hand on the side of his face. Akira shook it off. "I ment over Brad Pitt. Now. What's it to be for a drink." He retracted his hand and fortunatly stopped grinning so wide. "A ear peirceing for my friend." Akira nodded and put the wine glass he was polishing down.
He went to the back room with him. There, stood a tall pail dark haired man with blood red eyes. Akira didn't notice him at first but when he did, he stared unconously. He was by far the hansomest man Akira had ever seen. By now enough discust, confusion, shock, and "creep out" emotions had been filtered through Akira's 'don't care; don't wanna' strainer that he was use to it. But when as I said, it had been years sence he'd given shit about sex. Thus it was unnartural of him to find someone...hansome.
It was then that he noticed a white haired pail boy hiding behind the sofa. Black bandages covered his eyes and he wore simple black sweater and sweats. He didn't seem really...sane. Not in a human sense any way. Like a dog maybe but certainly not as a person. Today was turning out to be something completly interesting...and not in ways that Akira liked. Quite the contrary. It made him agree with the chinese.
