Hey guys! My second ever fanfiction.

YAY! *clapping while jumping up and down excitedly*

And NO I am not discontinuing the other one; I was just suffering writer's block. I will update soon though.

Sorry for my absence but I am currently recovering from a hockey injury and have not been able to get to a computer. Anyways, I do Not own Inazuma Eleven!

That WOULD be disastrous!

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Nathan flipped his hip-length, teal coloured hair as he turned to smile winningly at the man who had just walked through the door. At eighteen years old, he wasn't exactly the youngest worker at Tyrala's but he was the best, the place was always packed during any of his shifts. He'd been working here for four years and he didn't remember much of anything before that, whenever he tried to drag up any memories from before Ty's he only got this strange sense of foreboding. As if remembering would only make things worse, but he shrugged it off and put up the friendly, flirtatious façade that he always hid behind whilst working.

What is Tyrala's exactly? It's a club where perverted guys can go to be entertained by pretty young boys, all under the age of twenty, dressed in maid outfits. The club was separated into five rooms and had a basement. The rooms were for entertainment, each room having twenty different booths of various sizes for different groups to relax in, curtained off for privacy. The basement on the other hand was for the workers.

Most of the workers here had been sold to Tyrana by their guardians, or were orphans who had been taken in. So the ones who weren't here by choice, which was the vast majority, lived in the basement. The basement was just one large room filled with beds and an adjoining bathroom. The workers were underfed and sometimes beaten, threatened and attacked emotionally so that they had the low self-esteem necessary to do this job.

Nathan was about to saunter over to the man and offer to show him to his seat when a flash of blue caught his attention. In each of the booths there was a menu and a folder, in the folder were pictures of each of the workers and with each of the pictures was a different coloured ribbon. Customers decide which worker they like the most and hold the coloured ribbon that came with that workers picture out of the curtain. The worker that belonged to that ribbon would then come over, if they were not otherwise occupied and take the ribbon. When you saw a worker with a ribbon tied around their wrist it meant that they were currently occupied.

The blue ribbon was Nathan's so he changed direction and headed towards the booth. He grabbed the ribbon and tied it around his wrist before walking into the booth. The man inside was middle aged, late thirty's to early forty's, and had vivid red hair and hazel eyes. He wasn't altogether unattractive but there was nothing about him that stood out either, he was plain.

Nathan smiled secretively as he was pulled down onto the man's lap and had a pair of arms, stronger then they looked, wrap around his waist. Keep up the act; look as though you actually want to be doing this. Snuggle up, smile, laugh, and ignore the hands traveling up and down your body. That was something that all the workers here knew how to do, act. They may not be here by choice but they all tried their hardest anyway, failure to do your job properly could have dire consequences and in truth, there were always worse places then Tyrala's.

So Nathan played the game, and he always won. Excite the customer, take the money and then walk away, leave them wanting more. Make promises that you have absolutely no intention of keeping.

He was currently rubbing up against the man, feeding him strawberries with his mouth, while the man's hand traveled up the silvery material of his dress and slid over his thighs. Nathan's own arms were currently wrapped around the man's shoulders, one leg wrapped around his waist. No names were ever given and no names were ever asked for, at least Tyrala's respected the privacy of its customers if not its workers. But then, the only workers that had any right to privacy were the ones that chose to be there and Nathan was not one of those people.

The man was getting too excited and Nathan decided that now would be a good time to leave. He smiled sweetly as he gently disentangled himself from the stranger, assuring him that he would definitely be there the next time the man visited Ty's. He took the generous amount of money that the man was offering and slipped it into one of the many apron pockets. How ignorant, he thought as he untied the ribbon from his wrist and exited the booth. The fools actually seemed to believe that they got to keep all of the money they were given.

He looked around at all the booths, noticing how many blue ribbons there were. He picked one at random and started heading towards it. He shouldn't be surprised, he was one of the more popular workers, especially because of his slim figure and almost feminine features.

Tonight was going to be a long night.

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