Ryoma has no idea how this all began. All he remembered was his boss telling him that he had been hired and sent him away, the only information is given were that he was hired by someone named Atobe and that he just wanted to go on a date. Nothing more, nothing less.

It was rare for someone to order the golden-eyed boy. After all, he was the company's most popular and expensive call boy. The only person who could afford to rent him were the wealthy, and even that rare since the wealthy wouldn't dare risk their reputations by being caught with a call boy. So it was rare for someone to hire him for a job, but it's to be understood. After all, his price was 900,000 yen an hour (roughly 9,000 US dollars). He'd only been hired a good eight times since the start of the year, and it's already November. And too Ryoma's utter surprise, he was rented for the night, which was most likely a good six hours or so.

Looking down at the sheet of paper that held the address on it, Ryoma pulled to a stop in front of a fancy look Mansion. Opening the car door, he got out of the car and closed the door, fixing his hair and clothes in the car window. Once he deemed himself okay, he walked up to the door, not getting the chance to ring the doorbell when the door swung open revealing an old man in a black suit.

"Good evening, the young master is waiting for you in the dining room. I shall guide you there," With those words, he closed the door behind me and walked off to where I'm guessing the dining room was. The house was very polished, not a speck of dirt was in sight. Everything looked new and expensive if this was Ryoma's first time he might have been in awe. However, this wasn't his first time seeing such elegant things.

Ryoma stopped as the man paused in front of the door, opening them and guttering for me to enter. Ryoma flashed him a forced but polite smile before walking into the dimly lit room. Once he was inside the door closed behind him, and in front of him sat five other males. All looking slightly bored and would rather be else were. This confused Ryoma, why hire him if they didn't want him.

Once the people noticed his entrance, they all turned towards him. The two closer towards him had tight-lipped smiles that honestly creeped Ryoma out. Then beside them sat to stoic looking males, their stares burning into his skin causing Ryoma to shift awkwardly. He's never been a fan of attention, even before getting this job. And sitting at the head of the table with a cocky smirk on his face sat a man with silver hair, the air around him screamed confidence as he stood up.

"Took you long enough, how dare you keep Ore-Sama waiting," Ryoma was slightly taken aback by his words. Looking down at his wrist he checked the time, he was only a minute late. They said to come at nine o'clock, it was currently 9:01. Ryoma resisted the urge to roll his eyes, whenever he did it never ended well.

So instead, he forced the corners of his lips to rise into a perfect fake smile before bowing slightly, "I apologize, I didn't know I was so late," Ryoma hated this, he didn't understand why he had to apologize for something so small and simple. But he had to, he knows this from experience.

A soft laugh caused him to raise his head slightly, the laugh can from the blue-haired boy. It was soft and smooth, much like a girls. "It's alright, it's only a minute. You didn't waste anyone's time, dinner didn't even come out yet." His voice was soft and gentle, like a warm melody that Ryoma would listen to on repeat. It seemed like something that can cure all types of pain.

Ryoma just nodded and took a seat that the only other available seat, the seat directly across the monkey king. After all, he looked somewhat like a monkey and had the arrogance of a king, not that he would ever say that out loud though. A call boys job was to entertain the client, not insult them. And as the companies best, he had an example to set.

Right after he was seated, a bunch of maids rushed out the kitchen with plates in their hands. They sat a plate in front of each of us before taking the lid off the plates. Almost immediately, the smell of steak and mashed potatoes along with steamed veggies filled his senses. If he were along, Ryoma surely would have ruled and dug right in, but he wasn't. He was at a clients house and in front of five other men who he's sure would judge him if they saw him do so. Then he'd be fired and sent back to the agency moneyless, which he knows would not please his boss.

So instead of doing what he wanted, he waited. He waited until everyone else to prepare to eat, then he waited with the rest until the man in front of him signaled for the maids to leave. Then after the man told him to dig in, he began to eat. Slowly, bite by bite. After every five bites, he would take a small sip of the wine just like his boss had taught him to do. He cut his steak into pieces as small as he can manage before shoving it in his mouth, was he chewed quietly and quickly with his mouth shut. It went on in a circle, steak, potatoes, carrot, broccoli, peas, wine.

This went on until his plate was empty. Setting his silverware down on the plate he looked up at the others, only to notice that they all were staring at him. Looking down he noticed that most of the plates still had some food on it, while he was the only one without a speck of food left. He felt his cheeks flush red, it seems he should've left at least a bit of food.

"Did you enjoy your meal, Ryoma-Kun?" The words were spoken by the male on his left. The one with closed eyes and a creepy looking smile.

"I did, it was delicious."

"That's good to hear," This time it was the black haired male who was seated beside the blue haired one on my right.

Speaking of, "Um, if you don't mind me asking. What are your names? I was only told Atobe's name."

"I'm Fuji Shuusuke."

"Tezuka Kunimitsu."

"My name is Sanada Genichirou."

"Hello Ryoma-Kun, I am Yukimura Seiichi."

"As you already know, I am Atobe Keigo."

"I'm Ryoma. Echizen Ryoma."

"Now that we all know one another, Ore-Sama says we go watch a movie now." Atobe stood up and lead the small group towards his personal theater. Upon arriving, he allowed Ryoma to pick a movie since he was the guest.

Not knowing what they're interested in, he settled with watching 'White Chicks'. It wasn't a bad choice, it wasn't much romance, it wasn't too much action, and it might loosen the tension with laughter.

Once Atobe told one of the maids his choice he leads all of us over towards the huge comfortable sofa. The five of them piled on the sofa and sat close together, this caused Ryoma's mind to wonder.

Where they together?

If so, why did they hire him?

He sat down on the sofa as well, not too far away nor was he too close. And that's how they spent the rest of the night, watching comedies and terrible romance movies. And even though Ryoma had been a call boy for three years now, this was probably the most fun he's had since he started this job.

But what Ryoma didn't know, was that this was the beginning of something that would change his life. Not for the worst, but certainly not for the better.