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This is TeitoxFrau, AU in the sense that it's the same world, just a different senario.. er, kinda. Rated T for language and slight sexual themes (only if you look real hard though xD)

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April 2

I've just got my one hundredth costumer, though I'm still not sure if that's a good thing. I mean, if I was anyone else on the streets, I would be angry with this person that claims to be happy after getting a hundredth costumer in the prostitution business. So in retrospect, I should not be proud at all that I am such a good whore that one hundred people bought off my body, using it in the ways that they pleased as if it was theirs. I am a foul, filthy human being and yet this is the only way I can live? By selling myself to even more foul and even more filthy people?

"Well if god wishes it that way."

That's what those stupid bishops would say down at the church, those ignorant actors in mocking white robes. Terrible. What has "God" ever done for me? Given me toil and strife, that's what. Well, that's all that I have to say for now journal, and I only hope that things won't get worse, because I know that they can't get better.

Teito Klien (Emerald)

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Teito Klein closed the tattered, brown book in his hands and sighed, fixing his jewlery and high shoes, trying to look presentable (or good enough to buy). He shoved the small book into the bag that was lying limply from his shoulder and strode out of the arched door of a beaten down apartment, hips swaying, and ready for another day of work.

Going to the usual place, a bar in the edge of the city, he was always on his guard. People would always stare at him, sometimes grab at parts that they should at least pay him to feel. Oh, but going the work was only half the challenge in his day. The other half was hooking costumers, whether it be dancing or just plain flirting, he had gotten quite good at it.

The rest of his day was uneventful, just the average work day for a whore. Flirting, getting shouted at, etcetera, etcetera. Though no sooner did the bar close was a man standing outside, glancing about nervously, as if something was going to come out and rip out his throat. He was tall, with light blond hair that looked nearly white. And soft eyes, as if everything that he was looking at was his child in it's own, or at least something that he cared about. The brunette walked out of the closing bar, the man catching his eye. Teito cocked his head to one side, trying to find an approach for this one, but try as he might, it didn't look like he could do anything to make this man a 'customer'. So, instead, the teenager just strode over to the man and asked as politely he could, "Sir, is there anything that you are looking for?" It almost appeared that the man jumped out of his skin, judging on how surprised he was. Not answering right away, the blond dug through his pockets nervously, until finally he pulled out a sheet of paper. He looked at the paper, then at Teito, and then at the paper ounce more. The man started to look kind of giddy as he continued this action, making Teito raise an eyebrow curiously.

"Um, sir-"

"Your Teito Klein aren't you?"

Teito froze, a little afraid of what would happen if he said yes. Many thought swirled around in his head, many possibilities and outcomes. Though one stood out in them all, it being:

'I am outside of a closed bar at one in the morning, looking up at a man older than me who wants to know who I am. Rape.'

A wise choice was picked out of his head and he simply replied with, "Well, who's asking?"

The man sighed and just said in a well-where-the-fuck-did-I-put-my-manners kind of voice, "O-oh, I am Fia Kreuz, butler for Sir Ayanami. He has requested that Teito Klein be shipped to his quarters immediately." A slight blush crossed the butler's face as he added, "H-he would like to be another, u-um, costumer."

Teito just crossed his arms and huffed, asking smugly, "Well how much is he willing to pay?"

Another small laugh came from Fia as he put a finger in front of the brunette's face, more of a signal to wait even though it looked like he was taunting a small child. He pulled a folded piece of paper out from his coat pocket and handed it to Teito, not saying a word. Emerald eyes widened as Teito looked at the number written on the scrap of paper. Lets just say, the boy had never seen that amount of zeros in one numarical sentence before in his life.

Teito just looked up and nodded, as if to say, 'God fuck count me in'. Fia just smiled and led the boy over and around the corner and into the ally, revealing a sleek black car parked very awkwardly in the narrow space. The taller man sprinted over to the back door opening it for Teito to claim in, which he did.

Now normally, when you get in a car, you don't really expect someone to be leaning over you the second that you get in the seat. In fact, you would be very, very distressed. Well, Teito was no different, because as soon as the door was slammed behind him by Fia, a tall black haired man with sunglasses and a lollipop was inspecting the green haired boy very, very carefully. "Ai, I can see why Aya-tan wants him to play around with so much now" Teito, quite literally, bristle up like a scared cat and pushed his back up against the car door. But before the brunette could even think to do anything else, a voice came from the passenger seat,

"Mr. Huuga, stop harassing the prostitute. "

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