Okay, this is my new story. It's called Dirty Dancing because I inspired myself on that movie.

Also, the beginning is inspired on 'The Holiday'.

I didn't make it a crossover because I'm affraid that somebody would review it badly because it's still AyaseXKanou... but I hope you'll like it!

I don't own Okane ga Nai, The Holiday or Dirty Dancing! And also, Kiyoshi; Carlotta and Agriturismo Speranza aren't real! I just needed new characters and a place to stay.

Please enjoy!

ITADAKIMASU!!

"I HATE YOU!" Ayase yelled at the man standing in front of him. The man sighed deeply, avoiding his eyes for the third time today.

"Come on, baby, you know you don't mean that…" the man said while caressing the blonde's bare arm. Ayase violently pulled himself away.

"Get out! I don't want to see you anymore." he tried to sound firm as he pushed the man's luggage in his arms and closed the front door right after.

"Open the door, Yukiya!" he heard but he tried to ignore the voice as he ran into the living room. "You know, you're the first person I know that breaks up with his boyfriend and doesn't shred a tear!" Ayase violently reopened the door.

"You're so low for using that against me…" he whispered. The man sighed deeply.

"Just let me back in." he replied.

"No! Why would I?" Ayase replied shortly.

"Because I have done nothing wrong!" he said.

"That's what you say! You don't love me! You always said that you loved me more than any other girl in the world! But you slept with your secretary! You secretary, Kiyoshi? Your god damned secretary?!"

"I did not sleep with her!"

"Of course you didn't!" Ayase replied sarcastically. "Her bra was just in your car by pure coincidence."

"Come on, you're overreacting!"

"Overreacting?! Kiyoshi, you betrayed me… and I really loved you."

"That's why you're not crying."

"I haven't cried for any guy in my life before! Especially not one who fucks other people behind my back!"

"Behind your back? That means you wouldn't have mind if I had done it in front of your eyes?" Kiyoshi smiled meanly.

"See! You're not even denying it anymore!" Ayase yelled back.

" Come on, Yukiya, you know I'm not like that!" Kiyoshi let his hand slide over Ayase's cheek and with a loud slap Kiyoshi's smile disappeared. He placed his hand on his red glowing cheek.

"What the…" this time Ayase punched his nose with his fist and Kiyoshi fell on the floor with a loud bang.

Ayase threw the door closed again and screamed out loudly.

"God! That hurt…" he said as he ran off to the kitchen to cool his hand down with some ice. Kiyoshi was banging on the door loudly screaming at Ayase to open the door.

"Go away, Kiyoshi!" Ayase yelled while walking back to the door, his hand covered in ice.

"Yukiya! Open the goddamned door, at least let me get my stuff!"

"I'll send them to you tomorrow! Now just get lost!"

"You know why I slept with my secretary?" he yelled back and Ayase's heart froze. He had actually done it… "Because she's at least worth something in bed. The only reason I was staying with you, was money, Yukiya." Ayase leaned against the wall, slowly losing his balance.

"And she fucks a thousand times better… you're worthless Yukiya. Not only in bed. YOU are worthless!" and with that Ayase heard footsteps removing away from the door. He sat down against the door and felt a serious headache. It's not that he didn't want to cry. He did, but since his parents died he hadn't been crying. He cried to long back then that it seemed like he cried himself dry. He watched his hand, slowly removing the eyes. The down part of his middle three fingers were swollen and slowly turning purple. He sighed deeply.

He really thought Kiyoshi was the one. He had other boyfriends but they were only interested for the money. He really thought Kiyoshi was different, but this proved he wasn't. Was he really that worthless in bed? Ayase shook the taught away from him. Of course he wasn't!

He quickly stood up, looking at himself in the mirror. His face looked sad but not one tiny tear was slipping away from his light blue eyes. What was it that brought him in such a bad luck?

"Come on…" he whispered. "Just one tear…" but nothing happened. His house was rather big and nice, but not perfect. He paid what he could pay to make the house look lovely. Isn't that what everybody does? He sighed deeply. He hated this place right now. Every little detail reminded him of Kiyoshi. How could he forget about him? By not thinking of him, but that was impossible here. Here… that was it! He just had to leave this place! Go somewhere on a journey! He always wanted to go to Europe once and he wondered whether there was a place out there where they spoke English since Japanese was definitely not a language to be spoken there.

He quickly ran up the stairs to his bureau, starting his computer and opening 'google'.

"Okay… how should I start?" he asked himself when suddenly typing: holiday destination's in Europe. The first thing he clicked was a list with the countries lying in Europe, but none of the names made clear whether they spoke English there. So the first land he saw was Italy. He clicked it with a smile plastered on his face.

"A hot country full of delicious wines. Also good for sightseeing in the mountains and swimming near the hot beaches." he liked the sound of it and saw a list with names of destinations next to it. He clicked the fifteenth of the list, since fifteen was his lucky number, and saw a picture of a large house, with in front of it a large swimming pool named: Agriturismo Speranza.

"A holiday destination where you can relax, sleep as long as you want and don't have to cook anything. Our waiters will also be ready to serve you and on the hot days you can take a nice dive in the swimming pool.

Eight rooms from two to four people with a beautiful view over the mountains and meadows.

There are also extra things to do while being at our residence. You can take dancing lessons, golf lessons and take other activities. Please contact us if you are interested." Ayase couldn't suppress a smile. Dancing lessons? That's something he's totally into and he wouldn't be there all by himself. He also suspected that he would eat together with all the others. Maybe he would get some friends there.

Ayase quickly opened his mails, typing the message as quickly as possible.

My good sir,

My name is Yukiya Ayase and I would love to come over at Italy for a holiday.
That was when I noticed Agriturismo Speranza. I would love to come over as soon as possible and I hope you can understand the English language.
Also, I'm quit interested in those dancing lessons that are able to be given. So maybe we could arrange something?

Hope to hear from you soon.

Yukiya Ayase.

Ayase pushed the sent button and waited eagerly. He hoped for an answer that day but of course none came and he went of to bed. Maybe the next day would give him a reply. Yes, tomorrow would be a better day.

The best thing was that he never thought about Kiyoshi after he noticed his holiday destination.

Ayase's alarm didn't go of. Lucky him that he didn't have to go to work today. He sat up slowly, noticing that the warmth that was usually next to him in the bed wasn't present today. That was because Kiyoshi was thrown out by him.

Ayase sighed deeply when his headache reappeared. He still had to pack Kiyoshi's things. When he got up and dressed himself he suddenly remembered that he still had to get a reply from the Agriturismo. He ran to his computer, half dressed, and quickly turned it on when suddenly the bell rang. Ayase's heart skipped a beat. He really wasn't into seeing Kiyoshi that day. Ayase slowly walked down the stairs and opened the door.

"I didn't pack your stuff yet." he said when seeing Kiyoshi's face. His nose had a dark blue colour and Ayase couldn't help but feeling proud. The sight of his nose did remind him of his painful hand. Ayase gave a quick glance at his fingers and noticed exact same colour as Kiyoshi's nose.

"Then I'll do it." he replied towards Ayase and he entered without permission. This frightened Ayase. Once he was inside the house, there was no way he would get out.

"I just need my clothes and I'll be gone." he said. Ayase nodded.

"Please hurry." he said and he ran back upstairs towards his computer. He opened his account and looked through his mails when suddenly he noticed Speranza standing between his inbox. He opened the message with a big smile and read out loud:

Hello there mister Yukiya,

I'm pleased to hear that you have decided to stay at our residence. We will do anything to please you.
As you have probably noticed, we do understand the English language and so do our staff.
My name is Carlotta Abruzzi and I run this residence with my husband Marco.
The dancing lessons are being given every day of the week except for the Sunday, then we give our staff a day off. Also I would love to know which dance stile you want to be given? Here's a list of what we give:
Meringue; Salsa; Tango; Cha-cha & Rumba. Please let us know what you would like to learn.
Also, I would love you to tell us when you are about to stay and for how long. Are you coming alone or are you bringing somebody? It's 700 euros for one week and one person.

I'm waiting forward to your reply,

Carlotta Abruzzi

Ayase couldn't help but smile. He was about to go to Italy really soon! And about to learn how to dance! He loved Italy already! He quickly pressed the reply button and smiled while typing another message towards this Carlotta.

Dear Carlotta,Forgive me if I'm to formal towards you but you just made me the happiest man in the world!
I'm really grateful of your kindness and I'm really pleased that you can speak the English language since I'm unable to speak Italian.
Pleased to meet you, Carlotta.
Every day of the week is perfect for me. I'd love to learn the Meringue, please.
I will be coming alone and I would love to stay for a month.
Is it too soon if I'm arriving tomorrow? I don't really want to stay here.I'm pleased you replied so soon,

Yukiya Ayase

Just when Ayase sent the message towards Italy the door of the bureau opened and Kiyoshi entered quickly.

"What are you doing?" he asked friendly.

"That's none of your business anymore! I want you to leave my house!"

"I was about to say goodbye to you, no need to be so angry." he said while already covering his nose.

"Just get out. I don't want to see you anymore." Ayase whispered but Kiyoshi still smiled.

"Just one more question and I'll leave peacefully." Ayase gave him a suspicious look.

"Fine, ask." he said.

"What were you doing?" Kiyoshi asked again and he smiled.

"I'm planning a trip to Italy." Ayase said and Kiyoshi seemed proud to have gotten it out of the blonde boy.

"Is there any way I can contact you when you're gone?" he asked.

"You would only ask one question. Now get out!"

"Fine, I hope I won't be able to contact you." Kiyoshi said as he leaved the room.

"I hope so too!" and with a loud bang Ayase heard the front door close. Finally he was out… he would be able to be at peace for the rest of the day now.

Ayase gave a look at his screen and noticed that there was already a reply. He didn't wonder how they got the message so soon, he was just happy that he was able to read another reply from Carlotta.

Dear Ayase,

I don't think you're too formal towards me, it actually makes me think that you already like me.
Which country are you from, maybe? Are you from Japan? Your name seems Japanese. Maybe I can please you by telling that the biggest part of my staff is also Japanese or at least half Japanese.
Pleased to meet you too, Ayase.
The Meringue? Okay, then I'll give you the information about our dancing instructor who gives this dance:
His name is Somuku Kanou. He's half Italian and half Japanese.
He will be able to give you lesson from 10 Am to 12 Am and then there's lunch and after lunch he gives lesson from 4 Pm to 6 Pm and then there's dinner. He sometimes gives lessons late in the evening but normally it'll end at 12Pm so that everyone can go to bed on time.
There is also time for you to do other things then and breakfast has to be eaten before 9Am.
Then about the payment, do you want to pay it monthly or yearly? We're already pleased as long as you give us an advance from 300 euros.
I also have to ask you how you'll be coming to Italy. I guess it's by air. I can send one of my drivers to pick you up. I already told you: we'll make this the best holiday you'll ever have! Just let me know at what time you'll be arriving.

I hope this explains enough.

Love,

Carlotta

'Perfect! I'm already able to leave!' Ayase thought and he smiled widely as he finished the message. 'There are even Japanese people there! I'll even have a Japanese dance instructor!' This all sounded perfect.

Dear Carlotta,

I do already like you and yes, I'm rather pleased to hear that there are other Japanese people there.
I also can't wait to dance the Meringue. I've always wanted to learn how to dance! Breakfast is no problem for me, I never sleep that long and if I only wanted to rest I can rest at home too! I want to relax and Agriturismo Speranza sounds perfect for it!
I don't have to pay monthly or yearly. I'll be able to pay everything when I arrive. That would be 1400 euros, right? I'll have it on me, promised!
I'll be coming by air and thank you so much that you'll send someone of your staff, I'd be really grateful if you did! I'll be arriving at about 5.30Pm.
I'll see you tomorrow then!

Love,

Ayase

Ayase smiled as he sent the last message towards Carlotta and shut down his computer. He quickly stood up, running towards the room and started to pack. All his T-shirts and shorts also the swimming gear he had bought a few days ago. New sunglasses, a toothbrush, washcloths and towels. His ID, shampoo, soap, sunscreen and every other little detail he had to carry along with him. Ayase was ready to go to Italy!

Ayase ran over every little detail. The keys, pulling out the plugs of every electric machine in the house, turning off all lights and his suitcase. He had everything. Now Ayase would go to the bank and exchange his money into euros. Then he would take a cab towards the airport.

He locked the door behind him and gave a last glance at his house. When he turned he held onto the suitcase tightly while saying:

"Italy, here I come."

This was the first chapter! :D

Please review! xD