This is my new story, one that I've actually been working on for almost two years I think. It moves very slow for me, and might end up discontinued. But I absolutely love the idea, so I have to try.

It's a modern universe, based in Osaka, using Kuroshitsuji characters. Everything else should be explained in the story.

This chapter may be edited in the future. It's not quite up to par with my usual writing...so I'm going to try improving it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji nor any of its characters.

Warnings: Swearing, sensitive themes, ooc-ness, AU (as explained).

Enjoy!

Osaka, Japan. Known as one of the economic capitals of Japan, as well as one of the renowned eating capitals of the world. But it is also known for being the most dangerous city in Japan. And of course…for its red-light district. Rather, there are many red-light districts in Osaka. This story is based in one district in particular…at a specific host club in that matter. The Red Lily. It is in this host club that one known as Osaka's Butterfly does his work. And it is that boy that this story is about. This is the Life of Osaka's Butterfly.

"Ne, Vic," Alois Trancy slid onto a stool. "Do I have anymore customers?"

Victor, a shady-looking Italian man, took a puff on his cigar. "You still got at least an hour, kid. You can fit in one more customer."

The blonde boy nodded, letting his charismatic mask slide back into place as he turned and surveyed the club. Business was starting to get quiet and slow as closing hours approached. It was early morning by now. Alois could see the triplets doing their job, flirting with individual customers at the moment. They weren't too amateur, but definitely not the best. But that annoying Sebastian Michaelis was nowhere to be seen. He was probably in a private booth with one of his customers, the slutty piece of shit he was.

Then again, Alois wasn't one to talk.

His face lit up as his favorite customer walked in. "Claude!" He called, waving.

The stoic man walked over, his lips barely lifting at the corners in the special half-smile reserved for Alois. He sat down beside the young blonde. "Good evening, Alois."

Alois let his usual charming – if fake – smile spread across his face. "Good evening, Claude. How are you today?" He glanced at a clock. "Tonight, rather. You're later than usual. Did something happen?"

Claude ordered drinks for them before answering. "I am well, though there was a slight family emergency today. It took me out of work, unfortunately, and is the reason for why I am late."

The teenager took a sip of his drink, looking at Claude in almost-real concern. "Oh no, is everything alright?"

The older man shrugged. "My brother's girlfriend passed away today."

"Oh wow." Alois blinked sympathetically. "I'm sorry."

Claude shook his head. "She was cheating on him with some other guy named Gabriel." He looked at Alois. "As it is, you have no reason to be sorry. Don't worry about it." He gave the blonde another half-smile. "How have you been, Alois?"

The teenage host smiled. "I've been pretty good, actually. It's even better knowing that I'll see you every week." He sipped his drink. Sure, he was still too young to legally have alcohol, but Victor overlooked things like age limits. Otherwise, Alois wouldn't be anywhere near this place.

"You flatter me." Claude chuckled, sipping his own drink.

"Of course." Alois laughed. "It's so easy when I'm talking to such a handsome man."

The man smiled. "Thank you, Alois. Seeing you always brightens my night."

The teen grinned. "That's wonderful! I'm so glad I make you happy." He thoughtfully took a swig of the liquor, mentally calculating how intoxicated he was becoming. After adding up the other alcohol he'd consumed that night, he could probably only handle this drink and one more before he'd have to stop. "It makes my day to see you, too."

The two of them talked for a while longer about life and interests. The usual. Pretending with Claude was easy. Alois had been his favorite host for at least a year now. It was simple to fall into the persona Claude knew. Alois sometimes suspected that Claude knew he was faking, but the man never said anything.

Finally the time came for the club to close. Not a lot of people came to the club after two in the morning. It was only hostesses coming in around that time, but everyone knew The Red Lily specialized in male customers…

Claude said goodbye and gave Alois a kiss on the lips before he left. The triplets finished with their customers and then clocked out, also leaving. Alois sat back in his chair, pleasantly buzzed. It was just another night of the usual business. Hosting was easy enough when you were charming and full of wit. All you had to do was figure out a person's buttons and how to push them in the right order to make them happy. Alois has been doing it successfully for a little over two years now, as shown by his position as top host in Victor's club.

Finally, after Bard had almost finished closing up the bar, Sebastian walked out of the private booth area with his customer. Alois' eyes passed over Sebastian with a glare before they settling on the other young man. Ooh…he was new here…and cute too. The blonde gave the blue-ish haired teen an alluring once-over, smiling.

Sebastian brushed the young man's cheek affectionately before leading him to the door. That side of Sebastian pissed Alois off. It was so fake. Sure, they all pretended in the host clubs…but for some reason, everyone was convinced that Sebastian really was a nice guy. Apparently only Alois and Claude could see what kind of guy he really was. Well, and Victor. Victor was the owner of the club, after all. He hired everyone and determined salary. Other than that, he was practically absent.

But this new kid was cute.

Oh, Alois was so going to steal him from Sebastian.

Okay, so they weren't supposed to steal customers from each other. But Victor didn't exactly pay attention to those kinds of rules, either. Sure, Sebastian would be pissed off and probably try to get back at Alois, but he couldn't hurt him. That was probably the only rule Victor did pay attention to.

Sebastian checked out with Victor, nodding respectfully to Alois as he left. Alois sighed and stood up, stretching. "Alright, Vic. I think I'm going to head out. I need to go to bed." The Italian man nodded dismissively. Alois got his stuff from the staff room and walked away.

He walked down the street, trying not to appear too intoxicated. The last thing he needed was to get arrested on the way from one technically illegal job to the other definitely illegal one. After what seemed like forever, Alois arrived at the small building where he met with his coworkers. He set his things in his room and let out a breath.

"Hannah, where's Daddy?" He called as he took off his hosting outfit.

"He's with Pluto. He will be out soon." The white-haired woman answered. "He said Lau would be on the streets tonight, so we have to do well."

"As per usual." Alois quipped, stripping down completely and slipping on his red kimono. "Will you help me?"

"Certainly." Hannah walked in, a thin robe wrapped around her lingerie-clad form. She was one of the only female co-workers Alois had. She went to Alois and started applying the little amount of makeup he had to wear. Hannah was a fucking worthless whore, but Alois still couldn't apply makeup by himself, even after two years. Just as she finished, the door opened.

"Well then, how is my best worker doing?" A middle-aged man walked in, smiling. A nearly naked white-haired teen hung off of him. The collar and leash around his neck marked him as the man's pet.

"I'm well, Daddy." Alois answered obediently, standing. "Are we leaving soon?"

"Yes, just as soon as you two are ready." The man – 'Daddy' – nodded. "The others are on the street already. Lau is out there with his girls. We need to work hard tonight."

"So Hannah said." The blonde teen stretched, preparing himself for a long night of work.

"Then let's go." Daddy tugged lightly on the white-haired teen's chain and led the way to his car. It was sleek and black with tinted windows, the car of a criminal. Alois slipped into the backseat, followed by Hannah.

"I want you each to have a minimum of five customers tonight, or you'll get twenty percent." Daddy started driving.

Hannah and Alois nodded their assent quietly. When with Daddy, you didn't speak unless spoken to. No exceptions. Even Alois couldn't comment without getting slapped across the face. He was lucky if that was his only punishment…

Daddy stopped the car at a corner. "Jim, this is where you'll be. Remember: five customers."

Alois nodded and stepped out, pulling his kimono tighter around his bare form. The car pulled away. A while passed. Alois stood in the cold night, waiting nervously. It was always dangerous out here. After a few more minutes, a car pulled up. The window rolled down and Alois stepped over.

"What're you charging, cutie?"

"Depends on what you want."

"Get in, then."
A broad smile spread across Alois' face and he stepped into the car. Now it was time for his other job to begin…

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Kitsune Curoryu