Chapter 2
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Hiroki groaned as he awoke. Someone was pounding on the door to his apartment. He looked over at the clock. 2:30pm.
"Dammit, I slept in too late." he thought, as he slowly and painfully pulled himself off the couch.
He looked in the mirror by the door, smoothing out his hair, trying to make himself look somewhat decent, all before messing up his hair and clothes once more. He walked over to the door and looked out the peephole.
"No...it can't be him, I can't let him see me like this!" Hiroki panicked.
He sighed, but opened up the door against his will. He really didn't want to, but he needed someone to talk to so bad that he couldn't bring himself to walk away.
"Kamijou, my sweet honey, what had happened to you?" Professor Miyagi Yoh said in a concerned voice, stepping inside.
"You look terrible!" He said, closing the door and wrapping his arms around his former assistant.
Normally Kamijou would start to yell and shove the man off of him, but at a time like this the older man's arms calmed him as he relaxed into the touch.
"K-Kamijou, what's happened to you? I've been trying to contact you ever since you..left. And what's up with this shabby home? You can do so much better than this." Miyagi said, looking around the small apartment.
"I..." Hiroki started. "Should I really tell him? God, I feel like such a wimp right now."
"I, I had to change my phone number, since I got a new one, and I don't have a computer or anything anymore so that's why I haven't responded. And as for the apartment, I can't afford anything else." He said quietly into the professor's shoulder.
"Kamijou...I had no idea. I would have offered you to come live with me."
"I...I can't bring myself to rely on someone like that. Though I do really appreciate it. Besides, I'm sure that brat of yours wouldn't like me being there anyways." Hiroki sighed.
"Would you like to sit down?" Hiroki asked after a short moment of silence.
"Yeah, sure." Miyagi said, watching his former assistant walk over to the couch. He noticed that Kamijou was walking a lot more stiffly than usual, was more skinny and tired looking, and not to mention had actually let the professor hug him. "He seems so down ever since he lost his job."
"So..Kamijou, what have you been doing for a job lately?" Miyagi asked.
Hiroki stiffened. He yearned to tell the professor so bad, yet his pride wouldn't allow it.
"Um," Hiroki had to quickly think of something. "I'm, Uh, a cashier...at the grocery store."
"No you're not, I can tell by the look in your eyes you're lying." Miyagi thought. After years of working with the brunette, he knew him well. "Ah, I see. Have you thought of applying at other universities, or maybe even a school perhaps?"
"N-No, I really don't want to yet." Hiroki sighed. "I just keep waiting the Dean to send me a letter, telling me to come back. I don't want to apply someone else so soon. What if the Dean contacted me right after I started somewhere else? I don't want anyone to get the impression that I didn't care about M University."
"I understand Kamijou. But really, you should get a better job. You deserve a lot more than this." Miyagi told Hiroki, clapping a hand on his shoulder. "I need to get going, I have a class in a bit. I'll try to come by again sometime soon."
"Alright." Hiroki said, looking down. "Please don't leave, not yet."
"Take care." Miyagi said, and with that he left the apartment.
Hiroki sighed as he gathered his head in his hands, tears forming in the rims of his eyes.
He quickly wiped them away, pulling himself of the couch to get a shower. He needed to clean himself up and get something to eat before he went to the retched place he called work.
Stepping into the shower, he made the water as hot as it could go, scrubbing forcefully at his skin, trying to get the dirty feeling to go away. He scrubbed until his skin ached and turned red, and yet it did little to rid himself of the feeling.
After getting out of the shower and dressing, he made himself something to eat. He hadn't had anything in hours, and he was starving.
He sat alone at his table, quietly eating his food. Though he would never admit it, he had always wanted to settle down and have a family. Thinking about this just made him feel even more alone as he ate his heated up, pre-made, frozen meal. He craved for the love of a family, or even a spouse, the home-cooked meals, the cuddling together after a long day. But mostly, he just wanted someone he could talk to without losing his pride, or being judged.
But who would want to date someone like himself? A poor, unattractive, slut.
"No one." He thought glumly to himself. He put his dishes in the sink, he wash those later.
He went back into the bathroom, brushing his teeth and fixing his clothes, putting on his shoes and coat, leaving his apartment for the night.
He really wasn't in the mood to go and show his body to a room filled with a bunch of drunk, horny men, but what choice did he have?
Hiroki sighed as he walked down the street. He really needed to find some place else to work.
He then walked into the bar, walking back to "his" room.
He quickly changed into a revealing, slutty outfit, threw his pride behind his shoulder and walked out to the back of the stage, ready for a night of business.
"You better be good out there tonight." His boss said, clapping a hand on Hiroki's shoulder. (1)
"Yeah, I will." Hiroki mumbled. "Well, here goes nothing."
He slowly strutted out onto the stage, ignoring the men's whistles and calls.
He wrapped his arms around the pole, pulling himself up, doing random, elegant tricks to please his audience. (2)
Men started cheering, offering money towards him. Hiroki sighed and slid down the pole, grabbing one of the man's hand and leading him towards his room.
Hiroki studied the man as he walked down the hallway. He was tall, very tall, with dark navy blue hair. Judging by his wide torso, Hiroki assumed he was muscular too.
"At least he isn't bad looking."
When the reached his room, Hiroki led the man in and locked the door behind them.
He sighed. "We can do whatever you want, just wear a con-"
Hiroki was interrupted as the large man wrapped his arms around him. It wasn't like the "hugs" he got from other men. Those were rough and he could always tell the were filled with lust. This one was soft, and concerned.
All Hiroki could mutter was a quiet, "W-What?"
"I can tell you hate it here. Please, let me find you a job some place else." The man said.
"W-What? You don't even know me! Besides, maybe I do like it here for all you know." Hiroki huffed. Was he really that easy to see through?
"Don't lie to yourself. You're clearly miserable."
"How can you tell?" Hiroki asked.
"You scowl the whole time your on stage. All the other performers are smiling, or at least try to look happy."
"W-Well, maybe I'm just trying to concentrate." Hiroki pushed out of the hug.
"So that causes you to scowl?"
Hiroki sat on the bed, ignoring the question. "Look, do you want something or not? I've got other things to attend to."
"I want to get you out of here." The man said, sitting on the bed.
"Why me? Why out of all of those attractive people would you choose me?" Hiroki asked.
"Because your the only one who looks miserable."
Hiroki's eyes widened. Was it really that bad? He knew he looked a lot less stern than he normally did, but did he really look that weak?
"Look, I don't know what your talking about." Hiroki said, standing up. "Besides, you don't even know me. Hell, we don't even know each other's names!"
The man quickly stood up. "I'm Kusama Nowaki, but you can just call me Nowaki. Pleased to meet you...?"
"Kamijou Hiroki. You'll call me Kamijou." Hiroki said, his voice stern. "Ha, how's that for miserable?"
"...I like Hiro-san better."
"Well too damn bad."
A short awkward silence filled the room.
"So, Hiro-san, now that we know each others names, will you let me help you out?" Nowaki asked.
"So, pain in my ass, will you tell me what you want to do and give me my money so I can get back to work?"
"You mean get back to giving away your body to men who don't give crap about you than more than just sex for money? No, I won't let you get back to that." Nowaki said, suddenly growing angry at the man's actions.
Hiroki gasped. "B-Baka, get out! If you aren't going to do anything then get the hell out!"
The taller man sighed. "Please, just let me help."
"No!"
Nowaki looked hurt. He took out a piece of paper and grabbed a nearby pen, jotting something down. "Here's my number. Please just call me. No matter how long it takes, I'll wait for you." He handed it to Hiroki, before leaning over a gently grabbing the brunette's chin, stealing a kiss from the soft lips.
He quickly bowed and left the room as quietly as he had come, leaving behind a stunned Hiroki.
(1) What should I name his boss? I don't know any good Japanese names, so please give me suggestions and I'll pick one ^_^
(2) Like I said, I really don't have much experience with clubs and whatnot, so I won't be able to write much with the performance of the strippers
I feel so bad for poor Hiroki): So how was chapter two? I hope you liked it ^_^ Next chapter will be up soon.
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