"I want you to come with me. Tommorow."
"You don't need me."
Point out the inconsistency
Reveal
Whether need
Or want.
"I need you. Oh dear, making me say things."
"Not like I have a choice. Where to?"
"You'll find out soon enough. Dress to impress."
"Tell me. Lest I come in my pajamas again."
She let out a giggle.
"It's a serious event."
"Champagne and ties?"
"Champagne and ties."
"I'm not an escort."
"I never said you were. I need you. To go with me."
"Fine."
"Excellent! I'll see you tomorrow evening."
From her pocket
She produced a gold card
Engraved
Exquisite
On my hand
An invitation.
Subtly
Her silhouette slinked away
Leaving him
Under faint moonlight
Dark skies.
That night
Exasperated
Expecting
Knocking on the door
Open
To reveal a figure
At the worst possible hour.
"Hachio! Where have you been!"
Immediately
His collars were seized
By a mad woman
One wrong word
He would be knocked out cold
Until next day.
"I-uh..."
"Speak up!"
"Hangout?"
It was a half truth.
"Why you liar. You reek of women!"
Of course.
Take notes
A particular skill
Of women
Ability
To detect
The scent
Of other women.
Primal instinct at its finest.
"Hmm... oh. Givenchy."
Quite accurate too.
"She's got good taste. Who's the girl?"
"You sound like my girlfriend."
Surprisingly
Raising a brow
Her cheeks flushed
As she irritably glared at him.
"If you had one, that is. Don't tell me..."
"Yes. It's her."
"No. The bitch."
She venomously hissed
In a low voice
As her eyes narrowed
Frowning
At the thought
Of a certain devil woman.
"Oi oi. Language please. Anyways, it was nothing-"
"Staying out this late! And with a woman no less. What's gotten into you Hikio?"
Sigh.
"You sound like my mother. Please. I'm spent."
He shuffled towards the sofa
Soon allowing gravity
To do the rest.
"Still got some coffee. You want?"
"Max?"
"Don't be picky."
Reappearing
From behind a counter
Between her hands
A mug
Of dark ambrosia.
"Bitter."
"You want it or not?"
"Thanks."
As he sipped
The warm liquid
Providing a bit more
Energy
Before
Slumber.
Beside him sat a fiery queen.
"What are you even doing here? It's way past nine."
"Komachi had a sleepover."
Oh. Of course.
"You don't seem happy to see me."
"Oh no, your majesty. Thy presence is equal to a hundred suns."
The snappy remark
Earning him
A light punch to the arm
And a small smile.
"Still. Why are you here?"
"Fine. I'll go."
"Wait."
From his pocket
He took out a card.
"Thirty-fifth avenue... Pas Calais?"
"Pas Calais? What the hell are you doing there?"
"No no. I don't even know the place-"
"It's a totally like, royal venue. No place for simpletons like you."
"Heh. Whatever."
"Haruno invited you?"
"Forced me."
She scowled
As he raised his hands
Attempt to alleviate
Imminent fury.
"Calm. Down. Only for the night."
"The night! Of course. Yes yes. I suppose that will do. The snake... No."
"What do you mean no?"
"I-I wanted to go out- I mean hang out! With you tomorrow."
"Sorry. I got no choice."
"Hachiman. We always have a choice."
How wise. Yes sensei. I'll keep that in mind.
"Agh! Stop poking."
"Hachio."
"Fine, fine. Sunday. I'll let you have the cheesecake."
"Can't. Hayato and I are going out."
"Too bad."
Puffing her cheeks
Sending a flurry
Of little jabs.
"Ok, ok! Just let me get this over with."
"Speaking of which, I doubt you even have a decent wardrobe for such events."
"I'm a simple man."
"Cheap you mean."
"Alright miss fashionista."
"I'll let you borrow a suit."
"Whoa there. Did not know you were into crossdressing."
"Idiot!"
He smiled.
Perhaps
Such relationships
Can even be
Beneficial
A lifesaver
Literally and figuratively
Mutual assistance.
His flashy friend was not dubbed queen of Soubu for nothing.
"I'll clean up. Go home, I need rest."
"Good night Hachi."
"Night, Yumiko."
Her company
Quite calming
Sharp contrast
To tension
Between him
And a certain
Temptress.
Wave away.
Values
Learned
From a certain ice queen.