Stalker's Notes: Yo! How is everyone doing? Sorry for the disappearance and lack of updates. I moved and all and where I moved to is a total change. I stay in a college town and it's a total change from being in a big city. Like seriously. Everyone here is to friendly my teeth is hurting and it isn't from my son's Halloween candy.

ANYWAYS! I've had writers block; and my creative juices are slowly flowing again. This story is a mixture of a song, my son's Halloween candy, my mind overworking, and my obsessing t thoughts of girly men in girly clothing. Damn you Black Butler! *shakes fist angrily* I know Halloween is now over, but whatever. Hope you like it. I sure did.

Yorokobi means Pleasure in Japanese!

Yorokobi

Chapter 1

Welcome to Yorokobi

Large blue eyes stared at the large building in front of him; it looked absolutely huge from his point of view. He slowly tugged the hand that he was holding onto.

"Ryou," she whispered shyly. "What are we doing here?"

The tall white haired man smiled before kneeling. "Well, this is where we're going to be living at from now on. Also, I am going to be working here from now on."

Ryou blinked before nodding as his sister tugged on his hand and they began to climb the large stone staircase. Over the large doorway read "Yorokobi"

Inside the large building was just as large and fancy looking as it was outside. Kisara stayed close like her brother had instructed but that didn't stop her from being curious or what Ryou had called being nosy. There were countless of girls around her brother age all dressed in pretty but short looking dresses.

"Who are they Ryou?" Kisara asked, tugging the boy hand.

"Oh, just some new friends." he muttered lightly before calling the attention of one of the said girls. Her hair was long and a curly blonde with emerald green eyes; and she was dressed in a short pink dress that showed much of her long creamy legs.

"Hey there, you must be Ryou!"

Ryou nodded slightly and smiled.

"Well, I'm Mana! And who is this cute little girl with you?"

Ryou smiled and tugged his sister forward. "This is my baby sister Kisara. Say hello to Mana."

Kisara smiled happily at the blond. "Hello there Mana-chan!"

"Oh my goodness she's so cute!" Mana squealed as she scooped the white haired girl into her arms and swung her around. "Maybe Ishizu-sama could find-"

"No!"

Everyone fell silent and froze at the sudden outburst. Even Mana froze and turned at Ryou. His pale hands were terribly clenched and his brown eyes flickered dangerously.

"No, she isn't going to do anything for Ishizu-sama! Now, give her here."

Wordlessly Mana placed Kisara down and frowned. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to offend you. Come on, I will show you to your room."

Neither Ryou nor Mana said another word.

Once Mana had showed Ryou her room, she wordlessly left; eager to gossip to the other girls about the new meat. Meanwhile, Ryou sighed as he sat on the twin sized bed and watched his sister run around the fairly large room; exploring all it had to offer. As she explored, the white haired man took this time to unpack both his things and his sister's and place them away.

It didn't show, but Ryou was tired. Though for the past year; he was always tired. After the tragic death of his father; Ryou was forcibly thrust into parenthood. With no other family to care for his eight year old sister; it had been decided for Kisara to enter the foster care system but Ryou surprisingly stepped forward and demanded guardianship. Few were against it, he was nothing but a college student, a low paying job and with barely any knowledge of taking care of a child. How he had won; he didn't know.(1)

After the guardianship was granted; Ryou worked hard to find another job. Although his first job as a clerk at a grocery store paid some bills, it wasn't enough. Soon his dilemma caught the ear of a caring friend at school.

Her name was Shizuka Kawai; a girl with a pure heart of gold. Shizuka told of the discreet business ran by Ishizu Ishtar. As Shizuka told Ryou about her business; Ryou quickly declined. But the brunette laughed it off and wrote the address of Yorokobi down and slipped it to him with a wink.

"Just come and visit; it will be worth your while. Promise."

Ryou had taken the paper but he had no intention of keeping or visiting.

But after three weeks and the threat of being kicked out his studio apartment, Ryou reluctantly took a cab to Ishizu's place of business. When he had met Ishizu, he was surprised. She was a young, foreign woman with a caring smile.

She assured Ryou that the name of her business was only a name. In no way did she condone in young women (and young men) selling their bodies for money. In this house; both women and men took pride of their sexuality and showed it off through seductive dancing and a bit of nudity (but she didn't force that policy)

"After all," Ishizu said with a smile. "Sex does sell."

Also in the meeting, she told Ryou that room and board was paid by performance and popularity. The more you were requested to perform; the more royalties you were entitled to.

"My sister won't be exposed to any of this will she?" Ryou asked with a frown.

"Of course not," Ishizu scoffed. "You aren't the only one who has a child in this house. I've set up a small center for them and even hired a nanny to care for them on the days you have to work—all for an extra fee of course."

Ishizu's cobalt eyes studied Ryou hard. "What do you say Ryou, do we have a deal?"

Ryou bit the inside of his cheek. "Deal."

"Ryou? Ryoooou-nii?"

Kisara climbed onto her brother's lap and pinched his cheek hard; officially gaining his attention.

"I've been calling you for five minutes Ryou!" Kisara huffed; her white hair fell into her light blue eyes. "Are you okay?"

"Ah, yes. I'm fine. Sorry, just a bit tired." Ryou muttered, a yawn soon followed to prove his point.

"Oh." Kisara huffed. "Anyway, this girl came in and said you have to see Ishizu-sama? Who is she?"

"No one of importance, now come on. Let's go."

Immediately Kisara latched onto her brother, eager to explore her new home some more. As soon as Ryou opened the door, there stood a girl, her hand in midair.

"Ah sorry," she said with a nervous smile. "Let me introduce myself. I'm Miho but everyone calls me Ribbon because of…anyway, I am the nanny of Yorokobi and I was told to tend to her while you meet with Ishizu-sama!"

Kisara frowned at the smiling girl before looking up at her brother. "Do I really have to go with her?"

"I'm afraid so sis," Ryou smiled while kneeling. "But don't worry I will be back before you know it."

"Well, alright…" Kisara whispered. She didn't look all that happy.

"You know where Ishizu-sama's office is right?" Miho asked the smile still on her face.

Ryou nodded.

"Well, Alright then! Oh yeah, welcome to Yorokobi!" With that, Miho happily skipped away, Kisara slowly following after her.

Ryou only shook his head and smiled.

Ishizu was carefully pulling on her black knee stockings when she heard a knock at her office door.

"Come in," she called before reaching for her silk white blouse.

"Ah, you wanted to see me Ish—o-oh I-I didn't mean to-"

"Nonsense Ryou," Ishizu laughed while waving the blushing boy inside. "You have nothing to be embarrassed of. Have you ever seen a woman without a shirt on before?" Ishizu asked amusement clearly in her voice.

Ryou shook his head and tried to look away. His boss was certainly…well endowed.

Ishizu chuckled as she reached for her stilettos. "Well, now that you're all moved in. I thought I would show you around myself." The Egyptian woman smiled. "Are you ready?"

Ryou nodded. "I'm ready."

"Then let's go."

Once they left the office, Ishizu had directed to a whole other part of the house. With each turn, the scenery completely changed. The air had smelled like sweet perfume but now it was overpowered by smoke from cigars and cigarettes. The dressing of the women became more revealing and a few men dressed the same way appeared here and there.

Pushing large wooden doors open, Ishizu stepped aside for Ryou to see. The room was huge. White clouds of smoke slowly traveled across the room as it escaped from the lips of the people who were lounging comfortably in equally comfortable looking couches and chairs. Young women and men walked around, carrying small trays of liquor and food.

Ishizu was greeted respectfully by her workers and customers once she walked in, carefully observing for any trouble whereas Ryou was eyeing the large stage sat far but in the middle of the room. A silver pole stretched all the way from the high ceiling to the middle of the dark colored stage floor.

"This is where the performances take place." Ishizu said, officially snapping Ryou out of his thoughts. She then pointed to a black curtained off section. "Over there is where the performers prepare and those red curtains over there are where…our customers receive private sessions."

"Private Sessions?" Ryou asked questionably.

"Nothing to worry about," Ishizu said with a dismissing wave of her hand. "Only our most veteran performers are allowed to give private sessions."

Ryou sighed and smiled in relief.

Ishizu smirked. "Now, let's get you ready for your first performance."

Immediately, the same smile disappeared along with the blood from his face.

"W-wha?"

"Of course," Ishizu said with a grin. "You can only learn the ways of Yorokobi through experience am I not right?"

This is to get my gears in writing working again because oh my goodness! I can't think of ish!

If you like it, review!

1* This little part is based off my personal experience. I was a child in the system and once I became of age, I was asked to become the guardian of my little brother. I went to court, people fought it, but I ended up winning.