The day dragged by.
Time seemed to be at a crawl and when Yuusuke finally couldn't sleep any more, he resigned himself to finally sitting up and eating the food Kuronue had delivered. He'd spent a god couple of hours attempting to slip back off to sleep, but hadn't been able to. There was only so much sleep one could get, and being stressed out about the inevitable certainly didn't help matters either.
Tonight. Tonight was the night he would start his new job. When that thought crossed his mind he found himself with the sudden urge to take a scalding hot shower, especially since he deafly afraid of that creepy guy in the black trench buying him. He had a feeling that avoiding eye contact wouldn't be enough after a while. Especially if the blond arrived in enough time to get to Triton before Karasu did.
Yuusuke pushed away his breakfast after only a few bites and gave into the temptation of the shower to try and clear his mind. He didn't want to eat any food, he didn't want the day off. He wanted the day to fly by so he could get tonight over with, and yet part of him wished that the day would just pause, and the night would never come.
Sighing softly he finally turned off the shower and stepped out into the room, drying himself off. To his surprise he found an outfit from that dressing room sitting on the bed. Yuusuke glanced out the window and blinked. The day had flown by, he must have slept more then he thought. But then, that was the curse of not really having a clock in his room.
The outfit resembled a similar fashion as the one he'd worn the night before. But this time there was more skin showing, with the pants looking more like strips of fabric then actually pants. And a matching leather top that had no back was laid out atop it. It looked like something Kuronue would wear, and Yuusuke guessed it was probably from his side of the room since they were about the same body type, save for the wings and height.
Taking a deep breath he pulled the outfit on, and braced himself for what was probably only a couple hours away.
"I can do this."
The entertaining room was sparsely filed, as usual, when Yuusuke entered. Once again he found Haku at his side, the young boy apparently not bothered by the company or what would obviously happen with each person once they left the room. In fact, he seemed perfectly comfortable as if it were normal, but then it would have been strange to have the young 'bodyguard' seem nervous, or at least that's what Yuusuke figured. The fact that Haku was accompanying him was evidence enough that the boy was watching him until he got the handle of things. And he'd found out that Yomi was now the one checking the guests at the door. Yuusuke, was happy for any help he could get.
Triton was sitting across the room, perched in his usual plush chair, his golden eyes watching the door. He was wearing the same outfit as the night before, which still consisted of nothing more then a few conveniently placed whisps of white fabric, his tail curling down onto the floor with all his hair perfectly combed. He still looked just as beautiful as he had to Yuusuke the night before, but Yuusuke did his best to avoid his eyes. Tonight was business. He didn't know when he'd get to speak with the youko again, but tonight wasn't the time.
This time the blond came in first. Yuusuke was watching the door and he couldn't help but smile a bit as he sat there waiting, when he saw Quatre enter the room. The blond smiled a bit and walked over toward Triton, careful not to make too much of a bee-line, but he wasn't too successful. Yuusuke watched him walk over to the chair and sit in Triton's lap as if it were an everyday occurrence. And Yuusuke watched as Triton easily wrapped his arms around him and melted into the kiss. It was obvious the two had more between them then money.
It was sad that they couldn't keep that.
"Son of a-" the voice snarled off into a low growl and Yuusuke turned quickly, only to find himself face to face with the man in the trench coat, Karasu. And he was doing the exact thing Triton had warned him not to… he met Karasu's eyes.
Yuusuke recovered himself a moment later and looked away, muttering a soft string of curse words. Shit.
Karasu's hand reached down and tilted up Yuusuke's head, forcing him to look up at him again. Yuusuke considered resisting for a second, but then decided that wasn't the best idea, especially since Karasu seemed like one of those guys who would like something like that. So instead he glanced back up at him, trying not to show any type of reaction, and especially trying not to make the smartass remarks flying up in his mind.
"A bit rough, but attractive, none the less." Yuusuke could see the man's face now and it certainly wasn't an improvement. He had to admit that some people might have found this man attractive, were it not for the aura of just plain creepiness that surrounded him. He was a slime ball and he was one of those you could smell from a mile away. That just killed all the attraction right there.
Yuusuke did his best to resist the urge to pull away from the man's grip. But at the same time, he had a pretty good idea there was no way he was getting out of this.
But then, the strangest thing happened. Behind Karasu, Triton and the blond passed by, obviously heading toward one of the rooms. And as they passed, Triton leaned over to speak softly into Karasu's ear.
"You don't want that one."
Karasu turned. "Oh? And why not?"
Triton's golden eyes glanced at Yuusuke, then back at Karasu. "Because he's a lousy lay."
Yuusuke visibly winced at those words and looked down, clenching his hands into fists. Vaguely in the back of his mind he heard Karasu make a response, but he didn't catch the words, nor did he care to. All he could concentrate on was controlling himself so he didn't stand up and punch Triton across the room. His fists nearly shook with rage, but he managed to stop himself, which spoke volumes.
Standing up, Yuusuke didn't even spare Triton a glance. Instead he just shoved past him and left the room, walking down the hall as fast as he could without betraying that all he really wanted to do was run. He didn't stop moving until he reached his bedroom, and then he slammed the door behind him and leaned against it, sliding down the wood.
In that moment his anger melted away and Yuusuke hugged himself tightly.
He didn't come out until the next morning.
Time seemed to be at a crawl and when Yuusuke finally couldn't sleep any more, he resigned himself to finally sitting up and eating the food Kuronue had delivered. He'd spent a god couple of hours attempting to slip back off to sleep, but hadn't been able to. There was only so much sleep one could get, and being stressed out about the inevitable certainly didn't help matters either.
Tonight. Tonight was the night he would start his new job. When that thought crossed his mind he found himself with the sudden urge to take a scalding hot shower, especially since he deafly afraid of that creepy guy in the black trench buying him. He had a feeling that avoiding eye contact wouldn't be enough after a while. Especially if the blond arrived in enough time to get to Triton before Karasu did.
Yuusuke pushed away his breakfast after only a few bites and gave into the temptation of the shower to try and clear his mind. He didn't want to eat any food, he didn't want the day off. He wanted the day to fly by so he could get tonight over with, and yet part of him wished that the day would just pause, and the night would never come.
Sighing softly he finally turned off the shower and stepped out into the room, drying himself off. To his surprise he found an outfit from that dressing room sitting on the bed. Yuusuke glanced out the window and blinked. The day had flown by, he must have slept more then he thought. But then, that was the curse of not really having a clock in his room.
The outfit resembled a similar fashion as the one he'd worn the night before. But this time there was more skin showing, with the pants looking more like strips of fabric then actually pants. And a matching leather top that had no back was laid out atop it. It looked like something Kuronue would wear, and Yuusuke guessed it was probably from his side of the room since they were about the same body type, save for the wings and height.
Taking a deep breath he pulled the outfit on, and braced himself for what was probably only a couple hours away.
"I can do this."
The entertaining room was sparsely filed, as usual, when Yuusuke entered. Once again he found Haku at his side, the young boy apparently not bothered by the company or what would obviously happen with each person once they left the room. In fact, he seemed perfectly comfortable as if it were normal, but then it would have been strange to have the young 'bodyguard' seem nervous, or at least that's what Yuusuke figured. The fact that Haku was accompanying him was evidence enough that the boy was watching him until he got the handle of things. And he'd found out that Yomi was now the one checking the guests at the door. Yuusuke, was happy for any help he could get.
Triton was sitting across the room, perched in his usual plush chair, his golden eyes watching the door. He was wearing the same outfit as the night before, which still consisted of nothing more then a few conveniently placed whisps of white fabric, his tail curling down onto the floor with all his hair perfectly combed. He still looked just as beautiful as he had to Yuusuke the night before, but Yuusuke did his best to avoid his eyes. Tonight was business. He didn't know when he'd get to speak with the youko again, but tonight wasn't the time.
This time the blond came in first. Yuusuke was watching the door and he couldn't help but smile a bit as he sat there waiting, when he saw Quatre enter the room. The blond smiled a bit and walked over toward Triton, careful not to make too much of a bee-line, but he wasn't too successful. Yuusuke watched him walk over to the chair and sit in Triton's lap as if it were an everyday occurrence. And Yuusuke watched as Triton easily wrapped his arms around him and melted into the kiss. It was obvious the two had more between them then money.
It was sad that they couldn't keep that.
"Son of a-" the voice snarled off into a low growl and Yuusuke turned quickly, only to find himself face to face with the man in the trench coat, Karasu. And he was doing the exact thing Triton had warned him not to… he met Karasu's eyes.
Yuusuke recovered himself a moment later and looked away, muttering a soft string of curse words. Shit.
Karasu's hand reached down and tilted up Yuusuke's head, forcing him to look up at him again. Yuusuke considered resisting for a second, but then decided that wasn't the best idea, especially since Karasu seemed like one of those guys who would like something like that. So instead he glanced back up at him, trying not to show any type of reaction, and especially trying not to make the smartass remarks flying up in his mind.
"A bit rough, but attractive, none the less." Yuusuke could see the man's face now and it certainly wasn't an improvement. He had to admit that some people might have found this man attractive, were it not for the aura of just plain creepiness that surrounded him. He was a slime ball and he was one of those you could smell from a mile away. That just killed all the attraction right there.
Yuusuke did his best to resist the urge to pull away from the man's grip. But at the same time, he had a pretty good idea there was no way he was getting out of this.
But then, the strangest thing happened. Behind Karasu, Triton and the blond passed by, obviously heading toward one of the rooms. And as they passed, Triton leaned over to speak softly into Karasu's ear.
"You don't want that one."
Karasu turned. "Oh? And why not?"
Triton's golden eyes glanced at Yuusuke, then back at Karasu. "Because he's a lousy lay."
Yuusuke visibly winced at those words and looked down, clenching his hands into fists. Vaguely in the back of his mind he heard Karasu make a response, but he didn't catch the words, nor did he care to. All he could concentrate on was controlling himself so he didn't stand up and punch Triton across the room. His fists nearly shook with rage, but he managed to stop himself, which spoke volumes.
Standing up, Yuusuke didn't even spare Triton a glance. Instead he just shoved past him and left the room, walking down the hall as fast as he could without betraying that all he really wanted to do was run. He didn't stop moving until he reached his bedroom, and then he slammed the door behind him and leaned against it, sliding down the wood.
In that moment his anger melted away and Yuusuke hugged himself tightly.
He didn't come out until the next morning.