Summary: Welcome to "Flower House" where our beloved ukes are (cough) professional companions and our respective semes are (cough) their costumers.
Warning: AU, SLUTTY BISSHIES, Y-A-O-I, tons of random pairings, cross-dressing, and unbeta-ed.
A/N: Why did I update this fic instead? Because I'm such a teaser jerk! Joudan, joudan, my other fics are still on beta-reading. Hehehe...
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PROLOGUE
A pair of bored deep blue azure eyes was watching all activities and people around them. It was Sunday morning and the beautiful orbs were forced to open already, being polluted by all the peons which were passing by. The owner flicked his perfectly combed dark purple hair in annoyance. If only it wasn't because of his damn father along with his damn friend, he wouldn't be here, wasting his divine beauty to be shown to those low-class people. Oh yes, Atobe Keigo was extremely pissed off now.
First, he didn't get enough of his precious sleep; not if you're with 'Blue Orchid' (1) on the same bed, and had to get up five hours earlier than his usual routine. Next, he has to be here, in this filthy harbor with all the sweat and smell, harassing his sharp nose. And lastly, his guest hasn't arrived yet. The ship was an hour late, making Ore-sama wait. One thing that Atobe hated the most was waiting. Don't care if it was for his dad friend's son or even his own childhood friend because his time was very expensive and precious.
He'd wait for ten more minutes then he'd leave after ordering his servants to wait here instead. He didn't care whether he would get scolded later by his father.
"Atobe," suddenly someone called him.
The dive looked up from his circular antique golden watch, and much to his joy, it was the one he has been waiting. However concealing his joy, he gave the other man (2) a narcissistic smirk, "Tezuka, I see you haven't forgotten Ore-sama. Of course not that I'm easy to forget, thanks to my eternal beauty. And..."
The bespectacled man just grunted in affirmative, ignoring all the self-admiration from his childhood friend before stepping aside, revealing another man who looked extremely tired, "This is Oishi Shuichiirou. He's my best friend from America."
Atobe raised one elegant brow, giving the newbie a scrutinizing look, "Oishi... as if Oishi's Enterprise and Co.?"
It was a normal question, but this was Atobe Keigo who asked. Oishi blushed a little, casting his eyes down to his automatically-stretched out hand, "Ha-hai. My name is Oishi Shuuichiro, but you can call me Oishi, Atobe-san. It's nice to meet you."
I think his company group is among father's most important partners. If it's so, he's quite worthy of Ore-sama's time. The diva gave one last look before taking the offered hand, replying with a short 'Aa'.
"You're late." He faced Tezuka again with irritation in his voice.
"The ship was having some technical problem before we left for Japan," was Oishi's shy reply.
"Aa... I see." He flicked his hair again, "Well then, come on. Ore-sama can't stand being here too long." He snapped his fingers and suddenly a very big man appeared from nowhere, "Kabaji, carry their entire luggage."
"Usu."
"Follow me," Atobe turned around, walking towards a chariot with two black strong looking horses which was waiting for them. An old man around his fifties climbed out of the driver seat and opened a door for Atobe after throwing out a red carpet on the street.
"Young master, Keigo," he bowed deeply to the young master.
Oishi blinked in awe and mouth gawked open upon seeing how high Atobe was treated, "Is he always like that?" He asked quietly to Tezuka.
"Hn," was the monotonous reply. Same old, Atobe.
"Where's our luggage?" Oishi asked in confusion as Tezuka got inside the chariot, following Atobe.
"Do you think Ore-sama want to sit with those?" Atobe snorted, Oishi blushed, "Kabaji is taking care of them."
"Oh okay," Oishi said timidly before getting in as well and they left the busy harbor.
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"You will look better if you put some of this on too," a soft feminine voice broke the silence in a room on the top floor of 'Flower House' where two beautiful boys were facing a very big mirror which rested against a wall on one of the four sides. This room was one of the biggest in the entire house which was occupied by one the famous 'Flower Sisters'.
"What the hell is that?" asked a younger voice in annoyance and utter shock.
"Now... now... Ryoma, you must watch your language," the owner of the feminine voice, with long shiny light brown hair which was tied into one, teased while opening a small black tube. "This is a lipstick, a kind of makeup which is very famous now in America. Kei-chan gave me a couple days ago."
"And where am I supposed to put that 'thing' on me?" The other growled, "On my cheek?"
The older boy chuckled softly upon hearing it, "Why don't you let me put it on for you?"
"FUJI..." he growled even more as the other began advancing towards him, "YADDA!"
After minutes of struggling, hands swatting hands, and limbs pinning limbs, they ended up entangled on the tatami floor with Fuji on top of Ryoma.
"Can't you find any other person to try this thing on?" asked Ryoma pointing at the kimono he was wearing. The traditional cloth was also a gift from the older boy, his sadistic 'brother'.
"But you're the 'Golden Rose', Ryoma," answered Fuji while tracing the pattern on the kimono where beautiful golden roses were stitched on it, complete with their thorns and beautiful complexion on its black silken material.
Ryoma rolled his eyes, "Just because I'm called by that name, doesn't mean I have to wear this too!"
But Fuji was already ignoring him and running his fingers on the boy's torso which was a little bit exposed due to the design of the kimono itself. Ryoma shivered in delight when the said fingers teasing his nipples, "Fuji, you know I don't sleep with my brothers."
"Saa... but I'm your 'sister'," teased Fuji now with his lips attacking Ryoma's small neck.
"You're not afraid if 'mother' knows about this," Ryoma teased back with clear huskiness in his voice, "Ummm..."
"Then we should keep this secret between us ne," Fuji smiled against the boy's chest and slipped a hand after untying the white sash on Ryoma's waist.
"You're not giving up easily, are you? Aah..." Ryoma arched his body when a talented hand brushing his arousal in a teasing manner.
"Hm... not if the prize is you," Fuji stripped from his clothes quick, "I'd like to be seme for once."
"It's fun actually," Fuji's hot lips were trailing down his flat stomach.
"Have you tried it?"
"Yes, wi... ah... with Taichi," Ryoma gasped as a wet talented tongue plunged on his navel.
"Oh, I see." But before they could have more fun, one of the sliding doors on the room was opened, revealing another boy with shoulder length auburn hair.
"FUJI!!! What do you think you're doing?" He shrieked; his blue eyes widened upon seeing the very compromising position the two boys were in. Hurriedly, he entered the room and separated them, "And you Ochibi?"
"We are just having some fun, Eiji," was the innocent reply.
He glared the deadliest at Fuji; however with his cute features, it turned up to be a pout instead. Ryoma sat up, rearranging his kimono with a loud 'CHE'. Eiji glared at Ryoma, making a mental note to keep an eye on him and Fuji.
"Mother told me to call you. Your Kei-chan sent someone, delivering a message for you."
"Ehhm, sankyuu, Eiji," Fuji smiled sunnily, "See you later, Ryoma." He gave Ryoma's peck on his cherry lips before leaving the room swiftly.
"Ochibi, don't you EVER do THAT again! Remember, 'mother' won't tolerate any relationship between us," Eiji said as soon as Fuji left the room. His tone was deadly serious, something which was rarely heard from the redhead.
"If it's because she's afraid that we might run away from her; she doesn't have to worry about that," Ryoma looked out the window, down to the busy street of Tokyo (3) before adding painfully, "Not like we have any other homes to go..."
"Ochibi..." breathed Eiji sympathetically.
"Forget it, Eiji-senpai," Ryoma said dismissively, "I was just rambling." And before the older boy could say anything, Ryoma changed the subject, "So, what's up with Mukahi-san? I heard he reported you to 'mother'."
"Mou, he did," Eiji pouted, crossing his arms against his chest, "He complained that I 'stole' his most important customer. It wasn't my fault that guy asked for me; then again I don't like him. He creep the hell out of me."
"What's his name?"
Eiji was scratching his head, trying to remember it, "Eto... I think his name is Oshitari Yuushi."
"Oh him, Monkey King's right hand man. I heard he has a thing for redhead," Ryoma smirked inwardly, it was so easy diverting Eiji to another topic, thanks to the redhead's fondness on gossiping, "And he's going to pay a visit tonight."
"Heh, hontoni?"
"Yeah, I heard it from 'Squill'."
"Are you sure Ibu-san's information is correct. You know he loves mumbling lots of stupid things," Eiji frowned.
"But it's better if you watch over yourself tonight."
"Do you think I should dye my hair?"
"Can you do that?" Ryoma gave him a questioning look.
"Saeki-san did. Now he has two colors hair," pointed Eiji out, reminding Ryoma about Fuji's childhood friend who lived in their neighborhood, running a kendo club.
"I think that's the only way; if you don't want him stalking you," Ryoma shrugged nonchalantly.
Eiji was fidgeting on his seat worriedly because of this but when he noticed a satisfied smirk from the younger one, he scowled, "Ochibi, hidoi... You do this on purpose, don't you?"
"Probably."
"Ochibi..." wailed him again, "You weren't serious, were you?"
"I refuse to answer, Eiji-senpai."
"Come on, Ochibi," big blue eyes narrowed in mischievousness, "Or I'll tell Momo to give you more bear hugs and ruffle your hair more often."
"You won't!" Ryoma glared.
"Hehehe... wanna bet, Ochibi?"
Suddenly, the door was opened again but this time it was Fuji who came in with an awfully happy yet dangerous smile on his face. This only could mean one thing, trouble. Eiji gulped while Ryoma glared at the oldest of the three.
"Ryoma, Eiji, we're 'working' tonight," said Fuji with an extreme satisfaction in his tone. It was obvious that he was happy to see his lovely Kei-chan again.
Eiji sighed in relief; at least his sadistic 'brother' wasn't up to no good this time.
"YADDA!" protested Ryoma bluntly.
"Ochibi, not again," EIji rolled his eyes.
"YADDA TADDA YADDA," Ryoma glared the deadliest while crossing his arms.
Fuji's smile was wiped out of his face, turning into a frown, "We're going to have very important customers, Ryoma. They're Keigo's friends..."
"I don't care. The last time, you gave me an important customer; he was a seventy-year old man who kept talking about my father. How much I look like him. If he likes my father; go and fuck him!" spat Ryoma in rage, standing to confront the other boy, "Not that he can do it though," but then the youngest slumped bonelessly, leaning against a wall, laughing in pain.
"Ochibi," Eiji reached out a hand but Ryoma swatted it away.
"Ryoma, I'm so sorry for that. I didn't know Banji was..."
"Stop! I said NO is NO," I don't want pity from anyone, not even from any of you, "No is never a YES, Fuji."
"Ryoma, but you have to... iie, you MUST DO it," Fuji turned deadly serious, "Or 'mother' will punish you again." Ryoma stopped on his rant upon hearing this, shuddering in disgust. "We all know you're mother's Golden Boy, but she won't tolerate your behavior this time. She said a special punishment is waiting for you. So please..."
It was true that he was Hanamura-san's (4) favorite boy toy or whatever; that's why his punishment was different from the others'. Instead of having himself beaten severely or being locked in a room until starving to death; he would be chained into the pedophile's bedpost then pleasuring her. Their 'mother' would move up and down on top of him, showing him her expression in sheer pleasure, making him almost throwing up in disgust every time he thought about it.
"Fine," Ryoma said dejectedly, "But only this time."
Eiji sighed in relief; he was glad that Fuji was always there to handle their youngest brother's stubbornness. However, he pitied the boy though; hell he pitied all of them. They were trapped in this living sin of life with no way to escape in order to survive.
"Thank you, Ryoma," was Fuji's only reply and he was smiling again. It was enough for now. He knew not to push the younger boy too much. Not on his current state.
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Dear mother,
How are you, father, and Shuuko's (5) doing? I hope all of you are fine. I'm doing pretty well in here.
Tezuka and I had arrived safely in Japan. It was a very tiring yet precious journey; we were on the ship for months. But my eyes are opened now on how big this world is. And there're lots of things in this world which I have never seen before. I can't wait to learn everything's new here. So much experience is waiting for me ahead.
It seemed that my decision to go to Japan is the best decision I've ever made. And mother, you need not to worry about me since our host here is Atobe Keigo. I bet you have heard of him. Yes, he's the heir of Atobe's empire. I didn't know that Tezuka's childhood friend is the one and only Atobe.
Well, he's a nice person if he's not in his 'usual' state. I don't want to talk about people behind them. Demo, I just want to say that he fits his role perfectly. Too perfect even. I believe Atobe's Empire is father's most important client. However, I'd treat him more than that; to be exact, I'll treat him as a friend. So don't worry about it okay.
All I want now is for you to take care of yourself, Mother. Don't forget to drink the medicine that Dr. Smith gave you. Please do it if you love us and don't want to make me worry sick here. Write to you later, Mother. Kiyo-tsukete!
With love,
Your son, Shuuichiro
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Oishi put his pen down and placed the letter on a white envelope before sealing it with his family symbol, smiling genuinely as remembering those whom he loved so much.
"We're going out tonight!" Atobe made a grand entrance to the study room where Tezuka was sitting on a black comfy couch while he was sitting on a study desk.
"To where, Atobe?" Tezuka didn't even bother to look up from the book he was reading.
"Flower House," Atobe gave one of his servants at the door his expensive purple coat before settling down himself in front of Tezuka.
"Um, it's kind of a unique name for a restaurant isn't it?" Oishi asked in hesitation.
"Who said we're going to eat out?" Atobe raised an eyebrow, eyes glinting mysteriously.
"Then?"
"We're going to pick up flowers," Atobe smirked arrogantly while Oishi shot a confused look at the still stoic Tezuka.
-tbc-
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(1) Fuji's nickname. Ryoma's is Golden Rose, and Eiji's is Red Lily. They're the famous 'Flower Sisters'. Shinji's is Squill. All of the ukes have one :) The flower name is based on their character and eye or hair color.
(2) They're around their early twenties in this story meanwhile their ukes' age will be revealed later.
(3) The capital had been moved to Tokyo at that time
(4) Jyousei Shounan's coach who kept hitting on Ryoma
(5) I don't know Oishi's sister name so I made up one
MayNeuma: Just to warn you that I'm VERY bad on History and often messed up with it. The setting is supposed to be in Japan after the restoration-> Kenshin's fans (sweatdropped). So, if there's any of you complains about it; go ahead. Don't mind!
May: I might as well give FujiTezu-ness, FujiRyo-ness (yup... yup...) AtoRyo-ness or even OshiEiji-ness on later chapters. And lemon(s) on next chapter if I got tons of review Kekeke... XD
Neuma: I'm not involved in this!
May: YAOI fanservice! Any requests on pairings are welcomed XD and don't forget review