Genres: Drama/romance/?
Warning: contains shonen/seinen-ai. If you find this offensive, then don't read this! Plus the story is going to contain elements concerning prostitution.
Disclaimer: Fruits Basket is copyrighted to Takaya Natsuki.
A/N: Hey! Thanks to those who reviewed. I noticed that I forgot to tell you who would be with whom. Well, this is a Shikyo fic. I love this pairing and am sad to say that there is only one Shigure/Kyo fic out there!!! I can't believe it!!! It's called "Kanashimi", it's by Au and I encourage anyone to read it (come on! I need more Shigure/Kyo fans.) this is the second descriptive chapter. I'm just gonna explain a few things about Shigure. This is his perspective of what happened right before and after his meeting with Kyo.
"Black Boudoir"
Chapter two
Shigure pulled at his collar. It was quite cold. His kimono was starting to wear thin. He would have to buy a new one. His thoughts drifted as he walked to his dentist's appointment, along the street, pas a florist's, a bakery, a cozy looking café and a drugstore. He turned the corner, walked into a building and took its elevator to the fifth floor.
He was in the waiting room, staring at the wall, still tired from last night as a young man with flaming red hair and dark, gleaming crimson eyes walked in. He turned his gaze back to the wall, afraid that the man would catch his gaze. As he picked up a magazine, and started to read it, Shigure glanced at him again, and seeing that he was intently reading his article, started to examine him. His face was thin, with delicate straight lines, his shoulders wide enough to look manly, but with the same delicate lines as the rest of his body. He looked about twenty to Shigure.
The secretary came in and asked for Sohma-san. Shigure stood up, and turning his gaze to the right for a last glance at the boy, noticed that he wasn't seated. The secretary looked confused and asked them which one was in fact Sohma- san. Both replied that they were. This triggered Shigure's interest. Hoping to find out the boy's first name, he asked the secretary who the patient's first name was, hoping that it would be the boy. When she told them that he was the patient, he couldn't help being disappointed. He said goodbye to the boy and followed the secretary.
After the check up, he went by a trditional clothes shop to purchase a kimono to replace this one. Kimonos where extremely expensive, but he could afford it. He emerged from the store a half an hour later with a kimono identical to the one he was wearing.
Before going to work, he stopped by a ramen restaurant to have dinner. As he slurped the hot meal, he couldn't help wondering about the other Sohma. ' How can there be a Sohma in this city that Akito doesn't know about? Akito had told him that his family was the only Sohma family in this part of Japan. So, how could the young man's name be Sohma as well? Maybe it was spelled with a different Kanji? Unless. . .' And then it dawned on him. About nineteen years ago, a relative of his and his pregnant wife had moved away, to escape Akito. Could this boy be their son? It was possible.
He paid for his meal and then headed to his work place. It was a fairly small building that resembled an inn. Only, it wasn't quite an inn. It was, there was no other word for it: a whorehouse. Only this one was different, Akito had made it the only gay whorehouse in Japan. Shigure hated it.
A few years back, Akito had bought the old inn and said he was going to make something far more lucrative out of it. One by one, he had tricked his family members (only the male ones actually) into prostitution, only, because of the curse, they could only sleep with men. So here he was, Shigure Sohma, aged thirty, male prostitute, a heterosexual, forced to bring pleasure to other men for a living.
He entered the building. It wasn't at all like the usual whorehouses. It was clean, the furniture in the bar was traditional and there were flowers in vases everywhere. It looked more like a ryokan (traditional 5 star hotel) than anything else.
Shigure went to the changing room in the basement where his colleagues/relatives were getting ready.
"Kombann wa minna-san." He said calmly.
"Hey, Shigure." Answered a tall man with long light grey hair and light green eyes.
Shigure put down his package and undressed. He then put on the white kimono that was the uniform here and moved over to a sink where he splashed some water onto his face. He didn't want to work tonight.
Usually, Shigure and his fellow man whores (all victims of Akito's intelligence and blackmail) would go to the bar where they would wait for their clients. Sometimes, they just paid to talk about their problems, about how they were married and couldn't bear the idea of anyone finding out that they had "penchants" for the same sex. Sometimes, they would just pay for a massage. But most of the time they came and left as quickly as possible, after having "had" their "bed-mates".
Shigure sat in the bar. Each of Shigure's colleagues were seated at a table with a drink, waiting. The one with the long hair who had greeted him was Ayame. He looked a lot like a woman and therefore was extremely popular. At another table, sat Ritsu, he looked even more like a woman than Ayame, but he was extremely shy. He had long dark blond hair and melancholy eyes. He had been Akito's first victim. He had never told anyone how Akito had managed to force him to sell himself, but every one knew that it had been easy for Akito. Each of them had their own story.
Hatsuharu, who was at a table to Shigure's right had been persuaded to join the "family buisness" in exchange for his girlfriend's health (Akito had severely beaten Rin, so Haru had promised to do what Akito told him to.)
It was the same story for all of them; the only things that changed were the people in question. The lucky ones were Hatori (who was Akito's physician), Kagura (the barmaid), Hiro (who was too young to work in the trade), Kisa (the maid) and Tohru. Tohru was Akito's adopted daughter. She was the one thing that made working here bearable. Everyday, she'd greet the men politely, and would take care of their bruises after they had dealt with particularly violent clients. She regarded them as her friends, and would play cards with them during the day or if they didn't have any customers by 1a.m., in which case they were allowed to go to their rooms and stop work.
Then, there was Yuki. No one every saw him, except at staff meetings, and meals. He never spoke to anyone but Akito and Tohru and the rumor was that he was Akito's personal slave. Yuki was extremely beautiful, but his eyes were like a corpse's, expressionless and cold. No one had seen him smile since he had turned eighteen (many said that that was when Akito had started abusing him.)
Shigure greeted the man who sat down at his table. He was not bad looking, but he was shy.
"Newcomer?" Shigure asked
"Hai." The man answered, still looking at his drink.
"Don't worry, you're in good hands with me." Shigure said.
All the while he was remembering his goal. Just a few more months here, and he would have his passport and enough money to leave the country. He led the client to one of THE rooms. 'You're disgusting, Shigure' he thought to himself, like every night during which he rented his body out. 'Look at what you've become.' He thought as he kissed his temporary partner. 'You are used to making love, but have you ever loved anyone?' his mind continued as he slipped down his kimono and started to unbutton the other man's shirt. Yes, he had loved someone, and because of that someone, he was here, betraying himself again and again for money. As he came, Kyoko Honda's face appeared to him.
After the man had paid and left, he went to the room's shower and cleansed his tired body. It had been a while since he had thought of Kyoko. His breath sped up, coming out in rough sobs, the tears flowing down his face mingled with the water from the shower.
End of chapter two.
Why, of all things did I make Shigure a man-whore? There are a few reasons. In the manga (much more than in the anime) Shigure is two-faced: he always smiles around most people, but when he's alone or with Hatori or Akito, he usually looks quite bitter. In the manga he quite plainly says that he will do anything to achieve his goals. The fact that he always hides behind a smile or a cheeky comment seems to prove that he is over compensating for something. I though that for him to be a "prostitute" is a pretty good metaphor for his personality. I hope you weren't too weirded out by this chapter. Please review. Cheers - Isa/Mouton
Warning: contains shonen/seinen-ai. If you find this offensive, then don't read this! Plus the story is going to contain elements concerning prostitution.
Disclaimer: Fruits Basket is copyrighted to Takaya Natsuki.
A/N: Hey! Thanks to those who reviewed. I noticed that I forgot to tell you who would be with whom. Well, this is a Shikyo fic. I love this pairing and am sad to say that there is only one Shigure/Kyo fic out there!!! I can't believe it!!! It's called "Kanashimi", it's by Au and I encourage anyone to read it (come on! I need more Shigure/Kyo fans.) this is the second descriptive chapter. I'm just gonna explain a few things about Shigure. This is his perspective of what happened right before and after his meeting with Kyo.
"Black Boudoir"
Chapter two
Shigure pulled at his collar. It was quite cold. His kimono was starting to wear thin. He would have to buy a new one. His thoughts drifted as he walked to his dentist's appointment, along the street, pas a florist's, a bakery, a cozy looking café and a drugstore. He turned the corner, walked into a building and took its elevator to the fifth floor.
He was in the waiting room, staring at the wall, still tired from last night as a young man with flaming red hair and dark, gleaming crimson eyes walked in. He turned his gaze back to the wall, afraid that the man would catch his gaze. As he picked up a magazine, and started to read it, Shigure glanced at him again, and seeing that he was intently reading his article, started to examine him. His face was thin, with delicate straight lines, his shoulders wide enough to look manly, but with the same delicate lines as the rest of his body. He looked about twenty to Shigure.
The secretary came in and asked for Sohma-san. Shigure stood up, and turning his gaze to the right for a last glance at the boy, noticed that he wasn't seated. The secretary looked confused and asked them which one was in fact Sohma- san. Both replied that they were. This triggered Shigure's interest. Hoping to find out the boy's first name, he asked the secretary who the patient's first name was, hoping that it would be the boy. When she told them that he was the patient, he couldn't help being disappointed. He said goodbye to the boy and followed the secretary.
After the check up, he went by a trditional clothes shop to purchase a kimono to replace this one. Kimonos where extremely expensive, but he could afford it. He emerged from the store a half an hour later with a kimono identical to the one he was wearing.
Before going to work, he stopped by a ramen restaurant to have dinner. As he slurped the hot meal, he couldn't help wondering about the other Sohma. ' How can there be a Sohma in this city that Akito doesn't know about? Akito had told him that his family was the only Sohma family in this part of Japan. So, how could the young man's name be Sohma as well? Maybe it was spelled with a different Kanji? Unless. . .' And then it dawned on him. About nineteen years ago, a relative of his and his pregnant wife had moved away, to escape Akito. Could this boy be their son? It was possible.
He paid for his meal and then headed to his work place. It was a fairly small building that resembled an inn. Only, it wasn't quite an inn. It was, there was no other word for it: a whorehouse. Only this one was different, Akito had made it the only gay whorehouse in Japan. Shigure hated it.
A few years back, Akito had bought the old inn and said he was going to make something far more lucrative out of it. One by one, he had tricked his family members (only the male ones actually) into prostitution, only, because of the curse, they could only sleep with men. So here he was, Shigure Sohma, aged thirty, male prostitute, a heterosexual, forced to bring pleasure to other men for a living.
He entered the building. It wasn't at all like the usual whorehouses. It was clean, the furniture in the bar was traditional and there were flowers in vases everywhere. It looked more like a ryokan (traditional 5 star hotel) than anything else.
Shigure went to the changing room in the basement where his colleagues/relatives were getting ready.
"Kombann wa minna-san." He said calmly.
"Hey, Shigure." Answered a tall man with long light grey hair and light green eyes.
Shigure put down his package and undressed. He then put on the white kimono that was the uniform here and moved over to a sink where he splashed some water onto his face. He didn't want to work tonight.
Usually, Shigure and his fellow man whores (all victims of Akito's intelligence and blackmail) would go to the bar where they would wait for their clients. Sometimes, they just paid to talk about their problems, about how they were married and couldn't bear the idea of anyone finding out that they had "penchants" for the same sex. Sometimes, they would just pay for a massage. But most of the time they came and left as quickly as possible, after having "had" their "bed-mates".
Shigure sat in the bar. Each of Shigure's colleagues were seated at a table with a drink, waiting. The one with the long hair who had greeted him was Ayame. He looked a lot like a woman and therefore was extremely popular. At another table, sat Ritsu, he looked even more like a woman than Ayame, but he was extremely shy. He had long dark blond hair and melancholy eyes. He had been Akito's first victim. He had never told anyone how Akito had managed to force him to sell himself, but every one knew that it had been easy for Akito. Each of them had their own story.
Hatsuharu, who was at a table to Shigure's right had been persuaded to join the "family buisness" in exchange for his girlfriend's health (Akito had severely beaten Rin, so Haru had promised to do what Akito told him to.)
It was the same story for all of them; the only things that changed were the people in question. The lucky ones were Hatori (who was Akito's physician), Kagura (the barmaid), Hiro (who was too young to work in the trade), Kisa (the maid) and Tohru. Tohru was Akito's adopted daughter. She was the one thing that made working here bearable. Everyday, she'd greet the men politely, and would take care of their bruises after they had dealt with particularly violent clients. She regarded them as her friends, and would play cards with them during the day or if they didn't have any customers by 1a.m., in which case they were allowed to go to their rooms and stop work.
Then, there was Yuki. No one every saw him, except at staff meetings, and meals. He never spoke to anyone but Akito and Tohru and the rumor was that he was Akito's personal slave. Yuki was extremely beautiful, but his eyes were like a corpse's, expressionless and cold. No one had seen him smile since he had turned eighteen (many said that that was when Akito had started abusing him.)
Shigure greeted the man who sat down at his table. He was not bad looking, but he was shy.
"Newcomer?" Shigure asked
"Hai." The man answered, still looking at his drink.
"Don't worry, you're in good hands with me." Shigure said.
All the while he was remembering his goal. Just a few more months here, and he would have his passport and enough money to leave the country. He led the client to one of THE rooms. 'You're disgusting, Shigure' he thought to himself, like every night during which he rented his body out. 'Look at what you've become.' He thought as he kissed his temporary partner. 'You are used to making love, but have you ever loved anyone?' his mind continued as he slipped down his kimono and started to unbutton the other man's shirt. Yes, he had loved someone, and because of that someone, he was here, betraying himself again and again for money. As he came, Kyoko Honda's face appeared to him.
After the man had paid and left, he went to the room's shower and cleansed his tired body. It had been a while since he had thought of Kyoko. His breath sped up, coming out in rough sobs, the tears flowing down his face mingled with the water from the shower.
End of chapter two.
Why, of all things did I make Shigure a man-whore? There are a few reasons. In the manga (much more than in the anime) Shigure is two-faced: he always smiles around most people, but when he's alone or with Hatori or Akito, he usually looks quite bitter. In the manga he quite plainly says that he will do anything to achieve his goals. The fact that he always hides behind a smile or a cheeky comment seems to prove that he is over compensating for something. I though that for him to be a "prostitute" is a pretty good metaphor for his personality. I hope you weren't too weirded out by this chapter. Please review. Cheers - Isa/Mouton