Kitchen Talk

3rd down: Light

Note: AU! M for implied sex.

Sex didn't bother him. Neither did alcohol, drugs or cigarettes. Things like these were common in the work he did.

"You know, you could have me for more than a day." The woman with brown curly hair whispered into his pierced ears as he trailed kisses on her neck and bit her collarbone which caused her to gasp.

"Not interested." He replied and continued sucking the spot he bit while she moaned.

"I could give you all the money you want…isn't that why you do this?" The woman asked. She tried to pull him in for a kiss only to turn his lips away from her and she let him go.

"I told you, sex is okay, but I'm not going to fucking kiss you." The blond said curtly.

She snickered. "Why? Trying to save it for a special someone?"

"None of your damn business, do you want to fuck or not?" He just asked, trying to keep his anger from rising any higher. He had to respect the clients' wishes or so he was taught, but he didn't give a fuck about any of it. She said nothing more and he continued to do the dirty business as the woman moaned in contentment.

As the woman screamed out his name in ecstasy, Hiruma closed his eyes, pretending the raspy voice was a softer and quieter one that always filled his mind whenever he was alone. He tried to picture her: the red hair, sparkling blue eyes, heart shaped face, rosy lips, dazzling smile, and that beautiful voice which haunts him in the best way possible.

After the deed was done, the blond got off of the woman and started putting on his black pants. He wore his black t-shirt with some logo on it, black scarf, and put on his shoes as the woman smoked a cigarette, her naked body barely covered by the thin silk sheet. The plumes of smoke filled the hotel room and he turned away, sick of that smell.

"Thanks for the great time, the money should be already given to your boss. I'll call on you again." The woman got up and blew one last smoke into the already polluted room before kissing him on the cheek. He said nothing and waited until she had walked into the bathroom before leaving and wiping his cheek.

He walked out the hotel and ignored the glances that everyone was giving him. No one needed to ask to know what his line of profession was - especially, when a 20-year old with ripped jeans, leather jacket, and black converses was walking out of a fancy expensive hotel when he had just checked in with some rich older woman. Besides, with his delinquent appearance, no one dared talked to him in the first place; not even the people that worked with him did. Many even asked the boss why he would hire such a rough-looking kid in the first place. Although many of the other guys thought he would fail because of his I-don't-give-a-fuck attitude and lack of mannerism in front of clients, he was actually their number one host.

Hiruma was popular with the rich business woman who were usually so used to being treated with respect and reverence so when they met someone that gave them attitude, frankly, it turned them on. Due to this fact, he wasn't thrown out of the club which regarded themselves as having the best customer service available. That cliché was true: every girl loved a bad guy. Many of the hosts tried to pull off that image, but a rich woman knows how to spot a fake.

He continued walking down Roppongi district, the only district that was alive in the night. He walked past strip clubs, women wearing the shortest tank tops and shorts that enticed drunken salary men into coming to their business and hosts who tried to solicit business by talking to women that were spotted with designer bags and outfits.

"Youichi!" One of the girls giggled and waved at him. He ignored their flirtatious ways and continued down the street until he came upon a host club with a red and black theme to it called the Deimon Host Club.

Many of the fellow hosts cowered in fear over him and the women looked at him lustfully, but he would never take them. They were cheap prostitutes that were worth nothing compared to the high class clientele he managed to rack up. He walked straight through without acknowledging anyone until he bumped into the boss.

"How did it go?" Musashi, who looked older despite being the same age as Hiruma, asked him.

"Same as usual, fucking old man. I'm going to go get something to fucking eat since I couldn't eat any of that shit in the hotel." He walked past him and into the kitchen.

The kitchen was quiet and rarely did any customer order food since it was an alcohol business, but Musashi left it there for hosts to eat and sometimes they needed to cut fruit up anyways.

"Oh, Hiruma-kun. How was today?" A girl with red hair smiled at the blond who barged into the kitchen without even saying hello.

"Fucking cook, I'm starving." He said, not bothering to answer her question, and that was all she needed to hear before she stopped cutting the fruit and took out a pan.

"You know, you could ask!" Mamori grumbled, but she did as she was told anyways. She didn't even need to ask what he wanted to eat; it was always omurice with a little small happy face on it drawn with a little ketchup. Normally he despised anything sweet, but this was the only exception. He sat on a stool, chin propped on his elbow, wordless as he watched her cook with concentration.

-o-

"Where's Youichi, he has a client?" One of the new hosts asked Musashi and he gestured to the kitchen. The new host was about to walk into there when Musashi stopped him.

"Here's a new rule, newbie: no one bothers him when he's in the kitchen and no one goes in either." Musashi informed the new host who decided it was better to tell the client to wait than face the wrath of the famous devil.

-o-

"Here you go." Mamori placed down a plate of steamy hot omurice on the counter along with a fork. Hiruma looked at it for a few seconds before taking a bite. It tasted just like his mother's cooking and for some reason it always reminded him of his mother that passed away.

"Not bad, fucking cook." He said gruffly and she smiled as she turned her back and resumed cutting the fruit.

"Are you saving it for a special someone?"

He stole a glance of her back and a small smile tugged at his lips as he continued eating.