[multi-chapter] Remarkable [Ohmiya / Sakuraiba]
Title: Remarkable - The Same Difference
Pairing: Ohmiya (Sakuraiba in later chapters)
Rating: PG-13 for now
Genre: alternative, angst, mystery
Summary: Ohno Satoshi - newly hired host in a men's club - was slowly losing his hopes for a better life. Then one day he met a mysterious customer and his whole being suddenly hoped that his life would take a turn for the better. But Ohno couldn't even imagine the consequences this no doubt important meeting would have.
Warning: AU (Alternative Universe), RPS (Real Person Slash)
A/N: So this is my first Arashi series. I hope you will like the story, because I really really like it ^____^
Many thanks to
lady_alesha for translating it, to nanao253 for betareading it and making such a nice banner and to
cha_han for creating the storyline with me... I really loved our RPG.
Prologue
Usually he liked the twilight hours. When the glaring light of day slowly changed into the comforting darkness of night, a gentle transition. At one time, the night had been his friend - the few hours in which he could relax and actually rest. But a few weeks ago this had changed; the night’s comfort was completely gone now.
Ohno Satoshi sighed quietly and pulled his knees closer to his body.
“I don’t want to…,” he murmured against his legs in a hardly audible voice, but he knew quite well that he didn’t have a choice. His job wouldn’t wait for him, it would be too easy for someone else to replace him. And that … that would be the end for him and his family.
He didn’t understand any of it, didn’t understand how his life had changed so fast. And only because his former boss had apparently lost interest in him. He couldn’t think of another reason for suddenly being fired at the fast food restaurant. And he had needed the money so much, having to feed not only himself but also his family!
A familiar feeling of dread spread through him; he knew that he had to really hurry now. His new boss surely wouldn’t like it if he was late. And he really didn’t want to try him.
But doing this job was pure torture - every time again. It just wasn’t his thing. He hated how all these strange men drew close to him, touched him, even though he had never seen them before. Just thinking about the old sods made him shiver in disgust.
But there was no helping it. Night after night he told himself that he needed the money, that his family needed the money, and that he should be grateful to have gotten this job as host in a men’s club.
Fortunately his parents didn’t know what kind of club it was.
The suit he wore to work was the only decent suit he owned; and he only owned it thanks to his good friend Sho. He also had to thank Sho for his job; his friend had convinced his new boss to give him a chance to flourish in the new scene.
But Ohno had the feeling he was loosing his chance.
He just couldn’t do it, he couldn’t let random old men touch him, couldn’t stand the looks they gave him; looks that clearly showed they only wanted one thing from him.
His eyes on his hands he sat at the bar, alone. Many of his colleagues had clients already, Sho, too, was already working.
He himself always had to wait a long, a very long time until someone addressed him. He didn’t have the courage to go up to one of the club’s patrons on his own yet, not by a long shot. He was too insecure for that, too overwhelmed with his new job. Even if he had worked there for two weeks already. But he hadn’t gotten used to it at all yet, even if Sho tried to encourage him every day by saying: “Give yourself a few weeks, after that it will be easy for you.”
In a way there were also advantages in not being one of the top hosts in the club, he always told himself. He had a job, he got his wages at the end of the evening without having to do much. But Ohno knew that the pathetic hourly wage wasn’t enough, he knew that you earned more money through tips in this line of work.
And the customers were ready to pay, and pay a lot, if you had something to offer them.
“Satoshi-chan, take those drinks and off you go to table 14! There’s a customer waiting for you!” an unkind voice sounded right next to him and tore him from his unpleasant thoughts. Two glasses of tequila were held out for him to take and run off to his client with.
“Hai!” Ohno stood up from his seat at the bar, bowed swiftly and finally reached for the drinks, the feeling of dread was getting stronger and stronger. The table was situated in the furthest corner of the club, darkened and usually for those customers who after some time only wanted one thing. And they didn’t want it in the privacy of one of the bedrooms, set up precisely for these cases. Ohno had quickly realised what happened in this club, you couldn’t quite compare it to other, similar clubs. Even though the hosts were said to be only companions, he had seen some of his colleagues disappear into one of the backrooms with their clients too many times. The look, the touch, all of it was crystal clear. Even if Sho didn’t want to tell him, he knew that most of the customers were there for sex. And the hosts were all too willing to satisfy their needs - because they paid good money.
Nervously, he set one foot in front of the other, tried to calm himself so that his hands didn’t start shaking. Last time, the drinks had slipped from his fingers and shattered on the ground. And his wages had never made their way into his pockets.
Table fourteen. Table fourteen. The closer to the table he got, the bigger the lump in his throat became, the more he dreaded what he would find there. But he knew that he couldn’t let it show. The customers didn’t like seeing their companions show fear or dislike. Worst of all was disgust, though. If a customer realized how disgusted he was with his job, Ohno would have to leave at once. And he wouldn’t have to come back ever again.
But that couldn’t happen! He needed the money! He needed it so much!
Ohno Satoshi was astonished when he saw the young man sitting at the table. He didn’t fit into an establishment like this.
„G-good evening. My name is Satoshi and I’m glad to be allowed to keep you company tonight,” he recited the sentence he had learned by heart, bowed his head a little, before eyeing his new customer curiously.
He was good-looking. That’s why he didn’t fit in here, in this club, that was mostly visited by horny old men.
Black hair fell elegantly into his dark eyes, eyes that stared at him with a piercing look.
Ohno had to swallow hard under his gaze, took a deep breath and moved closer to the young man. His customer could only be a few years older than him, if he was older at all.
“Good evening, Satoshi-kun” the young man spoke in a relaxed, almost gentle tone of voice.
But since when where the hosts addressed as ‘kun’? Ohno looked at his customer for a moment, totally perplex. Since he had started working here, he had only ever been addressed as ‘Satoshi-chan’. Everyone had used that suffix, even his colleagues. And he hadn’t liked it.
“I am Ninomiya.”
That voice. It was different, so young and fresh, not like the smokey, deep voices of the other customers. It lacked the suggestive undertones.
“N-ninomiya-san, good evening,” he repeated quickly, stuttering in surprise. Even if he had only worked here a couple of weeks, he knew immediately that this client was different.
Not like all the others.
to be continued...
next chapter
So this was a little introduction of my new story ^__^ Are you interested? First chapter will be out in one week!