Disclaimer: Me? Own PoT? I wish.

Warnings: Yaoi, prostitution.

Rating: PG-13… at the moment

Pairings: FujiRyo

Chapter One:

Fuji Syuusuke was sick. Sick of everything. Sick of his wife. His life. His boring routine; sick of the same old miserable existence that haunted him.

When Fuji had turned twenty his father had married him off to the most promising girl available. Being the man he was, Fuji loved to please his parents and didn't complain once about this arranged marriage.

No matter how horrible it was, he didn't complain. Although, after seven years of marriage the fathomless well of patience was running dry.

Fuji sat at his desk, bent over a pile of papers, shuffling through colored and black-and-white pictures trying to imagine his newest project in his mind. The quiet ticks of the clock lolled him into a dream-like state, his mind completely lost in his work. For hours he could stay bent over a pile of photos and papers alike, without eating or sleeping.

"Syuusuke, we've been invited to another party." Fuji's wife announced as she opened the door and let the harsh light of the hallway flood Fuji's comfortable office. An unwelcome intrusion.

"Wait one minute, Sachiko, please." Fuji shifted a photo of a sunset around so it melted into another picture of a pond, becoming one on-going picture. The latest challenge Fuji had been working on is colors, and matching completely different pictures by using the colors, or texture.

"No, get up. Now. This is an important party, and I'm not going to be late and lose my reputation because of you." Fuji sensed the rising of another storm and calmly gathered his work into two separate piles.

"Well, if it's that important now, why don't you go by yourself?" Fuji's smile was laced with poison, a cold; deadly venom.

"Don't give me that Goddamned smile! I've bragged to people about how handsome my useless husband is! You're coming with me, or they'll think I lied." Sachiko was a well-known fashion designer, and was frequently invited to 'important' parties. Normally Fuji would go without complaint, but he was in the middle of a masterpiece and didn't want to be interrupted.

"You'll have to forgive me, but today I am rather busy." Fuji folded a corner of a black and white picture, matching it to the dark side of the pond picture, creating a puddle of color on his desk. Yes, that worked perfectly.

Fuji reached to grab another dark photo, hoping it would meld with the other pictures. But, as his hand closed around his chosen photo a rough hand slashed across the desk, knocking every photo and paper to the floor in a rain of colors.

"You ungrateful bastard! I bought you a suit and everything! You're useless, except for your stupid pictures! There are scouts from America there! I can't go alone!" Shrieked the woman, the bun tightly coiled at the base of her neck sprung lose. "It's all your fault I'm stuck here in Japan!"

The slight itching prick of anger flared within Fuji as flashing sapphire eyes met enraged violet ones in a silent battle. For the first time since he'd entered this marriage, Fuji ignored his wife completely and lifted himself from the chair, snatching his coat from the back of it he walked coldly from the room, the door shutting behind him with a finalizing click.

"Oyaji?" Fuji's hand tightened around the handle of the front door, his back stiffening at the voice.

"Go back to sleep, Hana-chan." Said the man without turning to look at his six year old daughter.

"Where are you going, Papa?" This time, Fuji turned to kneel beside his little girl, smiling warmly up at her.

"I don't know yet, but, as soon as I get there, I'll come back and get you, okay?" Fuji held Hana's shoulders lightly, giving her a slight reassuring hug.

"You promise?" Hana had inherited Fuji's intense glare, her blue eyes flashing with suspicion.

"I promise." Fuji's smile never slipped as he lifted himself off the ground and walked out the door, just as Sachiko burst into the room. The woman pushed Hana out of the way and rushed out after Fuji. Just in time she spotted him and ran to push herself in front of him, blocking his path to the car.

"If you leave, it's over!" Sachiko huffed.

"Saa, it's for the best." Fuji said quietly, stepping around his shocked wife. The night air felt suddenly more pleasant as Fuji opened the car door and slid onto the seat.

Ah, a nice bar seemed to be the right idea for tonight. He was finally free of his routine, free of his nagging wife. Yes, tonight was a call for celebration.

- - -

After his seventh drink, the strongest the bartender had, Fuji finally felt good and drunk, head buzzing pleasantly.

"You seem to have had a rough night." The bartender growled in his deep gravelly voice, followed by a comfortingly cheery laugh.

"Ah, more like a rough seven years." Fuji said pleasantly, his smile tilting into an almost smirk. The girl on the stool next to him giggled invitingly, but Fuji had had enough of women for the time being.

"Fuji-senpai?" A slightly familiar voice asked in faint surprise.

Fuji turned, his sapphire eyes snapping open as he took in the sight before him. An extremely thin man stood before him, golden eyes betraying no surprise as a smirk curved the side of his lips.

Fuji was sure he knew this person, but… the clothes were what threw him off. The tops of large black boots poked out from underneath baggy pale green pants. An oversized white T-shirt hung off the slight shoulders. Looking a lot more alluring then it should have.

A white baseball cap was pulled low over those piercing eyes.

"You'll have to forgive me; I can't seem to remember who you are." Fuji explained; his soft smile in place as he bowed his head apologetically at the man.

"Ryoma-sama!" Squealed the girl who sat on the stool next to Fuji, she leaped to throw her arms around the new arrival's neck.

"Echizen-kun!?" Fuji finally matched a name with the face, and the results almost sent him into a cloud of disbelief. Wow, he grew up.

Fuji looked up to see Ryoma trying to dislodge himself from the woman's death grip.

"Ryoma-sama, introduce me to your friend!" The woman demanded.

"Don't wanna." Ryoma said, sitting down next to Fuji. Fuji chuckled softly to himself. Same old Echizen.

"Hmph!" The woman pouted, her arms crossing over her chest. "I'm Kazuki Hiromi, nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you, Kazuki-san, I'm Fuji Syuusuke." Fuji said, smiling sweetly up at her.

"Kyaa! Fuji-san is so cool!" Hiromi squealed, wriggling about. Ryoma tugged his cap over his eyes in irritation, taking a sip of his Ponta. 'Hmm, he still drinks Ponta.' Fuji thought to himself, smile widening in amusement.

"So, Echizen-kun, it's been a while." Fuji stated, lifting his beer to his lips.

"Yeah." Ryoma agreed, looking straight ahead of him, a bored expression settled on his beautiful face.

"Since senior high."

"Yep."

This conversation wasn't going anywhere.

"Last I heard about you was two years ago, you hurt your knee and shoulder in one game, and haven't been able to play tennis since." Fuji studied Ryoma's reaction, eyes open, challenging. Ryoma didn't flinch, just lifted the Ponta to his lips and gulped down the remainder.

"Ne, Fuji-san, you have a scary look on your face." Hiromi mumbled, Fuji turned to look at her in surprise, he hadn't seen her walk up behind him.

"So, Echizen, do you have a job now?" Fuji asked, not one to give up. This sentence seemed to amuse Hiromi for the blonde snorted into her hand, trying to hide her laughter.

"Yeah, I have a job." Ryoma said as the bartender handed him another Ponta.

"Hmm, what is it?" Fuji asked, smiling dangerously. For a second he wasn't sure Ryoma had heard him, for he didn't reply, instead just took a long sip of his Ponta. "Echizen-kun?"

"Prostitution."

"What?"

"I'm a prostitute."

TBC….

A/N: Yeah, it is supposed to have a tiny bit of humor in it xD

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