I. Unusual

Incompatible. That was the word that people use when they compare this job with my personality. I am vividly aware at how people see me; how they think my personality works. It's not that hard to know and to understand anyway, especially with my consistent stuttering when embarrassed. I've been coined as shy, sensitive, reserved, meek or anything along the lines of the like. My job in the other hand was bold, explicit and graphic. It was the total opposite to my persona.

I've been thinking how my job has given me quite a reputation. I have been offered bigger jobs than this, large amounts of payments from rich businessmen and politicians, but all of them were denied by my Chinese manager and said that I was a very valuable worker that he couldn't let go.

Yet to say that this job was a predicament that I had to experience each night of my life in this place was a lie. I honestly say that it is quite enjoyable; seeing other men look at me as I present myself on stage, given money to do it more and all the cheers they give to me surprisingly served as little stepping stones of confidence that was reflected on how I do this job well when I'm up on stage. I can openly admit as well that I myself find my job guiltily arousing. I was weary of it at first, but as time flew by I came to appreciate it and I usually found myself lively down below whenever I performed. I am presenting myself in a rather exotic way, and somehow the lust I feel each time seems to give a vibrant vibe to the audience every time I perform.

Then again, to contradict that, I have slept with only a few men in my current carrier. You could count them with one hand. I managed to convince my manager that there would be a limit to my job and he was very considerate and kind to approve of my request. Even though my virginity was taken way before I had started this job, I am still weary whenever I think about somebody else doing my body in an intimate way. The first man I have slept with ever since I entered was a Greek. I haven't really understood myself back then as to why I agreed to sleep with him, but later on I've realized because he wasn't the average customer you see in the club. He had long wavy brown hair and soft lazy green eyes; in short, he looked too innocent to be in a strip club. But I found myself being in a docile position under him when he magically convinced me to bed after talking about cats. I found myself a bit confused on that how the situation had turned out but in the end, I accepted it. He was one of the few men I allowed my body to be used for pleasure with; he became a close friend of mine as well. But our relationship and communication ended formally when he told me he was moving out of the country for important reasons.

After that, I have never found anyone convincing to sleep with among my audiences and the people I met. Yao, my manager, respected that and even defended me whenever someone used force upon me. He would explain to the customers that I was a "reserved" performer, and only selected clients are allowed to sleep with me. So in total of only one man was allowed to sleep with me and that was Heracles, well at least when he was still in the country; so that means no one was convincing enough for me to sleep with them. And everyone in the business respected that; my co-performers, the employees and my manager respected that.

So when Yao-san had called me into his office for some reason, I had no idea what he was going to say.

I knocked on the clean white door and opened it. My first reaction was to blink in confusion at the people inside; Yao was in his desk with three other men. I knew the other two; Francis, a regular French customer that comes here every Friday, was sitting comfortably on one of the room's black couches while the other one was Wong, Yao-san's nephew and a waiter in the club, and he was sitting on the edge of Yao-san's desk. Yet the other one was someone I couldn't stick my finger into. He was tall and blonde, his blue eyes were framed with glasses and he was sitting on the other couch, drinking a can of soda.

I could feel my face flush in light embarrassment when I realized I was a bit rude into entering the room without saying anything and merited all of their attention to me. They seemed to be busy talking before I have entered, "A-ah, I am very sorry for rudely intruding." I bowed in instinct as I apologized then moved a fraction of my arm to grasp the door handle so I can leave and come back when they were done.

"Where are you going, mon cher?" Francis called out chuckling and making me stop in my tracks, "we've been waiting for you."

Turning to look at him then to Yao, who looked uncomfortable while looking back at me, I cleared my throat and bowed again, "A-I'm very sorry."

"So this is the guy?" the other man asked before I could ask anything, "Wow." Based from his accent, he must be American. I turned to look at him without a word, my eyes blinking and wider in question. He noticed it and scratched his head while smiling sheepishly, "Oh, sorry there bro," he laughed, "the name's Alfred, Alfred F. Jones."

"Honda Kiku." I bowed down to him with a small smile, "it is nice to meet you, Alfred-san."

"So, Kiku, dear, are you free this weekend?" Francis asked in an amused tone.

I looked at him suspiciously, then turned to Yao who was still uneasy, "Why?"

Wong was the one who spoke up this time, "Uncle Yao lost a bet." And with that, I heard the two blondes snicker and chuckle as I looked at Yao confused.

"A bet?"

"Sorry, Kiku, aru." Yao-san covered his face with his hands, "I swear I didn't do that on purpose, aru!"

"What?" I inquired more. A bet? Why did it have to concern me?

Francis chuckled again, "Since he lost the bet, he had to make his 'reserved' performer a reservation with someone."

My eyes widened a fraction and I could feel the flush on my face again, "W-what do you mean?" What was their bet about? I could feel where this was going, and I don't think I was going to be comfortable with it.

"I swear, aru! I was drunk, aru!" Yao had flailed his hands in a rather comical way as he explained, "I didn't mean to include you in the bet! Francis was the one who suggested it, aru!"

"And you agreed to do it." Wong continued bluntly.

"I was drunk back then, aru." The braided man insisted.

Wong turned his attention to me again and shrugged, "You just have to give him a lap dance."

"Whoa, so like, he's seriously the one who's going to do that?" Alfred drank from his can again, "Is he going to like it?"

I blinked for a moment, trying to keep my mind with the conversation when Francis rhythmic laughter filled the room again, "Kiku here is one of the very best dancers in the club, Alfred. I've seen him, and he's talented enough to charm everyone in the room." He ran a hand through his hair. The strands flowed softly off his palms as he chuckled again, "After all, I don't think he'll be denying the fun. He's too much of a pervert."

"A lap dance?" I found my moment to speak up again, "To whom?" if it was just a lap dance, I could manage. I have done it a number of times already to men, where I was rewarded a couple more money. I internally shook my head; I sounded so much of a concubine doing all this for money. Well half of it was money, half of which was just the moment.

"To my cousin." Alfred answered.

Yao was slumped back to his chair now, "He's one of my close acquaintances. He also lost the bet so he would have to skip his work to watch you dance, aru."

I focused on Alfred's answer, "Your... cousin?"

"You will meet him tomorrow, mon cher. That's all you need to know." Francis stood up and looked at his watch, "My shift at the restaurant will be starting soon, I have to go now." He waltz to the door and swung it open after I side-stepped, "He'll be in one of the private rooms tomorrow night, wear your best outfit, Kiku." He cooed then walked out before anyone else could say anything.

"Where did Frenchie say he cooks in?" Alfred lifted his hands to shoot the can into the trash bin, then pumped his fist while proclaiming he did a three-point shot.

"At that fancy restaurant whose name I can't read properly." Wong walked over and dropped on the couch that was occupied by Francis before.

Yao cleared his throat and got my attention again, "Ah, I'm sorry about this Kiku, aru. But you really have to do this or they won't stop bothering me, aru." He scratched his head and shrugged.

I heard Alfred laugh; it was high-pitched, like the ones you hear from men who are very happy in their life, "Don't worry, Iggy's not that bad at all," he stood up and took the black backpack that was sitting on the ground, "he's really uptight lately so we had him do this."

I was still unsure though. What if something else happens? Even if my job does contradict my values, I was alright with it but I was still cautious enough to only reach the limit of dancing for the pleasure of other men, and keeping my clothes on every time I do.

Yao seemed to have read my expression and so did Alfred and Wong, when their attention was all on me, "Don't be worried, aru."

"It's just a lap dance." Wong added.

The American blonde opened the door, since I was now in the middle of the room, "He's a really nice guy, once you get to know him." He waved at Yao and Wong then at me, "Kiku, right? Well see ya later. I gotta go now." The door was slammed and the sound echoed through the room until Yao spoke again.

"Kiku, aru." He called out again, his face was still uneasy as he spoke to me, "I know you're not comfortable with this at all, aru. I mean, we all know something's goi-,"

I interrupted when I realized where the conversation was heading. Even if I didn't do it, Yao would still be pressed on by Francis. "I'll do it."

His reaction was to be dumbfounded at first then sighed, "Thank goodness, aru. I thought I'd lose my best performer because of this, aru."

"It's just a simple lap dance, is it? I can do it. If something else happens I would not permit it."

"I know how you're, well, careful about these types of things, aru." His hand waved in the air as he spoke, "But I'm also not sure whether to give you a raise, aru..."

Thrifty as always. I shook my head with a small smile, "It is okay. I will be able to defend myself if anything happens." After all, I have not grown flexible with my body without thanks to my practice and experience with some combat arts. I doubt the man I would entertain was a fellow practitioner in kendo or jujutsu; if they were, then I will probably enjoy a little sparring with him.

"You should like, Kung-Fu him, like in the ass or something." Wong changed his position on the couch so that his feet were hanging on the edge of it.

I chuckled a little bit in reply then bowed in Yao's direction, "I shall take my leave then. I had promised Elizabeta-san that I would accompany her." They said their farewells and I exited the room. Looking at my watch, I walked through the hallway until I reached the staircase. It was already half past three. I needed to meet up with my Hungarian friend, who worked as a waitress with Wong, at the mall thirty minutes from now. The mall was roughly twenty minutes away from here, so I still have time.

My footsteps echoed as I walked down the stairs and into the showroom. It was perfectly quiet and empty. The chairs were leaning over the tables in circles and the stage was closed with red curtains. The bar in the west wall still had glasses on it, but they were clean as usual and ready to use when the club opens.

It was Thursday; that means I had no shows for today. I only performed during the weekends and Fridays, and sometimes during special occasions. So I had lots of free time in the weekdays; I had recently thought of getting another job in my spare time, but I think it would be tedious, especially if the workers would put my current job as a big deal in my background.

I swung the door open and walked out into the street. It was thankfully a cloudy day; for the past few days it was unbearably hot and no clouds were fluttering in the sky at all. It might rain today, I mused. That would be a pleasant change of the weather.

My walk was uneventful, except I have found out that the bookshop on the corner of a street that had temporarily closed due to renovations opened again. The new interior and exterior designs were better than before. They were now in abstract but beautiful combinations of warm colours. The shelves were replaced with smooth wood that was carved at their feet to give a more stylish look. I've decided to pass by it sometime later or tomorrow. They might have new books as well.

The mall was now in sight and I could see Elizabeta's figure in the distance. She was wearing a black dress; and as usual, her brown hair was down. I walked towards her, not saying anything since she hasn't really noticed me yet. Both of her hands were holding her long purse as she stood at the entrance of the mall, her head looking in the other direction. When I was close enough, I cleared my throat.

"Elizabeta-san."

She whipped her head in my direction and a large grin appeared on her face, "Kiku! You're on time!" she chuckled, the pink flower accessory in her hair now visible to my eyes. She then looked at me with a certain stare, "You're not usually on time."

I blinked, my head automatically tilting to the side a bit in question, "Huh?"

Another giggle escaped her lips again as she shrugged and turned around, "You're usually the earlier bird. I was quite worried earlier when I realized I arrived earlier than you did." She started walking, taking large strides while her brown heels clicked on the floor.

"Ah, my apologies. I was asked by Yao-san to come to his office." I followed her, catching up to her pace.

The look she gave me when we were finally inside the mall was even more suspicious than earlier, "May I know what it was?"

I could feel a lump in my throat and a light flush on my cheeks when she said that. It was more likely personal; but then if it came to my job of seducing men, she was bound to insist on the details concerning it. Both of us became good friends when I found out that she was a very big fan of gay love, or anything near it. So that will explain mostly why she picked to be a waitress in a homosexual strip club; the day after the large events she would be updated as to who did it with who along with some giggles and squeals.

"I-it was nothing, really." The lump of my throat was the initial cause to my stuttered answer. But it grew even more when she shot me down a sadistic look.

"How are you sure it is nothing?" her eyes were narrowed with a dangerous glint in them.

I looked away, taking a deep breath and closing my eyes as we continued walking, "I was asked to... perform privately to-,"

"Oh my gosh, to whom?" Elizabeta's expression changed from investigating to one that looked like she had heard something that would have given her everything she loved.

Another intake of breath, "T-to one of F-Francis-san's drinking friends."

"That pervert's drinking buddies? You mean Gilbert and Antonio?"

"I-I am not sure. If it was, they would have mentioned them..."

She placed her finger on her chin as she looked up, "Hm, then who is it then? I've seen the other guys that pervert hangs out with at that pub..."

I stayed quiet, half waiting for her to figure out who it was.

"I actually don't know everyone there..." I almost bumped into her when she moved in front of me, "But we should be shopping for you as well today."

I opened my mouth to give out another "huh?" at her when she grabbed my arm. My eyes were wide in question at her statement and actions, silently asking her to explain as she dragged me through the crowd.

She giggled again as we stopped in front of a certain shop, and to my horror, it was a lingerie shop. I knew I shouldn't be surprised, my outfit during my performances were feminine after all, but I was still discreet enough that I wouldn't be seen buying these kinds of clothing in public.

"I don't know all of Francis' friends but I know most of them are good looking." She shot me a devious look again, "Don't worry, I happen to know the owner of this place, I bet he'll be nice enough to hide you as you try them on."

My blush on my cheeks was darker; I could feel it. I may be a performer but I was still a man. To be seen by other people shopping for these types of... undergarments was honestly embarrassing. I would rather to have the performer side of me be kept only in the stage of the club; in other places, I would be the ones that many people see: the meek and quiet type of person.

I was pulled into the black and dark pink coloured shop with different types of detailed underwear and accessories were displayed in racks and hangers on the wall. We stopped at the counter, where a blonde with slashed-styled haircut and green eyes was slumped in a chair, legs up on the table and was busy filing their fingernails.

"Oh Feliks," Elizabeta cooed, and the other man's attention was immediately on her.

"Oh my gosh, like, what are you doing here Elizabeta?" Feliks, as what she called him, stood up in a jolt with his arms stretched out for a hug with her with a large smile, "It's been like, weeks already?"

Elizabeta leaned on the counter as he walked around and posed in front of us with his hand on his hip, "I'm shopping right now."

He raised an eyebrow, "New underwear for your sexy time with Roderich?"

As far as I can tell, Elizabeta might have been a regular customer here. Roderich was an Austrian pianist, from what she had told me, and he had courted her a month after he moved here as a music teacher at a school. And from what the man, Feliks, had said, they had probably done it a couple of times.

And to my dismay, Elizabeta pulled me closer to her by my arm (she is stronger than she looks, honestly) while giggling again, "Not for me, actually."

Feliks looked at me for a moment with a blank expression, then smirked, "Like, what kind of kinky little thing do you need?"

"He's one of the performers in the club I work in." Elizabeta explained, "And he's got a very big private performance to one of Francis' friends."

My blush came back full force as my eyes widened at her, "E-Elizabeta-san! Y-you sh-shouldn't- I mean, people should-," I stuttered grandly as she just looked at me happily.

"Like, no worries, man. I got like, tons of secrets I haven't shared to people about. I won't tell." Feliks waved his hand nonchalantly as Elizabeta laughed with him.

"He's one of my trusted gossip partners, so don't worry about it Kiks."

I pushed my mouth in a straight line to keep my blush under control, half swallowing the get the lump off my throat.

"So, like, what kind of performance are you doing?" Feliks had moved one step closer towards me, "I think I have the perfect thing for you."

"A-ah, w-well..." I contemplated on whether or not I should tell them more of the details, but I knew it was inevitable, "I w-will be giving a lap dance."

"Strip lap dance then!" Feliks clasped his hands together and started walking around shop before I could react properly, "Like, what are you going to wear, like, the outside clothing?" he called out on the other end of the shop.

Giving up on giving hints that I was quite uncomfortable with the topic being said in a loud manner, I sighed, "I-I suppose i-it would be a kimono."

He gave me another look then nodded his head, "Oh, like, I haven't realized you're like, Japanese." He waved his hand again and Elizabeta joined him in searching. After some seconds of fiddling with my fingers, Feliks spoke up again, "I just found the most rad underwear. I bet that guy would love it when he strips you off."

And that was enough to get my cheeks in full red in seconds, "No, no! I-I'm just g-giving him a dance, t-that is all." I immediately corrected before any unnecessary thoughts came into their minds. No matter how it seems to sound like, it was only a dance that I was performing because of my boss' debt.

Feliks raised his eyebrow and looked at Elizabeta, "He's kidding, right?"

"Just don't mind him, Feliks. It's his decision anyway." I had no clue what the wink that Elizabeta gave me meant at all.

Soon enough, the two walked towards me, holding different types of clothing that had me flushed for a moment. I've worn the same ones when performing on stage, but getting it in front of my face in a public location where anyone could see me and conclude what is rather true is somehow embarrassing.

"Corsets are a go-go for you sexy thang." The slang-word had me cringing inwardly as I fought to not stammer in response and just nodded lightly at the blonde.

While I was thankful that Feliks just held the black corset top in front of me, Elizabeta shoved the lower body outfit into my hands, "Try this, Kiku! Fishnets are very good with corsets." Her tone was too happy for the situation (but then again, I couldn't blame her), and then she tapped her chin and looked at me, "Try the corset and the stockings, just tell us if it fits."

"The dressing room's over there." Feliks handed over to me the stockings and I walked discretely to the thankfully unnoticeable dressing room at the back of the counter while looking down on the floor.

Changing carefully and breathing deeply, I managed to fit in the clothes perfectly. I looked at the mirror and scanned myself, turning around and absently running my hands over my body that was significantly formed by the corset (that was rather comfortable) and the stockings. All I needed was black underwear to match this outfit. A small blush came to my face and I tried to shake it away; I should be used to it already. I changed back into my normal clothes: black slacks and a white polo shirt, and stepped out of the small room.

"It's good." I was so glad I didn't stutter anymore, and I bowed down slowly after that, "Domo arigatou."

"Good then!" Elizabeta chuckled and took the clothes out of my hold, "I'll pay for this Kiku, okay?"

I shook my head and opened my mouth to disagree with her; I have enough money to pay for it. But she looked at me in finality and beat me into speaking.

"I'll pay for this. No objections allowed." She turned to Feliks who was back behind the counter and handed him the clothes. Then she took out her wallet and turned over to me, "I have black heels to match this. They'll probably fit you so you can borrow them, Kiks!" I was not able to reply to that since she had paid Feliks and handed over to me the paper bag containing the dark exposing outfit. She then crossed arms with me and turned to the green-eyed flamboyant man, "Like, later darling! Send my regards to Toris."

We walked out briskly and I was thankful that we were out of the lingerie shop. Absently breaking my hold with her, I let out a deep breath, " Th-thank you again, Elizabeta-san."

She whistled and grinned at me, "No problem at all, Kiks! I'll do anything for you and for your 'missions'." A perverted giggle escaped from her as I blushed for a moment and looked away. Elizabeta was never a discrete one when talking about things like that. Even if she was one of my closest friends, I still found it very awkward talking to her about those certain types of things.

And as promised, I accompanied her in shopping in different boutiques and shops, giving her comments and suggestions when she tried out particular outfits. For a normal male, these types of things were considered as a bore and ridiculous. I was aware of that. But then again I was never the conventional male; it was obvious from my job alone itself.

In the end, I ended up holding some of the bags with clothes inside, while she held on to the rest as we walked and settled down in a small round table of a dessert shop. We had ordered some sundaes to cool ourselves from walking. It was tiring, honestly, but it was fun. I was already through with my glass of confections when a man walked up to us.

"Elizabeta." Roderich stood by the table with a smile, "I see you've bought some new things."

Giggling and standing up to embrace the other man, Elizabeta greeted him, "I really had fun shopping with Kiku!" she gave him a small peck on the lips and turned to me, "He's one of the performers in the club."

I stood up slowly and bowed, "Konnichiwa." I greeted.

"Ah, nice to meet you, Kiku right?" he smiled, his brown orbs closed as he nodded at me in acknowledgement, "Elizabeta had told me about you a few times before." Adjusting his glasses he turned to her, "Ah, you're still shopping?"

"Nope, we're done." She turned her head at me and winked then turned to look at him again. I could feel a small flush on my cheeks, but it went away when I willed it to, thankfully. She walked over and got the bags by my feet as I sat back down then held it out to Roderich, "Your turn to carry them." She proclaimed playfully.

Roderich sighed and took the bags while looking at her. It was one of the looks that were so warm to look at, when a person looks at his dearest love in the eyes. Roderich seems to love her completely, and Elizabeta shares the same feelings as well. It was visible in their eyes when they look at each other. I silently wondered how it felt having someone to look at me like that one day.

I shook my head to get rid of those thoughts. Foolishness. That shall never happen to me.

"Is it okay if we leave you, Kiks?" Elizabeta looked at me, standing beside Roderich.

I shook my head with a smile, "It's okay. Good luck and see you tomorrow Elizabeta-san, Roderich-san." I watched them wave and walked away from me, and I finished a glass of water to get rid of the dry cold feeling in my throat I got from eating too much sweet and cold desserts.

It was already sundown when I got out of the mall. The breeze was blowing rather briskly today than it was yesterday. It gave me a nice cool feeling as I walked down the stairs and turned to walk on the sidewalk. I passed through the same streets I did earlier, and memorized each of the buildings.

I passed down the business building attached to a French restaurant, in which Francis-san is most probable to be working in. Then turned to a corner and stopped.

The newly renovated bookstore was there with a few people inside, and a smile came to my face as I decided to go inside and check it out. It had a more antique atmosphere than it had before. The dark red carpet was fuzzy and soft as I stepped on it, and it covered the floor entirely. It definitely was better than the old version of the store. The books were organized in the shelves; all were grouped by their genre. The newly released ones were on a large brown long table with the same feet as the shelves. The best sellers were in a circular table of the same style. The walls were painted with warm shades of brown and the yellow tinted lamps were hung by the sides making me feel like I was in a cavern, if it weren't for the three semi-flush mounts that gave more white light to the dark cave.

I strode around the place, scanning the book titles and got amused by some of them. I picked up a few and read their summaries the placed them back. I was simply window shopping for books, so no need into getting really into them for now. After walking past shelves, a sign caught my eye. A shelf standing by the wall was extensive, like a few ones I saw. The medium sized books were becoming compelling to me. The bookstore has improved very well. It was rather rare for one to have a large collection of mangas, especially in a Western country. A large grin was unintentionally etched on my face as I looked at the titles translated into English.

Taking one that I had heard before and scanning the art and characters, I shifted most of my weight on one leg. I started from the front page and began reading it, skipping some pages to see if there were any interesting scenes. I bit down my lip to cover up a laugh that was caused by a particular line in the book then shook my head. I will definitely buy this one.

Putting it back, I haven't noticed that I was now accompanied by another person in looking at the mangas. I turned my head slightly to see who it was; if someone is by this section, I inwardly prayed it wasn't some young female teen that had immature and loud likings to these types of comics. And as if my prayer was answered almost immediately, I saw a grown man, most probably in my age, looking up and reading the titles.

I was most shocked by his look for a moment. He had messy blonde hair and evidently thick eyebrows. He was obviously taller than me, and his hands were in his pockets as he stood up straight beside me. His outfit consisted of a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt with a golden crown on it while a guitar case was slung by his shoulder and rested on his back. But what had me immobile for a second or two was his eyes. They were green but in a different shade and glow that I couldn't place my finger to. He was honestly attractive, but I wasn't going to say I was attractive to him. I was just simply admiring him.

Yet I couldn't stop the slight flush on my face (I swear that there must be something wrong with my blood circulation; it happened so many times already in just one day), when his irises moved slowly and looked at me, his right eyebrow lifting up in question.

Turning away, embarrassed, I cleared my throat and hoped he had looked away. I hope he had. I side stepped and picked up a different volume of the previous manga I had scanned earlier, trying to ignore my body that was tensed by fear of someone secretly judging me. It was a minute or so when I finally relaxed since the man had made no move or sound. I breathe in deeply, feeling my cheeks fading into their original pale colour. My attention steadily was now focused on the book and I couldn't be any more thankful for it.

But as much as I wished luck was in my side, it was just stepping on the line. I could feel the blonde step nearer to me, our bodies almost brushing against each other when a hand reached out to take a book from a higher row of the shelf. I automatically stepped back and unluckily (so it seems my day has been filled with it), almost got hit by his instrument case if I haven't moved away immediately.

He turned to me with a questioning look on his eyes with the book in his hand and I inwardly swore in my mind that my face would permanently be red from all the blushes I just showed today. Immediately bowing down my head as if to read the manga stiffly, hoping he doesn't notice. I could still feel his gaze for a moment, and I kept my head down along with my eyes for a sure minute before looking up and finding him scanning the book he was holding.

I should probably leave. It would be best to not go anywhere where my cheeks could be publicly seen flushing. I felt like a little girl seeing her crush for a nanosecond, it was literally embarrassing for a grown man like me.

Taking a few breaths, I closed my eyes and opened them slowly. My heart was calming down, finally. I placed the book back, staying a few steps away when the hairs at the back of my neck suddenly stood up from the feeling of being watched. I tried to fight away the thought it was not the blonde man, but the tensing of my muscles seem to contradict my decisions again. I was very bad in luck today.

It was until I heard muffled ringing in the place then I was distracted. I heard footsteps walking away from me and I was thankful that the man was nowhere near my personal bubble. I still went on with my decision to leave; I could not risk it at all.

Even if he was far, I could still hear his voice as I walked away. I could properly guess he was rather irritated, or angry even, to the person he was speaking to. Trying to get my thoughts straight and not focused on the man that I happened to almost embarrassed myself just moments ago, I finally reached the door and opened it to walk out.

I hope tomorrow won't be as unusually unlucky as today.

"Bloody hell Alfred, I told you I won't do your damn bet!"

BK123: Edited because of bad grammar and that I'm a horrible writer. And to anyone who's reading this and reading my other Asakiku story: just wait. Because I'm busy and lazy :3

Rated M because you know what happens next.