Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ House of the Rising Sun ❯ The House ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Aubreys_master 
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 04.10.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 562 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 04.10.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 562 | Status: Completed
House of the Rising Sun
Cowrite/Songfic/Fruits Basket Fan-fiction: Aubreys_Master and BizarreLoveTriangle
Cowrite/Songfic/Fruits Basket Fan-fiction: Aubreys_Master and BizarreLoveTriangle
Disclaimer; We don’t own Fruits Basket. Imagine that.
ACAN: Rah. Whores.
Chapter 1: The House
It was Smokey. Smokey and the lights weren't very bright. Those stupid sequins that all the woman in the place seemed to be wearing would occasionally get struck by a beam of light and flash helplessly through the cigarette smoke. There were some various clinks of glasses, voices and laughter of various men, the soft click of beads and high heels on the wooden floor. Then of course, there was the soft bargaining of prices. Sounds like a nice place, huh? Can you guess where you are?
“Why on earth would we accept another bet from you?” A man with brown hair and a cigarette dangling from his mouth asked the other man across the table from him. “You're already in more debt than we have dishes for you to wash.” It was hard to hear his soft tone over the bustle and music in the place, but he was confidant that the other man could hear him.
His companion had to pause and think about that. “My luck is turning around?” He offered with a self-assured grin. “I'm sure to win it all back this time?” That was probably a lie. But if all else failed he really could try to cheat. “Or I could ante up something that'll pay off all my debts, plus whatever I lose if I don't win now?” Sons sell for what, a good 6,000 dollars on the black market?
“What's this amazing collateral of yours?” The first wanted to know. He supposed he could just give the guy a job, until he worked it off. That would take a while, though. And, really, he preferred to get his earnings upfront. His business made great money, but it wouldn't if people refused to pay their debts.
“Ah, you can have my son?” Mr. Debt’s sweat dropped. “Or my wife or both, whichever you prefer.” What a loving father and husband, huh?
The man paused to think about that, and took a drag from his cigarette. “How old's the kid?” He wanted to know then. He had no use for children. A healthy teenager, though, he could put to work. “And his medical history. Is he sick?”
“He's about nineteen.” The father shrugged. He was fairly certain about that at least.
The man opened his mouth to reply, but before he could get anything out, a sharp call from the doorway interrupted them. “Dad!” A boy with black and white hair addressed the second man in an annoyed tone. “Mom says you need to come home before you loose the house.” He sighed, and added under his breath, “Again.”
“Oh hey. Good you're here. Actually, it wasn't the house this time.” His father assured him.
“Dad,” The boy half groaned, leaning against the table, and trying to ignore the appraising look that the man across from his father was giving him. “C'mon, just come home?”
“But, I was just betting you! If I win I clean out my debt.” He grinned.
“Oh, was that all?” The boy rolled his eyes sarcastically. “Pardon me, I thought it was something important.” He added, before pulling his father to his feet. “Sorry about him.” He added to the man across the table, which was still watching them, obviously just as annoyed as Haru was.
“Your father owes me a great deal of money.” He informed the boy simply.
“We'll work it out.” The boy replied, ushering his father toward the door. The guy finally went ahead and left. Though he was already pretty sure he'd be back. He still had to win off that debt after all.
“Why were you back there,” The boy asked him, once they were out. “Betting your offspring?”
“I was out of money?” His father suggested, feeling in his pockets for a cigarette.
“That doesn't explain why you were there gambling, to begin with.”
“Gamble to win?” He mumbled around the stick once he had it.
“But, you ALWAYS loose!” The boy pointed out, looking at his father like he'd just sprouted wings and started to fly around.
“Well I can't very well win if I don't ever even try.” The man retorted.
“But, that doesn't mean you go anteing up family members!”
“You're right, I probably could have just gone with the house again.” He nodded. “Really, you and your mother worry about money and such far too much.” He finally added with a wry grin.
“We live in New Orleans! We can't survive here, without money.” He pointed out. “Our house is STILL on a mortgage after you bet it the last time.”
His father coughed discretely. “And that's why your mother keeps her money separate from mine. It's not my fault the house is still technically mine to bet.”
“You should be locked up.” His son decided. “In a nut house, not in jail.”
“Aww, Haru. Thank you for being so concerned about my mental health.” The man snorted. “I appreciate it, and I love you too. But I don't think that's necessary.”
“Who said anything about your mental health being what I'm concerned about?” The boy, Haru, asked dryly. “It's my physical health I'm worried about.”
“You're not starving yet are you?”
“You were going to sell me to a whorehouse!” Haru felt the distinct urge to smack his father, but he didn't push it. “I don't think starvation would be the highest threat to my health, thanks.”
“I was pretty sure I was going to win that time.” His father shrugged, taking a long drag on his cigarette.
“Just like you were pretty sure with all the other games you've played?”
“Nnn, exactly.” He agreed.
“Mom's going to hit you.” He stated. “A lot.”
“She will not.” He looked at his son dryly. “I'm going to hug her as soon as I get home and butter her up. She'll only make me sleep on the couch for a week.”
“She should hit you,” He pouted a little. “I might hit you.”
“Don't hit your father, Haru.” The man snorted. “Come on, let’s just go home since you already ruined my fun.”
“Yeah.” He agreed. They'd need to find a way to pay the whorehouse off, again.
“Akitooo, dear!” True to his word he crooned and went to hunt down his wife as to avoid being smacked.
“You're late.” Came the reply from the kitchen. “Again.”
“I'm sorry my dear.” He scuttled over to hug her. “Better late than never?”
“Where were you?” She wanted to know. “You weren't gambling again, were you?”
“Of course I was.” He made sure to get her arms secured before kissing her cheek. There really was no point in lying to her.
“How much money do we owe who?” She cut to the chase. She already knew he'd lost. “Shigure, if you make us go bankrupt AGAIN, I SWEAR–” She cut herself off, and let her threat hang.
“Nnn, maybe about 300?” Shigure guessed. “And if Haru would have just let me bet him, we wouldn't have any right now.”
“You wanted to bet him?” She echoed, sounding disgusted. Her husband had officially sunk to a new low.
“He's worth a good 3,000 dollars, dear.”
“But he's your SON.” She stated slowly. “Flesh and blood, offspring. You don't bet your offspring.”
“No worries. I didn't get to bet him.” He assured his wife.
“You're still an idiot, and a jerk.”
“You married me anyways?” Shigure wondered.
“The church seems to think so,” She confirmed with a small nod.
“Aww,” He rested his chin sadly on her shoulder. “Come on now, don't be like that.”
“You tried to gamble our SON!” She reminded him. “You, sir, should start reacquainting yourself with the couch. Unless you bet and lost that too, in which case, the floor.”
Shigure sighed. “Yes, dear.”
“Three hundred?” She wanted to make sure. They could pay back three hundred dollars hopefully.
“Yes, Haru found me before I got to have too much fun.” He sighed again. “I'll go take the money if you want?” He offered slyly.
“No.” She glared at him sharply. “Hatsuharu can. He's not stupid, and won't spend any more.”
“Fine, fine.” He finally had to give in.
“Good,” She nodded, before going to get the money, and taking it to Haru. The boy sighed, and grumbled, but he did go to do it anyway. It wasn't like he had much of a choice.
If it meant anything, the owner was very happy to be getting his money. He even offered the kid a nice deal.
“If you agree to try keeping your father out of here. I'm willing to let you pick out one of my employees to play with.” He murmured around a cigarette.
Haru looked like he was considering it carefully. “Would this be a permanent arrangement, or just a one time thing?” Either way he would agree to keep his dad out. But that was mostly because he didn't feel like being poverty stricken.
“One time.” The guy elaborated. “But, if you do a good job of keeping that idiot out of here, I might soften up a bit and give you a few more.” Might was the key word there.
“We can't afford to let him in here again, anyway,” Haru assured him. “He won't be back.”
“Not being able to afford it has never stopped him before.” The owner snorted. “Either way, you've been a good boy today, and good deeds usually deserve rewards.” Eheh, again, usually was the key word.
“So, I can pick any of them?” He wanted to make sure, glancing around the dimly lit room at all the barely dressed women walking around.
“Yeah, then I'll tell 'em the deal and you can go right ahead.”
“Hmmm,” He looked around the room more carefully, and pointed to a red head a few tables away. He could barely see through the relatively thick haze, but she looked cute from behind and appeared to be the youngest in the room. “That one.” He confirmed her, with a small nod. The owner smirked for a moment before going over to get her. He talked to her for a moment before she glanced back at Haru with softly coaled eyes. She hopped down from her chair and took a moment to pull at her ridiculously short shorts before coming over. That's when one would be forced to notice she wasn't a she at all. “Er, shit.” Haru muttered, blinking quite helplessly. He really hadn't meant to do that.
He laughed internally at the kid, but the whore really just smiled seductively at him. “Ready, kiddo?”
“What? But, you're not,” He spluttered a bit. He'd started to say, 'you're not a girl', but it occurred to him half way through that the red head whore already knew that. “Serious...?” He finished finally, blushing a bit and tossing a bit of a panicked look at Hatori. He really hadn't meant to pick a guy. Really.
“Uh-huh,” The red head purred softly before coming over and pressing up against him suggestively. He knew Hatori wasn't going to save the kid. The owner had a funny sense of humor. So, the slut wrapped his arms around his neck and breathed in his ear. “Only if you want to though, of course.”
Rin was going to slaughter him, if she ever found out. Not to mention his mother.
“What the hell?” He sighed in relented, after a minute or two. First time for everything, right?
“That's the spirit.” The shorter hooker chuckled, placing a teasing kiss on his jaw, before leading him off to where they could play.
“Uh,” Haru started, once they got up there. “Look, this is my first time with a–” He cut himself off, and frowned, as he tried to think of a way that wouldn't be insulting.
He was ignored for a moment while the whore took off a few pieces of jewelry, then he turned around and gentle pushed him onto the bed, and then crawled onto him.
“I can take care of it. Just enjoy.” The red head commanded. “Hatori doesn't give out free fucks very often.”
“I figured as much.” He admitted with a small nod. He wasn't sure why he was freaking out, actually. Seriously, he'd done guys; he'd even done hookers, at one point. Was it maybe the fact that it was a guy hooker that was unnerving him? Maybe? Not that it really mattered.
And the red head took care of it very nicely at that. He'd apparently been a whore for a little while. Either way, when he was done he gave Haru one last little kiss before grabbing his clothes and heading out.
“Had fun, gotta go.” He chuckled.
“Oh?” He blinked after him lazily from the bed. “Too bad.” He admitted quietly.
“Come back with money.” The slut called his final suggestion before shutting the door carefully behind himself and going to clean up quickly so he could head back downstairs to pick up more customers.
Yeah, money--as if he could get money for a hooker. That would be the day. Maybe Hatori would give him another free go. That would be nice.
When Haru was on his way out the little red headed slut winked at him and blew a teasing kiss over in his direction. What could he say? That kid had been a fun fuck!
Haru just blushed again, and waved a little. He would really need to get more money now. That had been most enjoyable.
The whore licked his lips and went over to pester his owner. “Oooh, is he gonna come back?” he wondered, hanging adorably on Hatori.
“Who?” Hatori blinked at him in slight confusion, stuffing the wad of money he'd been counting into his pocket.
“That kid I just did.” He purred.
“Oh. Him.” Hatori shrugged a bit. “Maybe. If he wants to.”
“Nnn, He’s hot!” The red head all but drooled. “You love me just that much, if he comes back and keeps his bargain you'll let him have another go, won't you?” He begged, nuzzling against the older man just a little. Hatori was a pushover sometimes. He just hoped he was in the mood to have his buttons pushed.
“If he does, and if his father doesn't." He sighed. “Maybe.”
“I'd almost pay to do that kid again.” The slut grinned before pecking Hatori on the cheek and going to find someone else to screw. Whores are so fickle! Hatori just shook his head, and got back to his business of whorehouse running.
Haru, meanwhile, was trying to think of ways to get money to hire Kyo again, as he worked his way down the street, back toward his house. Well, if he went back he'd probably just get one. Since between himself and his mother than managed to keep Shigure at home. Shigure hated it and wanted to go out and waste all his money. But he was not allowed.
“Hey, Mom.” Haru addressed his mother a little over a week later. He wanted to go see that whore again. “Can I borrow a little money?”
“Maybe. Why.” She answered idly as she pushed some pins into what she was currently sowing.
“Well, there's someone I want to see but I need money to do that.” He replied slowly. Maybe if he phrased this right, she wouldn't figure it out, and would just hand it over.
“You know, you can just tell me if you need money to take Rin on a date.” His mother assumed, rolling her eyes.
Well, that wasn't exactly true, but:
“Mom, I need money to take Rin on a date.” He lied smoothly, with a small grin. Lying wasn't so hard; he might not even get caught.
“Mmm, all right. But you owe me some help around here for it.” Akito conditioned.
“Sure.” he agreed readily. “I'll need about two hundred.”
His mother gave him a dry look. “Well, that's less than what your father asks for. She better enjoy herself.” She threatened with a sigh. Her men had no concept of money!
“Oh, I'm sure she will.” She just wouldn't know she enjoyed it. He just hoped his mother never asked her about it. Akito quickly finished what she was doing and then got up to dig out the small stash of money she kept in the house. Okay, maybe it wasn't that small. But she returned with the money and gave it to her son. “Thanks,” He smiled gratefully at her, and pecked her on the cheek. Who knew? Maybe Hatori would be nice, and he really could take Rin out with the money? “I'll bring back whatever's left over.” He added.
“All right.” Akito wasn't all THAT fond of Rin, but her son liked her well enough, so for right now she put up with the girl. “You have fun too.” Then she returned to her work.
“I will.” He meant that, too. Oh, yes. No matter how he spent this money, he would most certainly enjoy himself. He waited a little under an hour, before stashing the money in his pocket and heading out. Maybe the red headed whore would be free again. And free of charge, that would be nice.
Hatori wasn't around, but Kyo, the whore was; not that Haru knew his name. He wasn't busy currently but he certainly was on the prowl for a customer.
Well, Haru went in, and looked around, just in case he was there and, sure enough, there he was. The red head grinned when he spotted the kid and came slinking over to him. He was going to put the moves on him before the girls got a chance!
“Hey, you did come back.” He crooned in a sultry tone.
“Ah, uh-huh.” He nodded, trying not to blush like an idiot this time. “And, you'll note, my father hasn't.” He added, indirectly trying to get another free one, without actually asking for it.
Kyo's smile widened. “Hatori's busy right now. But, if you have the money, I'll take it and once I find him I can see about getting it back to you?” He moved forward a little and hung on Haru shamelessly. If he were lucky the boy would really want to screw.
“How much do you charge?” He asked carefully. If he were lucky, he would still have some to take back home. The slut moved his thigh to a more strategic location as he whispered his prices softly in his ear. It was all part of the job to know how to convince strangers to pay money to do him!
Well, damn. Haru frowned a little. Thanks to his father, they really couldn't afford this and, yet, he was doing it anyway.
“Deal.” He agreed with a tiny sigh.
“Well then, come on.” The shorter beckoned him and they headed upstairs to find an unoccupied room. Haru just nodded, feeling guilty. He really shouldn't be doing this.
“Just the one-hour.” He informed the hooker, upon finding one. “I kinda need to go somewhere before too long.” And, he'd need money to do that.
“Hatori would kill me if I gave you somethin free without asking first.” The whore assured him as he started to remove extraneous outwear from the both of them.
“One hour.” He repeated, not replying to that, and just putting the money on the table then. Kyo snorted once he was satisfied with the lack of clothes and just urged the younger boy onto the bed.
“Right, one hour, and I'm sure you'll enjoy it.” He cooed softly before really getting started, leaving Haru no chance to answer this time. Well, they did finish within the hour, a little early, even. That made Haru feel a bit better. He really could take Rin on that date, now.
The little harlot gave him a teasing look once he was dressed. “I'll see about talking to Hatori.” He promised, even though he wasn't making any guarantees on where that money would be going. Anyways, then he left Haru to get a shower.
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Chapter 1: The House
It was Smokey. Smokey and the lights weren't very bright. Those stupid sequins that all the woman in the place seemed to be wearing would occasionally get struck by a beam of light and flash helplessly through the cigarette smoke. There were some various clinks of glasses, voices and laughter of various men, the soft click of beads and high heels on the wooden floor. Then of course, there was the soft bargaining of prices. Sounds like a nice place, huh? Can you guess where you are?
“Why on earth would we accept another bet from you?” A man with brown hair and a cigarette dangling from his mouth asked the other man across the table from him. “You're already in more debt than we have dishes for you to wash.” It was hard to hear his soft tone over the bustle and music in the place, but he was confidant that the other man could hear him.
His companion had to pause and think about that. “My luck is turning around?” He offered with a self-assured grin. “I'm sure to win it all back this time?” That was probably a lie. But if all else failed he really could try to cheat. “Or I could ante up something that'll pay off all my debts, plus whatever I lose if I don't win now?” Sons sell for what, a good 6,000 dollars on the black market?
“What's this amazing collateral of yours?” The first wanted to know. He supposed he could just give the guy a job, until he worked it off. That would take a while, though. And, really, he preferred to get his earnings upfront. His business made great money, but it wouldn't if people refused to pay their debts.
“Ah, you can have my son?” Mr. Debt’s sweat dropped. “Or my wife or both, whichever you prefer.” What a loving father and husband, huh?
The man paused to think about that, and took a drag from his cigarette. “How old's the kid?” He wanted to know then. He had no use for children. A healthy teenager, though, he could put to work. “And his medical history. Is he sick?”
“He's about nineteen.” The father shrugged. He was fairly certain about that at least.
The man opened his mouth to reply, but before he could get anything out, a sharp call from the doorway interrupted them. “Dad!” A boy with black and white hair addressed the second man in an annoyed tone. “Mom says you need to come home before you loose the house.” He sighed, and added under his breath, “Again.”
“Oh hey. Good you're here. Actually, it wasn't the house this time.” His father assured him.
“Dad,” The boy half groaned, leaning against the table, and trying to ignore the appraising look that the man across from his father was giving him. “C'mon, just come home?”
“But, I was just betting you! If I win I clean out my debt.” He grinned.
“Oh, was that all?” The boy rolled his eyes sarcastically. “Pardon me, I thought it was something important.” He added, before pulling his father to his feet. “Sorry about him.” He added to the man across the table, which was still watching them, obviously just as annoyed as Haru was.
“Your father owes me a great deal of money.” He informed the boy simply.
“We'll work it out.” The boy replied, ushering his father toward the door. The guy finally went ahead and left. Though he was already pretty sure he'd be back. He still had to win off that debt after all.
“Why were you back there,” The boy asked him, once they were out. “Betting your offspring?”
“I was out of money?” His father suggested, feeling in his pockets for a cigarette.
“That doesn't explain why you were there gambling, to begin with.”
“Gamble to win?” He mumbled around the stick once he had it.
“But, you ALWAYS loose!” The boy pointed out, looking at his father like he'd just sprouted wings and started to fly around.
“Well I can't very well win if I don't ever even try.” The man retorted.
“But, that doesn't mean you go anteing up family members!”
“You're right, I probably could have just gone with the house again.” He nodded. “Really, you and your mother worry about money and such far too much.” He finally added with a wry grin.
“We live in New Orleans! We can't survive here, without money.” He pointed out. “Our house is STILL on a mortgage after you bet it the last time.”
His father coughed discretely. “And that's why your mother keeps her money separate from mine. It's not my fault the house is still technically mine to bet.”
“You should be locked up.” His son decided. “In a nut house, not in jail.”
“Aww, Haru. Thank you for being so concerned about my mental health.” The man snorted. “I appreciate it, and I love you too. But I don't think that's necessary.”
“Who said anything about your mental health being what I'm concerned about?” The boy, Haru, asked dryly. “It's my physical health I'm worried about.”
“You're not starving yet are you?”
“You were going to sell me to a whorehouse!” Haru felt the distinct urge to smack his father, but he didn't push it. “I don't think starvation would be the highest threat to my health, thanks.”
“I was pretty sure I was going to win that time.” His father shrugged, taking a long drag on his cigarette.
“Just like you were pretty sure with all the other games you've played?”
“Nnn, exactly.” He agreed.
“Mom's going to hit you.” He stated. “A lot.”
“She will not.” He looked at his son dryly. “I'm going to hug her as soon as I get home and butter her up. She'll only make me sleep on the couch for a week.”
“She should hit you,” He pouted a little. “I might hit you.”
“Don't hit your father, Haru.” The man snorted. “Come on, let’s just go home since you already ruined my fun.”
“Yeah.” He agreed. They'd need to find a way to pay the whorehouse off, again.
“Akitooo, dear!” True to his word he crooned and went to hunt down his wife as to avoid being smacked.
“You're late.” Came the reply from the kitchen. “Again.”
“I'm sorry my dear.” He scuttled over to hug her. “Better late than never?”
“Where were you?” She wanted to know. “You weren't gambling again, were you?”
“Of course I was.” He made sure to get her arms secured before kissing her cheek. There really was no point in lying to her.
“How much money do we owe who?” She cut to the chase. She already knew he'd lost. “Shigure, if you make us go bankrupt AGAIN, I SWEAR–” She cut herself off, and let her threat hang.
“Nnn, maybe about 300?” Shigure guessed. “And if Haru would have just let me bet him, we wouldn't have any right now.”
“You wanted to bet him?” She echoed, sounding disgusted. Her husband had officially sunk to a new low.
“He's worth a good 3,000 dollars, dear.”
“But he's your SON.” She stated slowly. “Flesh and blood, offspring. You don't bet your offspring.”
“No worries. I didn't get to bet him.” He assured his wife.
“You're still an idiot, and a jerk.”
“You married me anyways?” Shigure wondered.
“The church seems to think so,” She confirmed with a small nod.
“Aww,” He rested his chin sadly on her shoulder. “Come on now, don't be like that.”
“You tried to gamble our SON!” She reminded him. “You, sir, should start reacquainting yourself with the couch. Unless you bet and lost that too, in which case, the floor.”
Shigure sighed. “Yes, dear.”
“Three hundred?” She wanted to make sure. They could pay back three hundred dollars hopefully.
“Yes, Haru found me before I got to have too much fun.” He sighed again. “I'll go take the money if you want?” He offered slyly.
“No.” She glared at him sharply. “Hatsuharu can. He's not stupid, and won't spend any more.”
“Fine, fine.” He finally had to give in.
“Good,” She nodded, before going to get the money, and taking it to Haru. The boy sighed, and grumbled, but he did go to do it anyway. It wasn't like he had much of a choice.
If it meant anything, the owner was very happy to be getting his money. He even offered the kid a nice deal.
“If you agree to try keeping your father out of here. I'm willing to let you pick out one of my employees to play with.” He murmured around a cigarette.
Haru looked like he was considering it carefully. “Would this be a permanent arrangement, or just a one time thing?” Either way he would agree to keep his dad out. But that was mostly because he didn't feel like being poverty stricken.
“One time.” The guy elaborated. “But, if you do a good job of keeping that idiot out of here, I might soften up a bit and give you a few more.” Might was the key word there.
“We can't afford to let him in here again, anyway,” Haru assured him. “He won't be back.”
“Not being able to afford it has never stopped him before.” The owner snorted. “Either way, you've been a good boy today, and good deeds usually deserve rewards.” Eheh, again, usually was the key word.
“So, I can pick any of them?” He wanted to make sure, glancing around the dimly lit room at all the barely dressed women walking around.
“Yeah, then I'll tell 'em the deal and you can go right ahead.”
“Hmmm,” He looked around the room more carefully, and pointed to a red head a few tables away. He could barely see through the relatively thick haze, but she looked cute from behind and appeared to be the youngest in the room. “That one.” He confirmed her, with a small nod. The owner smirked for a moment before going over to get her. He talked to her for a moment before she glanced back at Haru with softly coaled eyes. She hopped down from her chair and took a moment to pull at her ridiculously short shorts before coming over. That's when one would be forced to notice she wasn't a she at all. “Er, shit.” Haru muttered, blinking quite helplessly. He really hadn't meant to do that.
He laughed internally at the kid, but the whore really just smiled seductively at him. “Ready, kiddo?”
“What? But, you're not,” He spluttered a bit. He'd started to say, 'you're not a girl', but it occurred to him half way through that the red head whore already knew that. “Serious...?” He finished finally, blushing a bit and tossing a bit of a panicked look at Hatori. He really hadn't meant to pick a guy. Really.
“Uh-huh,” The red head purred softly before coming over and pressing up against him suggestively. He knew Hatori wasn't going to save the kid. The owner had a funny sense of humor. So, the slut wrapped his arms around his neck and breathed in his ear. “Only if you want to though, of course.”
Rin was going to slaughter him, if she ever found out. Not to mention his mother.
“What the hell?” He sighed in relented, after a minute or two. First time for everything, right?
“That's the spirit.” The shorter hooker chuckled, placing a teasing kiss on his jaw, before leading him off to where they could play.
“Uh,” Haru started, once they got up there. “Look, this is my first time with a–” He cut himself off, and frowned, as he tried to think of a way that wouldn't be insulting.
He was ignored for a moment while the whore took off a few pieces of jewelry, then he turned around and gentle pushed him onto the bed, and then crawled onto him.
“I can take care of it. Just enjoy.” The red head commanded. “Hatori doesn't give out free fucks very often.”
“I figured as much.” He admitted with a small nod. He wasn't sure why he was freaking out, actually. Seriously, he'd done guys; he'd even done hookers, at one point. Was it maybe the fact that it was a guy hooker that was unnerving him? Maybe? Not that it really mattered.
And the red head took care of it very nicely at that. He'd apparently been a whore for a little while. Either way, when he was done he gave Haru one last little kiss before grabbing his clothes and heading out.
“Had fun, gotta go.” He chuckled.
“Oh?” He blinked after him lazily from the bed. “Too bad.” He admitted quietly.
“Come back with money.” The slut called his final suggestion before shutting the door carefully behind himself and going to clean up quickly so he could head back downstairs to pick up more customers.
Yeah, money--as if he could get money for a hooker. That would be the day. Maybe Hatori would give him another free go. That would be nice.
When Haru was on his way out the little red headed slut winked at him and blew a teasing kiss over in his direction. What could he say? That kid had been a fun fuck!
Haru just blushed again, and waved a little. He would really need to get more money now. That had been most enjoyable.
The whore licked his lips and went over to pester his owner. “Oooh, is he gonna come back?” he wondered, hanging adorably on Hatori.
“Who?” Hatori blinked at him in slight confusion, stuffing the wad of money he'd been counting into his pocket.
“That kid I just did.” He purred.
“Oh. Him.” Hatori shrugged a bit. “Maybe. If he wants to.”
“Nnn, He’s hot!” The red head all but drooled. “You love me just that much, if he comes back and keeps his bargain you'll let him have another go, won't you?” He begged, nuzzling against the older man just a little. Hatori was a pushover sometimes. He just hoped he was in the mood to have his buttons pushed.
“If he does, and if his father doesn't." He sighed. “Maybe.”
“I'd almost pay to do that kid again.” The slut grinned before pecking Hatori on the cheek and going to find someone else to screw. Whores are so fickle! Hatori just shook his head, and got back to his business of whorehouse running.
Haru, meanwhile, was trying to think of ways to get money to hire Kyo again, as he worked his way down the street, back toward his house. Well, if he went back he'd probably just get one. Since between himself and his mother than managed to keep Shigure at home. Shigure hated it and wanted to go out and waste all his money. But he was not allowed.
“Hey, Mom.” Haru addressed his mother a little over a week later. He wanted to go see that whore again. “Can I borrow a little money?”
“Maybe. Why.” She answered idly as she pushed some pins into what she was currently sowing.
“Well, there's someone I want to see but I need money to do that.” He replied slowly. Maybe if he phrased this right, she wouldn't figure it out, and would just hand it over.
“You know, you can just tell me if you need money to take Rin on a date.” His mother assumed, rolling her eyes.
Well, that wasn't exactly true, but:
“Mom, I need money to take Rin on a date.” He lied smoothly, with a small grin. Lying wasn't so hard; he might not even get caught.
“Mmm, all right. But you owe me some help around here for it.” Akito conditioned.
“Sure.” he agreed readily. “I'll need about two hundred.”
His mother gave him a dry look. “Well, that's less than what your father asks for. She better enjoy herself.” She threatened with a sigh. Her men had no concept of money!
“Oh, I'm sure she will.” She just wouldn't know she enjoyed it. He just hoped his mother never asked her about it. Akito quickly finished what she was doing and then got up to dig out the small stash of money she kept in the house. Okay, maybe it wasn't that small. But she returned with the money and gave it to her son. “Thanks,” He smiled gratefully at her, and pecked her on the cheek. Who knew? Maybe Hatori would be nice, and he really could take Rin out with the money? “I'll bring back whatever's left over.” He added.
“All right.” Akito wasn't all THAT fond of Rin, but her son liked her well enough, so for right now she put up with the girl. “You have fun too.” Then she returned to her work.
“I will.” He meant that, too. Oh, yes. No matter how he spent this money, he would most certainly enjoy himself. He waited a little under an hour, before stashing the money in his pocket and heading out. Maybe the red headed whore would be free again. And free of charge, that would be nice.
Hatori wasn't around, but Kyo, the whore was; not that Haru knew his name. He wasn't busy currently but he certainly was on the prowl for a customer.
Well, Haru went in, and looked around, just in case he was there and, sure enough, there he was. The red head grinned when he spotted the kid and came slinking over to him. He was going to put the moves on him before the girls got a chance!
“Hey, you did come back.” He crooned in a sultry tone.
“Ah, uh-huh.” He nodded, trying not to blush like an idiot this time. “And, you'll note, my father hasn't.” He added, indirectly trying to get another free one, without actually asking for it.
Kyo's smile widened. “Hatori's busy right now. But, if you have the money, I'll take it and once I find him I can see about getting it back to you?” He moved forward a little and hung on Haru shamelessly. If he were lucky the boy would really want to screw.
“How much do you charge?” He asked carefully. If he were lucky, he would still have some to take back home. The slut moved his thigh to a more strategic location as he whispered his prices softly in his ear. It was all part of the job to know how to convince strangers to pay money to do him!
Well, damn. Haru frowned a little. Thanks to his father, they really couldn't afford this and, yet, he was doing it anyway.
“Deal.” He agreed with a tiny sigh.
“Well then, come on.” The shorter beckoned him and they headed upstairs to find an unoccupied room. Haru just nodded, feeling guilty. He really shouldn't be doing this.
“Just the one-hour.” He informed the hooker, upon finding one. “I kinda need to go somewhere before too long.” And, he'd need money to do that.
“Hatori would kill me if I gave you somethin free without asking first.” The whore assured him as he started to remove extraneous outwear from the both of them.
“One hour.” He repeated, not replying to that, and just putting the money on the table then. Kyo snorted once he was satisfied with the lack of clothes and just urged the younger boy onto the bed.
“Right, one hour, and I'm sure you'll enjoy it.” He cooed softly before really getting started, leaving Haru no chance to answer this time. Well, they did finish within the hour, a little early, even. That made Haru feel a bit better. He really could take Rin on that date, now.
The little harlot gave him a teasing look once he was dressed. “I'll see about talking to Hatori.” He promised, even though he wasn't making any guarantees on where that money would be going. Anyways, then he left Haru to get a shower.
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