Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ House of the Rising Sun ❯ The Owner ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Aubreys_master 
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 04.14.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 341 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 04.14.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 341 | 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: -munches on the panda heads.- Know what I learned from writing this story? Janie knows nothing about whores.
Chapter 2: The Owner
Haru cleaned up as much as he could right there, and then got dressed again, and headed out of the building as quickly as he could. It really would be best if he actually saw Rin that day. That way, if his mother asked her, she would get a real answer.
And he still wouldn't have gotten caught.
For what it was worth, the dark haired girl was happy. Even if her boyfriend had just been with a whore and she didn't know about. Not just any whore either, mind you, a man whore.
Well, as long as Rin was happy. And, Haru felt like she should be, by the end. He'd spent the better part of that left over money on her, after all. It wasn't exactly a small amount of cash.
His mother, on the other hand was impressed he'd spent that much money. Okay, impressed isn't the word.
"Well, you handed that much to me." He reminded her, trying to calm her down. "I'm nineteen, you should know better than to hand your nineteen year old son two hundred dollars and expect much back." Well, that was his excuse, anyway.
Akito took a deep breath. "At least something came back." She consoled herself. Her son was already more responsible than her husband.
Yeah, there must have been a whole ten dollars.
"And, I did keep my promise and bring back the change." He pointed out. "What can I say? Rin has high standards."
She reached up and ruffled his hair gently. "At least she's classy and not a whore." That had been her original impression of the girl.
Haru sweat dropped a little. Good lord the irony. "No--no, she's not a whore." Nope, not Rin. Just the red head he'd been sleeping with.
"I hope you both had fun." Akito finally sighed and returned to her kitchen. "But don't make it a habit." There is always too much of a good thing.
"Oh, I won't." Maybe Hatori would give his money back, though. That was another whole hour funded right there.
The slut was getting right on that. He slinked carefully into Hatori's office and perched on the edge of his desk.
"Haaaatori." He cooed, he was wondering what kind of mood the man was in right now. You know, before he asked to just throw a hundred dollars out the window.
"Hm?" He blinked up from the papers he was going through, and took his (apparently ever present) cigarette out of his mouth, so that he could speak more clearly. "Oh. Yes?"
"Came to ask if you were gonna throw the Sohma kid a bone or not." The red head purred softly.
"He came back again?" Hatori raised an eyebrow, and placed his cigarette back in place. He honestly hadn't thought he would. "How long was he here?"
"An hour." Kyo chuckled softly; remembering how the kid had been about making sure it was only an hour.
"Did he actually pay you?" His boss wanted to know.
"No, Hatori." The younger man told him rolling his eyes. "Yes, he paid me!"
"Eh, if he comes back, and he keeps his dad out, you can give it back." He shrugged. "Hold onto it, if you intend to, though." The red head smiled, leaning over and kissing his cheek before swaying off back out to the main room. He hoped to convince the kid to just give him the money right back. "Kyo," Hatori called after him. "Keep tonight open."
The whore grinned and turned. "Kay," he winked suggestively before finishing his short trek out of the room. Maybe he could find someone to play with now, to keep himself occupied until then.
Well, after some pondering on just what to do next (as far as that whorehouse went), Hatsuharu decided that he should press his luck there, and go empty handed. Who knew? Maybe Hatori was feeling generous?
A couple weeks and no Shigure? Sure Hatori was feeling a little generous. Since that idiot had stayed out he'd noticed the increase in profits. That didn't mean Haru was getting shit though. Lucky for him Kyo still had permission to give that money back. If he'd seen the kid he MIGHT have. Kyo was around; he just hadn't seen the kid come in. If he had, he MIGHT have gone over to give the money back. He liked having an extra hundred tucked away just in case though.
Well, Haru went in that day. He was hoping that Kyo might be around that would be nice. Especially if he could get his mom's money back, too. When asked a short little Asian hostess with a 'Karen' nametag pointed the red headed hooker out to him. Kyo was currently just idling, waiting for some more people to show up.
"Hey!" Haru called, walking over to him. "Did you find out about my money, by any chance?" He asked after a moment, for lack of anything better to say after his greeting.
"Uh-huh," The whore smiled lazily at him. "Hatori said you could have it back. Since you've been suuuch a good boy." He smirked at him a little.
"We really can't afford to let my dad in here." Haru repeated what he'd told Hatori before. It really was pretty obvious to him. "We'd go broke, if we did."
"All right," Kyo laughed softly before hopping down from his tall chair. "I'll go get that money of yours."
"That'd be great." He smiled slightly. Well, he couldn't give the money back to his mom, but that was another fuck he could buy that wouldn't take anything MORE away from their bank account. The slut handed over the money a little later, but not without brushing up against him a bit; in the hopes of getting him aroused.
Haru let out a tiny sigh when he started doing that. "You want to keep it and give me another round?" He offered after a moment.
"Why, yes, yes I do." Kyo grinned putting the money in his pocket and taking him off to one of the rooms where they could play for a while.
"That was probably a stupid question." Haru noted idly, as they went in search of an empty room. "I mean, it's your job. Of course you'd want to keep money."
"You're catching on," The whore grinned back at him and finally pulled him into a room. If they only had an hour like last time they should probably get to it.
"That was fun." Haru sighed, once they were done. He could easily get used to being bottom. Yes, fun. Rin and Akito would both murder him, if they ever found out, but it was fun. Kyo favored him with a tongue filled kiss before moving away completely.
"It's not often I get to do anybody." He snorted looking for clothes. "The other whores are sure to be jealous. We're supposed to GET done."
"Must be a generous masochist." Haru shrugged a little, with a tiny smirk. He was referring to himself, by the way, not Kyo. He wasn't really sure how doing someone counted as masochism, actually. But, being done hurt. The whore eyed him in amusement. He didn't mind it too much but this kid was obviously stupid. If you're gonna pay that much money, you should be on the giving end. The fun end. Well, Haru didn't really know that. Kyo was his first experience with a male whore, as previously stated.
"Why do I get the feeling you're mocking me in your mind?" Haru asked him with a small sigh, as the amused look got to him.
"Because I am." The red head assured him, shimming back into his little shorts.
"Great." Haru rolled his eyes. "You don't even know me, and you're already making fun of me."
"Exactly. I don't know you." He pulled the last bits of clothes and jewelry on before heading for the door. "Bye."
"Yeah, bye." Haru called after him, and really just lay there for a moment, before he got up to get cleaned up, and dressed again.
When Haru did finally return home he got the pleasant surprise of not only Akito and Shigure at the kitchen table, but Rin as well. It was obvious his girlfriend was talking to his mother, and Shigure was just sitting there for something to do since he wasn't allowed to go out anywhere alone.
"Hi...?" Haru greeted in light confusion, when he entered the kitchen and saw her. Had Rin been supposed to come over, and he just somehow missed it?
"Your mother invited me over for dinner." Rin grinned over at him, and Akito nodded absently from behind a cup of tea. She still wasn't that fond of the girl, but she was making an attempt. Shigure just thought it best to stay the hell out of this conversation.
"Oh, okay." HIS mother had invited Rin for dinner? That was new. "Great." He was still confused, but he decided it would probably be best to just let it drop.
"It won't be ready for a little while yet and I'm sure Rin is bored talking to your father and I. Why don't you go do something with her, Hatsuharu, dear?" Akito suggested oh so subtly.
"Sure," He agreed, catching onto that much more quickly. "Come on?" He offered, glancing at Rin, silently imploring her to just go with him.
The girl hadn't seen her boyfriend for a couple days. She was plenty willing to go with him.
"So, you've been okay?" Haru wanted to make sure, once they were outside. It was best to stay away from his mother while she was cooking, as a general rule.
"Yeah, I'm fine" she nodded, Akito hadn't killed her yet. "I haven't seen you for a while, what about you?" She nudged him playfully. "What have you been doing?"
"Not much." He shrugged a little, and he really hadn't. He'd only done an hour worth of interesting. Maybe he should just get a job, to pay for more of those hours of interesting.
Rin, being a woman, was more than happy to share the details of her own life until they returned to the house for dinner, after which she would be returning to her own New Orleans home.
"See?" Haru confronted his mother, once he'd seen his girlfriend out the door. "She's not so bad."
"And I was plenty polite to her." Akito answered coolly.
"For which, I am very grateful." He nodded to her.
"As long as it doesn't waste my money, whatever makes you happy Hatsuharu." She sighed, like the good mother she is.
"I'll be wasting a lot less of it." Haru confirmed. He'd been thinking about it all evening, and a job seemed to be the best choice. "I was thinking about getting a job. Pay my own expenses, you know?" He was nineteen, after all. He should get a job.
"You're such a good boy." Akito crooned scurrying over and hugging him. "You didn't inherit your fathers genes. I'm so proud."
"It's not right to use so much of your money." Haru shrugged a little. "I'm an adult, I should act like it."
"He's had a job at some point, if you asked him your father WOULD help you find one." She stated
"I think I might have a place." Haru replied vaguely. "To start off, anyway. I know the owner." He might be able to get to know that red head too, if he started working there.
"Good boy. Business relations are good." His mother continued to praise, she was into her motherly cloud so badly now, she probably wouldn't hear anything else he said.
"Yeah." He nodded, feeling a slight squirming in his stomach. Though, he couldn't place it as pleasant or otherwise. "I'll go talk to him tomorrow."
Little Karen was there as usual. She looked like she was about 16, but she'd been working here so long that Hatori knew otherwise. Anyways, the little hostess directed the boy over to where her owner was looking over a newspaper.
"Ah, Hatori?" Haru called over to him. He was pretty sure that was his name, anyway.
"Hmm?" The man wondered not looking up. He wasn't sure he knew this person, but if they wanted to talk they could feel free. He might listen?
"Yeah, I was wondering," He set down awkwardly in a chair. He had a plan. "Do you think we could make a little adjustment in our bargain?"
Hatori glanced up. Oh! It was the Sohma kid. "Maybe." Depended on the adjustment obviously.
"Well, instead of getting free fucks, sometimes. Do you think I could have a job? So that I could actually, I don't know, pay for them?"
"How old are you?" He wondered, idly butting out a nearly gone cigarette and setting about moving onto the next. (Chain smokers unite)
"Nineteen." He answered instantly. That was old enough to be a bar back, at least.
Hatori gave him an appraising look. "You look a bit older." He murmured before setting about lighting his stick of death. "Can you land a solid punch?" He always needed some guys around who could fight; sometimes his whores couldn't take on a guy if he got too rough. Haru grinned and nodded. Security jobs sounded fun. And, yes, he could fight. "Right, yeah, sure. That's fine." The owner finally waved it off. "Keep my whores safe, get rid of drunks, and stop fights. I think you get the idea, and if someone asks don't tell them you're nineteen." He warned. The last thing he needed was some woman’s organization finding out and saying he was using young men and corrupting them with his filthy whores so there could be no better tomorrow.
"Can do." Haru agreed. "How much does it pay?"
"500 a week." Hatori shrugged puffing on his cigarette out of absolute habit.
Well, he lived at home. That was more than enough to cover his expenses. "Great." He agreed almost instantly.
"When can you start?"
“Whenever." Haru shrugged. "Today, if you want."
"Good." The owner liked that. "We don't usually have too many problems in the afternoon. So just keep a look out for any drunks who might be a pain." He shooed him off absently. He still didn't know the kid's name but he also didn't care.
Well, that was that. So, now all he had to do was wait. The red head wasn't there, at the moment, so he couldn't talk to him. So, he just grabbed a seat at a table and did that. Waited.
Kyo had been spending most of the previous night, and a good lot of today with a guy who had quite a bit of money. He said he was on a business vacation, the first and last in a while and he wanted it good. So the whore eventually came down the stairs and the first person he went to pester was his owner. He needed to fork over Hatori's cut of the money, and then he'd start checking out the new meat. And, Hatori was quite happy to get his money too. He was always happy to get his money. That was why he owned this place. Kyo nuzzled the man teasingly before hopping off to get a bar stool, then he spotted the Sohma kid.
"And he reappears? Shouldn't you 'a run out of money by now?" He wondered, raising an eyebrow. Even if he wasn't buying whores, things were expensive in here.
"Oh, I did." Haru assured him. "That's why I'm here. To get more."
"Shouldn't you be at a bank for that?"
"For a withdraw," He confirmed with a nod. "But, I'm not qualified for a job there."
"You're working here?" The red head blinked. Well, that could be fun.
"Yeah." He nodded again. "Security. Start today."
"Oh good." Kyo grinned. "The last guy got beat up and Hatori and Karen have been having to do it."
"That's assuring." Haru mumbled, but no less sure of himself. "But, I think I'll be fine."
"I hope so." The whore taunted. "Wouldn't want to ruin your pretty face." He winked.
"I've been training since I was seven." Haru informed him with a small grin. "I think I'll be fine." He repeated confidently.
"Good. I'll be sure to tell the girls you're the new security." Kyo assured him before heading off into the not too crowded room.
Haru watched idly after him, for a moment, before crossing his arms on the table and letting his chin rest on them. Well, nothing to do but wait for something to happen. Seemed like an easy way to make five hundred dollars a week.
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Chapter 2: The Owner
Haru cleaned up as much as he could right there, and then got dressed again, and headed out of the building as quickly as he could. It really would be best if he actually saw Rin that day. That way, if his mother asked her, she would get a real answer.
And he still wouldn't have gotten caught.
For what it was worth, the dark haired girl was happy. Even if her boyfriend had just been with a whore and she didn't know about. Not just any whore either, mind you, a man whore.
Well, as long as Rin was happy. And, Haru felt like she should be, by the end. He'd spent the better part of that left over money on her, after all. It wasn't exactly a small amount of cash.
His mother, on the other hand was impressed he'd spent that much money. Okay, impressed isn't the word.
"Well, you handed that much to me." He reminded her, trying to calm her down. "I'm nineteen, you should know better than to hand your nineteen year old son two hundred dollars and expect much back." Well, that was his excuse, anyway.
Akito took a deep breath. "At least something came back." She consoled herself. Her son was already more responsible than her husband.
Yeah, there must have been a whole ten dollars.
"And, I did keep my promise and bring back the change." He pointed out. "What can I say? Rin has high standards."
She reached up and ruffled his hair gently. "At least she's classy and not a whore." That had been her original impression of the girl.
Haru sweat dropped a little. Good lord the irony. "No--no, she's not a whore." Nope, not Rin. Just the red head he'd been sleeping with.
"I hope you both had fun." Akito finally sighed and returned to her kitchen. "But don't make it a habit." There is always too much of a good thing.
"Oh, I won't." Maybe Hatori would give his money back, though. That was another whole hour funded right there.
The slut was getting right on that. He slinked carefully into Hatori's office and perched on the edge of his desk.
"Haaaatori." He cooed, he was wondering what kind of mood the man was in right now. You know, before he asked to just throw a hundred dollars out the window.
"Hm?" He blinked up from the papers he was going through, and took his (apparently ever present) cigarette out of his mouth, so that he could speak more clearly. "Oh. Yes?"
"Came to ask if you were gonna throw the Sohma kid a bone or not." The red head purred softly.
"He came back again?" Hatori raised an eyebrow, and placed his cigarette back in place. He honestly hadn't thought he would. "How long was he here?"
"An hour." Kyo chuckled softly; remembering how the kid had been about making sure it was only an hour.
"Did he actually pay you?" His boss wanted to know.
"No, Hatori." The younger man told him rolling his eyes. "Yes, he paid me!"
"Eh, if he comes back, and he keeps his dad out, you can give it back." He shrugged. "Hold onto it, if you intend to, though." The red head smiled, leaning over and kissing his cheek before swaying off back out to the main room. He hoped to convince the kid to just give him the money right back. "Kyo," Hatori called after him. "Keep tonight open."
The whore grinned and turned. "Kay," he winked suggestively before finishing his short trek out of the room. Maybe he could find someone to play with now, to keep himself occupied until then.
Well, after some pondering on just what to do next (as far as that whorehouse went), Hatsuharu decided that he should press his luck there, and go empty handed. Who knew? Maybe Hatori was feeling generous?
A couple weeks and no Shigure? Sure Hatori was feeling a little generous. Since that idiot had stayed out he'd noticed the increase in profits. That didn't mean Haru was getting shit though. Lucky for him Kyo still had permission to give that money back. If he'd seen the kid he MIGHT have. Kyo was around; he just hadn't seen the kid come in. If he had, he MIGHT have gone over to give the money back. He liked having an extra hundred tucked away just in case though.
Well, Haru went in that day. He was hoping that Kyo might be around that would be nice. Especially if he could get his mom's money back, too. When asked a short little Asian hostess with a 'Karen' nametag pointed the red headed hooker out to him. Kyo was currently just idling, waiting for some more people to show up.
"Hey!" Haru called, walking over to him. "Did you find out about my money, by any chance?" He asked after a moment, for lack of anything better to say after his greeting.
"Uh-huh," The whore smiled lazily at him. "Hatori said you could have it back. Since you've been suuuch a good boy." He smirked at him a little.
"We really can't afford to let my dad in here." Haru repeated what he'd told Hatori before. It really was pretty obvious to him. "We'd go broke, if we did."
"All right," Kyo laughed softly before hopping down from his tall chair. "I'll go get that money of yours."
"That'd be great." He smiled slightly. Well, he couldn't give the money back to his mom, but that was another fuck he could buy that wouldn't take anything MORE away from their bank account. The slut handed over the money a little later, but not without brushing up against him a bit; in the hopes of getting him aroused.
Haru let out a tiny sigh when he started doing that. "You want to keep it and give me another round?" He offered after a moment.
"Why, yes, yes I do." Kyo grinned putting the money in his pocket and taking him off to one of the rooms where they could play for a while.
"That was probably a stupid question." Haru noted idly, as they went in search of an empty room. "I mean, it's your job. Of course you'd want to keep money."
"You're catching on," The whore grinned back at him and finally pulled him into a room. If they only had an hour like last time they should probably get to it.
"That was fun." Haru sighed, once they were done. He could easily get used to being bottom. Yes, fun. Rin and Akito would both murder him, if they ever found out, but it was fun. Kyo favored him with a tongue filled kiss before moving away completely.
"It's not often I get to do anybody." He snorted looking for clothes. "The other whores are sure to be jealous. We're supposed to GET done."
"Must be a generous masochist." Haru shrugged a little, with a tiny smirk. He was referring to himself, by the way, not Kyo. He wasn't really sure how doing someone counted as masochism, actually. But, being done hurt. The whore eyed him in amusement. He didn't mind it too much but this kid was obviously stupid. If you're gonna pay that much money, you should be on the giving end. The fun end. Well, Haru didn't really know that. Kyo was his first experience with a male whore, as previously stated.
"Why do I get the feeling you're mocking me in your mind?" Haru asked him with a small sigh, as the amused look got to him.
"Because I am." The red head assured him, shimming back into his little shorts.
"Great." Haru rolled his eyes. "You don't even know me, and you're already making fun of me."
"Exactly. I don't know you." He pulled the last bits of clothes and jewelry on before heading for the door. "Bye."
"Yeah, bye." Haru called after him, and really just lay there for a moment, before he got up to get cleaned up, and dressed again.
When Haru did finally return home he got the pleasant surprise of not only Akito and Shigure at the kitchen table, but Rin as well. It was obvious his girlfriend was talking to his mother, and Shigure was just sitting there for something to do since he wasn't allowed to go out anywhere alone.
"Hi...?" Haru greeted in light confusion, when he entered the kitchen and saw her. Had Rin been supposed to come over, and he just somehow missed it?
"Your mother invited me over for dinner." Rin grinned over at him, and Akito nodded absently from behind a cup of tea. She still wasn't that fond of the girl, but she was making an attempt. Shigure just thought it best to stay the hell out of this conversation.
"Oh, okay." HIS mother had invited Rin for dinner? That was new. "Great." He was still confused, but he decided it would probably be best to just let it drop.
"It won't be ready for a little while yet and I'm sure Rin is bored talking to your father and I. Why don't you go do something with her, Hatsuharu, dear?" Akito suggested oh so subtly.
"Sure," He agreed, catching onto that much more quickly. "Come on?" He offered, glancing at Rin, silently imploring her to just go with him.
The girl hadn't seen her boyfriend for a couple days. She was plenty willing to go with him.
"So, you've been okay?" Haru wanted to make sure, once they were outside. It was best to stay away from his mother while she was cooking, as a general rule.
"Yeah, I'm fine" she nodded, Akito hadn't killed her yet. "I haven't seen you for a while, what about you?" She nudged him playfully. "What have you been doing?"
"Not much." He shrugged a little, and he really hadn't. He'd only done an hour worth of interesting. Maybe he should just get a job, to pay for more of those hours of interesting.
Rin, being a woman, was more than happy to share the details of her own life until they returned to the house for dinner, after which she would be returning to her own New Orleans home.
"See?" Haru confronted his mother, once he'd seen his girlfriend out the door. "She's not so bad."
"And I was plenty polite to her." Akito answered coolly.
"For which, I am very grateful." He nodded to her.
"As long as it doesn't waste my money, whatever makes you happy Hatsuharu." She sighed, like the good mother she is.
"I'll be wasting a lot less of it." Haru confirmed. He'd been thinking about it all evening, and a job seemed to be the best choice. "I was thinking about getting a job. Pay my own expenses, you know?" He was nineteen, after all. He should get a job.
"You're such a good boy." Akito crooned scurrying over and hugging him. "You didn't inherit your fathers genes. I'm so proud."
"It's not right to use so much of your money." Haru shrugged a little. "I'm an adult, I should act like it."
"He's had a job at some point, if you asked him your father WOULD help you find one." She stated
"I think I might have a place." Haru replied vaguely. "To start off, anyway. I know the owner." He might be able to get to know that red head too, if he started working there.
"Good boy. Business relations are good." His mother continued to praise, she was into her motherly cloud so badly now, she probably wouldn't hear anything else he said.
"Yeah." He nodded, feeling a slight squirming in his stomach. Though, he couldn't place it as pleasant or otherwise. "I'll go talk to him tomorrow."
Little Karen was there as usual. She looked like she was about 16, but she'd been working here so long that Hatori knew otherwise. Anyways, the little hostess directed the boy over to where her owner was looking over a newspaper.
"Ah, Hatori?" Haru called over to him. He was pretty sure that was his name, anyway.
"Hmm?" The man wondered not looking up. He wasn't sure he knew this person, but if they wanted to talk they could feel free. He might listen?
"Yeah, I was wondering," He set down awkwardly in a chair. He had a plan. "Do you think we could make a little adjustment in our bargain?"
Hatori glanced up. Oh! It was the Sohma kid. "Maybe." Depended on the adjustment obviously.
"Well, instead of getting free fucks, sometimes. Do you think I could have a job? So that I could actually, I don't know, pay for them?"
"How old are you?" He wondered, idly butting out a nearly gone cigarette and setting about moving onto the next. (Chain smokers unite)
"Nineteen." He answered instantly. That was old enough to be a bar back, at least.
Hatori gave him an appraising look. "You look a bit older." He murmured before setting about lighting his stick of death. "Can you land a solid punch?" He always needed some guys around who could fight; sometimes his whores couldn't take on a guy if he got too rough. Haru grinned and nodded. Security jobs sounded fun. And, yes, he could fight. "Right, yeah, sure. That's fine." The owner finally waved it off. "Keep my whores safe, get rid of drunks, and stop fights. I think you get the idea, and if someone asks don't tell them you're nineteen." He warned. The last thing he needed was some woman’s organization finding out and saying he was using young men and corrupting them with his filthy whores so there could be no better tomorrow.
"Can do." Haru agreed. "How much does it pay?"
"500 a week." Hatori shrugged puffing on his cigarette out of absolute habit.
Well, he lived at home. That was more than enough to cover his expenses. "Great." He agreed almost instantly.
"When can you start?"
“Whenever." Haru shrugged. "Today, if you want."
"Good." The owner liked that. "We don't usually have too many problems in the afternoon. So just keep a look out for any drunks who might be a pain." He shooed him off absently. He still didn't know the kid's name but he also didn't care.
Well, that was that. So, now all he had to do was wait. The red head wasn't there, at the moment, so he couldn't talk to him. So, he just grabbed a seat at a table and did that. Waited.
Kyo had been spending most of the previous night, and a good lot of today with a guy who had quite a bit of money. He said he was on a business vacation, the first and last in a while and he wanted it good. So the whore eventually came down the stairs and the first person he went to pester was his owner. He needed to fork over Hatori's cut of the money, and then he'd start checking out the new meat. And, Hatori was quite happy to get his money too. He was always happy to get his money. That was why he owned this place. Kyo nuzzled the man teasingly before hopping off to get a bar stool, then he spotted the Sohma kid.
"And he reappears? Shouldn't you 'a run out of money by now?" He wondered, raising an eyebrow. Even if he wasn't buying whores, things were expensive in here.
"Oh, I did." Haru assured him. "That's why I'm here. To get more."
"Shouldn't you be at a bank for that?"
"For a withdraw," He confirmed with a nod. "But, I'm not qualified for a job there."
"You're working here?" The red head blinked. Well, that could be fun.
"Yeah." He nodded again. "Security. Start today."
"Oh good." Kyo grinned. "The last guy got beat up and Hatori and Karen have been having to do it."
"That's assuring." Haru mumbled, but no less sure of himself. "But, I think I'll be fine."
"I hope so." The whore taunted. "Wouldn't want to ruin your pretty face." He winked.
"I've been training since I was seven." Haru informed him with a small grin. "I think I'll be fine." He repeated confidently.
"Good. I'll be sure to tell the girls you're the new security." Kyo assured him before heading off into the not too crowded room.
Haru watched idly after him, for a moment, before crossing his arms on the table and letting his chin rest on them. Well, nothing to do but wait for something to happen. Seemed like an easy way to make five hundred dollars a week.
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