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tacuma811
Pairing :Perfect Pair
Chapter: 4/40 (probably)
Genre: AU, romance, angst
Word count: 2570 words
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis
Previous Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 |
Chapter 4
The next morning Fuji woke up when someone knocked on his door. The door was still locked, so Fuji climbed out of bed and stumbled towards it to unlock it. Just like the day before Oishi stood on the other side with a happy smile.
'It's almost time for breakfast, Fuji,' he said. 'You have an appointment with Tezuka in two hours. I have a package of clothes for you here. You can use them and combine them the way you want. They're yours. If you want them to be washed, you can put them in the bathroom. Our cleaner will wash them for you. I guess you have seen the pile with dirty clothes and towels.'
Fuji nodded. He took the package, thanked Oishi and locked the door again. He threw the package on the bed and looked in the mirror. He still looked awful. He hadn't slept much last night, after he was caught by Tezuka. The fact that he had to talk with him today scared him and made him want to stay locked in here, where it was safe. But he knew he had to face the other man, so he unpacked the clothes and took a look at them. There were simple shirts, dress shirts, jeans, pants, socks, underwear and one pair of sneakers. The sneakers weren't really his style, but if he cleaned his own shoes he could still use them. He took one of the shirts and a pair of pants and put them on. They fitted well. He combed his hair with the comb he had found in one of the drawers and looked at himself in the mirror once again. He looked much better already if you ignored the bags under his eyes.
Fuji folded all the other clothes and put them in the closet. Then he headed to the bathroom. There was a toothbrush with his name on it. He used it before he went to the dining room. Most of the others were already there and Fuji shyly sat down on one of the empty seats. The others were happily chatting. Fuji felt out of place. He didn't belong here. He didn't even know what he was doing here in the first place.
Kaidoh served breakfast and everybody dug in immediately. They seemed to be hungry. Fuji wasn't hungry at all. His nerves kept him from eating. He forced some food into his mouth, only because it would be rude to leave it untouched.
'You aren't eating much,' said Oishi worried when he noticed Fuji's plate. Most of the others were already done by that time, some had already left the room to do whatever they wanted.
'I'm not really hungry,' answered Fuji without looking at the black-haired man. Why didn't he just leave him alone? He was a grown up, he could perfectly take care of himself.
'Are you alright? Are you feeling sick?' asked Oishi, even more worried than before.
Fuji shook his head. 'No, I'm fine, I'm just not hungry.'
Oishi wanted to speak again, but Eiji butted in. 'Nya, Oishi, he can leave it and warm it up later if he becomes hungry, ne?'
'Alright, well, if you are done then I will bring you to Tezuka. He is waiting for you.'
Fuji stood up and followed Oishi. They walked to the other side of the hallway and climbed the stairs. Upstairs was another hallway, but much smaller than the one downstairs. There were only three doors and one of them was opened.
'Tezuka, I brought Fuji,' said Oishi as he knocked on the open door.
'Come in,' came the reply. Fuji entered the room, Oishi stayed behind. 'Please close the door behind you,' asked Tezuka.
Fuji closed the door and looked around. He found himself in a spacious office. There were bookshelf's against one of the walls and there were a lot of document files in more bookshelf's on the other side. The whole room was neat and clean and everything seemed extremely organised.
'Please sit down,' said Tezuka. Fuji sat down on the chair, in front of Tezuka, on the other side of his desk.
'I hope you're getting used to the life here,' asked Tezuka, not really expecting an answer. 'I know it is very sudden that we brought you here and it must all be very confusing, but why did you want to run away yesterday?'
Fuji's eyes widened a little. He know his lie hadn't sound very realistic, but this man seemed to be able to read his mind. Fuji blushed and looked at the floor. For a few seconds he was silent. He tried to best to stop his tears, he didn't want to cry in front of this man. This had all been humiliating enough.
'Is there any family you would like to see?' asked Tezuka. 'Friends maybe?'
Fuji noticed that Tezuka's voice sounded softer, much friendlier this time. He looked up and shook his head. There was nobody he wanted to see. There was probably nobody who wanted to see him.
'I'm sure Oishi told you some things about this place,' continued Tezuka his story. 'I'm not sure if you understood everything he told you. You only just got here and everything must be a little overwhelming. To start with, as you can see, I'm not a yakuza. I try to buy men like you, who are caught by the yakuza, to give you your normal life back. We had to pay about three and a half million yen to get you free.'
Fuji was shocked to hear that. Three and a half million yen, that was an amazingly high amount. He didn't understand why some strangers would pay something like that to get him out of the hands of the yakuza.
'Most guys aren't that expensive,' said Tezuka when he saw the surprise in Fuji's eyes. 'The man said you were a very good looking one and that I could earn a lot of money with you, so I had to pay a high price. We like to get more people like you free, but for that we need more money. We can't just keep spending it. So that three and a half million yen will be your dept. You will get a job here, with a normal salary. Every month you get ten per cent of that salary to spend on whatever you want to buy. The other 90 per cent will be to pay off your debt. That way you can be done paying in about three years. Of course you can use the ten per cent to pay us back as well. You can also contact your family or friends and ask them to help you pay your debt.'
'What kind of work?' asked Fuji. He had already asked Oishi before, but he hadn't answered him. Fuji wanted to know what kind of job was waiting for him.
'To keep up appearances we own a club. It's downstairs, you probably heard the music,' answered Tezuka. 'But this is not a club like most clubs. It's only for the richest people of Japan. It's very exclusive. Another thing that is different is that we don't have half naked dancers here, nor are the guests allowed to touch our employees in any way. It will be your job to entertain the guests. Mostly by talking with them. Some of the others can sing or dance and they perform now and then. That way they get tips and earn more to spend or pay back their debt. Of course you don't have to do anything special. Just walking around, being there, talking and entertaining the guests is enough.'
'Like a host club?' asked Fuji. It sounded awfully much like a host club.
'Something like that,' answered Tezuka. 'But our guests can't ask to spend time with one of our employees and this club is not about looking beautiful. This is for our guests to relax after long days of hard work. Here they can talk about whatever they want and be themselves. That way you help them, while they help you.'
Fuji thought about it. He didn't really like the idea of a club. It all sounded too good to be true.
'If you want we can go downstairs to take a look.'
Fuji nodded. He wanted to see the club so he could get a better impression of it. He followed Tezuka downstairs. They walked through a heavy black door that brought them into something that looked like a storage. There were lots of bottles with alcoholic drinks stored. There was another door with a small round window in it. Tezuka pushed it open and they stood behind a big bar.
Fuji looked around in the club. It looked more like a big and comfortable living room than like a club. There were big soft couches everywhere with nice looking tables. The wallpaper and the paintings made it look even more like a living room. The bar was the only exception. It looked like the bar of any club, but somehow it fitted well in the 'living room' style that was used. There was also a space where people could dance if they wanted. It was small and Fuji only knew it was the dance floor because of the colourful lights that hung there. Next to the dance floor was a small stage with a microphone and two metals poles.
'Why are there poles on the stage?' asked Fuji a bit wary.
'You met Kikumaru Eiji and Muhaki Gakuto, right?' asked Tezuka. 'They're acrobatics. They do tricks and stunts there. They often have a little competition, because they both think they're better than the other. Only the two of them use those poles. They're not used for entertaining. The two of them only use them for acrobatic purposes. I don't like it much, but the guests seem to enjoy it. When you start working here all you have to do is talking to the guests and make sure they enjoy their time here. That is what you will get paid for. We're open every evening, except for Mondays. Weekdays the club is opened until one o clock, but on Friday, Saturday and Sunday we're opened until four in the morning. Most people have left around that time already.'
'I see,' answered Fuji. He walked around the club and took a good look at everything.
'I think you should come to take a look at night in a few days,' continued Tezuka. 'You have to regain your strength. When you're ready you can come with me and see how things are going here.'
'You work here too?' asked Fuji a little surprised.
'Yes, I prefer keeping an eye on everything. I'm the bartender. Now let's go back to the office, there are still a few forms you have to fill in.'
They went back to the office and Tezuka handed Fuji the forms. Fuji filled all the data in before handing them back. It was about his name and date or birth. All for administrational purposes. They need to record all the names of the employees, so they could pay them their salary.
'So you're twenty-four,' said Tezuka as he read what Fuji had written down. 'You look younger, but you probably have heard that before. Did you have a job before? If so, what kind of job did you have? We have to make arrangements with them, since it will take a while before you can return there. Unless you want to work part-time here and there.'
'I was a freelance photographer,' answered Fuji. 'I worked for different magazines, whenever they needed something.'
'You could keep photographing if you want,' said Tezuka. 'The job here at the club and photographing are easy to combine. You can go out during the day and do whatever you want. I can also contact the publishers of those magazines and tell them that due to certain circumstances you won't be able to work for them anymore.'
Fuji thought for a moment. He loved photography and he didn't want to stop, afraid he would forget how to make the most beautiful photos possible.
'I don't have a camera,' he answered. 'I have one at the place I used to live, but I can't go back there.'
'Can I send somebody there to get it?' asked Tezuka. 'If you don't want to see your family, somebody else can go and get it for you. They can tell what happened to you. I'm sure they're worried about you.'
'I haven't seen most of my family in years,' said Fuji. 'They probably don't even know that I have 'disappeared'. I used to live with my ex-boyfriend, but I don't want to ever see him anymore. I'm afraid he will want to know where I am if somebody will go there to get my camera. Unless you were planning to let somebody break in and steal it.'
'I used to be a police officer,' answered Tezuka. 'I can't allow that. If your ex-boyfriend was abusive I can make sure the police will pick him up and punish him for it. Then you can get your camera.'
'He wasn't,' whispered Fuji. 'I just don't want to talk about it.'
Suddenly the door swung open and a man in a white suit, with gray hair entered the office. He marched in and slammed his hand on the desk.
'Tezuka ore-sama need to talk to you!'
'You might not have noticed, but I am already talking to somebody else at this moment,' answered Tezuka. He looked a little pissed off. 'How many times did I tell you to knock before marching in?'
'Is this him?' asked the man in the white suit. 'Is this the new one you were talking about. I guess he is worth the price. He does look good.' With one finger the man lifted Fuji's chin so he could take a look at his face. With his bright blue eyes, his chin length light brown hair and his slender body Fuji was rather good looking.
'Ore-sama wanted to discuss the ridiculous high price you paid for him, but he won't have much problems with paying it back. So, what is his name.'
'Fuji Syuusuke,' answered Tezuka. 'He is twenty-four years old and a freelance photographer. Fuji, this is Atobe Keigo, the owner of this club. He is the one who pays for everything here.'
Fuji nodded at the gray-haired man. He didn't really like him much, even though it was his money that got him out of the hands of the yakuza.
'What were the two of you discussing?' asked Atobe.
'The fact that Fuji would like to continue his job as a freelance photographer, but he doesn't have a camera,' answered Tezuka.
'No problem, no problem,' said Atobe. 'Ore-sama will show his kindness and give you a camera. You don't even have to pay it back.'
Fuji raised an eyebrow. Good camera's were expensive. Why would this man give him one for free? 'Why would you do that for me?' he asked.
'Because ore-sama knows he will make a lot of money with you working in his club.'
Writer:
tacuma811 Pairing :Perfect Pair
Chapter: 4/40 (probably)
Genre: AU, romance, angst
Word count: 2570 words
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis
Previous Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 |
Chapter 4
The next morning Fuji woke up when someone knocked on his door. The door was still locked, so Fuji climbed out of bed and stumbled towards it to unlock it. Just like the day before Oishi stood on the other side with a happy smile.
'It's almost time for breakfast, Fuji,' he said. 'You have an appointment with Tezuka in two hours. I have a package of clothes for you here. You can use them and combine them the way you want. They're yours. If you want them to be washed, you can put them in the bathroom. Our cleaner will wash them for you. I guess you have seen the pile with dirty clothes and towels.'
Fuji nodded. He took the package, thanked Oishi and locked the door again. He threw the package on the bed and looked in the mirror. He still looked awful. He hadn't slept much last night, after he was caught by Tezuka. The fact that he had to talk with him today scared him and made him want to stay locked in here, where it was safe. But he knew he had to face the other man, so he unpacked the clothes and took a look at them. There were simple shirts, dress shirts, jeans, pants, socks, underwear and one pair of sneakers. The sneakers weren't really his style, but if he cleaned his own shoes he could still use them. He took one of the shirts and a pair of pants and put them on. They fitted well. He combed his hair with the comb he had found in one of the drawers and looked at himself in the mirror once again. He looked much better already if you ignored the bags under his eyes.
Fuji folded all the other clothes and put them in the closet. Then he headed to the bathroom. There was a toothbrush with his name on it. He used it before he went to the dining room. Most of the others were already there and Fuji shyly sat down on one of the empty seats. The others were happily chatting. Fuji felt out of place. He didn't belong here. He didn't even know what he was doing here in the first place.
Kaidoh served breakfast and everybody dug in immediately. They seemed to be hungry. Fuji wasn't hungry at all. His nerves kept him from eating. He forced some food into his mouth, only because it would be rude to leave it untouched.
'You aren't eating much,' said Oishi worried when he noticed Fuji's plate. Most of the others were already done by that time, some had already left the room to do whatever they wanted.
'I'm not really hungry,' answered Fuji without looking at the black-haired man. Why didn't he just leave him alone? He was a grown up, he could perfectly take care of himself.
'Are you alright? Are you feeling sick?' asked Oishi, even more worried than before.
Fuji shook his head. 'No, I'm fine, I'm just not hungry.'
Oishi wanted to speak again, but Eiji butted in. 'Nya, Oishi, he can leave it and warm it up later if he becomes hungry, ne?'
'Alright, well, if you are done then I will bring you to Tezuka. He is waiting for you.'
Fuji stood up and followed Oishi. They walked to the other side of the hallway and climbed the stairs. Upstairs was another hallway, but much smaller than the one downstairs. There were only three doors and one of them was opened.
'Tezuka, I brought Fuji,' said Oishi as he knocked on the open door.
'Come in,' came the reply. Fuji entered the room, Oishi stayed behind. 'Please close the door behind you,' asked Tezuka.
Fuji closed the door and looked around. He found himself in a spacious office. There were bookshelf's against one of the walls and there were a lot of document files in more bookshelf's on the other side. The whole room was neat and clean and everything seemed extremely organised.
'Please sit down,' said Tezuka. Fuji sat down on the chair, in front of Tezuka, on the other side of his desk.
'I hope you're getting used to the life here,' asked Tezuka, not really expecting an answer. 'I know it is very sudden that we brought you here and it must all be very confusing, but why did you want to run away yesterday?'
Fuji's eyes widened a little. He know his lie hadn't sound very realistic, but this man seemed to be able to read his mind. Fuji blushed and looked at the floor. For a few seconds he was silent. He tried to best to stop his tears, he didn't want to cry in front of this man. This had all been humiliating enough.
'Is there any family you would like to see?' asked Tezuka. 'Friends maybe?'
Fuji noticed that Tezuka's voice sounded softer, much friendlier this time. He looked up and shook his head. There was nobody he wanted to see. There was probably nobody who wanted to see him.
'I'm sure Oishi told you some things about this place,' continued Tezuka his story. 'I'm not sure if you understood everything he told you. You only just got here and everything must be a little overwhelming. To start with, as you can see, I'm not a yakuza. I try to buy men like you, who are caught by the yakuza, to give you your normal life back. We had to pay about three and a half million yen to get you free.'
Fuji was shocked to hear that. Three and a half million yen, that was an amazingly high amount. He didn't understand why some strangers would pay something like that to get him out of the hands of the yakuza.
'Most guys aren't that expensive,' said Tezuka when he saw the surprise in Fuji's eyes. 'The man said you were a very good looking one and that I could earn a lot of money with you, so I had to pay a high price. We like to get more people like you free, but for that we need more money. We can't just keep spending it. So that three and a half million yen will be your dept. You will get a job here, with a normal salary. Every month you get ten per cent of that salary to spend on whatever you want to buy. The other 90 per cent will be to pay off your debt. That way you can be done paying in about three years. Of course you can use the ten per cent to pay us back as well. You can also contact your family or friends and ask them to help you pay your debt.'
'What kind of work?' asked Fuji. He had already asked Oishi before, but he hadn't answered him. Fuji wanted to know what kind of job was waiting for him.
'To keep up appearances we own a club. It's downstairs, you probably heard the music,' answered Tezuka. 'But this is not a club like most clubs. It's only for the richest people of Japan. It's very exclusive. Another thing that is different is that we don't have half naked dancers here, nor are the guests allowed to touch our employees in any way. It will be your job to entertain the guests. Mostly by talking with them. Some of the others can sing or dance and they perform now and then. That way they get tips and earn more to spend or pay back their debt. Of course you don't have to do anything special. Just walking around, being there, talking and entertaining the guests is enough.'
'Like a host club?' asked Fuji. It sounded awfully much like a host club.
'Something like that,' answered Tezuka. 'But our guests can't ask to spend time with one of our employees and this club is not about looking beautiful. This is for our guests to relax after long days of hard work. Here they can talk about whatever they want and be themselves. That way you help them, while they help you.'
Fuji thought about it. He didn't really like the idea of a club. It all sounded too good to be true.
'If you want we can go downstairs to take a look.'
Fuji nodded. He wanted to see the club so he could get a better impression of it. He followed Tezuka downstairs. They walked through a heavy black door that brought them into something that looked like a storage. There were lots of bottles with alcoholic drinks stored. There was another door with a small round window in it. Tezuka pushed it open and they stood behind a big bar.
Fuji looked around in the club. It looked more like a big and comfortable living room than like a club. There were big soft couches everywhere with nice looking tables. The wallpaper and the paintings made it look even more like a living room. The bar was the only exception. It looked like the bar of any club, but somehow it fitted well in the 'living room' style that was used. There was also a space where people could dance if they wanted. It was small and Fuji only knew it was the dance floor because of the colourful lights that hung there. Next to the dance floor was a small stage with a microphone and two metals poles.
'Why are there poles on the stage?' asked Fuji a bit wary.
'You met Kikumaru Eiji and Muhaki Gakuto, right?' asked Tezuka. 'They're acrobatics. They do tricks and stunts there. They often have a little competition, because they both think they're better than the other. Only the two of them use those poles. They're not used for entertaining. The two of them only use them for acrobatic purposes. I don't like it much, but the guests seem to enjoy it. When you start working here all you have to do is talking to the guests and make sure they enjoy their time here. That is what you will get paid for. We're open every evening, except for Mondays. Weekdays the club is opened until one o clock, but on Friday, Saturday and Sunday we're opened until four in the morning. Most people have left around that time already.'
'I see,' answered Fuji. He walked around the club and took a good look at everything.
'I think you should come to take a look at night in a few days,' continued Tezuka. 'You have to regain your strength. When you're ready you can come with me and see how things are going here.'
'You work here too?' asked Fuji a little surprised.
'Yes, I prefer keeping an eye on everything. I'm the bartender. Now let's go back to the office, there are still a few forms you have to fill in.'
They went back to the office and Tezuka handed Fuji the forms. Fuji filled all the data in before handing them back. It was about his name and date or birth. All for administrational purposes. They need to record all the names of the employees, so they could pay them their salary.
'So you're twenty-four,' said Tezuka as he read what Fuji had written down. 'You look younger, but you probably have heard that before. Did you have a job before? If so, what kind of job did you have? We have to make arrangements with them, since it will take a while before you can return there. Unless you want to work part-time here and there.'
'I was a freelance photographer,' answered Fuji. 'I worked for different magazines, whenever they needed something.'
'You could keep photographing if you want,' said Tezuka. 'The job here at the club and photographing are easy to combine. You can go out during the day and do whatever you want. I can also contact the publishers of those magazines and tell them that due to certain circumstances you won't be able to work for them anymore.'
Fuji thought for a moment. He loved photography and he didn't want to stop, afraid he would forget how to make the most beautiful photos possible.
'I don't have a camera,' he answered. 'I have one at the place I used to live, but I can't go back there.'
'Can I send somebody there to get it?' asked Tezuka. 'If you don't want to see your family, somebody else can go and get it for you. They can tell what happened to you. I'm sure they're worried about you.'
'I haven't seen most of my family in years,' said Fuji. 'They probably don't even know that I have 'disappeared'. I used to live with my ex-boyfriend, but I don't want to ever see him anymore. I'm afraid he will want to know where I am if somebody will go there to get my camera. Unless you were planning to let somebody break in and steal it.'
'I used to be a police officer,' answered Tezuka. 'I can't allow that. If your ex-boyfriend was abusive I can make sure the police will pick him up and punish him for it. Then you can get your camera.'
'He wasn't,' whispered Fuji. 'I just don't want to talk about it.'
Suddenly the door swung open and a man in a white suit, with gray hair entered the office. He marched in and slammed his hand on the desk.
'Tezuka ore-sama need to talk to you!'
'You might not have noticed, but I am already talking to somebody else at this moment,' answered Tezuka. He looked a little pissed off. 'How many times did I tell you to knock before marching in?'
'Is this him?' asked the man in the white suit. 'Is this the new one you were talking about. I guess he is worth the price. He does look good.' With one finger the man lifted Fuji's chin so he could take a look at his face. With his bright blue eyes, his chin length light brown hair and his slender body Fuji was rather good looking.
'Ore-sama wanted to discuss the ridiculous high price you paid for him, but he won't have much problems with paying it back. So, what is his name.'
'Fuji Syuusuke,' answered Tezuka. 'He is twenty-four years old and a freelance photographer. Fuji, this is Atobe Keigo, the owner of this club. He is the one who pays for everything here.'
Fuji nodded at the gray-haired man. He didn't really like him much, even though it was his money that got him out of the hands of the yakuza.
'What were the two of you discussing?' asked Atobe.
'The fact that Fuji would like to continue his job as a freelance photographer, but he doesn't have a camera,' answered Tezuka.
'No problem, no problem,' said Atobe. 'Ore-sama will show his kindness and give you a camera. You don't even have to pay it back.'
Fuji raised an eyebrow. Good camera's were expensive. Why would this man give him one for free? 'Why would you do that for me?' he asked.
'Because ore-sama knows he will make a lot of money with you working in his club.'
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It is just so him to demand answers at his own pace and time.
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Yeah, when he wants something, he wants it now! That is how it's like to be rich!
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Can't wait to see if we find out with what happened with Fuji's ex-boyfriend and his relationship with his family.
Very exciting.
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You will all find out, but it will take a while. Fuji won't just tell anyone about those secrets!
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At least Tezuka is trying to reassure Fuji! But it's no surprise that he'd find his situation hard to accept.
Thank you for a new chapter!
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Yeah, I guess if I were Fuji I wouldn't understand a thing of what is happening anymore. I'd freak out XD But Tezuka is trying to make clear it will all be alright XD
Thank you for reading!