Nightclub at Daytime Chapter 11

[tacuma]

Title:Nightclub at Daytime
Writer:Tacuma
Pairing:Perfect Pair
Chapter: 11/40 (probably)
Genre:AU, romance, angst, crime, fluff?
Wordcount: 2576 words
Rating:PG-15
Disclaimer:I do not own Prince of Tennis

Previous Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Chapter 11

Fuji entered the club a little later than usual. The others were already there. Yukimura had fallen ill and even though he and Fuji weren't the best of friends, Fuji had helped Oishi to make the blue-haired man feel comfortable, so he could sleep. When Fuji finally entered the club, the guests were already talking to his colleagues. Fuji apologized to Tezuka and shortly explained the situation before he walked further and looked around. Most of the guests were already busy talking with people and having heated discussions or were laughing about jokes.

Then he noticed Sanada in the far corner of the club. Fuji had only ever seen him talk to Yukimura, who wasn't here right now. Sanada looked almost lost, sitting there on his own, so Fuji decided to join him.

'Do you mind if I sit here?' he asked the stoic black-haired man. Sanada shook his head, so Fuji sat down.

'You often talk to Yukimura, right? He has fallen ill. A slight fever, nothing dangerous, but he has to stay in bed for a while. He asked me to say sorry to you for his not being here.'

It was a lie. Yukimura hadn't asked him anything, but Sanada seemed to cheer up a little.

'You and Yukimura are alike in a way,' he said. 'You're both a little feminine, but only your looks. You're both kind of heart, but love to tease people merciless when you have the chance.'

Fuji chuckled. That was so true. 'I guess in a way we are alike, but we can be very different as well.'

'Or too much alike.'

Fuji blinked. Sanada could be right about that. The two of them were both very stubborn and often had the opposite meaning about something, just because of that stubbornness. Fuji nor Yukimura would ever admit that they were so much alike though.

'Do you think I can replace him for tonight then?' Fuji asked.

'You can try,' answered Sanada. 'Do you want a drink?'

Fuji thanked him and told him what kind of drink he would like. The stoic man went to get it and returned a few moments later. He sat down again and there fell an uncomfortable silence.

'So, how do you know Yukimura and I are so much alike?' asked Fuji. He was a little curious. He had only been working here for a few days and he had never spoken with Sanada before.

'Yukimura told me a few things about you. He often talks about the other people who work here. He told me you and he were very different, but when I listened to his stories I could recognize things of him in you.'

'So the two of you are secretly gossiping about me?' Fuji asked with a smile on his face. He didn't really mind. Maybe even Yukimura had a hard time talking to this rock.

'No, he doesn't tell bad things about you or any of the others. Just things that have happened to him.'

'You…know about his situation then?' Fuji asked. None of the guests knew they lived above the club and why they lived there.

'Yes, but I promised I wouldn't tell anybody about it,' answered Sanada. Fuji was sure about that. Sanada looked like a man you could trust when he promised something.

'Yukimura must trust you then! I'm sure he has good reasons for that. Do you ever tell him about your life as well?' asked Fuji, not really sure how to answer.

'Sometimes I tell him about my work,' said Sanada. 'But it's not that interesting.'

'What kind of work do you do then?' asked Fuji to keep the conversation going.

'I'm the director of a small insurance company. But I was asked by a bigger company if I could become their director, since the one who works there will retire in two months. They want me to take his place. It is a huge honour, since he is so much older than I am, but they still entrust the job to me.'

'Then what is the problem?' asked Fuji.

'It's in Osaka.'

'Oh, that is quiet far away. Do you have a lot of family and friends here?'

'Not really. I don't have much family and I don't have much time for friends.'

'Then… it's Yukimura,' guessed Fuji. If Sanada didn't have much family or friends there was no other reason he could think of than Yukimura why Sanada would want to stay here. When Sanada nodded, Fuji smiled.

'You don't want to leave Yukimura behind. I understand. He must be a good friend of you. You should talk about this with him. I'm sure it's easier to come to a decision if you talk to him. I know Yukimura likes you a lot too and he would really miss you. Maybe you can come to some kind of agreement. You two don't have to see each other here at the club only. You can meet at other places. Maybe Yukimura could take time off to visit you. Or….' Fuji didn't finish his sentence.

'Or what?' asked Sanada.

'You could pay the remaining of his dept for him. Then he will be free to go wherever he wants to go. I don't know how long he has been working here and I don't know how much he still has to pay, but you must have enough money to help him. He might even consider going with you. But that does mean you have to talk about it with him.'

'Yukimura has worked here for more than one and a half year already,' said Sanada. He looked almost happy. 'How long does an average person has to work here?'

'I have to work more than three years to pay off my debt,' answered Fuji. 'But it seems my debt is higher than most others, so I guess about two years of working here, maybe a little more, is average. That would mean Yukimura still has about four or five months to go.'

'How much would I have to pay to get him out of this place?' asked Sanada eagerly.

'I don't really know,' answered Fuji honestly. 'I'm working here for only a few days now. I don't know how much everybody earns every month.'

'It's fine, I'll ask Yukimura next time, when he is feeling better again. Thank you very much Fuji-san. I think you really are like Yukimura.'

Fuji smiled. 'You're welcome, I am glad I could help you. Shall I tell Yukimura you say 'hi'?'

'Yes, please do that for me. I have to go now. Here, buy yourself another drink.'

'That really isn't necessary,' said Fuji, still smiling.

'Please take it, I don't know how to thank you any other way.'

'Alright then,' Fuji answered. 'I'll treat myself a nice drink. Good luck and until next time then.'

With that Sanada left and Fuji strolled to the bar. Tezuka was already waiting for him.

'Why did he give you money?' he asked. It happened more often that the guests gave the employees a tip, but most of them didn't leave in a hurry afterwards.

'Sanada wanted to thank me, so he wanted to buy me another drink. But he had to go now, so he just gave me to money, so I could buy the drink myself. Is that allowed?'

'Yes, what would you like?'

Fuji ordered a colourful cocktail, for once an alcoholic one. He still had a few hours to go and he didn't want to drink alcohol every night, even though he was working in a club, but he thought now and then wouldn't be a problem.

'I'm surprised you know so much about all those different drinks and mixes,' said Fuji after he took a sip of his cocktail. 'You don't look like a person who would be interested in it.'

'I'm not interested in them, it's purely a thing I have to know if I want to do a proper job here,' answered Tezuka. 'Most people ask for simple drinks, you're one of the only ones who asks for something difficult.'

'Isn't that a good thing?' Fuji said with something that was between a smile and a smirk. 'That way you won't forget about those difficult drinks either and if there will ever be a guest asking for one of those drinks, you will be able to make it.'

'Make it for me then, please,' asked a voice suddenly. 'Whatever he has.'

Fuji looked up and found a man with blue eyes and hair in a dark shade of orange standing next to him. He sat down on one of the bar stools and waited for Tezuka to finish preparing his drink.

'I'm surprised more people like this drink,' said Fuji.

'If a beautiful man like you is drinking it, it must be good, right?' answered the orange-haired man. 'My name is Sengoku Kiyosumi.'

'I'm Fuji Syuusuke,' answered Fuji. 'Nice to meet you. I hope you will enjoy your drink.'

The drink was colourful and looked sweet, but it wasn't sweet at all. It was spicy, despite how it looked. Fuji had never met anybody who liked the drink. People had tried it, but most would spit it out, not even daring to swallow it. He always enjoyed watching people try it, only because he was drinking it. It showed how people misjudged him and thought he was a nice, sweet and lovely boy. Fuji was glad Tezuka kept his mouth shut about the taste as well. Since he made the drink, he should know about the taste as well. He knew the ingredients. But he probably learned not to bother trying to offer people a different drink and Fuji was glad about that.

Sengoku received his drink. He smiled at Fuji before he took a sip. The moment the liquid touched his tongue, he spit it back, all over the bar. Tezuka had already a glass water prepared and he handed it to Sengoku. The redhead emptied the glass completely. Panting he looked at Fuji.

'What the hell is that?' he asked. 'It burned my tongue! It must have killed all my taste buds! That drink is a liquid form of masochism! Why do you drink it? Did you lose a bet or something?'

Fuji chuckled. 'I like it,' he said. 'It's called 'the Sleaze'. It's vodka, two dashes of Tabasco sauce and draught beer. It's not even the spiciest one. I guess you shouldn't want to try one of the spicier ones if you can't even handle this.'

'I thought you were a feminine and frail guy, but you've got guts,' said Sengoku. 'Or maybe you burned your guts out of your body with those drinks.'

'No, everything is still functioning quiet well,' answered Fuji. 'And you shouldn't judge people on their appearance.'

'I learned my lesson. You even tried to warn me, but I was stubborn and didn't listen. To make up for misjudging you, would you like to have my drink? Or can I order you something else?'

'Your drink will do. Unless you have any scary diseases.'

'Not that I'm aware of,' answered Sengoku and he ordered a new drink. One he actually knew he liked.

'Than it won't hurt if I get them,' laughed Fuji. He took Sengoku's glass and took a sip from it. 'Tezuka, you have been kind to him. You made mine much more spicy than this one.'

Tezuka had done that on purpose, knowing Sengoku wouldn't be able to stand the spiciness. He handed the redhead his new drink and went to the other side of the bar, so he wouldn't be bothering the two.

'So, do you like to spice all kind of things up?' asked Sengoku almost seductive.

'That depends,' answered Fuji. 'What you mean with 'things'.'

'I mean all your drinks, your food, your work, your sex life.'

'Who says I need to spice up my sex life? Maybe it is already very spicy and excited. Who knows I use Tabasco sauce in the bedroom as well. Would you like that?'

'That depends what you are going to do with it,' answered Sengoku interested.

'I will undress myself and put the Tabasco sauce all over my body, until I'm covered in it.' Fuji watched as Sengoku nodded. Obviously liking the idea and trying to imagine it. 'And then I make my lover lick it all off me until the very last drop. Only then he is allowed to have his way with me.'

'You're probably still a virgin then,' answered the redhead disappointed.

'It's a good way to find out who are really interested and who only want me because of my looks,' answered Fuji serious. 'If a guy thinks I'm worth all the Tabasco sauce, I'm sure he is good enough for me.'

'Did anybody ever do it for you?' asked Sengoku curious.

'Why would I tell you? I don't even know you.'

'I gave you my name.'

'That is not enough for me to tell you such intimate details,' answered Fuji.

'You will probably stay a virgin forever if you go on like this,' laughed Sengoku. He seemed to enjoy Fuji playing hard to get, seeing this all as a game.

'You think so?' Fuji asked. 'Ne, Tezuka.'

Tezuka handed one of the other guests a drink before he walked towards Fuji and asked what he wanted.

'Would you want to lick Tabasco sauce off my body.'

'Sure, but can it wait for a bit longer? I'm a little busy right now.' Tezuka returned to his place and helped a few other customers.

Sengoku's eyes had gotten big. He couldn't believe what he just heard. Fuji couldn't really believe it either, but he smiled in triumph. He had managed to let Tezuka, who was almost as much of a rock as Sanada, to say he didn't mind licking his body. Tezuka probably only played along to get Sengoku away from Fuji or make him at least stop flirting so badly, but it had worked.

'See, it isn't so hard to find one who doesn't mind doing it for me.'

'He would really do that?' asked Sengoku. He still couldn't believe it. 'No, wait, let me guess, he is probably like you, loving the spicy stuff. He doesn't mind it at all. He would even enjoy it. He is a masochist as well.'

'Not at all,' answered Fuji. 'At first he didn't even want to give me this drink.' He took another sip from his cocktail. 'Only because he thought it was too spicy and nobody would be able to handle it.'

'I'll give up then,' sighed the redhead. 'I would never be able to do it. But I won't give up on you that easily. I will try again next time.'

He stood up from the bar stool, handed Fuji a little money, winked and left the club. Fuji noticed it was almost closing time and there weren't that many people anymore. When Tezuka came a little closer Fuji called him.

'Thanks for helping me out there. I couldn't believe you really answered that!'

'You don't have to give that guy too much hope. If he thinks he has only the slightest chance with you, he will keep trying and he will keep coming back.'

'So you were only acting like a knight in a shining armour to protect my innocence?'

'Yes. If you still have any innocence left.'

Comments

[tacuma811.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I don't think Yukimura is very pleased indeed ^_^" He wouldn't like Fuji to talk to his Sanada XD;

Thank you ^__^ I think working at a bar/club helped Tezuka to become less strict and rock-like. But only when he is at work XD