Pretended or Real

Chapter 1 - Part 1

Akali's POV

I wasn't feeling the best, as always my sister was the perfect one. No wonder, she was the typical Japanese daughter of our parents. At age of 24, she was already married, with 4 and 2 years old boys. Fuuto and Wataru were the sweetest boys out there, I can't lie, but I would appreciate it if my parents and my sister stopped rubbing it into my eyes. 

I decided to take some time off my day by visiting some fine establishments and have some drinks. My feets brought me to a host club that my best friends Yua, or Yuii as I call her, mentioned once. Phantom host club. Well, why not. And so I walked inside. 

A strange atmosphere enveloped me, it was like I stepped into a time machine. Everything was themed into the 17th - 18th century, from clothes of employees, through decorations to the whole room. I was strange, but pleasant at the same time. A young boy, looking almost like a teenager, walked to me. "Good evening miss. My name is Ukyo and I will be seating you tonight, follow me please m'lady." he gave me a professional smile and walked me to one of the It was surprising how the round black table and the seat of a 'U' shaped sofa, that was coated in the soft material of magenta pink, only underlined the beauty of the rosewood walls. There were also 2 mid-sized mirrors with very old looking frames. And the last touch was heavy black curtains. "Get comfortable, one of our Hosts will be here for you in a blink." Ukyo smiled softly and walked away. 

As he said, it was only a blink, before a peeked through the curtains, that Ukyo covered my booth with. Sakkumi Kageyama... Once his vibrant cobalt blue eyes found mine, his lips curled into a charming smile, that sent butterflies to my stomach. "Akali! What a wonderful surprise!" he exclaimed happily and slipped through curtains, setting a bottle of champagne on the table along with two glasses. "I never thought I'd see you here." he chuckled. "Really?" I asked. "Oh yes, you were always the shy one. I wouldn't bet on you coming here," he smirked and poured the liquid into both glasses. 

I looked up at him and, once my eyes met his smiley face, I immediately looked down at my feet, feeling my cheeks on fire. I always had a crush on him, but I know, I wouldn't ever stand a chance compared to the girls that normally surround him. "Have you noticed that once you walked in, all the eyes were on you?" he chuckled. "I don't believe that." I swiped the compliment under the table, taking a sip of champagne. 

"So how's your life been? I haven't seen you in a good while." he leaned back on the sofa, keeping his irresistible eyes on me. "I was in America, on tour with the company. Nothing special." I said softly and look back at him. I felt my cheeks burning under his gaze. "You know, you're cute when you blush." he winked at me and I felt my heart skip a beat. 

"C-can you stop it?" I looked down because I knew that if I'd kept eye contact, I wouldn't be able to resist his charm. "Stop what?" he asked, confused. "This whole complement thing," I said looking down. "Is it making you uncomfortable?" his lips brushed on my ear as he leaned to whisper, his warm breath prickling the hair on the back of my head. "Yes, stop." I shifted to the right, creating a bigger gap between us. "Uh, sorry for that I guess." he rubbed the back of his neck in confusement. 

"Can I ask something from you, before you leave?" he said when I was about to walk out of the booth. "Yes?" I looked back at him. "I don't need you to remember me, I only need you to never forget me." he gave me a charming smile and a wink that woke the butterflies in my stomach again.