The bright colors, the flashing lights, the revealing clothing... I know it all too well. This place, this lifestyle.. is one that does not belong in the light. Its full of darkness. Full of people with broken dreams and broken spirits. People just doing what they can to get by. People like me.
Ever since I could remember my life has been the same sad story. My mother had me at 16, so you could guess that she wasn't around much. We never figured out who my father was, not that anybody cared enough to try. Due to my mother's...um....profession... It would be impossible to even some close to an answer. As for me, I was too focused on taking care of myself that the thought never crossed my mind. Oh, and I'm 22 if you were wondering. That is all I'm going to tell you. Now let's continue to the story of my pitiful life.
With a pounding headache, most likely due to lack of nutrition, I stare at the clock beside my small bedroom window. (If you can even call it a window when its only slightly bigger than a phone screen.) It reads, 7:04 pm. My nap ran a little longer than usual, probably because I've slept a total 4 hours this week, working my day job at the convince store and my.....um... night job. these thoughts run through my head as I get up to place my feet on the hard floor, dreading having to get up for another day of hell. Figuring I won't be able to eat dinner anyways, I get ready for "work" throwing whatever I'm being required to wear that day in my bag. You just need enough money to last you through the month... I make up some reassuring thoughts to remember why I put myself through this. Because I need money. Not everyone is blessed with wealth and an easy life. It's as simple as that. Sure, I could've chosen a job with less risks, but this one pays well and it's all I've known my entire life. I walk down the all too familiar alley, going down the path my mother was on. The one I was trying to avoid. By the way, did I mention that I'm a male dancer? Not the kind that you would think... I mean, the erotic kind.
By the time I make it to the night club known as "Escape" It's about 7:51. Just in time to start my shift at 8:00. I walk around the back of this sinful establishment and go in through the employee only entrance. I then find my way to the dressing room, only to be stopped by my boss, Mr. Futabi. "Oi kozume" he calls me over to where he's standing. "yes?" I say flatly, only because I know he's about to give me more work. "you've been scheduled for a house call kitten" I cringe hearing my stage name, then I realize what he just said. "I told you, I don't do house calls. It's not part of the contract." I say with annoyance written all over my face. "not even for 26,600 yen?" my eyes go wide at the amount. With just my reaction, this lets Futabi guess that I accept, as he hands me a paper with the address to my client on it. I hurry to the dressing room, change into my clothes and put some makeup on. Wearing short black shorts, and a black lace crop top leaving little to the imagination, I do light makeup to just highlight my features. Now it's on to the house. We'll see how this goes...
I walk up to the house and triple check the address, just to make sure it's right. Damn their rich, I mean no wonder they're paying so much. As I grow closer to the entrance, I get anxious, not knowing what to expect. I'll probably swing my hips a bit, we might kiss a little, then I'll be out of here. Taking a deep breath, I ring the doorbell. "Oya? He's here already?!" "Oh shit I didn't think they would actually come" I hear two voices coming from inside the house. They... kinda sound familiar. Shifting my weight from one foot to another, my suspicions grow clear as someone opens the door. "Hey hey hey just come on in....KENMA?!?!" I am in utter shock as I see a familiar face.... Bokuto. Already knowing this was a bad idea, I take a couple steps back, trying to leave before the situation gets worse. But when am I ever that lucky. "Did you just say kenma?" My world comes to a halt as I see the ONE person, I never wanted to remind myself of. Kuroo Tetsuro. I turn around as fast as I can, running to who knows where. Hoping this whole event will disappear entirely, I run, (well I do the best im physically able as im more on the small, skinny side.) and I end up at a park, with only a few streetlights illuminating it. Thinking I'm safe, I sit on a bench hugging my knees as I try to slow my breath and collect my thoughts. To my demise, I look up only to see kuroo heading straight towards me. Well now what the fuck do I do? If I wasn't already thinking that before, I definitely am now.
Kuroo approaches me with an expression I don't want to see. Concern. As im about to straight book it with whatever energy I have left, kuroo sits next to me. "um, it's been a while... looks like we have some catching up to do, huh?" Knowing exactly what he means, I take the focus off of myself and try to redirect the conversation. Looking at him with little light, I still notice he looks a bit...buff? And his hair is softer and less rooster-like. "yea.. well.. you look.. different." I mentally facepalm at how sheepish my voice comes out, that was awkward as hell, way to go kozume. He lets out a slight chuckle, "I could say the same, your hair is black now, and it's gotten pretty long." He turns to the side eyeing my appearance. My face heats up when I notice he's actually checking me out. Realizing what im wearing, I make a pathetic attempt to try and cover myself up, not wanting kuroo to see me like this. Kuroo's gaze then switches to a sad one, and I can feel the air grow heavy, "I haven't seen you since high school, I've been wondering why you suddenly cut me off like that." He says with slight hurt in his voice. "I-I just...." Unable to bring myself to tell him the truth I just stay silent, directing my attention towards the floor. "Hey look, you don't have to give me an explanation right now. I know this is weird for both of us." Kuroo says softly, "How about... we meet up tomorrow? I'll give you some time to think." I reluctantly agree, only because kuroo deserves answers. Well, as many as im willing to give him. "I have work tomorrow at the convince store, so can we meet during lunch..?" I question, still overwhelmed by everything going on. "Sounds good to me." Kuroo and I exchange numbers, beginning to go our separate ways. "Tomorrow, don't forget." Kuroo reminds me for the third time. "and hey.... Don't disappear on me again..okay?" Kuroo says, more to himself rather than me. "Hm?" I question, not quite hearing what he said, "Nothing, goodnight kenma." Kuroo says while walking back to the house.
I nod in response and make my way back to my house. (more like room). A million thoughts run through my mind, but there is one in particular that sticks out. I can't let this light come into my world of darkness.
