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Coming all the way from Burundi, the dreams and promises of Tokyo which Alina Havyarimana had, feel like an illusion as she quickly realizes that n...
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There are 3 things I knew for certain, I was crazy, I was tipsy and I was having the time of my life.
Our family name came with a lot of honor and respect, not only because of our lineage, but because we were discreet. We never did things in public that would bring disgrace to our family or draw the wrong kind of attention to us.
We also maintained our positive image, because we kept to ourselves. We remained a fascinating mystery to most, because we didn't mix with people a lot. When we had parties, they were the kind that made the news, not sweaty get togethers in dimly lit, downtown clubs.
But here I was, buying drinks for strangers, talking shit and laughing with them, singing off key, dirty dancing with a girl, whom the kind of person people in my circles, would refer to as gaijin. Yet I loved it and wouldn't change it for anything. I could tell why Masahiro liked this establishment best, than the other uptown joints he owned. He got to be himself here, without putting on a front.
This club was mostly a mix of foreigners and the average person who just wanted to have fun. No one recognized me, if they did, they didn't give a shit, because everyone was too caught up having fun. No one in my vantage point had whipped out their phones to film me, except to take their own pictures. I had even been asked by some random people to take a picture while they struck poses.
Alina had asked me to take her pictures as well, she made funny faces and struck outrageous poses. I ended up joining her and we took selfies with each other. I immediately used one of them as my screensaver and ignored her, when she complained that she didn't really look her best in that photo. I didn't see what she was on about, because to me she looked beautiful as ever.
"Hideo, you said one minute only" Alina whined after pulling away from one of our several kisses . I had her caged up against the wall, to feel her up. My hand was on her ass, while my tongue had been halfway down her throat. I felt like the luckiest bastard on earth, after she danced for me, pulling those sensual dance moves on me. And one thing was for sure, I would never allow her to dance for another man like that, unless he wanted to get shot.
"Hideo, stop" she giggled trying to swat off my hands, which were making their way inside her dress. I asked her if all girls from Burundi were beautiful, feisty, hot as hell like her and she just laughed at me shaking her head. She was laughing a lot tonight, I knew it had to do with the drinks we had consumed, but I could tell she found me funny and that somehow did wonders for my ego. A lot of words could be used to describe me, but funny was not one of them.
I felt like a teenager again or the kid I was supposed to have been if my grandfather wasn't always on my case about doing things the 'Kaneshiro way', before I had to drop it all altogether, after he was killed. Being with Alina made me feel reckless and out of control and somehow I savored that feeling. It was a new kind of high I'd never experienced before. For someone whose life revolved around order and control, this was walking on the wild side.
