Another World's Saviour (discontinued)

Our first session

Chapter 19

Zmeya, Shiloh and I were in the changing rooms. We searched around the room, looking for any outfits. Being unsuccessful, I materialised some clothes that would fit our personas. Zmeya, didn't really need to change, as she was already wearing and outfit befitting her character (the bad-girl type). I picked out a long, black robe that almost reached the floor. The hood allowed shadows to accumulate on my face, resulting in a "mysterious" element. The sleeves reached my wrists, and I wore long black gloves made of cotton. I still wore my boots. Shiloh wore a worn, black leather jacket that was torn in some places. She also wore a white t-shirt, and ripped jeans (blue). Once satisfied, we walked out of the changing rooms. We were met by the whole club, who looked shocked. Tamaki then ran, and hid behind Kyoya, pleading, "Mummy please don't let them wear that! They're scary!" He then shivered inwardly. I saw that Kyoya and Mori were just staring at me. Haruhi came over, and complimented, "You all look amazing!"

"Yes, indeed Zmeya and Shiloh do. I don't really look that great. Thank you though." I  laughed nervously. I then heard the doors of the other room open. It was showtime.

I sat in the corner of the room on a small sofa. I stretched out, making myself comfortable. Zmeya was sat on an armchair on the other side of the room, and Shiloh was roughly in the middle of the room, also sat on an armchair. The rest of the club members were in their usual places, as they greeted everyone who came in. I put up my hood, and sighed. I really didn't think that anyone would even come to me. I closed my eyes for a few seconds until I heard someone approach. I opened my eyes, and saw that there was a male who was approaching me. He was rather stout, and had thick rimmed spectacles on. He resembled somewhat Kohta Hirano from High-school of the Dead. I indicated for him to sit down beside me, as I greeted, "Hello, what is your name?"

"My name is Akihito Yamamoto." He greeted. He sat down beside me, as I made room for him on the sofa. "Now then, how was your day?" He seemed somewhat suprised. I took that Hosts here didn't really try to have an actual discussion with their clients (or if they do it was always flirting). "Well, I have had a relatively good day... I got to school on time and enjoyed everything about today.." He trailed off.

"There is no need to lie. It is just us. I want you to know that I will always listen to you. And this isn't because I am a Host, but because I am genuinely interested in you as a person. I can already tell that something has bothered you today. If you want to talk about it, do so. If not, I won't push it and we can talk about something else." I smiled reassuringly. He almost seemed on the brink of tears. I highly doubted that anyone really said anything like that to him. "I was locked in a storage room again. Those who did it just laughed. I am so worthless. I'm a disgusting pig who isn't good at anything." Tears welled up in his eyes. They slowly fell down his cheek. I took my silk handkerchief from my pockets, and wiped at his eyes. "You are no pig, and you are not disgusting. Beauty presents itself in different ways. It is the unconventional ways that are seen as repulsive by people. You are not disgusting- far from it. Looks do not matter. Despite it being cliched, it is true. If you think about it, looks just prove how special you are, as no two people are the same. Even twins with the exact same DNA are special in their own way, as no one else will be like them, and even their sibling will be different. Now, who did that to you?" I inquired. He looked into my eyes with sorrow and despair, but also surprise and... Fondess?

"I don't want to trouble you. You've already done enough." He replied.

"Well, if you ever change your mind for me to intervene, I shall do it. I think you'll find that I can be very persuasive. Any who, what are your hobbies, what do you like to do?" I asked.

"I like science as well as mechanics." He answered. I smiled warmly, as I was also passionate about those subjects. It was then that Kyoya walked over and stated, "I apologise but it appears that your time is up, Mr. Yamamoto." He turned on his heel, and proceeded with other business. Akihito stood up, and offered me my handkerchief. I shook my head, and told him to keep it. He smiled, and we both bid farewell.

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Zmeya's client (her POV)

I was lounging on my chair, irritated. I did not understand this club at all. The kind of clubs I was used to involved brawls and bloodshed, not an overly priced, overly decorated pink room. A boy then approached me. I stifled a scowl, as I just did not want to deal with this crap. He sat in front of me, as he introduced himself. "I am Asahi Ikeda. It is a pleasure to meet you, Zmeya" He bowed respectfully, and sat down in front of her. "Listen here, zadnista (arsehole in Russian), I do not care about you or your little problems. I am not a shlyukha (whore/slut), and I am not here to please you." She growled.

"I didn't  understand some of that but... I do not expect you to "listen to my problems"." He stated defiantly.  "Idi nahui, khui (fuck you, dick)." I responded. I reached into my pocket, and got a match. I put it against my teeth, and lit it. "Do you like fire, zadnista?" I put the match in front of his face, smiling evilly. "I dare you to place it in your mouth, zadnista." He looked somewhat worried, but took the match. He quickly placed it in his mouth. He started coughing and spluttering, as he took the wood out. He placed it in his pocket, and said, "do I qualify to be your client now?"

"Eventually, I may learn to tolerate you." I interlaced my fingers, and placed my hands behind my head as I leaned back. "Time is up, zadnista." The boy then walked away, with a small smile on his face.

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Shiloh's Client (her POV)

I was just lounging when someone started approaching me. I leaned back, and waited. The person approaching was a rather young male, probably one or two years younger than I. He appeared to be rather sheepish, as he was smiling nervously and avoiding eye contact. This would be easier than I thought. He sat down in front of me, and sat stiffly. "Relax buddy, I don't bite. Much." I grinned. He finally looked towards me. He blushed, and quickly looked away. He shuffled slightly, trying to stop his blush. "You know, I really don't think you're making a commitment here. If you wanna sit silently, that's fine by me. But, if you wanna say something, say it." I nudged, attempting to make him speak.

"My name is Yuuto Shimizu." He introduced nervously. He had a rather gentle voice, which somewhat contrasted with my authorative demanding one. "OK, hluttor (old English for pure), what you wanna talk about?"

"Hluttor...?" He questioned. I gave a little mischievous wink, and he blushed. I tapped my nose, and stated, "It doesn't matter, no need to worry. It's just my pet name for you." He blushed yet again, making me chuckle. "I might have to start calling you tomato at this rate, hluttor." I teased. He scratched the back of his head and laughed nervously. "I've never really talked to anyone like this before." He admitted.

"Well, it's lucky that i'm here then. You need to be more adventurous, more daring. Seize the moment or it will seize you, and it will have no mercy once you are within it's grasp." I said.

"I never really thought of it like that." He put his finger to his chin, deep in thought.

"Well now you can." I stated. He looked at me in amazement (which I just did not understand why) until he frowned. He looked at his watch and gasped. "I need to go. See you around!" He fare welled in haste. It was then the end of this session, and the club overall.

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Athena's POV

The club had just finished and it was already time for lessons. I didn't really pay attention to any of them, as I just wished to go to the apartment and have a nice hot chocolate. The day went slowly, but the bell of the final lesson finally went. I gathered my things in haste, and ran out of the school (Zmeya, Shiloh and I were to meet outside and walk home). I then arrived at the place we were supposed to meet. It did not take long for them to also appear. "Crackerjack." Shiloh greeted. "Sestra (sister)" Zmeya furthered. I pulled them both into a hug, and quickly let go.

"Greetings! Shall we head off?" I asked rhetorically. They both nodded, and we all started to walk back to our apartments. "Do you feel them?" Zmeya whispered. I nodded. The Host Club were at that moment following us.