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[ITKA MISAGAKI]

You spin my head right round, right round
When you go down, when you go down down

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The things one did to get a pay check. Sitting next to the heavy set business man for over an hour as the 'big boys' talked business was boring as hell. It didn't help that the lard ass's hand was all over his thigh under the table. But that's what he was there for to entertain and look pretty for the big money beside him. He was dressed in a short, tight kimono with a high style wig on and lots of make-up. If one didn't know him they wouldn't even know that he was a boy underneath it all. There he sat giggling and batting fake eye lashes at the double chinned idiot. The man beside him knew he was a young boy but this is what he'd paid for so this is what he got. It wasn't like a respectable man like him could be seen with a boy prostitute in such a fine establishment.

Their drinks were being refilled when the fat man grabbed Itka's chin tilting it upward so he could breathe that foul breath on him. Itka almost threw up right then in there but lucky for fatty he hadn't eaten today. The man's other hand tried to roam a little too high and with a giggle the young boy moved the hand down.

"Now, now Mr. Takiyoto surely you can wait till later?" He purred in a highly feminine voice eyes smoldering like a professional actress. The man grunted like the drunk pig that he was and jerked Itka's face forward to crush his mouth against that foul hole the man called a mouth. Pushing hard Itka whimpered but in moments the man let go with a rather loud laugh. He was going to be sick the man tasted like sake and potatoes and cigars. Face rather red he gave his employer a look telling him with his eyes that this was pushing it a little too far. Ashi only smiled at him and he knew that smile it told him to keep his mouth shut.

Even with no food in his stomach his gut clenched and swirled telling him that a bathroom was sorely needed. After mumbling an excuse me he scooted out and rushed to the bathroom. Not really thinking he ran into the men's room and right into an empty stall. After emptying whatever crumbs was left in his stomach he went to the sink to wash his hands and face. "Sometimes...I really hate my job."

Lifting his eyes to the fancy mirror he realized he looked like a woman. He shrugged not really caring if someone walked in he'd simply giggle and wiggle his red painted nails at them. No one came in so far so he stood there fixing his make up. The lipstick touched his lips and he froze staring at his reflection. It didn't happen very often but every once in a while he realized how low he'd sunk. Bowing his head he gripped the edges of the sink pushing back the sudden rush of emotion. A few curses left his lips in a plainly male voice before he rose his head to stare at his feminine face.

Eyes going wide he jerked around having seen a face that wasn't his own in the mirror. It was the pig. He giggled and started to leave plopping his make up in his clutch as he went. "Sorry to make you wait, hot stuff. Let's go baaa-"

With a yelp he was slammed into a wall. Crap I hate it when they get like this. He either got a pay check after tonight or he yelled out the safety word. Within thirty six seconds he knew which it would be. "Suicide! Sui-!"

He yelled out the words only to have a beef cake of a hand clamp over his mouth. Oh crap. Time to play mean. A knee jerked up to find squishy flesh, and a hard groan came from pig man. His chest was heavy and his eyes were murderous. Sure he was paid to be friendly but he was not going to be treated like trash.

Funny thing was that the man didn't go down. Course the guy had plenty of squishy flesh the groan didn't mean he'd hit the right spot. The man was three times his size if someone hadn't heard the yelling then he was screwed. Or if Ashi had told people to not worry about it. Told them it was just a game or a lovers quarrel. The pay check was really big maybe Ashi was willing to sacrifice him this time. It wouldn't be the first that was for sure.

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[AKIRA TSUKI]

IT'S GONNA TAKE SOME TIME TO REALIZE,
( but if you look inside i'm sure you'll find )

It's not everyday that Akira's treated to a night out by other people.

"Omnomnom,"

[/color] Akira says, mouth full as he chews on ebi tempura in his mouth. The table's a round one, reminiscent of King Arthur, and he looks around at all his friends. Although friends might not be the right way to put it,[/color] his mind tells him; but of course, Akira believes that everyone's got to be a friend in their own special way. The men around him are all a part of the modeling agency he's a part of, the photographer, the lightsmen, the director, everything. The reason Akira's here is mostly because they're celebrating. They'd had a good shoot today, which is really something, considering the director was a bit of a perfectionist - and today, Akira'd also been given a little role in a commercial for a new soda product. To say they were ecstatic would be an understatement - they were absolutely thrilled. So thrilled, in fact, that a night out at a restaurant would be necessary - even if Akira was underage.

"You're so cute, Akira-chan," says one of them, the photographer, and Akira reaches for a tissue to lightly dab at the corner of his mouth. A grin forms on his face when he's done swallowing, and then he shrugs his shoulders. "It's what I do,"[/color] he says with a nod, before reaching over for another piece of tempura. It's safe to say that the boy's got an affinity for it, for everything about it; and he dips it into the sauce and pops it into his mouth. "Mmmnn.."[/color] he purrs, gentle, teeth chewing the shrimp happily. Once the chewed-off bit is swallowed, he places it on his bowl of rice, reaching for a cup of sake.

And spilling it.

"Eeeeh!"[/color] Akira whines, bright blue eyes holding a look of regret. He apologizes to everyone on the table, withstanding their 'it's okay's and 'it's fine's. It's with the excuse of a wet shirt that he stands from his seat and heads over to the bathroom. He unbuttons the polo shirt, an orange color, of course; and he lightly wipes at the wet spot - leaning forward to smell it. "Gross,"[/color] he mumbles under his breath, splashing some water on it and scrubbing with his fingernails.

Realizing that it'll have to be dried, he decides he'll use the toilet while he's here - moving to hang the shirt on the door to the cubicle and walking in; unzipping his pants and letting go.

And then there's a sound.

His ears catch the footsteps of another human, and he's not sure about what it is he has to do; to leave or to simply remain and wait for him to leave. It's safe to say that Akira's not really someone who aims to disturb people from anything, and he zips up his pants and leans against the wall - not wanting to leave with someone else there. He's not afraid, or that's what he thinks, but he supposes that it'd be a bad move to randomly pop up and greet a total stranger in a bathroom.

Maybe he could do it in public, but not in a bathroom. That'd be weird.

There's little curses that leave the stranger's mouth, and Akira's heart beats a little faster. Now this is a little more terrifying than he thought it'd be. There's more footprints that follow, heavier ones, slower ones, and Akira goes on top of the toilet and stands on his tiptoes, peeping over the cubicle and hoping he wouldn't be noticed. People don't like spies, not at all. And Akira's going to look like a stalker at this point.

One of them looks like a woman,[/color] he notices, briefly - and the woman-man says something about the fat guy being hot and Akira is tempted to vomit. Disgusting, simply disgus--

A thudding noise and the woman-man is against the wall. Akira's eyes widen, and he steps off the toilet, back against the wall once more and chest heaving. There's a screaming, then, something like suicide; and it's muffed soon and a groan follows, and Akira's really not sure about what he should do, but--

He quietly opens the door to the cubicle, blue eyes flashing with slight amounts of courage, and he's silent as a cat as he approaches from behind the large man. A hand reaches upward, his index finger pressing against his lips to indicate silence from the woman-man, and then with a slight knowledge in human anatomy, his fingers move to press on various pressure points on the man's back to paralyze him.

It's safe to say that the man's pretty huge. Akira had to press harder than normal.

When he falls to the ground, Akira looks down at the pained face of the other male, blue eyes slightly wider at what he'd done. He moves to grab the orange shirt that'd been hanging off of the door to his cubicle, pulling it over his shoulders and buttoning it up; and then he looks at the woman-man and lets a cheerful grin appear on his face.

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notes ! akira's debut post.. and he's saving someone. ♥ hope you don't mind my posting here!

[ITKA MISAGAKI]

Tonight
I'mma let it be fire
Tonight
I'mma let you take me higher

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He really hated his job sometimes and this was certainly one of those times. As soon as the man entered the bathroom he knew bad things were about to happen. If it hadn’t been in the restaurant he’d have gritted his teeth and just let whatever was going to happen, happen. It was what he got paid for after all so he couldn’t really fight it, if he did then well he’d stop getting clients, and that meant no money. He loved money and the things it brought him so he couldn’t very well stop his line of work. Maybe someday but that someday was nowhere in sight in the near or heck even distant future.

But the issue was that it was in the restaurant and even if it was his job to please the man it was also his job to make sure the man’s reputation wasn’t tarnished. It was somewhat hypocritical to him but if the man was caught with a under-aged, male, prostitute in such a fine establishment then his life would be ruined. Not to mention Itka would receive severe punishment for it and probably get thrown into some sort of foster care system. None of which he could allow to occur.

When those big grubby hands started wandering over his body, and the rescue word had failed he did the only thing he could do. Go to his happy place and try not to feel what was about to happen to him. He was just about to his mental safe hold when the hands were suddenly no longer there and a weight thudded at his feet. Opening his eyes he found a young man that just so happened to be, shirtless? Had the guy come to save him? Or had he been there the entire time? Man, he should have checked the stalls better. He turned his startled gaze down to the unconscious man at his feet and his jaw dropped. Ashi was going to murder him.

“W-wha- w-wh-who- What did you do? Who are you? I-I …technically should thank you…” This was not good, well, it was good because he wasn’t going to have to pleasure the hippopotamus at his feet. But it was also so very, very bad for him because he hardly doubted that he was going to get paid now. The door opened a bit to reveal a handsome man in his mid-twenties poke his head in. At the sight of the unconscious client he rushed into the bathroom staring at the two boys. Itka stared at his employer in sheepish, fear before a lie clicked into place.

“Ashi-sama! I’m so glad you came in. Well, you see Mr. Takiyoto-san was getting a little more friendly than allowed in public, and just as I was about to revert to desperate measures the great Takiyoto-san fell unconscious at my feet! This young man here came rushing forward to help the poor man. I’m afraid he’s had far too much sake.” The words fell from his mouth in a rush as he skirted around the fat, slumbering man to Ashi’s side. His employer gave him a look to let him know that the lie wasn’t working, but it was what they’d tell the other CEO’s outside. Itka knew he’s still be punished for this but at least he was covering some of his hide, and hopefully his knight in no armor.

“You better convince one of them to take you home, Misa-kun.” The older man hissed his eyes flashing before turning to face the gentleman in the orange shirt. “Thank you sir, for all of your help. I’m afraid that Mr. Takiyoto has overdone himself in his celebrations.” Ashi bowed to the young man before heading out to inform his other clients of the situation, but gave Itka one last glare before leaving. Sighing Itka smiled at the boy moving to kneel beside the unconscious man.

“Thank you, really, but you didn’t have to.” People didn’t tend to save him not when he looked like this that was for sure. Standing once more he kicked the man for good measure before his co-workers could come in. “Pig.” Just because he was what he was didn’t mean he couldn’t think that the people who used his services weren’t lowlifes. After a minute of staring at the mammoth of a man he turned his gaze back up to the cutie who’d rescued him. “So, Mr…? How can I repay you for your oh so kind services?”

Talking in his most sultry voice he cocked a hip and placed a red nailed polished, manicured hand on it as he gave the boy a heated looked. Surely by now the young boy had figured out what kind of person he’d just saved was. If he hadn’t then he surely could tell now unless he was the type that needed such things pounded into his head. “I’m sure we can work something out. And don’t worry my usual prices won’t apply seeing as you saved me and all. Let’s say it’s on the house, or well, on me actually.” He winked sidling over to the cutie his tone dripping with suggestion. If the boy didn’t figure it out now then he was lucky that he had looks to make up for his small brain. But hopefully Itka was lucky and looks weren’t the only thing this guy had going for him other than being uber fast with pressure points.

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