krystalkatzficz | New Beginnings

Title: New Beginnings
Author: krystalkatz
rating: PG
Length: Drabble, chaptered
Genre: AU,
Pairings: Sakurai Sho/Aiba Masaki, Matsumoto Jun/Ninomiya Kazunari
Disclaimer: I only own the plot,

Aiba Masaki stared mournfully out at the road, counting the devastatingly low amount of cars and people that were trawling by. It was a Wednesday in the middle of the month so he wasn’t honestly expecting any real costumers to be coming by but he needed at least one, just one would be able to get to get him to pay for the rent. Just a hand job would probably make it possible if he decided not to have electricity for that month. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and sighed with disgust when he saw that there was only a ratty half of one left with half the Tabaco already fallen into the bottom of the pack. Knowing it was too risky and pointless to light it he shoved it back into the pack and then placed the pack back in his pocket looking up hopefully when someone walked quite near to him. To his disappointment the man continued on his way a wallet falling from his pocket as he wandered aimlessly.

Masaki jumped down from his wall and hurried over to the wallet surprised at how heavy it was when he picked it up and weighed it in his hands. The right side flipped over to reveal a large wad of cash and a worn, dog-eared, photograph of a boy with a sweet but slightly chubby face wearing traditional clothes. Masaki smiled when he saw that thinking of the dropper as a kindly old man with a photograph of his grandson. The money would have seen him through well into next month but Masaki snapped it closed again and took off down the street after the man that had dropped it.

“Sir! Please wait! Sir!” He shouted several times until he finally managed to catch up to the man resting a hand on his shoulder and causing him to jump around in fright with a small but significant yelp. “Sorry about that sir, but you…Um…You dropped your wallet…” Masaki told him a small smile not expecting to receive one in return. The man, a grislily looking older gent with wild silver hair and wrinkled skin frowned taking the wallet from his hands and opening it. He quickly scanned the money and causing Masaki to almost regret giving it back. Sure he was a whore, but he was not nor ever had been a thief. “It’s all there…See ya’ man…”

“Wait…You...Thanks for this…”

“No problem…Happy to help…” Masaki smiled saluting him almost cheekily before going back to his post hoping that he hadn’t missed a client while playing good Samaritan. If he had he didn’t know about it and he sat back down on his wall resuming his long and lonely vigil of looking out at the cars. He was somewhat surprised when a few minutes later a shadow fell over him and he looked up to meet the wrinkled face of the old man.

The man was still holding his wallet in his hands looking awkward with his old faded eyes moving around quickly and skittishly as if he was terrified to be caught talking to him. It was a look that a lot of older gentleman wore when coming to him for their first time and Masaki was almost disappointed when the old man asked him;

“Come with me?”

“If you’ve got the money…I got the time…” Masaki said getting back down from the wall and making the best choice in his life.

TBC
A/N: I got this from a dream I had where I was running a whore house with Masaki as a prostitute…I hope you’ll enjoy it ^_^