Bokutachi wa Akuma: Chapter Thirty-Seven

It was yet another quiet night in the private bar, the three accompaniments sat quietly, drinking their regular alcoholic beverages. The aristocratic creatures sat at their regular seat behind the black divider with the Zen garden under the pale orange light across from the bar.

Behind the crescent shaped bar, the bartender was rearranging the expensive bottles, keeping quiet like always. He was much like a priest in a confessionary, over hearing everything, never saying anything.

Kyoukei tilted his head back, pouring an entire glass of sake into his mouth. It was his third bottle of heated premium sake tonight.

Yuichi was drinking his regular peach and lychee champagne. The mortal was taking it easy on the alcohol to prevent him from getting drunk.

Akira had a short wide glass with two ice cubes and the golden brown brandy. He rolled his wrist, mixing the melting ice and the brandy together; he had no desire to drink at all.

Akira let out a slow, bored sigh, looking off into the big empty room, liking that he saw nothing.

Kyoukei leaned forward, placing his small porcelain glass down on the S-curve table. He looked to Akira silently and then briefly to each of their drinks, letting out a sigh himself.

“Why do we drink this crap?” Kyoukei leaned back far in his seat, kicking the small serving tray with his drinks on it away with his foot. “I mean, we cant even taste it.” His delicate hand rose to his lips, caressing them gently as he tried to remember what it was like to be able to taste.

Before Akira could even answer, the front door opened, his sensitive ears catching the sound. He shot a glare in the bartender’s direction angrily. The bartender looked to the wavy haired aristocrat, shrugging questioningly.

“This is a private bar. Why is there someone else here?” His voice had a small growl to it, angry about the fact that someone else was coming in.

the bartender shrugged again.

“Others rent the bar as well Akira.”

Akira growled again.

The second group was slowly making their way to their favorite spot when they noticed someone else was in it. The group that had come their way had looked to be mythical sirens from the books. The one in the front seemed to leader from how she walked and how the others followed her. The tall, slender woman stopped in front of the S-curve table, throwing a leg out and placing a hand on her apparent and round hip.

“Gentlemen if you do not mind, could you please pick up your belonging and get out.” Her sweet siren voice had gone from angel to Heartlet in mere seconds.

Yuichi was the only one that flinched, readying to get up for the three women. When he saw that his owners were not moving, he relaxed back in his seat. Akira looked up blankly to the tall, attractive woman, blinking slowly. He stared at her, watching her grow angrier and angrier with him for not moving.

“This is our spot ma’am.” He tilted his head, his wavy hair falling slightly. “You can go elsewhere.” He shooed the woman away with one finger.

The woman raised a brow, snapping her fingers sassily.
“Take a seat girls. We aren’t going anywhere.” She smirked down at the male, seeing her beautiful cohorts sit next to Yuichi.

Akira threw his head to the side, clicking his tongue angrily. The three girls fixed their dressed before sitting down in the seats around the S-curve table. Akira slowly lifted his gaze to the siren, his eyes lazy and unimpressed.

“Pease dear, take you commodity of wenches elsewhere.” He pointed to the front of the bar. “The door is that way.”

The young female smiled, brushing her hair behind one ear.

“You think you frighten me?” He tilted her head to the side beautifully. “You underestimate me sweetie.” He straightened her posture, crossing her long slender legs, her red dress barely covering her body.

Kyoukei chuckled quietly, hiding his smirk behind his hand.

Akira shot a glare in Kyoukei's direction, growling at him quietly. Yuichi turned away, covering his smile from him as well. This girl was beautiful, she was classy, and so far other than Kyoukei, she was the only person that had stood up to Akira. She looked to her cohorts, looking to the one woman with short brown hair in the blue cocktail dress; the woman seemed second in command, she was equal to Kyoukei in the female’s trio of sirens. The woman in the blue cocktail dress stood, pulling a business card from her clutch, reaching across the table, handing Akira the small piece of paper.

He took the card hesitantly, snatching it from out of the siren’s fingers. He looked over it quickly, seeing only two words that caught his attention.

“Host Club?” He dropped his hand to his lap heavily, looking up at the siren in the red dress, looking over her. “That explains things.” He held out the card for Kyoukei to take.

The woman watcher her card being passed from one man to the other. Madame, if you need to know.” She watched Kyoukei read her card thoroughly. “Roppongi’s hottest host club for three years running. She spoke with sass in her siren voice.

A woman who ran a high traffic, greatly sought after business, she could be considered quite useful. He leaned forward, propping himself up on his knees. The low light of the bar still reflected the shimmer of the sparkle like substance cascading down his neck.

“Madame?” he questioned, awaiting her response for her name.

The Madame spread her feet, keeping her knees together. The Madame leaned forward, imitating Akira.

“Maya.” She said her name quietly. “Madame Maya of Cherry Tree Hill in Roppongi.” The woman seemed confident in herself; being a host club Madame, women needed to be confident in their hosts. Madame smiled over to her male equal.
“I know who you are Mr. Former-H2O-Member.” She cocked a brow, trying to intimidate him again with pop culture knowledge; it was nothing surprising, many knew who he was.

Akira silently agreed, showing defeat whether he was trying to hide it or not. The girl knew him, there was no point in hiding his name.

“The name is Akira.” He pointed to his equal, yet second in command. “Kyoukei.” Kyoukei waved lazily to the girl, having no interest in knowing a host club owner.

The third one, the quiet one that sat next to Yuichi pointed to him as well; all attention was on him now.
“Who is this lovely man?” Her voice was soft and innocent much like Yuichi’s was.

Akira waved her off, ignoring her question. He addressed the Madame again, she had peaked his interest.

“So you know many young people?” To Akira and Kyoukei, younger mortals were not a requirement, they were only easier to seduce do to their vulnerability to other younger people, especially if they were as attractive as them.

The Madame smirked at his sudden interest.

“We have customers of all ages.” 100% of host clubs’ customers were men of all ages. Given the sudden interest, she assumed that her idol catch was not into the men. “The only young females we have are my hosts.” Cherry Tree Hill was one of the classiest in Roppongi and had the greatest number of young hosts, who did their job well.

Hosts? Without the hosts there would be no business; no business, no treats. Akira groaned softly, looking down at the floor.

“Madame.” His dark eyes averted themselves up to the Madame Hostess. “I have a business proposition for you.” His eyes remained on her, ignoring Kyoukei jumping out of his seat.

Kyoukei sat up straight, frustrated that Akira could jump into decisions and Kyoukei always had to get insight first. The Madame was about to question his proposition  when Kyoukei threw his hand up, stopping her before she could speak.

“Akira, think about this first.” He shot his cold stare to Akira from the siren next to him. “You don't know her.”

Akira looked from the siren to his protesting comrade.

“What is there to consider thinking about first?” He shot the Madame a flashy smile “Come with me Kyou.” He stood up, pulling Kyoukei with him.
“We’ll be right back, Madame.” Akira walked off quickly, hesitantly followed by Kyoukei to the other side of the bar. “Kyou, think about it.” He pulled him in close to whisper to him.

“She owns a host club, if we start one with her, we can have all the prey we could ever imagine.” A dark outlook towards a new business opportunity for these idols, but it caught Kyoukei's attention.

Kyoukei thought a moment while staring at Akira; his cold, hollow gaze moved over to Maya who sat perfectly still, very princess like. He took a deep breath, contemplating agreeing with Akira or not.

“All right Akira. But if it fails, it’s on you, not me.” His long arms crossed over his chest defensively. “I have been hungry lately.”

He clapped his hands excitedly, it was the first time in years that Akira showed interest in anything. He skipped back to his seat, which just moments before the Madame had stolen from him.

“We have an agreement.”

The woman looked up at him, blinking innocently.

“And your proposition is?”

She looked from one well-dressed man to the other, waiting for one of them to explain.

Akira put a hand on his hip, looking from Kyoukei to the Madame. A wry smile formed at the corner of his lips.

“My proposition is a business partnership.” There was no need to explain the information about the business, but details of what they needed to do were required. “Doubling your business by adding a club with male hosts for female customers.” For Kyoukei and Akira, the sex of their feed did not matter, it was only easier to attract women.

Madame Maya stood silently for a moment, possibly thinking about his business offer.
Allow me to discuss this over with my assistant.” Her assistant was her second in command, just like Kyoukei was.

Allowing the Madame to go converse the proposition with her second, Kyoukei turned to Akira, thinking it over again. The idea itself was tempting, being a man of power and being an idol; Kyoukei was indeed tempted to have an endless supply of food at his disposal.

“You sure it is a good idea Akira?” he arms remained folded across his chest. “I mean we have no experience in the business, nor do we have any hosts.” Kyoukei was beginning to have his doubts about this expensive investment.

Akira waved his finger, tisking Kyoukei for even questioning his about his sudden proposition; even if it wasn't long, he thought it over thoroughly.

“Kyou, you really think I haven’t thought that over?” He beaconed Kyoukei to come closer as if it were a dirty secret he was going to tell him. “We’ll start with H2O and obviously get some recruitments.” An idol group as host, it would get good business in not time.

The Madame in her clanking high heels, clapped her way back over to the two leading idols with a smile on her face.

“We accept your offer.” A smile as wry as Akira’s she obviously had a question to return to Akira and Kyoukei. “What are the percentages for the host club you will be opening?” as a business partnership, there was no giving without receiving. The percentages were a majority of a persons’ business everything relied on the numbers.

As senior idols, H2O was not used to sharing their numbers, nor did they ever see their numbers go down. Looking to his own business partner, Akira thought deeply about a reasonable number.

“Ten percent.” Ten percent profit and name was a great number if the business was a success.

Looking over her shoulder to her partner who had obviously overheard, she gave the Madame a nod, approving of the number.

“Ten percent it is Mr. Former-H2o-Member.” She gave the man a smile, tossing her hair as she spun to return to her seat. Sitting as neatly as he has before looking up at the man and then her partner, she smiled to both of them. “Shall we drink to our new partnership?” the Madame waved to bartender, which meant that she wanted her regular drink.

Still uneasy about the partnership, Kyoukei moved back to his seat adjacent to the S-curve table silently.

After getting their drinks, the four partners toasted to a new partnership. The last female and Yuichi in the corner quietly, drinking to themselves.