Snippet #1793188

Takeshi woke up from his dream and stared at his alarm clock. Really? He woke up four minutes before it was supposed to go off? He turned back over in his bed and his eyes willfully closed again. Mornings had never been his thing, and he always felt that if they were anyone's "thing," they had to be insane. He never understood it. But, they were also never lazy enough to fall back to sleep four minutes before their alarm clock was supposed to go off. When it did, Takeshi's body jolted up to a sitting position. He sleepily turned his head to look at the clock. The red 4:15am and obnoxious beeping signaled the start of his day. Slapping the alarm clock silent, the man got up from his warm bed and headed toward his bathroom.

The full, black tiled bathroom big enough for a family of five to get ready in comfortably at the same time might be a bit excessive for most people, but it was a norm for him. Being a member of the prestigious Katayama family meant that Takeshi grew up with some of the finer things in life which included (but not limited to) big houses, fast cars, many family vacations, and over-sized bathrooms. It's not that he was opposed to small houses; it was just one of those things where mom and dad were like, "Do you want this?" and he had no issue saying, "Sure!"

He did all he need to do in the bathroom. He showered, brushed his teeth, styled his hair, and by the time he had finished with all that it was about 4:50. He walked back into his bedroom, and pulled out what he was going to wear for the day. He put on his boxers, undershirt, work pants, white short sleeve button down shirt, his socks, and his shoes, and he pulled out a black apron that he'd put on when he got to the cafe. He looked at the clock for another time check. It was now 5:00, which meant it was time to go.

He walked out to the kitchen of his house, and to Takeshi's concern, Masa wasn't down yet. With the exception of this moment, Masa had been a God sent. If it wasn't for him, Takeshi would have had to marry that bi- not nice woman his parents had originally wanted him to marry, and just in time, too. Any one could see that she and him had absolutely nothing in common. First off, she was a morning person... Need he go on? That, and she hated him as much as he hated her. The only reason she was for the marriage was because he had one more zero next to his net worth than she did. So, finding a guy nice enough to hire as his gay lover was the best thing to happen to him since finishing cooking school. For only ¥7500 (about $75) a month, he has "proof" that he is gay (to his parents anyway), and he doesn't have to marry the wicked, morning person. Who said money couldn't buy happiness?

Now, if only he'd hurry up and get down here so they could leave. If he wanted to carpool to work, he'd have to get down to the kitchen, in like, one minute so they could be at work on time. "Masa!" He hollered in the general direction of Masa's room. "It's time to go if you want me to drive you to work!"