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Usuragi "Kami" Chiyo

"Kami does as Kami wants."

0 · 231 views · located in Chihana Host Club, Tokyo, Japan

a character in “One Thousand Flowers”, as played by Kyumori


Full Name: Usuragi Chiyo

Stage Name: Kami

Age: 24

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Everything you believe is reality
Scattered beneath your feet are hundreds of millions of stars

Usuragi Chiyo. Chiyo-kun. Chiyo-san. Chiyo-sama...


The stage name, translated to God. Arrogant, wouldn't you say? But arrogance is what Chiyo - rather, Kami - carries in his body. With every step, with every smirk, every knowing chuckle, every charismatic turn of the face. He is breathtakingly beautiful. His skin, flawless. He is an angel - no, a god - trapped in the skin and body of a human. His face bears that knowing expression, the one where he believes himself to be greater than all that around him. Perhaps Kami is right, on some fronts. His voice is harmonic, toeing the line between feminine and masculine. His fingers are slender and strong. Kami, is, after all, a pianist. His body is kept in the best of shape. Lean muscles cling to his bones. His hair constantly changes, from black to blond to red to silver at the whim of its owner. He is mesmerizing, captivating. And that is why Kami is number one. And that will be why Kami remains number one.


If you follow me you’ll know, I promise
I will show you, in a fantasy like fairytale

At first glance, Kami's complicated character is almost impossible to understand. One thread seems to lead to another, which contradicts a third while the fourth toys with the fifth and so on and so forth. A ball of yarn, waiting to be untangled by the right cat. Perhaps that is why Kami is so popular. He is a mystery, a figure above all. With his superior expression and his authoritative actions, the way he seems so uncaring of how much the other hosts must dislike him...Kami holds himself above all of that. He refuses to stoop that low. His end goal is for himself and for himself only. The guests may hear honey laced words of how much he needs them. The other hosts, especially the younger ones, may feel that Kami is supporting them. But in the is all the same. To remain number one. Rarely does Kami ever speak truthfully about himself. Rarely does Kami ever reveal what he is feeling on the inside. He is calm, collected, charming, charismatic. An expert at the art of deception. Confident in his talent and rightfully so. A man who is proud to bear the insult of 'bastard' or 'you son of a bitch', because it shows that people recognize him. It shows that people are scared, threatened. It gives him power. And Kami is nothing if not power hungry. Kami's weak moments are never broadcasted, never known to anybody except those Kami trusts with his life. And Kami can name those he trusts with his life on one finger.

Privacy, arranging flowers, music, hosting, the club, staying number one, being number one

Losing, annoying apprentices, losing, having to move, giving up, losing (although that was probably already mentioned), losing his cool, being seen through, breaking down, weakness

Losing his rank, getting fired, being homeless, being poor, losing clients, dying

To stay number one, to maybe find someone he truly loves and is willing to open up to...maybe

Kami carries a red poker chip around with him at all times.


Years of Hosting:

Number of Named Customers:

Hosting Talents:
Drawing portraits, singing, playing the piano, poker


Estranged parents and a younger sister he sometimes keeps in contact with who is studying abroad in France.


To this word full of imagination
Without an end, never end, this is Neverland

From a young age, Chiyo had loved the stage. He had loved the feel of the spotlights focused on him as his fingers danced across black and white keys. He loved to hear his voice echo back at him through a packed concert hall. And then came the strange day where his parents told him he could no longer follows his dream - they were moving to America. America didn't have these same opportunities. Chiyo would be coming with them and he would focus on his studies.

Running away seemed the only option to a headstrong, arrogant, narcissistic sixteen year old boy. Screw his studies. Screw his parents. Screw his life.

He wanted a new one.

One night, Chiyo made his way to his little sister's room, telling her his plan. "I'm running away, Chiharu," he whispered to her. "Be good and don't tell Papa or Mama where I've gone, ne? Be good." He kept repeating that phrase to her, even as Chiharu twisted in her sleep and wrapped her slender arms around her brother's neck. Chiyo slipped away from her - and his family. He made his way to the street, down to the red light district.

He knew he had to make a living somehow. He had to become who he had promised himself he'd become. The thought never crossed his mind to change his dream. He had always been encouraged to chase it, because of his talent as a musician and a singer, and his good looks. Chiyo wandered into a host club, and demanded that they let him be a host. He was barely old enough to be a host. But he did it. Through hard work, and going behind the older host's backs to steal their clients, Chiyo made his way to number two host by the time he was twenty three. He followed Eien when the other, far more popular host, decided to start another club.


Kami sometimes has a hard time believing how lucky he's been, to escape the mundane life he would have led in America....

So begins...

Usuragi "Kami" Chiyo's Story

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Character Portrait: Saitama "Ai" Natsu Character Portrait: Usuragi "Kami" Chiyo
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In his solo apartment, light streaming in from a crack in the curtains, Kami stirred when the manager's door slammed. He had always been one of the lighter sleepers - which was why he preferred having his own room. Or rather, why it was a good thing he had his own room. If he had to room with anybody else...Kami bristled at the thought.

He didn't look like a host in the morning. Without his make up or his clothes, he was just another twenty four year old male with bedhead hair and bags under his eyes. He groaned, clutching at his head. A hangover? Now of all days? Well shit.

He groped around for his bedside table, finding the cup of water and the two aspirins he had put there last night, knowing he'd wake up with such a pounding headache. He threw the covers off then, shivering slightly in the cold morning air as said morning air hit his bare chest. He never slept with a shirt on, it just wasn't something he could do.

He downed the medicine and the water, grimacing at the taste it left in his mouth as he slipped his feet into a pair of bamboo slippers. His suitcase was against the wall - all of his clothes, except the ones that could get wrinkled, packed neatly inside. He pulled out a black silk vest, a red dress shirt and a pair of black slacks, changing into them immediately. He glanced out the window as he did so - nearly night time. Hmm...he'd woken up early today. He enjoyed this silence before the crowd. It let him gather his thoughts, let him be more human than he'd have to be tonight.

Later tonight...he would be a god. But for now, Kami was as human as the boys next door. Dressed and washed up, Kami headed into the kitchen. He leaned against the counter, smirking lazily at the manager.

"Ohayou (morning), Ushio-chan," he purred, looking around for food.


He had been sleeping soundly, dreaming of something that probably did not go along the lines of bunnies hopping in a meadow. Natsu's sleep had not been restful. It had never been for the past few years. He tossed in his sleep, turning and unable to awaken from the grips of the dreams and the nightmares that had him in his grasp.

He was awoken, however, by Rai's anguished wail. Natsu's eyes flew open and he jerked into an upright position, heart pounding in his throat. "What's going on? What happened?" he asked dazedly.

When he realized it was only time to get up, Natsu slumped back against the pillow. He rubbed his temples, feeling a little dizzy. What was his blood sugar level...? He quickly checked his blood sugar levels, grimacing at the brief moment of pain when he had to pierce his finger to get at his blood. Ah. That would explain it. His levels were almost dangerously low.

He quickly adjusted the number on his pump, before turning to Rai.

"What time is it...?"

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Character Portrait: Saitama "Ai" Natsu Character Portrait: Usuragi "Kami" Chiyo Character Portrait: Mizota "Rai" Kenzo Character Portrait: Okudaira "Eien" Ushio
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Kami watched in amusement as the manager rushed around, snapping like he was in the worst mood of all worst moods. "Calm down, Ushio-chan," the number one host - or as far as he could tell for now - called, walking over and putting a gentle hand on Eien's shoulder. "It's not like the guests are going anywhere."

He opened up the oven, pulling the pancakes out and taking one for himself. He couldn't afford to eat too much - he had to drink quite a bit later.

Looking around, he paused. "Wasn't the busboy supposed to start hosting tonight..." he mused, as he chewed on his pancake. He glanced at Eien, realizing the manager had forgotten something rather crucial. "Yah, Ushio-chan, the rankings," Kami said lazily. "The customers gotta know who's the most expensive tonight." He managed to speak quite well despite the food disappearing rapidly down his throat. He finished eating, drinking water to make the food go down easier.

Kami was ready.


Natsu looked over at Rai, as he tucked his kit into his pocket and started changing out of his tank top and boxers into his new smarter clothes. His fingers shook with nerves. Tonight was going to be his first night as a host. After six months of busboying and cleaning up and learning...Natsu was finally ready to be one of the hosts. He knew he was at the bottom of the rankings - he had no named guests after all, and Natsu doubted he would get any for a while. He sighed, as he buttoned up his shirt.

"Ah..." he dug around in his suitcase, pulling a small container of pain killers out and tossing it at Rai.

"Not too many," he warned. Technically, Natsu wasn't even supposed to be taking the pain killers, because of his diabetes. But he found painkillers helped him get to sleep a lot faster. Frowning in concern at the bruise on Rai's skin, Natsu crossed over, ghosting his cold fingers over the bruise.

"Be careful with that tonight," he cautioned. "It'll hurt more tonight...."

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Character Portrait: Akito "Ryuu" Hayashi Character Portrait: Usuragi "Kami" Chiyo Character Portrait: Okudaira "Eien" Ushio
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Ryuu smiled to himself as the hosts began to file into the room, continuing to peel and slice his apple directly into his mouth. He was careful not to allow any of the juice to drip on his outfit, knowing that a messy host was a cheap host. And, at the current, Ryuu was anything but a cheap host. He took only a single pancake, wanting to make sure there was enough for everyone.

"Wasn't the busboy supposed to start hosting tonight..."

Ryuu nodded in response to this. He himself had been awaiting Ai's appearance. Even subtly, each host had their own theme by the way they dressed. Ryuu was curious as to how the newest member would choose to present himself and what talent he would use to capture attention. He noticed many small messages about people that were often overlooked, including the fact they Eien cared more than he was willing to admit. At this, Ryuu chuckled and slid the deck of cards out of his chest pocket, carefully checking once again that they were all there and in place. "He will be here shortly, give the boy some faith. I'm sure he's nervous. Not everyone is as natural as you are, Kami."

"Yah, Ushio-chan, the rankings," Kami said lazily. "The customers gotta know who's the most expensive tonight."

At this, Ryuu paused and placed his cards down to gance at the manager. Yes, that had been forgotten. Although the ranking was not overly important to Ryuu, it was nice to be appreciated for his work. For the most part, he genially enjoyed being a host and the company of the other hosts. But still, to say that he wasn't curious would be a blatant lie. "Aye, you must be getting forgetful in your old age, Ushio-sama. No wonder you find yourself entering our clients," he joked gently.

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Character Portrait: Kyo "Daichi" Takizawa Character Portrait: Akito "Ryuu" Hayashi Character Portrait: Saitama "Ai" Natsu Character Portrait: Usuragi "Kami" Chiyo Character Portrait: Okudaira "Eien" Ushio
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Daichi mentally slapped himself at the way he had forgotten about the rankings so quickly. He could only stay quiet as Kami spoke about the new host, only a smirk craved his lips. A quiet laugh cutting his voice from it's silence only to be hushed once more as Ryuu spoke. 'Now, to only text Miami about Mizuki...' Daichi thought quietly as he began to text once more.

He thoughts as they went on from Mizuki and Miami, we're cut off as Ryuu commented on Eien being old. Wasn't the man only 27 or something? Did Ryuu want a death wish, because at this moment, Daichi looked nervous for the boy. Putting his phone away with a small smirk once more as his sister texted back.

"Aye aye!" Daichi groaned, misreading his text as he took it back out and reread it. "Leave it to Miami-chan to let Mizuki-chan drive on her first time to the red light district. Now their lost..." Daichi groaned out look annoyed. "Looks like they may be late." Daichi muttered, only to look at Kami quickly. "Mind telling my sister to never ever let Mizuki drive?" Daichi joked slightly as he took out a pancake and ate it quickly before texting again.

Daichi stared at the next text message he received, a smile craving on his lips as a laugh came out. "Eh, such air heads..." Daichi said with a smile, scratching the back of his head. Daichi blushed slightly, forgetting he was in the room with others. Quickly, he recovered as he texted back and shut off his phone.

Daichi could only wonder what customers little Ai would get, even though Dachi felt he shouldn't care, he ended up caring always in the end.

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Character Portrait: Kyo "Daichi" Takizawa Character Portrait: Usuragi "Kami" Chiyo Character Portrait: Okudaira "Eien" Ushio
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Ryuu smiled calmly in satisfaction as the rank were listed. He was pleased with his rank in third place. By not being the most expensive, he could still fetch a few new clients while not losing his old that could no longer afford the charge. Yes, this was good. He stood up and brushed the possible crumbs from his lap, a mysterious smile brushing his lips. "Very well, Ushio-sama. I will now take my leave of you. May the rest of your day be stress free and pleasant," he mused, bowing in respect to his manager. Straightening his back, he motioned a wave to the others in the room. "Sayounara (Good bye), my friends," he said with a smile as he left the room and descended to the Chihana.

As usual, tonight was a mystery as to who would be showing up for him to host. The mentioning of new clients interested him. The type of women that invested in the club were always a sort of surprise to him. It seemed the richer they were, the more that they expected from the hosts. On the way into the club, he slipped a rose into his breast pocket and fingered the petals softly as he nestled into his spot and awaited for his clients to arrive. Beautiful, he thought gently, pondering the flower.

Kikio Mio

Kiko entered the club nervously, her brown hair obsessively falling in front of her face. The transition from the cool outside to the warm club fogged her glasses, causing her to blink in surprise. Quickly she took they off and cleaned the think lenses, her brown eyes squinting to see without them. The was a pretty girl, but one would never suspect so behind her ancient spectacles that covered much of her face. "Aye," she sighed, realizing that she had failed to remove her laboratory coat before leaving the lab. This coat was like her second skin. She was a well renowned scientist, dedicated to her work. Perhaps too dedicated, leaving the girl introverted and alone. She replaced the glasses on her face and slipped out of the coat, draping it possessively over her arm. She glanced around the room, a small, nervous smile spreading across her face. Money was not an issue for the scientists. Finding company besides her lab specimen was. "Kami," she called softly to her named host, raising her arm up and then dropping it quickly to hold her hands protectively over her chest and lab coat. "Are you. . . are you busy?" She looked down, pushing her glasses back up on the bridge of her nose.