Masato stood looking in his large bedroom mirror while talking on the phone. He wore his school uniform which was clean and pressed. He looked down at his watch, he should be leaving home for school soon. Masato began trying to wrap up his phone conversation with, Abe Hiroshi one of his clients.
http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l52 ... posite.jpgHiroshi was a middle aged Japanese business man who often frequented the host club that Masato works at. Masato didn’t usually like to give his cell phone number to his clients, however Hiroshi was pretty kind and made a very good impression on Masato when they first met. Hiroshi enjoyed Masato’s company and paid much money to make visiting him frequently more possible.
“I miss you Masato. When will and we see each other again hm?” Hiroshi asked in a cool yet innocent manner.
“Soon Hiro-chan, soon. No worries okay? How about you stop by the club tonight? We can have drinks.” Masato replied with a smile.
“Sounds wonderful Masato-kun. I look forward to it.” Hiro replied with a quiet giggle.
“Sorry, but I have to let you go Hiro-chan. I’ve school to go to now.” Masato smoothly said to Hiroshi who was always lulled by Masato’s speaking voice.
“Alright Masato-kun, have a good day and learn lots! Hehe” Hiroshi said while snickering. He was totally happy to talk to Masato in this manner. To him, it was like actually dating Masato, whom he grew to care much about.
“See you later then ,Hiro-chan.” Masato said milotically as he ended the phone call. He took a second to stare at his phone with a fading smile. His phone charms dangled as he stood in reflection. Masato gathered his things and hurried out of the door.
Masato liked to take the train to school rather than get a ride. It gave his artistic eye a chance to spot things, critique the world around him, and his mind a chance to reflect without anyone’s interference. He stood on the crowded Tokyo train staring out of the window in a melancholy fashion. As the train passed the tall buildings and the many people bustling about the busy Tokyo streets, he couldn’t help but think, do I really belong where I’m placed now?
Masato arrived at Tokyo private academy. He walked quietly toward the building as his peers bowed respectfully to him. He would bow slightly as well in response to them and never without a smile. Some of the girls gossiped about his handsome elegance and ethnic background while the boys tried to figure out if he was competition for them in dating girls. Masato didn’t mind all of the fuss so much he was used to being singled out, in both praise and persecution. He was an elite student compare to most students and they dare not mess with him for being half Korean like in the past.
Masato proceeded to his first class. On the way saw Kyoya and Rina from afar. They always looked so cute together. Everyone envied their relationship. Masato couldn’t help but think of his host club job, the many men he entertains and acts couple-like with. It’s an act though in most cases, so it’s never the same as having someone who really cares about you. He was a little envious of them too. He wanted someone to love and to love him in return. He averted his eyes and carried on to class.
Upon reaching and entering the classroom Masato gave everyone a polite bow and then proceeded to his seat. Masato took a seat in class closest to the window. He neatly organized his belongings and began waiting for class to start. Kenji’s abrupt entrance to the classroom made Masato cringe a little. He believed there was a place for everyone and everything in life, and to Masato, kenji was in the wrong place considering his attitude toward school and his failing grades. Masato had little respect for those who don’t work for what they have, so naturally kenji’s number one rank upset Masato greatly.