• 1-Invitation
• 2-A Glass of Water
• 3-A Proposal
• 4-My New Roommate
• 5-An Introduction to the Setting
• 6-Meet Pochi
• 7-Heated
• 8-She Will Be Loved

Alternative Universe set in present-day.

Warning(s): Rated R as of now from
violence, language, and sexual insinuations.

Boxers’ Café.

Chapter 1.

Walking
down the busy streets of Tokyo, Enishi smirked at the ladies passing by, taking
a glimpse of their swinging hips with the eyes of primal lust. He ruffled his
unruly white hair, sticking a cigarette into the corner of his parched lips.
The neon lights from businesses flashed continuously while people busy about.
The nightlife had just begun. Men clad in suits stood in line with their ten
year younger dates in wait to enter the dance clubs, chatting away. Enishi
stalked the streets, holding onto his sack on his back, making a sharp turn at
a deserted alleyway. Standing still, Enishi stared ahead.

“Come
out. Come out. Little kitty, I won’t bite you,” Enishi grinned. Out of quick
reflex Enishi caught the dagger that was aimed at his face. Throwing it back at
the moving form, he heard a yelp. Strolling towards the form on the ground, he
found a girl laying on her side, holding onto her leg.

“Well,
well, well. What have I caught?” Enishi quirked his eyebrow, smirking. She
angrily spat on his shoes as she struggled to stand up. Enishi glared at her,
but pretended as if he had never acknowledged the fact that she had just spat
on his newly bought shoes. Lighting up his cigarette, his fingers dragged it
out of his mouth as he looked down upon her.

“Why
were you following me, squirt?” The girl ignored his question, pulling the
dagger out of her calf, biting back her gasp. Enishi placed the cigarette back
into his mouth as he pulled her up by the collar of black jacket.

“Now
look here. I don’t have time to play with kids. Now either tell me why were fol following me or scram,” he growled into her face that showed defiance.

mso-bidi-font-family:"Courier New"'> “If
I find you again, I won’t be so nice,” he grinned, returning back to his
playful nature. She glared at him one last time before leaping up onto the
building and disappearing.

‘Tokyo
people need a life,’ he thought disgustedly before trudging off towards the
streets again. Slipping heft eft hand into his jacket’s pocket, he found a
card. Taking it out, he read:

You are cordially invited to:

Boxers’ Café.

4016 Akai Michi

10pm-5am

Shinomori, Ao