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This Daikeru/Tasuke is for Dream-chan's contest. Enjoy it and please review. Also note that the Digimon stuff never happened, nor is there any digimon.

Twilight Love
Chapter 1: Life as a Drifter

Hoboes, bums, vagrants, beggars, loafers, and drifters - words describing people I never thought I would be around. My mother always told me it was a way of life and that becoming like would be a disgrace to the family name. Was I a disgrace now? Yes, yes I was.

The thought of ending up on the street as a child was not even there; like many, I had been an innocent angel for the first portion of my life, exceeding until I was fourteen, the year I began high school. They say high school is the best time of your life, and it was, but it also screwed me over in the long run. Girls, drugs, and alcohol consumed the few years of high school, leaving me with a limited education and poor grades. My brother always said I would regret the way I acted, but was he one to talk? Surely he had the grades, but he was in a devious band that was into everything I was. There was also the matter of his boyfriend, Taichi, and it wasn't oblivious to anyone how intimate they were.

Did he disgrace the family name? No, not at all. Somehow through his talents of writing wonderful poetry for song lyrics, playing his guitar and singing, he was able to attend the best university in Japan. That's the last I've heard of Yamato in the past year, and it's all I could take. My mother treated me harshly for not succeeding as well as her eldest. It made me sick. Yamato got everything and I have nothing, stuck on the streets while he's in a fancy dormitory. I have no one while he fucks - no wait, he would say make love - to his boyfriend. I can't be open about my sexuality while he flaunts it around, being proud. So maybe I don't know how much has changed in the past year, but I do bet much hasn't.

I wonder if he has a job. I do not, but I'm in the process of looking for one now. It may take a while for me to find one, mainly due to my appearance. The blonde, angelic hair I once held as a youth was now dirty and scraggly. It had been a few weeks since I took a shower; the last time I had to sneak into a woman's hotel and take a one. Needless to say, she came back and found quite a surprise when she approached the washroom. She also had screamed and I ran naked onto the streets.

The sky was cloudy and I was thankful for the coolness; I really didn't feel like searching for a job whilst the sun shot brightly. Not too many people swarmed the streets either, another bonus for the unfavorable weather. The sun was beginning to set and my stomach growled for food; not like I would actually receive any though. The only time I usually found myself with a meal was in the morning, when I could spend a fair amount of rush hour outside with a coffee cup and hoping someone would drop at least a few yen into the paper container.

At the moment, I stood before a new street. I was what you call a drifter, one who would hitchhike to the next inhabited community when things turned unfavorable. Most would frown upon me and earning a job would be like trying to fly. When that occurred, I would simply pack my duffel bag and move on.

There were bright lights beginning to flash and show sleazy hotels, casinos, and bars with the occasional exotic dancer signs attached, which gave me the impression that this was the lower area of town; a perfect place for me to fit in. The previous towns I had been to were full of rich, classy people who had nothing better to do than chase out the lower class , as they would say. I suppose more populated cities were an advantage to live in rather than the small, rich towns. However, sometimes it was the opposite: the populated cities were richer and the smaller towns poorer. It all depended on the region and kind of work it provided.

I roamed my pockets for any sign of money and took out the little change I had. It was a smoke I desired and it would be easy enough to bum one off some sucker for the amount of money I had, but I decided it against it; food was what I really needed. What I desired and what I needed were two different things, and I found it difficult forcing myself to choose what was best for me over what appealed.

One of the buildings I passed was an erotic dancer's club called All You Want. This one seemed more quiet and empty, and for this reason I was about to oppose entering. Somehow, I always managed to somehow be the outcast within small crowds. It wasn't hard to notice that the other places were really packed with lineups. I didn't understand why, so the thought to inspect what was so dismal about this place for it to not be piling with people won me over.

The odor definitely must have an impact because this place smelled a mixture of sweat, alcohol and smoke. It was small, which must have caused the stench to vigorously stand out, but of the small combination of males and females littering the place, none seemed to be bothered. Either that, or they were too aroused or depressed - whatever feeling that caused them to come to a place like this - to care.

The dancers might be worth it if I were actually looking for pleasure in my life. Surely everyone looks for another person to be with, but I'm content with being single if this is how it is meant to be. There were three females on the stage, all with pleasant looking bodies and perky breasts. Something did strike me as odd, but I couldn't lay my finger on it. Anyhow, they were dancing to music that gave a certain sexual feeling, and I was beginning to become intoxicated because of it. All right, point given to why many weren't bothered by the odor.

I was about to take a seat when a hand rested upon my shoulder, and a voice said, There you are. Why are you so late?

I turned around and in the process, flinging the hand off my shoulder.

That's no way to treat your new boss, the man said, crossing his arms.

I was confused, and yet, the idea of having a boss thrilled me; a boss equaled money. Although there was still the matter of this man having the wrong person and what my job actually would be, I was excited.

Hurry up into the dressing rooms. You'll be on after the next group, which is in a half hour or so, so hurry up, he said, pointing to a set of doors marked with a dingy sign Employees Only'. He was about to turn, but asked, What's your name again?

Uh Tak-

Never mind. Just go get changed. The man turned abruptly before I could even finish saying my name or get a good look at him. I really only noticed the cigarette butt hanging from his mouth and his hoarse voice.

I began heading towards the unknown: the employees room to change. It occurred to me that I was most likely going to see many naked woman and the idea excited me a little, but it also made me think of the price paid. I would either be kicked out and shouted at or arrested. Either way, it may be worth seeing the woman.

The door stood before me and I sighed, clamping my eyes shut as I turned the knob. I expected screaming, but nothing of that sort occurred. I saw what I never expect to in my entire life: six half-naked men stood before me, either fixing make up or dressing. My jaw fell open and I stared at a set of implanted breasts on the one man facing me. Another two men were fighting over a mirror with lipstick in their hands, and the other three were adjusting their outfits.

Who are you?

I looked towards the voice that called and found myself staring at a teen no older than myself with spiky red hair and deep chocolate eyes. He was the most attractive one out of the lot, having no implanted breasts or makeup applied.

I uh...

Get out. This is the change room, he said, pointing towards the door.

A man sent me in here saying he's my boss-

Daisuke, I thought the boss hired another girl since the only one left here is Ayaka, one - whose fake breasts I had witnessed - said.

I'm the one who hired and it certainly wasn't this person, he, I presume to be Daisuke, said.

We need someone on the next set, another said.

The other five agreed and Daisuke turned around, calling, Ayaka, what do you think?

A feminine voice shouted back, I was hoping to dance with a girl, but if this guy is cute, then sure. I'll be out in a moment.

Daisuke turned back and said, He is cute enough, and is lanky enough to pass for a girl-

I'm not lanky, I said, scowling.

All right. Whatever. Let's just find you an outfit to dance in.

But I don't have breasts, I said quietly, feeling slightly embarrassed because of the other men, who were all dressed in provocative outfits that displayed their set of implanted breasts or - what appeared to be - fake cotton breasts.

Then stuff. It doesn't matter; no one cares if you're a woman or not. You can just do a pole dance and not strip, Daisuke said. Come with me and I'll show you a room to change in.

We get rooms? Then how come those guys changed in the open? I asked, gripping my worn duffel bag tighter and following Daisuke down a corridor. We began walking up stairs, which left me believing this place was a lot larger than I originally thought.

Because those guys like fooling around, Daisuke replied, sighing. You have no idea how annoying they are.

I merely nodded, not really wanting to find out. He led me into a tiny room that had a small closet space and dresser with a mirror. It wasn't that glamourous, but it was nice to be in a room that I could savor for a few minutes by myself.

I don't suppose you shave, Daisuke pondered, looking through the outfits in the closet.

I shook my head, still feeling unsure. Would I really have to dance? The thought caused a lump to form in my throat and I began to try clearing it.

Don't be so nervous. You'll be on stage for five minutes - tops, Daisuke said, smiling as he pulled out an outfit. This will do. We'll just stuff you so that the top fits.

I don't think I want to do this, especially not with that on, I said, setting down my duffel bag. You can just wait for the other chick to show up and we'll pretend we never met.

Don't tell me you're scared. If you put this on, Mr. Fujiama will eat you right up and give you a ¥3800 tip.

Are you serious? I immediately had taken the lingerie set out of Daisuke's grasp.

He laughed and nodded, handing me a pair of shoes to match. What's your name anyway?

I replied, taking off my shirt.

He was staring at my chest and I couldn't help but smirk until I realized he saw naked bodies everyday. At least I assume this because of the way he's so comfortable with the others.



I don't give out last names. I slowly put my arms through the straps and began trying to clasp the two ends together.

If you're going to work here, then you will, he said sternly, crossing his arms.

I replied shortly, too preoccupied with the clasp to offer anything else, such as an apology or to hand out more information about myself.

Are you over eighteen? He looked really serious for a reason I didn't understand. Maybe he has gotten caught with this before.

I nodded, still trying to hook the clasp. The serious expression still lingered on his face when I asked, Do you dance?

No. My old man owns the place and I help out with the production every evening, he replied. Do you want some help with that?

I nodded, blushing slightly. I couldn't be that embarrassed, could I? He knows I've never done anything like this before, let alone be able to clasp a weird hook. It's a wonder how woman put these things on. Still, I wonder why I felt so embarrassed? He is really attractive and seems nice enough, but I could do better.

After finishing his task, I beckoned him to turn around and began striping down my jeans and underwear. I couldn't help but notice I really needed to wash, but ignored that as I slipped on the bottom of the lingerie. Surprisingly, it fit, which puzzled me.

How would you know this would fit?

The guy before you who recently quit had a similar figure to you, Daisuke said, tilting his head and staring at me.

You mean another guy actually wore this before? I asked, peeling a piece of it away from me and making an expression on my face that must have looked like I ate raw liver.

Sorry, but it's all we have. When we get you set to work here, we can buy you your own outfits to dance in, he said, smiling.

When I work here...? Was he for real? Would I actually have a job here to look forward to after tonight? That meant I would have to make a really good impression in order to keep working here.

Daisuke nodded and looked at his wrist. Shit! You're on in about a minute. We've got to get you downstairs to work with Ayaka and Yuuta on stage.

Whose Yuuta? I asked as I followed him back downstairs and through the corridor.

He's um... I'll point him out because you won't get who I'm talking about.

You're probably right, I said, frowning slightly. Would I want to work with these cross dressing guys? How does Daisuke put up with it? And Ayaka? Maybe I'll ask the girl later, after we finish dancing.

Daisuke pointed out one of the men who were trying to apply lipstick in front of the mirror as Yuuta. He was fairly attractive, though it was almost a turn off for me to see him in a skimpy dress. Ayaka, on the other hand, was extremely sexy. I wish I could be one of the men out there in the crowd watching her, rather than be in the entertainment myself.

Three men came through a door that I could see leading to the stage and I recognized them as the three who had been fixing their outfits earlier.

Ayaka went on stage, followed by Yuuta and me. She took a place in the middle of the stage and Yuuta danced past her to the pole on the right, whilst I stole the one on the left. It took a few moments to grasp what I was doing, but I soon glanced at Yuuta and began following his moves to the point where it was almost easy for me to guess what he would do next.

The feelings I held were a mix between anxiety and anticipation. The crowd seemed to eat me up like a fresh piece of meat, putting money into my bottom at every chance they got. That feeling of having cold, hard cash was unbelievable, but even more so was the attention it fed me. People whistled and shouted of how I was and how I danced - the screaming left my heart beating with anticipation. The anxiety came from a fear of messing up a move or tripping, but the feeling soon left and replaced with a dizziness. The music was somewhat loud (not loud enough to feel the beat through the floor), but that and the mixture of whistling and few people shouting to take off the clothing could probe anyone to feeling lightheaded.

The song ended and Yuuta and Ayaka bent over a last time, seemingly to collect whatever more money they could, just as I did. More hands found there way into my bottoms and squeezed areas of my body that a lover usually does.

I found myself standing and hoping that I would get the opportunity to do this again soon.

End of Chapter 1


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