Heaven Far Away

@Nekoii-desu:

Thank you for the review! And I know that name is a mouthful, feel free to address me as J if you want.

I'm not too sure how much of Kazuya's history will be revealed in the main story line, but certainly details will be discussed in a future interlude that will feature Kazuya's side of the story a little bit more. With regards to the characters' names and appearances, I have decided to place a little bio for all the characters who have shown up in the story (so far) at the end of this chapter. I hope that will help you a little! However, I must admit, I still have trouble remembering everyone's names. >>

Chikamasa Gen doesn't mean "Emerald Green", sorry for the confusion. Emerald Green was actually meant as the title for the interlude. I had put Chikamasa Gen in the title just so that people will know whom the POV was from. Emerald Green was actually an allusion to Shuzo's eye color. I think all the characters in this story will have interesting and complicated ties to each other, especially those who have been in the club for a while now. I cannot hope to cover everything little detail with the main story line, thus, I decided to throw in the interludes just so some things will make more sense as characters will be alluding to them here and there.

Once again, I must say that I am dissatisfied that this site does not have those instant messaging things where I can reply to you right away. If there are any questions, feel free to ask. Thanks again! ^^
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Chapter Five - Partial Androgen Insensitivity

[Paris, France]

He stood in front of the opened doors of the French balcony and looked up at the sky. He’s seen this sky a few times in the past almost five years, but today, he counted the number of planes that’s passed in the last hour or so. Behind him, the studio apartment was bustling with activity as people moved boxes and suitcases left and right before wheeling them down the hallway and towards the elevator. Although Paris was not one of his favourite cities, but to leave here suddenly implanted a sadness in him that he didn’t think was possible.

A pair of arms wrapped around him from behind and he leaned into a familiar embrace with a content smile. “What’s wrong?”

“Nostalgia.”

“I thought you weren’t fond of Paris.”

“Perhaps it’s not Paris that I’m trying to remember, Hoshino-san.”

Hoshino remained silent for a moment before sighing and placing his chin on the smaller one’s shoulder, inhaling the scent of his ever constant Eternity by C.K. “If I could, I would have whisked you away for the rest of your life.” He murmured thickly, kissing strands of that long golden hair he’s come to love and caress for so long.

“But then, that would be against my job.”

“You can’t be a host forever.”

But being a host was all he knew.

So he turned in Hoshino’s embrace and looked up at the man who he’s spent the last almost five years with. It was hard not to feel sadness when parting with someone who’s been such a large part of his life, the only constant in all the plethora of foreign countries that he’s been in ever since he was signed onto this exclusive.

“Let us say our farewells here, Hoshino-san.”

“Chitose, I…”

“I understand.” Chitose cut him off before Hoshino could go on further. He truly understands. For the past year when this decision was mauled over and made, Chitose’s seen every little bit of his struggles. To have walked to such a stage today, Chitose was not unprepared, but perhaps it hasn’t quite been digested completely yet. “We will see each other again, Hoshino-san, I’m sure of that. After all, you did give me quite a number of invitations to your wedding.”

Hoshino smiled and nodded his head, the arms that he had around Chitose loosened so his hand could thread through Chitose’s long golden hair, feeling the texture between his fingers once again. Then he leaned forward and lightly kissed Chitose equally golden pair of eyes. “My golden angel, it has been the greatest pleasure and honour of my life to have been able to call you mine for the past four years and three months. Have a safe trip back to Japan. If you ever need anything, I’ll always be just a call away.”

Chitose smiled and wrapped his arms around Hoshino’s neck to draw closer for one last time. “As will I.”

Japan, a land that he’s last stepped on almost two years ago. However, that was only for a brief week of visit due to an emergency. And now, Chitose knew that he will have to pick up the pieces of his life that he’s left behind almost five years ago.

Will you still be the same?

[Japan, Opiate]

What’s with this strange atmosphere? Surely all three people’s thoughts were about the same thing. Gen sat sipping his tea; it was his choice of beverage no matter the time of the day. And even if it’s close to midnight, it was still his choice of beverage. Shuzo was lounging around on the floor flipping through the T.V. channels with a rhythmic clicking of the buttons. Kazuya sat opposite of Gen and counted the number of lines on the ink painting screens that Gen had scattered around the room.

Seven hundred and sixty three.
Seven hundred and sixty four.
Seven hundred and sixty fi…

“How long are you going to hang around here?!” Finally, Gen put down his cup of tea and directed his gaze at Kazuya.

“Eh? Ah, well…” Kazuya attempted to give a laugh and wanted to bypass the answer like so. However, Gen was not someone who tolerated nonsense. Even though Shuzo has finally returned earlier this week, that didn’t mean Gen will be turning timid any time soon.

“Get out.”

“Ah, but Gen-san!”

“Out.”

“Kazuya-chan, you better do as he says, or else you will witness a level four hurricane within the next ten seconds.” Shuzo commented casually from his spot on the floor. Yes, he would know all about it, wouldn’t he?

“But, I’m in a pinch here; you have to help me out!”

“I give you three seconds.” Gen started and his fingers have already tightened on the tea cup that he was drinking from. This was a new set of course, after he had thrown a couple at Ren not long ago, the host club had promptly shipped a new set to his room soon after. “One.”

“Gen-san…”

“Two.”

Kazuya quickly scrambled to his feet and headed for the door. Even after it was closed after him, he wasn’t sure if he was completely safe yet. My, everyone in this host club is so terrifying when they mean it! Now, where could he go next? He stepped into the elevator and pondered at the line of numbers that have been presented to him. He pressed for the twenty-fifth floor and waited for the descend. All the hosts were allowed to choose their own floor other than the fifty-fifth, which was where the owner resided.

When the elevator doors slid open, Kazuya bounced out and over to the only room that he’s been into on this floor. Shoto Ren answered the door after a couple of knocks; his expression was no warmer than Gen’s when he chased Kazuya out.

“What do you want?”

“Can I stay with you for a bit?”

“No.”

“Ren-san…” Kazuya was defeated by how straight forward he is.

“Go bother someone else.”

“Like whom?” Oooh, a ray of hope?

“I don’t know. Go bother Takumi.”

“Takumi-san has an order tonight.”

“Then go bother that Bakusui.”

Kazuya was silent and Ren looked at him for a long moment before a smirk appeared on his lips. The hair on the back of Kazuya’s neck stood up and he inched away slowly. “Oh what is this? Do I catch a coward trying to run away from his duties? Let me call Bakusui and…”

Before Ren could even finish his sentence, Kazuya had already turned and made his mad dash for the elevators. Once inside, he realized that he didn’t know anyone else in this club well enough to go barging in. Since he was still in training, he’s only been associating with those hosts who have been ranked to learn from them. The other hosts who work for the club have been introduced to him, but he’s never had much association with them.

Without a choice, he pressed another button and waited. This would be his last line of defence before he will have to submit to his fate for this night.

However, his hopes were crashed at the door.

“Ah, Konbayoshi is not in tonight. I’ll deal with your problems instead.” Haruno’s smiling face greeting Kazuya at the door and the host in training blinked at him for a few seconds.

“Not in?”

“Mmhmm. He went back to his family home tonight to clean up.”

“Clean up?” Kazuya was a parrot, selectively repeating Haruno’s sentences.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because he will have a guest tomorrow.”

“But that doesn’t mean he has to go clean himself.”

“That’s because the guest will be staying at his family home for a bit.”

“Che, what a fastidious guest. Couldn’t he stay in a hotel or something?” This unknown guest was killing Kazuya’s hopes.

Haruno laughed and patted Kazuya’s shoulder. “No, because Konbayoshi couldn’t possibly let him stay in a hotel, and his apartment in the city is a bit too small for two people to stay in comfortably.”

So after he reassured Haruno that nothing was wrong, Kazuya walked back to the elevators with more questions and worries inside his head. Who was this guest? Was this person so important that the owner has to go and personally clean up his family home? Wait a minute! Kazuya didn’t even know that the owner had more than one home.

Ah, there were still so much to learn about him!

Kazuya made his way back onto the forty-ninth floor reluctantly and with a pounding heart. It’s been almost two hours past the time that he was supposed to meet with Bakusui, but he just couldn’t bring himself to tonight’s training session. At Gen’s door, he sent it an ominous glare to signify his displeasure with having been kicked out. However, he wasn’t brave enough to go inside and face a level four hurricane.

Finally, he knocked on Bakusui’s door and waited with his head bowed. He counted the seconds and prayed to all deities that Bakusui was out for the evening. Of course, his prayers went unheard for the door opened and Bakusui looked at him with an impassive face. “So you finally found my room.”

Kazuya didn’t even have the guts to lift his head.

“Come.” With that, Bakusui turned and entered his room. Kazuya looked up at the open door and took his steps inside, remembering to close it behind him. Bakusui’s presence reminded him of his job and what he said he was to accomplish. However, when the time was here, he began having doubts about his own abilities. Maybe he wasn’t as cut out for this as he thought he was.

He stood in the middle of the room and toyed with the hem of his shirt nervously. Bakusui first turned off the T.V. and then dimmed the lights before walking towards him. The trainer was already dressed in a bathrobe, and his damp hair was indicative of a shower. Bakusui’s hand touched his face and Kazuya’s heart sped up exponentially.

“Relax; this is a part of training.”

How was it possible for someone to relax under such conditions? Kazuya wondered how many people Bakusui’s said that to, and how many times it’s actually had the desired effect on them. His thoughts were interrupted when Bakusui’s fingers tipped up his head and the trainer leaned down for a kiss. So far, Kazuya could let his reflex do the job. He closed his eyes willingly and returned the kiss.

This is a part of training. He chanted that mantra inside his head.

After a moment, Bakusui pulled back and looked at him. “As a host, you need to please your client at all times. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“First, you will begin by ridding yourself of clothes.”

Kazuya nodded and Bakusui let go of his chin so Kazuya could step back and undress himself. He didn’t know what he should begin with first, his shirt or his pants? In the end, he chose to unbutton his shirt.

“Look at me.”

Bakusui’s commanding tone had Kazuya lift his head immediately. Under the trainer’s unmoving gaze, he unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off of him to let it pool at his feet. His face flushed with embarrassment when he reached for his pants and then his underwear. Kazuya has stood naked before Bakusui previously, but this time, it was that much more nerve wrecking.

“That was like a robot taking off his clothes.” Bakusui commented and indicated for him to put his clothes back on. “Try that again.”

So Kazuya practiced the art of undressing again and again, each time his fingers becoming less nervous. Bakusui had wanted to be enticed, like how Kazuya would entice a client. Unknown to Bakusui, it was the owner’s face who Kazuya had imagined the entire time while taking off his clothes, putting them back on, and taking them off again.

“Okay, that’s enough. Go lie on the bed.”

And the nerves that Kazuya’s worked hard to restrain came back again, and for a second, he was sure that he didn’t even know how to walk. He walked naked to the bed and positioned himself on it. This was the first time that Bakusui’s attempted to move to this stage of training with him. Kazuya didn’t know how the other hosts were like, but he knew that it will take the entire night if not more with how rigid every limb was.

“Are you a corpse?” The trainer appeared at the bed side and looked at his posture. “There is a very rare pool of people who are interested in necrophilia, hosts of this club do not entertain that fetish.” His hand touched Kazuya’s leg and spread it open just a notch, same with the other leg. “You’re trying to entice the client, not to scare him away.” His hand then traveled upward to touch Kazuya’s chin once again. “Come.”

And obeyed.

Kazuya knew what Bakusui wanted him to do next. Shifting on the bed, he made sure that his legs were still spread like how Bakusui had positioned them seconds ago. Kazuya’s hands touched the knot that held Bakusui’s robe together and slowly tugged it loose. He didn’t bother taking it off of Bakusui, instead, he ran his hand down that taut stomach and touched the nest of pubic hair that tickled his fingers.

Would this be what the owner would feel like as well?

Kazuya’s fingers wrapped around a still flaccid penis and stroked it from base to tip and back down. He recalled the lessons that Bakusui had taught him previously and remembered the sensitive zones that he had pointed out. Bakusui tensed when Kazuya opened his mouth to accommodate his length. The hot and slick cavern worked with the hormones that surely have began coursing throughout this body. He parted his bathrobe further and Kazuya took that as a sign to take him completely into his mouth. One inch at a time, he let Bakusui’s member into his mouth and massaged the head with the muscles of his throat.

All was the product of Bakusui’s training.

“Look at me.”

And he did. Kazuya flicked his eyes upwards to catch the trainer’s gaze. It was one of the first lessons taught to him, keep eye contact with the client at all times. Even if it was at a moment like this.

Bakusui reached over and pinched a nipple between his index finger and thumb, Kazuya’s eyes widened and a muffled gasp of surprise sounded from the back of his throat. That lightest touch of vibration had Bakusui narrowing his gaze. He let go of Kazuya’s nipple and moved his hand lower, touching Kazuya’s cock and mimicking what the host-in-training had done moments ago.

Eventually, the trainer touched Kazuya’s chin and slid himself out of Kazuya’s mouth. The younger one leaned back against the pillows and looked up at him with hazy eyes. His face was flushed and lips were swollen from the sucking.

“That’s a good expression to have.”

Was that a compliment?

Bakusui parted Kazuya’s leg and settled himself in between, like he would with a client, like he would with any other host he had trained. Kazuya’s breath was laboured when Bakusui settled so close to him. He felt the care that the trainer treated with him, but it wasn’t the care that he was looking for. Bakusui was just careful to not damage the body of a future host, but there was nothing else. Kazuya closed his eyes and focused, he imagined that this was the owner instead. It was the owner touching him so provocatively; it was the owner kissing his most intimate parts.

His entire being froze up and tensed when Bakusui’s lubricant coated finger touched his anus, out of reflex, he recoiled. “No, don’t!” He remembered when he was living on the streets and how those men had plunged into him without a care.

“Shhh, relax.” Bakusui held him still but stopped his actions.

Kazuya wondered if he was going to hyperventilate any second now. At this moment, he could no longer lie to himself. He was scared. On top of being scared, he couldn’t stand the thought of having sex with a stranger when his heart belonged to another.

“No, Bakusui-sama, I can’t do this. Please.” Tears were already leaking into his words.

“Relax; it’ll be worse if you’re so tense.” Apparently, Bakusui’s dealt with many who’s uttered the same words before. He held Kazuya still and touched the puckered hole again, smearing more lubricant over it. With time, regardless of how both could remember that this was about training, neither felt that way any longer. Kazuya caved in to his own fears, he didn’t care if Bakusui would report this to the owner; he just knew that his heart and his body could not be separated.

“Kazuya, relax. I know what I’m doing.”

But I don’t know what I’m doing!

“No! No! No!” He muttered that word again and again, shaking his head furiously and thrashing beneath the other with all his might. He couldn’t. Not when he could still remember how those men had treated him previously. And especially not when he wanted the owner’s touches for such an intimate act rather than some trainer’s. A trainer who didn’t even care who he slept with for the sake of training, for the sake of being a good host.

Kazuya didn’t know whether Bakusui’s lost the mood or he took pity on such tears, but the trainer did not push any further. Instead, he just laid a kind hand on Kazuya’s cheek and muttered incoherent words to calm the bawling one. If one day, Kazuya would even look back on this, he would truly say that the trainer was more soft-hearted than he let on.

So what was supposed to be the final stages of training unravelled and they were back at square one. Kazuya clutched at Bakusui’s bathrobe and sobbed against him, Bakusui didn’t know whom he should feel sorry for.

“This is the second time something like this has happened.” The trainer said wistfully after Kazuya had calmed down somewhat.

“I’m sorry, Bakusui-sama. It’s not you, it’s me.”

The trainer merely patted him on the back. “I think you should reconsider becoming a host.” He said calmly. “If you cannot even do this with me, then you definitely cannot do this with a client.”

“No!” Kazuya recoiled and looked at him with a pitiful face. “I can do it! I know I can! Please don’t give up on me!”

Bakusui looked at him and sighed. “I’ve already let one host get off easy because he was crying and screaming as well. I can’t let another one off easy.” Gen was an exception because Bakusui was not himself that night either. He had felt bad for how he had approached the situation and decided that neither would be at a good place to try and remedy that fact. “One way or another, this will have to be done.” Imagine if Kazuya had done that in the bed of a client. Opiate would be closed the next day.

Kazuya stayed curled up against the trainer, still shaking lightly even after his sobs have died down.

That night, after he finally stopped crying, Bakusui left him there and disappeared. Kazuya felt embarrassed for what had taken place. It had seemed like Bakusui was trying to rape him when he should have just spread his legs wide open and gotten it over with. The rules and terms were spelled out for him clearly when he signed the contract with the owner, but…

Konbayoshi Takahiro.

Kazuya wasn’t sure whether he could give away this last little piece of himself just to be close to him. That elusive number one spot, will it really offer him what he has been looking for? Or will it just be another title that the owner wouldn’t give a second thought about?

He drifted in and out of sleep, rolling and tossing in dreams of his past mingled with dreams of what looked like a future that didn’t contain his happiness either.

The next morning, he woke up with swollen eyes and a battered face. He made sure to clean up Bakusui’s room as the only offer of apology he could give at this point. The trainer had made clear the point that his training will have to be continued one way or another, Kazuya knew that he had to be ready for the next time. Stepping out of Bakusui’s room, he headed for his own room several floors lower to put on his page boy uniform. Even though he ruined one part of training, this part was still very much in place. The early morning went by listlessly, if there were clients staying over, they usually don’t get up to leave until the early afternoon. And there were rarely clients who came in at such an early hour to look for a host.

Near noon, a limousine pulled up outside the revolving doors and Kazuya perked up immediately. He almost wanted to slap his cheeks so he could be more alert. He watched as the driver rounded the limousine and opened up the back door, a leg stepped out and eventually a full body appeared. At the door, Kazuya froze in utter and complete shock when he saw the face of that someone.

It was her!
The girl in that photograph with Haruno and the owner!

She led the way with the driver behind her wheeling in large suitcases. Her golden hair and golden eyes shone underneath the sun. She was simply captivating!

Ah, here she comes!

“Good day.”

Kazuya’s mind broke down and his eyes widened when he was addressed.

“I see this place hasn’t changed much. Do you mind getting these suitcases up to my room, and then…”

Words went on but Kazuya could only stare. He had thought that this was the woman from the picture he saw in Haruno’s home. However, when this person spoke, although his voice was quiet, it was indistinctly male.

Definitely male.

“It’s you!”

And everything around him stopped. Kazuya didn’t know what came over him. He sprung forward and placed both of his hands on this person’s chest, his fingers furthered aided by groping that flat chest.

Flat chest.

He looked up at an equally shocked face.

Then, the woman from the picture… is actually a man.

“You… are a man…”

To be continued...

Author's Notes:

It had occured to me -after someone's thoughtful question- that the basic statistics of the characters were never given. Here, please allow me to offer a rough sketch of what each character looks like. The below is a list of all the characters who have shown up, as more characters are introduced, I will remember to place their bio up as well. Thank you.

Ito Kazuya
- Host in training at Opiate
- Age: 20 Height 168cm
- Blonde hair/brown eyes

Konbayoshi Takahiro
- Owner of Opiate
- Age: 35 Height: 185cm
- Black hair/dark blue eyes

Haruno Shouhei
- Manager of Opiate
- Age: 35 Height: 183cm
- Auburn hair/green eyes

Bakusui Eiji
- Trainer of Opiate
- Age: 40 Height: 190cm
- Light brown hair/hazel eyes

Hisayuki Takumi
- Number one seme of Opiate
- Age: 25 Height: 183cm
- Brown hair/blue eyes

Shoto Ren
- Number two seme of Opiate
- Age: 23 Height: 188cm
- Black hair/brown eyes

Toudo Chitose
- Number one uke of Opiate
- Age: 27 Height: 170cm
- Long golden hair/golden eyes

Chikamasa Gen
- Number two uke of Opiate
- Age: 19 Height: 168cm
- Black hair/blue eyes

Hoshino Ichiro
- Fashion Designer, client of Opiate
- Age: 40 Height: 180cm
- Brown hair/brown eyes

Shuzo Akihito
- Model, client of Opiate
- Age: 24 Height: 185cm
- Blonde hair/green eyes

Akeno Masato
- Actor, client of Opiate
- Age: 17 Height: 170cm
- Hair color varies with each role/light blue eyes

Haruno Narumi
- Haruno Shouhei's wife
- Age: 32 Height: 170cm
- Black hair/blue eyes