Title: Scent

Author: hanashiaru 

Pairing: YabuNoo

Rating: PG-15

Summary: A whore doesn't deserve a happy life. The hell I care.

Genre: Life. Romance.

Disclaimer: Own the plot only.

AN: It’s a for koigaii , and I'm really sorry if it's... not satisfied .__. A side story of (E.R.O.H.W.) but this is Inoo Kei's PoV

My body was laying peacefully on the huge bed with a small smile plastered on my face, a soft blanket covered my naked body and it felt really comfortable. My eyes were half-opened, enjoying the morning sun light which was greeting me through the window.

And when I tilted my head to the side, I grinned widely.

Reaching out my hand to hold the thing, I laughed in satisfaction. I was holding the money which I deserved, much money for this time because I did it very well last night. I was still laughing, throwing the money up into the air and soon it fell onto my face. 

I kept laughing.

Until my throat felt like it was dying, and my laughter turned weird. No need a long time, my laughted was replaced little by little with a cry.

I cried.

Someone always shouted at me that... You were a whore, and a whore doesn’t deserve a happy life because of your dirtiness...

.

.

.

They always said I’m just too beautiful.

Then my lips were pulled, curving an elegant smile. And did you think I was happy for hearing that? Hell, no. I only gave this smile for you who would pay me with the highest price. You could say whatever things you like, if only you could fulfill my desire... and I would like to also do the same thing, with my pleasure.

I’m Kei Inoo.

From my other friends who lived in the same house with me, maybe I was the only one who could go to school. Yes, I was a college student. Architecture. It sounded cool, especially for a person who had nothing since I was five years old. But it was because I had been working since I was a child, I paid for my elementary school, Middle School, High School, and University with all my efforts. I was a whore since forever, only to reach an education and a normal life after I graduated.

I never knew about my father, yes, my mother was a single-parent. And I loved her with all my heart even though sometimes she hurt me emotionally and pshycally, but I was just thankful to her for not killing me when I was inside her.

And I was five years old when my mother died in a car accident, along with her client. Yes, she was a whore.

I didn’t cry at that time. I just couldn’t. My heart felt numb, I even didn’t know what should I do for the next of my life. There were too many people who were showing their sympathy, wondering how will I survive to live.

And yes, the leader of Trade in Children was suddenly appeared. Without talking too much, I was brought by him a new place I called a new life.

I lost my virginity when I was eight years old, a crazy man rented me for a night without caring about my age. But strangely, I was just like an obdient puppy at that time. I followed what he ordered to me, all of it. It hurt, but I only screamed in the process. After he satisfied, he just left me with the a money in my grip.

My hands were getting shivered as I checked the amount of the money. That was the first time I ever felt this such a feeling, to have money by my own effort.

Soon, I wore my clothes and trying to walk properly, got off from the room and went back home. Wandering my eyes around, I realized it was February. My eyes were glued to the children who were passing me, they were smiling and laughing happily with their friends. And somehow, I knew that they were students. I saw a big bulding that was called school at there, and with only using an instinct, I came inside of it.

“What are you doing here, child?” someone asked me.

I looked up at the woman, “I wanna study here. I want a school.”

“Eh? Where’s your parents?”

“I’m coming without parents, I’m coming here with a money. I can read, I can write, but I’m eight years old, a little too late for studying in Elementary School—but I have money! So, can I study here?”

So yeah, I finally got my first school.

The leader knew about it, and he wasn’t mind as long as I handle the payment for school by myself. For hiding my identity from the school was a hard thing to do. There was sometimes I found my teacher be my client, of course I switched my client with Chinen Yuuri at that time. The good people weren’t good as we saw.

People, my friends, always thought that I was happy for doing something like this. I sold my body and I got money, so much money. I always treated my client well, with my wide smile and I served them with all my might. Simply, I was a good whore, the best whore and mostly clients always wanted me. 

But I wasn’t happy. Nobody wanted to be a whore, just to remind you.

And this feeling was growing up when I met him.

“Get out of my face!” 

That brat. 

“GET OUT!”

“FINE!”

The boy was named Yabu Kouta, my senior even though we were in the same age—I was late for beginning my Elementary School, remember? Jerk, he was a jerk. And I cursed him for making me fall for him, yes, I fell for him. If he planned to attract my attention by always scolding me, so that successfully worked. I admit it, planned or unplanned, I simply fell in love with him. I just kept this feeling, not wanting to confess or doing something more, realizing it could be more complicated. This just a simple crush, and this feeling could be gone one day—that was I thought.

One usual night, I did my job.

And the thing that made this night worse was... when I realized that my client was having Yabu name. Cursing this world, from the thousand jerks on earth, why should be my crush’s father?! I should prepare myself for the low payment due to my lack of concentration. How could I make my client satisfy with the condition like this?!

“I hear you’re the best one, but why are you like this? Treat me well.”

Hear that?

How could I? I was in love with your son, jerk.

The morning came, and I realized that I was late for class. My client had gone and I even didn’t care. Grabbing the money that he served, I quickly wore my clothes and opened the door to get out of the room.

“You?”

Crap.

“What the hell are you doing here?! Where’s my father?”

I kept my mouth shut. 

He just took a breathe, realizing something that was related to my reputation.

“So? What are you waiting for?” I lifted my chin up, daring to stare at his face, “Go! Shout out to the world that I’m a whore! Go! Hate me! Hate me because what was I doing with your father!”

He stared at me, intense. 

“I’m sorry, Yabu.” I whimpered, closing my eyes in desperation, “I knew he was your father but...”

“Did he hurt you?” he suddenly asked an unexpected question, making me blink continously, “Inoo? Did he hurt you? You’re not his first, I ever knew people before you, he usually did something bad to them.”

“No..not really.”

Thus, I knew he wasn’t that brat...

... and I found myself fell more for him.

Days passed, and he still kept silent about my identity. There was still an awkward moment whenever our eyes met though. It was a lie if he began to put his more attention to me, however, I was the one who was making out with his father and my job was a hard thing to be forgotten. 

And somehow, I knew that he was falling for me.

“I still need money.”

Those words always escaped from my lips whenever he asked me to get out from my current life. Studying in my university was so expensive, I couldn’t pay it by only working at bakery or somewhere like that. 

“I can lend you some—“

“No.” I chuckled, “I know you’ll offer it, but, thank you. I don’t like to have any debt.”

The leader had known, that I would leave the house one day I’ve graduated. At first, he didn’t let me go because I was the one who had the highest income among the others. When Chinen Yuuri and Yamada Ryosuke joined us, it was a lucky thing for me because they began to success for replacing my position in this house. 

It was just a matter of time and I could begin my new life.

“I don’t have any choices!” One day I screamed out lungs at him, scolding him because of his forcement, “Just let me live my life!”

I never expected those words could bring his hands to grab my shoulder harshly, staring at my eyes with a scary look that I had ever seen.

“Ya—Yabu, let me go..”

“I’ll pay you...” his face drew closer to me and he began to bite my neck sensually, “I’ll pay you with the highest price, I’ll pay your cost for University and I’ll pay all your needs! I’LL PAY YOU! JUST TELL ME HOW MUCH ARE THOSE?!”

I was stunned in my position, even not realizing that my tears that unconsciously fell down from my eyes. There was no reason to refuse, there was no reason to shout or slap him because that was the face. I was a whore. A whore who was needing a money.

“Yabu..”

“Be mine. Be mine and I’ll pay you forever..”

I felt this was the way for me to get out from this dirty life. But why? Why did I feel it was very wrong? 

“I’m sorry, Kei. I love you..”

Why?

“Kouta...”

My tears were rolling down on my cheeks, and he gently brushed them away. I suddenly sobbed and he pulled my body closer, comforting me with his warm chest, “I’m... You don’t deserve someone like me..”

“All I care is I’m happy if you’re near me. Why bother, Kei?”

“I’m a whore!”

“So what?! Why?!”

“Think about everything, Kouta! My clients are knowing me, and you’re a successor of your father company and—that all would be ruined by having a relationship with me. Sure, not many people know about my job but I’ve slept with many men in this town and I’m sure they all have relation to your father! It will ruin everything, Kouta. You have your sister and mother, they’re depending on you. You know you’re father is a jerk, you won’t leave them to your father forever, right?”

He didn’t answer, somehow, I knew for bringing his sister and his mother to this topic was always killing the words.

“Someone’s cheating is usual, Kou. But for having a relationship with a whore.. it’s just..”

A kiss was cutting my words, making me stay silent for a second but I decided to welcome the kiss while feeling that the rhytim represented how desperate he was. My first kiss, purely.

If you guessed that he was stubborn, yes, he was.

A week later, his father laughed very hard when he introduced me to his family, and he shouted at me about who the real me. It seemed like his mother didn’t care anymore about her husband’s attitude, but what I care the most was his mother’s eyes. I caught a dissapoinment in her eyes, and it even made my feeling worse.

She didn’t say anything, yet it pierced my heart. But I knew what was on her mind. She had hoped that her son would choose someone better, someone who suited his role on his future company. He was her only hope after her husband lost his position on the company.

“If you find your happiness with him, then I accept him..”

I should be happy by the words, but I didn’t. I couldn’t be happy under her agony. A mother was a someone precious, I ever lost my mother and it still felt hurt. Yabu Kouta was still having his someone precious, and he hurt her feeling... and it all because of me.

Who would accept a whore to become a son-in-law?

As if someone invisible was whispering to me... You were a whore, and a whore doesn’t deserve a happy life because of your dirtiness...

“Kouta, I feel pathetic..” I said in frustation when we had left his house, “I can’t face your mother..”

He just gripped my hand strongly, but his lips didn’t move for saying something and I knew it was hard to response it.

“Kou, let’s just end this before it’ll be going too far..”

Still, he didn’t say anything but he turned my body to his side and trapped me in his embrace, a tight one. 

The most important was... I knew he really loved me.

And I was glad because I finally could smile.

***

Here I was, still laying on the bed just like the usual mornig.

Yes, I was still here, gripping the money from my client because I was doing the best last night. 

Loving someone wasn’t really meant we should always be together, I realized that. I loved him, and he loved me. It was just simple. The only matter was just.. he was there, and I was here.

... You were a whore, and a whore doesn’t deserve a happy life because of your dirtiness...

The hell I care because I was happy with the love he had been giving to me. Let me claim...

... this is a happy ending.

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