lilly0 (lilly0) wrote,

High Society Walkthrough Chapter 1

Title: High Society Walkthrough CHAPTER 1 (of 10)
Pairing: Juntoshi, guests by Aiba, Sho, Nino
Beta: [info]chibieminachan (Thanks dear!! You are amazing! <3)
Rating: PG-13 (for this chapter)
Genre: AU, romance

Disclaimer: I don't own them or anything else JE-related. But the story is mine of course^^
Matsumoto Jun, the once-to-be successor of his father’s important fashion business, is already a mogul himself. Known as the young fashionable guy he is on top of the lists of the most wanted singles and the first to be invited to the most important parties of high society.
Ohno Satoshi is a young, humble man, working part-time to earn some money, while he is trying to follow his dream to become an artist. His life changes when he gets to know that he is the long lost grand-child of the country's most important music producer.
During a high society party they meet: Jun who is forced to play a specific role in this society, while his dreams are buried deep beneath his surface, and Ohno, who has just been thrown into this life and struggles to find his path.
Requested by kenshinzen in THIS post. And turned into a Multi-chapter by me :D  I hope you will like it!! ^_______^

“Get out of my bed already!” Jun snorted, trying to sound angry, while rather feeling amused. “What are you even doing here?”

“Your father invited my parents over.” Aiba snuggled into Jun’s pillow. “I came along.” He frowned. “I thought you would be happy to see me!”

“I am.” Jun rolled his eyes. “Just not when you’re lying in my bed... with dirty street clothes on.”

Aiba grinned for a moment. “Want me to take them off?” he asked in both a playful and seductive tone.

Jun almost choked on his laughter. “No, please, spare me.”

Aiba sat up again. “No, honestly Jun. Where did you get your bed-linen from? The fabric is so soft… and light.”

“My mother bought it from Paris.” Jun explained.

“Uh.” Aiba winced a bit. “Then I better get out of it. Your mother is like you… a bit scary.”

“She is not.” Jun laughed, but felt relieved that Aiba was finally lying on his sofa instead of his bed. He inspected Aiba’s figure closely. “Seriously Masaki, it’s not that I care that much… but do you really want to wear those clothes for tonight’s cocktail party?”

Aiba sighed. “I don’t have any other clothes…”

Jun smirked. “That’s a joke, right? Because unfortunately my mother just told me today that you went shopping with your mother during your trip to London.”

“But the clothes don’t fit me. I’m more the casual fashion type.” Aiba complained. “Honestly… I’m not the High Fashion type.”

“That’s not true.” Jun argued. “It’s more that you’re not the Burberry type.”

“But I love Burberry fashion designs!”

“But apparently Burberry designs don’t love you.”

“Thanks a lot, Jun. You are so charming.”

“You’re welcome.” Jun grinned a bit. “Here, you can have my Fendi shirt. It’s new, I didn’t wear it.”

In Aiba’s eyes there was a sparkle of hope. “Isn’t the design too colorful and crazy?”

“Yeah for me.” Jun smirked. “But for you it’s just perfect…” He laughed when Aiba threw a pillow into his direction.

Aiba smiled happily, standing up to grab the shirt before he stripped off his own. He didn’t even care if Jun was watching or not. They’d known each other since forever after all. He sighed, not believing that this would be his look. But to his surprise, it did look perfect on him.

“Wow.” Jun joked a bit. “I didn’t know that you can actually look hot.” He chuckled when Aiba glared at him. “No really Masaki, you look really good.”

Aiba blinked when he realized that Jun really meant what he was saying here. A bright-red flush was crawling over his cheeks now, hence he turned around immediately so that Jun couldn’t see him. He coughed a bit, trying to chase that strange feeling away.

“Hey Jun?” he said to distract himself. “Can I borrow this belt? Its color really fits with the shirt…”

“Sure.” Jun grumbled. “Make yourself at home…”

Aiba smiled a bit. “You sure know a lot about this kind of stuff.”

“Well…” Jun sighed a bit. “That’s what I’m known for.”

“Yes.” Aiba smiled proudly, as if he was the fashion star of the nation. But Jun was his closest friend, so he was happy for him of course. “Japan’s little fashion genius. That’s kinda cool. You really have an eye for it… When I remember the awkward, little Jun from many years ago, I can’t believe you became the most wanted guest to fashion shows and presentations. They all want you to write something about them in one of these fashion magazines.”

“The writing part is actually fun.” Jun mused. “I like that…”

Aiba blinked. “Everything alright? You sound a bit tired…”

“Sorry.” Jun smiled weakly. “I didn’t sleep well.” This was actually a lie. But Jun always got tired or nervous when someone mentioned his role in society. He had never planned to have this kind of role. Aiba was… how to put it best… pure. Not innocent, but he was a bit naïve. He didn’t know how it was to grow up as the awkward, ugly son of one of the country’s most famous men. This could change a person completely… Jun was a strong character, even back then.

This was before he grew into the good-looking young man he was now. As a teenager he was forgettable.

And when he had enough of all the secret teasing, glances and the talking behind his back, he’d decided to go against these people. And he did. Just it wasn’t what he had wanted in first place.


“Thanks for helping out, Satoshi.”

Ohno bowed slightly. “Of course, Honga-san. I love this shop.”

The older man shook his head a bit. “But I’m occupying so much of your time, though I can’t pay you for your extra hours.”

“I told you already.” Ohno answered calmly. “I love this shop. I’m always pleased to help you out. So please don’t worry about me.”

The man smiled. “You’re a good guy. You will come to have dinner with me and my wife on Sunday, right? She’s missing you already.”

Ohno smiled at that, glad to be able to spend some time with a family, while he himself had no relatives anymore. “Thanks, you are too kind.”

“Now you’re the one being too polite.” Honga-san chuckled. “We’re not kind, we just enjoy your presence. We don’t have any children, you know?”

Ohno smiled sadly. “I know. It makes me very happy that you are treating me so kindly.” He had actually planned to say more but he got interrupted by someone entering the little shop. Ohno blinked when he looked at the man who was now looking at some sport clothes. He looked elegant, wearing a suit, though his whole appearance was a bit intimidating. He seemed like the type of guy who would never set a foot into such a small and cheap shop.

Honga-san swallowed nervously, apparently having similar feelings. He bowed politely in front of the man. “I’m Honga. May I help you?”

The man smiled politely. “I need a sweatshirt for my son. He specifically asked me to get them from here.”

Ohno blinked a bit. From this shop here? They weren’t even selling something special, just sportswear and some outdoor clothes. This here was a seaside town after all, nothing fancy. But this man apparently had his reasons for being here, hence Ohno approached his chief and the unknown man, bowing as well. “Which size does your son wear?”

The man tilted his head a bit. “I’m not sure.” he mused. “I’m not good with such things. But he looks about your size… Sorry, what’s your name, young man?”

“Ohno Satoshi.” Ohno answered politely.

“Ah, I see.” The man paused. “He is about your height, Ohno-san. I’m just not sure about the size.” He looked at Ohno warily. “I might ask too much from you now…”

Ohno shook his head. “Please, don’t worry. I’m eager to help you.”

“Would you put this shirt on so that I can see if it would fit him?” the man asked politely.

Ohno blinked at that strange request, but shrugged it off quickly. Maybe this was how things worked in high-class or better shops, so he took the shirt and headed to the changing room. When he came back, the man smiled contently. “I think it’s exactly his color and size…”

When Ohno had changed back into his normal clothes again, the man grabbed the shirt. “I’ll buy it.”

“Wait.” Honga-san smiled a bit. “I’ll give you a new one.”

“No that’s okay. I’ll take this one.”

Ohno actually felt like opposing this because he’d just worn that shirt, but something about this man was so intimidating that he decided to not talk back to him. So he took the shirt, put it in a bag and gave it to the man.

“Thanks.” The man smiled, bowing a bit. “By the way, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Sakurai.” He smiled an inscrutable smile. “We might see each other again.”

When he had left Ohno and his chief stayed quiet for a moment, then Ohno cleared his throat. “That was… a bit strange, don’t you think Honga-san?”

“I agree.” Honga shifted around a bit. “I don’t know why… but there is something that makes me feel uncomfortable.”

“You mean about Sakurai-san?”

“No, that’s not it. It’s more… about the way he acted.” Honga-san paused. “There was something suspicious about it. Why did he take the used shirt? The one you wore? A man from such a high class wouldn’t do that. Why did he even come here? It’s not like we’re in any way popular. And then when he left… the strange things he said. That we would see him again…”

“Might.” Ohno mumbled. “He said ‘might’. Maybe that’s some sort of phrase rich people use? Maybe he was treating us just like his business partners? He didn’t seem impolite or disgusted by us, right? Maybe his son was here once in summer and has some nice memories with this shop… like, for example, he met a girl.”

“Maybe you’re right.” Honga mused. “I might’ve been thinking too much about this.”


When Sakurai-san returned to his car, the driver opened the door to the back seats. Sakurai nodded politely, before he sat down next to a young man.

"So? What happened? Was he there? Don’t tell me I was wrong.”

“No need to worry, Sho.” The man smiled a bit. “Now I finally understand your excitement.”

Sho nodded his head. “So I was right?”

“Well, just in case we are wrong, I brought a shirt. He wore it, so I’m pretty sure there are some hairs sticking on it.”

Sho looked at his father in respect. “You mean for a DNA test?”

“Yes, I’m sure Ohno-san wants to be 100% certain first before he approaches the boy.” He sighed a bit. “Though, honestly, I don’t think it’s even necessary to do this test. The face is the same.”

“It is a unique face.” Sho agreed. “That’s why I recognized him immediately. It was a nice coincidence that Kira-chan was celebrating her coming-of-age party at the beach.”

“But the place she celebrated is not even that close to here. How did you end up here?” Sakurai pulled an eyebrow up. “Care to explain?”

Sho chuckled. “Masaki took a wrong turn and was convinced that this was the right place.”

“That doesn’t sound like a coincidence.” Sakurai smiled a bit. “It’s more like fate.”

“I thought you said you don’t believe in fate.”

“I don’t. But this is almost too close to it…” He smiled a bit. “Ohno Satoshi-kun. We will surely see each other again…”


Note: Hey dear friends and readers! Thanks so much for all your support!! So, I wanted to tell you that my Request Post is open. If you feel like requesting a specific pairing or situation you can do so HERE

  • Post a new comment


    Anonymous comments are disabled in this journal

    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded 

← Ctrl ← Alt
Ctrl → Alt →
← Ctrl ← Alt
Ctrl → Alt →