MortelletheOtaku

The next morning, Misaki ran out of the apartment mid-way through Akihiko's "charging" sessions. The boy ran as fast as he could to the café where he worked. He stopped running about a block away and walked slowly, trying to catch his breath. Outside the café, he looked at the small easel and saw "Neko Tuesday" writing in big orange letters. "This should be fun," Misaki said under his breath. He sighed and pushed open the door. Aoi stood in the doorway wearing a black leather suit that spies wear in movies. It looked tight and it really helped show her female features. There was a slim belt around her waist and a thick black

Misaki received a letter from the cosplay café he worked at on Christmas Eve in February. The letter was asking if he wanted a job as a waiter there. Misaki jumped at the chance for the job, but there was no way he could tell his lover, Akihiko. He knew the perverted writer would come and use this as a chance to see his young lover cosplay and most likely use this as material in his BL novels. Misaki left Monday morning while the Akihiko was asleep so he wouldn't be "held" before work. He took a taxi to the café and there was a sign outside that caught the new worker's eyes. It was a small easel to attract customers that said "

"I can take her place!" I said. The members all looked at me. Why did I just say that?! I can't sing like Nana! Not even close. What am I thinking? "She's our only choice. Do you know the song?" Yasu said. I nodded vigorously. I knew all of BLAST's songs. "Sugar Guitar" happens to be my favorite song. "If Mogami is Nana, who will be Bo?" the director asked. "Say he's sick or something," Nobuo suggested. The director sighed and Nana waved her hand. "I'm sorry, Kyoko," Nana said while Yasu helped her up. "Not a problem. Just get better," I said. Yasu called someone named Hachi and soon a girl came running through the door almost in tears

"Nana, we got a gig at L.M.E. Don't be late." That was all Yasu said before hanging up the phone first thing in the morning. I slowly crawled out of bed and checked the time. "9:27. Great," I murmured and got dressed. I walked out of my room and grabbed my key. "Hachi, I'm going out. I'll be back tonight," I said. There was no response, so I left. She was probably still sleeping. I called a taxi and luckily I wasn't there long. L.M.E was pretty close, I just never noticed it. Outside the studio, Yasu and the guys were waiting outside. "You're late," Yasu said. "Well thanks for telling me the time, jackass," I replied. I was too tired for t

A surprising text made me feel nervous and happy at the same time. "Hey Hannah, I was wondering if you're free today, you wanna go see a movie or something? – Michael" I'm not sure, but I'm almost positive he asked me out on a date. I didn't want to jump to conclusions, so I asked the hostess club what they thought. Everyone said yes. "Are you going?" Tammy asked. I didn't know if I wanted to go or not. "You should go!" Sugar sent. "Make sure to go to a nice motel afterwards ;)" Hailey said. "She's not a prostitute, Hailey!" Shelly said. I knew a war was about to break out between the two, so I sent Michael an okay and left the ho

Sugar sent a text to everyone except Rose Saturday morning. "Meet at the park by the school in your princess costumes. I'll bring Lily. Tammy will bring Rose." While I was getting dressed, Ben walked in the room. "What are you doing?" he asked, staring at the dress. "Um, I'm a princess on a secret mission to save the palace. I need to go now, bye!" I said and ran out the door. Luckily Ben was in kindergarten so he'll believe anything. Plus, it's not like I was lying to him necessarily. At the park, the twins, Shelly, and Keri sat on a bench and Ralphie hid under a bush. "What are you doing?" I asked. "This could give the club more popula

Friday was pretty normal. Our school girl outfits attracted a large crowd and everything was right. Ralphie sat in the corner writing things in a journal and observing us closely. Luckily no rumors spread about Ralphie, so we had no problems. When all the guests left, we started talking about our day and then the door opened. A small girl with slightly tanned skin walked in the room. She had long dirty blonde hair that reached her elbows and wore a small pink dress and baby would wear. She looked like a doll. "Lily! What are you doing here?" Sugar asked. "Who is that?" I asked Tammy. "This is Lily August. She's Rose's little sister," Suga

When we opened the door the next day, Ralphie was all ready to go. "Welcome ladies," he greeted. "Um, hello. How long have you been here?" I said. "An hour?!" we shouted. "Sweetie, you don't have to come this early," Tammy said. "She called me sweetie," Ralphie blushed. The twins were about to say something wicked, but Tammy shot them daggers before they could. "Well let's get him ready. To be a host-" Tammy started. "-Ess. Hostess," Hailey interrupted. "Thank you, Hailey. You have to be nice to the girls," Tammy said. "Or guys," Shelly added. "Shut up you two. Try asking them questions about themselves and answer theirs as truthfull

Wednesday morning went by pretty fast and we got a letter from a student who is supposedly a fan of ours. The letter said some positive things about each of us. We thought it could be from a guest, but none of our guests appeared to be as flamboyant as the sender. At the bottom of the letter, it said the sender would visit us today. In the afternoon, we wore our schoolgirl outfits. Even Shelly did. Within minutes of opening, a guest ran in the room. He had brown hair and wore glasses similar to Keri's and was probably an inch taller than Shelly. He wore brown pants and a green shirt with two rose hairclips on both sides of his head. It looke

We spent Tuesday afternoon in the clubroom trying to design Shelly's clothes, but that was really hard to do. I respect the fact that she's a tomboy, but she absolutely cannot tolerate wearing like a skirt or dress. No long shirt or shirt with frills. She looked too much like a girl, so we couldn't make her a "boy." "Why can't you cooperate?!" Tammy yelled. "Why are all of your costumes girly?!" Shelly yelled. "Guys, we'll figure this out. Just stop arguing!" I yelled. Everyone quieted down and Hailey and Kaylee were drawing separate designs. Kaylee held up her sketchbook and it had a black and dark blue musketeer outfit for the days we d