The Yakuza and the Demon

Chapter 1: 7 Days Left

"Come on! Let's go already!" A blonde haired man whose hair was up in a long ponytail, pulled on Katsumi's arm.

Katsumi, a 23 year old man with black hair, brown stern eyes, and a beauty mark right underneath his right eye groaned. The blonde haired man dragged Katsumi to a tall, red brick building with a purple neon sign above the two oak doors had, the words "Lust " on it. The cold air of the night hit Katsumi's cheek, reminding him what he'll have to do on his birthday. The decision that will change his life...

"Why are we here Enjo?" Katsumi complained as he rolled his eyes.

"Because~! I found someone that's your type~!" Enjo sang as he giggled softly, "It Your First Love~!"

Katsumi's eyes widened with surprise. His first love, his only love. He could still recall their fragile pale skin, light pink eyes, and brown spiky hair. The catch was they is a he and his memories of Katsumi were erased by a demon. The one they called the snake's apple.

"It's useless," Katsumi argued as he shook the thought off.

Enjo sighed, but still dragged him inside. As Katsumi looked around, he saw, couches made of velvety red cushions and a gold frame, a small bar with red barstools that stood next to the marble bar counter, and men and women sitting together drinking, flirting, and talking happily.

"What are you doing here?" Complained a man with slick white hair, pale skin, red eyes that looked like a snake, small fangs, and very formal clothes which color palette was black, red, and white.

"Tsumi!" The man of Katsumi's dreams and nightmares snapped.

"What? They're not customers."

"That is still no way to treat them!"

Tsumi scoffed, "Whatever."

"Azazel!" Enjo ran up and hugged him.

Azazel jumped and chuckled awkwardly. Tsumi growled and removed Enjo off of Azazel.

"What even is this place?" Katsumi asked as he stared at Azazel.

Azazel looked away from Katsumi and replied, "Uhhh.., this is a host club. A place that caters to lonely women and men that need to feel loved."

Katsumi shook his head in disappointment. He hated these kinds of things. The way people would just desperately to look for love in these people that aren't even real. Well, of course the person's real, but the love and personality is fake. These 'clients' are just talking to a liar to fill the emptiness in their heart.

"What brings you here?" Azazel asked Enjo, "and who is your friend?"

"Oh! This is Katsumi, he's my childhood friend," Enjo explained.

Azazel gave Katsumi a kind smile, "It's nice to meet you, I'm Azazel."

"N-nice to meet you too," Katsumi mumbled.

Azazel chuckled softly and went back to work. Tsumi smirked and chuckled. Enjo sighed and looked at Katsumi.

"You should just give up," Tsumi snickered, "He's a lost cause and you know that."

Enjo tilted his head, "What are you talking about Tsumi?"

Katsumi turned around, "I know, but I just want to try one last time before I can't try anymore."

Katsumi opened the door to leave. Enjo looked down and mumbled something under his breath.

"See ya Snake," Katsumi walked out and was immediately enveloped by the cold air of the night.

He walked to a nearby bar. As he entered, he was greeted by the strong scent of alcohol and laughter. Things he rarely experienced now days. As he sat down on a barstool, a man with slick, teal hair, bangs that covered his right eye, pale yellow eyes, and slightly pale skin walked up to him.

"Hey Haru," Katsumi mumbled.

"Having a bad day?" Haru chuckled softly.

"Yeah."

"The usual?"

"Yeah"

Haru smiled and walked off. Katsumi sighed as he watch Haru walk off to the bar shelf.

Haru was Katsumi's childhood friend as well as Enjo's. The three of them were buddies since birth. When they reached middle school they gained the nickname, 'The Delinquent Trio.' They got the name because the three of them would always get in trouble and skirmishes with small gangs of high schoolers. Before, Enjo always had his hair down and Haru had short, spiky hair and it would show the scar that went over his right eye. Which he had gotten from protecting his mysterious, listless, friend against a bully. Apparently, the bully had a pocket knife on him and attacked Haru's friend, so Haru got in front costing him his right eye.

Haru came back and gave Katsumi a sparkly, dark blue drink with two slightly large ice cubes in it.

"Cosmos for you," He presented with a smile.

"Thanks," Katsumi smiled back.

He took a small sip of the drink. Haru chuckled as he watch Katsumi sulk. Katsumi started to grumble under his breath.

"Want to talk about your problem?" asked Haru, smiling.

"Yes," Katsumi replied tiredly, "I can't talk to Azazel, without wanting to hold him or something."

"Oh, I guess that's would be weird since he doesn't remember you..."

"I.....I don't know what to do now."
Katsumi finished his drink and reached into his pocket to grab his wallet. He pulled out money and gave it to Haru.

"Here, thanks for the hospitality," He smiled, "and the drink of course."

"No problem," Haru took the money and put it in his pocket.

Katsumi got up and walked towards the door, "Bye."

"Bye," Haru waved.