Chapter 56: Blue Rose Host Club (I)
"Berry?" Phil shook me awake.
"Y-yea?" I woke up groggily. Looking around, I realized where we were. We were still at the hotel.
"We should go and head towards the planned spot to enter back to Torren when the gate opens."
"Where is that?" I stretched. The sleep did wonders for my body. No more was I tired and instead brimming full of energy.
"At a Blue Rose Host Club."
"What?" I was completely wide awake. "Wait, you don't mean an actual Host Club do you?"
"I'm not sure why you are so surprised." Phil wasn't getting what he was saying or understanding what a Host Club was.
"I forgot you don't know what a Host Club is." I sighed. How the hell did the entranceway back was a Host Club? It just didn't make any sense at all. I kind of think the Goddess has a sick joke for humor sometimes.
"Isn't it an inn or something?" Phil bluntly replied with a straight face. It was hard not to believe he was faking it.
"No, It's a usual night-time entertainment industry in Japan. They are both male and female host clubs out there for people who want to buy someone's service or time."
"You don't mean prostitution do you?"
"No. No. It's not that at all." I quickly retorted. Throwing up my hand in front of him. Wow, I completely forgot even in both worlds they are still something like that going around. "Think of it as a more tone down version. "
"Hmmm, I see." Phil was thinking it over. "Let's go, I know how to get there."
"You do?" I was amazed that he knew the way. Even I wasn't that good at directions.
"Why wouldn't I? Just because we came from that direction once does not mean I'm forgetful."
I couldn't help but feel kind of bad. For me, directions were not easy to remember, I could remember all the pictures and words, but using the map to find my way was just a whole different problem. To get lost at this age was truly embarrassing.
"Please, lead the way." I honestly didn't want him to know that I couldn't find my way. The best thing to do is to let him go first and pretend you knew: shake one head and agree. The specialty of life.
Phil and I were both dressed, we left the hotel in the hopes of finding Don. In this densely populated city, finding him was literally a needle in the haystack. The moment we stepped outside, the busy streets were brought to life. The cars whizzed past us, and a large number of people walked by. Life moves on, and it seems like the thing that happened yesterday was just another event that could be easily forgotten.
We continued on our way down the street. I followed closely behind him, trying not to get left behind. They were times when his long gait made me go into a power walk. Eventually, I had to grab onto his hands, I didn't want to get run over by the group of people that seemed to stream past me like water.
Phil looked down, surprised at the sudden contact. Even I was a bit shocked at my forwardness. I didn't want to get lost here of all places. Both Phil and I were foreigners in this land.
Turning left, I halted. Why were we back here? I couldn't magically appear again to the scene of the crime where Phil and I had fought. The whole block was blocked off with tape and policemen. Already they were curious bystanders that took pictures and uploaded them onto the web.
Each and everyone was trying to get a glimpse of the so-called dragon's footstep that was left behind. Even I could tell the destruction that was left behind was chaos. I quickly averted my eyes in the hope of not being found.
"You alright?" Phil glanced down.
"Yea," I could feel my palms starting to sweat.
"Don't worry about it. They can't tell that it was you." He whispered.
I looked around us worried that someone might hear him speak, but none took notice. "I know."
Even still, I couldn't help but glance around me as if someone was out to get me. The paranoia was a little bit out of hand. My mind rage with the thought of possibly being spirited away to an institution to get dissected or worse to become a living breathing creature in a zoo.
"Calm down, Berry. I'm here." Phil squeezed my hands.
When he said that, it made me feel a little better.
"Hey, Hey. Is it true? They saw a dragon here?" A group of teenage girls were taking a picture in front of the debris.
"I hope it's real."
"Yea, me too. This is so exciting. I never thought a dragon would visit our city."
"Did anyone get to see its scales?"
"I heard it's white!"
"No. Others say it's gold like the sun."
"What are you talking about? It could be black."
"Doesn't matter, the gods have finally sent us a sign of glory."
"What are you talking about? Are you sure it's not the sign of demise?"
The voices of the teens keep arguing back and forth between one another. I couldn't help but continue to listen to the voices of the people that were passing by.
"Did the terrorist do it? How is it possible that there is a dragon?" A couple were talking among themselves.
"I don't know, but I bet it's the terrorist. There is no such thing as a dragon."
"I'm not so sure about that. It could be the dawn of mythical creatures or something." The man replied, not believing it was some mythical creature. "Come on, who would believe such lies."
"Myths always stem from somewhere."
"But it is called a myth for a reason."
We continued to head towards where we needed to go for the next thirty minutes. I couldn't help but gaze all around me like a tourist. Everything was so different. The sharp contrast from the world of Torren to the bustling city of Japan couldn't help but think of the vast technological differences in these two worlds.
"Phil," I called out.
"Yea?"
"Are you sure you know where we are going? Is it far?"
"No. It should be right around the corner. Ah, there it is." Phil pointed. Laid out before us were streets filled with bulletin boards of male and female pictures advertising their hostess. They were all beautiful and handsome, I couldn't help but stare.
"Wow."
"That's exactly what I had said." Phil chuckled. "I completely understand what you are thinking."
"This is really different." I couldn't help but be dazzled by the lights and pictures. Each and every one of them was like an ideal candidate for a boyfriend or a girlfriend. When I turned towards Phil, I couldn't help but feel like the posters hanging on walls were completely pale compared to him.
Everyone was staring straight at Phil, wondering which building they would go to. I couldn't help but think that the females trailing behind us were hoping to see if they could talk to him or buy his time if he was an employee.
"Yep, everyone should throw in the towel now and give up if you are working in one of those hostess clubs," I replied, shaking my head up and down. It was true. He would become the number one host.
"Well, I kind of am, though." Phil casually replied.
"What?" My voice raised up an octave. Did he just ask me all those questions out of curiosity, or did he really not know?
"I thought I was working at an inn." Phil half-heartedly laughed, but you could see that he wasn't pleased at all. "Don never explained to me that it was something else."
"How dim-witted. I mean-" I gulped. Realizing what I had said, I wish I had taken that back. Me calling the Demon Lord dim-witted? That's the prelude of myself already handing my life over. Already Phil was giving an oppressive energy that made me uncomfortable. " I meant to say it happens to people."
"Come on, Blue Rose Host Club is over there."
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