Shock hit the host, as he slowly looked to the young man behind him. “He’s… A Dream Machine?”

Tsuki rubbed his reddening cheek. Then he moved closer to Rogo, “Please, we should leave.”

Rogo shoved Tsuki back onto the floor violently, “Leave me alone!”

Shane knelt next to Tsuki, “You okay?” He turned his blue eyes in a glare up to Rogo, “So why do you keep him if you don’t want him?”

“He won’t leave me alone.” Rogo grumbled, leaning back onto the business man again.

Shane gritted his teeth, watching Rogo kiss the man. “This is a Host Club, not a brothel house. Get out.” Rogo glared at him.

For a moment, nothing was said. Then, Rogo stood up. “Fine! Then you take the stupid Dream Machine. He’s yours now.” And then he dragged the business man out of the club by the tie.

Tsuki made to follow, his wrist caught by Shane. “Whoa! Where are you going?”

“After him.” Tsuki answered, pulling on his arm.

Shane shook his head, “You’re coming with me.”

Through a battle of pulling and tugging, Shane finally got Tsuki into the back room of the host club. He made him sit on a spare sofa.

“There,” he sighed, “Now, you have to tell me: does that brat always hit you?”

“Yes,” Tsuki nodded, moving to stand up. Shane shoved him back to sitting down. “I was made for him.”

“So, you’re brand new, huh?” Shane asked. Tsuki nodded. “What’s your model?”

“E-582.”

Shane shifted, sitting next to him. “Well, from what I know, whenever an owner of that model decides he doesn’t want the machine, and gives verbal consent for someone else to take it-”

“No!” Tsuki bolted up. “Rogo is my only master! I will not listen to you!”

Shane quickly stood up, fighting Tsuki to the floor. “Calm down!”

“No! I won’t listen to you!”

Shane pushed Tsuki onto his stomach, holding his arms down. After a few minutes, Tsuki stopped fighting. “There… Let’s go back to my apartment and talk, okay?”

“I only want Rogo.” Tsuki answered, his voice sounding sad.

The two walked in silence back to Shane’s apartment. Tsuki sat himself on the floor to look out the windows sadly.

Shane ruffled his hair, sitting on the sofa so he was next to Tsuki. “Just stay here for a while.”

“But I want to be with Rogo.”

Shane rolled his eyes. He pulled out his cell phone and answered it as he felt it vibrate. “Yeah? Oh, sorry about that. I’ve kind of got my hands full… Yeah, can I have the rest of the week off? Thanks. …Yeah, bye.”

“Problems?”

“None,” Shane smiled at Tsuki. He loosened his ribbon, sighing heavily. “I don’t think you should be with a guy who hits you.”

“I don’t care,” Tsuki shook his head. “He’s my master and I’ll keep him safe like I was told to.”

Shane groaned, rubbing his forehead. “I feel like I’m arguing with a rock here…”