"Swallow" is now a very popular nightclub, which just a year and a half ago almost collapsed. Its founder and permanent bartender Honda Atsushi almost immediately came to the attention of one of the criminal gangs, and she very quickly pinned the man, starting to use his establishment as headquarters. What just didn't happen there, what wasn't stored there, what kind of people didn't hang around there. Naturally, no one advertised this club, no PR campaign, and it was difficult to just get there, even if you stumble upon it. I'm not talking about profit at all, the local criminals paid for the rent and maintenance of the building, a certain amount of food and drink, but did not even try to get at least some income from the place itself. And then Akemi's Nakata happened to them. The club itself was not her goal, but by destroying the gang and taking everything that belonged to them, she actually returned the "Swallow" to the previous owner. Not forgetting, however, to impose a standard tribute on it. As a result, poor Honda, with almost no money and a tarnished reputation, almost lost the club.
And it was at this moment that I appeared on the horizon. It occurred to me then that it would be nice to have a place where, if anything, I could point my finger and say, "I've been hanging out all night," and where they would confirm it. Anyway, I decided to get a cover. And the club was a good fit for that. Well, since no one would sell anything to a brat like me, I turned to Akemi, who advised me to "Swallow". At first, however, she talked about another institution, but I hinted about the tribute, they say, it would be nice to get rid of my future club, and that's when she sent me to Honda.
As a support, Akemi sent Isiatama with me, who uttered only one phrase during the whole meeting: "This guy wants to buy your club, so name the price." What followed was nothing but hysteria, I can't call it. Screams, drooling, matyugi. And we bankrupted him, and robbed him. And we destroyed his dream. A determined face and a promise that he would rather die, but the club would not sell. In general, the fourteen-year-old kid had to take the conversation into his own hands. As a result — fifty percent of the cost of the club for a symbolic price. I was also required to finance the raising of the institution and cover from various criminal activities, which in fact will be carried out by Akemi. And, of course, Honda is obliged to keep quiet about me. Even according to the papers, the Swallow belongs entirely to him. Generally perfect. The owner who needs me badly and understands like no one else what will happen to him if he lets me down. And having seen enough of all this criminal mess for several years, he really understands. After a couple of months, I even gave him one percent, so that he could say with a clear conscience, at least to himself, that he
was the eldest
partner. Honda at the end of the conversation, in my opinion, even respected me, though it's unclear why.
Atsushi, nicknamed Shotgun, resuscitated his institution with money, and somehow I helped with advertising. Now this very advertisement in full force was sitting in her favorite place and, as always, either celebrating something, or just having dinner.
The place was in the form of a letter "P" with a low oval table, and all this was located against the wall opposite the bar counter.
— Hi, people. Why are they so funny?
— Ho, Shinji, once again I am convinced: you can feel the right moments right now! — I was met by the cry of a black-haired guy of about twenty-five.
I can't see him in the dimness of the club, but I know that he has dark brown eyes and a small scar near his left eye, similar to the letter "X".
— Huh? So what happened?
- An hour and a half ago we signed a contract with Train Records, so congratulate us, there will be a world tour!
— Oh! So I won! I told you it wouldn't be two years.
"Damn, I forgot. — Noriyuki.
— But it's true. — Itaru.
— Well, it's Shinji. — Eva, the only woman in this company.
— So sit down and have a drink with us for this! — Taku, who immediately got a slap on the head from Eva.
— That's a lot of surprise, Shinji, — smiled Roko, the leader of the pop and rock group "Inter". "It looks like you didn't believe it yourself."
There are a few. They then had a series of failures, both personal and professional. So I decided to cheer them up, they waved me off, and I just bet. For one percent of the sale of discs. I really didn't believe in such a thing then, but something had to be done. So now I have two percent, one for the dispute and one for the lyrics and music for the songs. From my world, but about this shh, not a word to anyone.
— I just didn't think it would happen
so much
quickly. In a year and a half, we managed. — Now they are one of the most popular musicians in Japan. And they are known beyond its borders. And most importantly, a great advertisement for our club with Shotgun.
— We wanted to call you, but it was late, and you can't guess with you whether you're free or busy, going to bed or going for a walk. So we decided to tell you everything tomorrow," Eva said.
Today she was without colored lenses, which she changed almost every couple of days, and I could observe her natural yellow eye color. The only person in the group who didn't have black hair color. It seems like her native hair color is dark brown, but I've only heard about it, and so she flaunts dark blue.
"By the way, we're counting on you," Itaru, the guy with the broken nose, added. The drummer and the only other supplier of lyrics for the band. — A couple of songs will be useful to us.
—Okay," I said, looking around the table filled with drinks and snacks. — Just don't forget to tell me later which countries the tour will take place in. — Oh, shrimp in batter! — When are you on your way, by the way?
—In six months,— Roko replied. — Here are meat balls, very nice.
It should also be noted that Roko and Eva are a couple, and they signed me up as their younger brothers. When I saw the chip, I decided: figs with them, let them take care, if only unobtrusively. Oh, and they were all classmates, except Eva, who is a year younger.
— Today is the beginning of the school year! — Taku remembered, black-haired, like all the guys in the group. — We should drink to that! he exclaimed. But then he choked, catching Eve's gaze. — Me.
Funny guy. It is notable for the fact that it constantly offers a drink. It is as if he is in an eternal search for a drinking companion, but he drinks as if not least of all. I once saw him drink a Shotgun on a bet. It's not that he's as resistant to drinking as most in principle, but for a person who drinks a little, he's holding up well.
—By the way, yes," Eve remarked, still squinting at Taka. — It's your first day of school today. Come on, tell me how it went. And anyway, where did you go?
"Dakisuro," I said, looking for something to drink. And on the table, as always, this company had soda and Eva's cherry juice. Not counting alcohol. — Well ... in general, day as day, nothing interesting.
— Dakisuro? Roko raised his eyebrows. — Your garters are not bad. But, you know, if you have such connections, it would be better if you entered Shirubariri. The same class of school. There are, of course, their own problems, but still better than Dakisyuro.
I probably shouldn't tell them that I live next to her. Nothing secret, of course, but, to be honest, I'm in the mood to answer questions that will certainly arise. And I'm just ashamed to tell about the true reason.
— I have not just connections, but connections with this particular school. I just couldn't get into any other one.
— Ponya-a-atnenko ... — drawled Roko. — Then yes, if you can stand it, it will help you in the future.
— I didn't understand something, what's so scary about Dakisyuro? the only lady in our company asked.
- hm. I hope everyone remembers who my dad is? — His father was the head of the Buruhato clan — small and unfamiliar to the general public, but nevertheless… The elite is the elite. And even this small clan could tie many and many in a knot. However, Roko did not share something with his father and immediately after graduating from high school went into free swimming. — So that's it. As you all understand, getting into any of the four famous schools was not a problem for me, but they prepared me for the Dakisyuro. My father and older brother studied there. That's just Dakisyuro... how should I say it… Have you ever heard of the four elite high schools in the metropolitan area? The calf's eyes were his answer. — I see. In short, the Tokyo district is full of high schools comparable to Dakisyuro in class, but these four schools are considered the most-the most. And for me, so deservedly. For example, they have the strongest sports clubs, not the most, of course, but they are constantly flashing in the finals. By the way, you guys should remember the Great Hangover Day.
— Is this when the whole school was drinking because of the loss of the basketball team? Taku asked. — I remember, I remember.
— Uh-huh. Of course, you provoked that drunkenness yourself," our eternal silent Noriyuki spoke up.
— Slander! Then I said and now I say — it is not possible for one person to do this. At that time, three quarters of the school were in no way, both boys and girls.