I realized that Mikado-sensei wrote two short stories for Baroque to celebrate the release of their CDs. Funnily, there’s only one for Mashiro and then one for Hotaru LOL so Kain got left out, although he does feature in this one. Anyway, I figure I’d treat you guys to her prose and translate the short stories since I admire her writing greatly.
Here we go!
Today (26 July 2017), the situation CD “Baroque ~Meiji Kyouraku Yatan~” Second Night Kusakabe Mashiro volume released.
Since it’s long-awaited release came, I should have some sort of celebration… or something that can act as a commemoration, and so I wrote a release commemoration short story (or something like that?) though it’s short.
The second night’s main character, the number one courtesan, Kusakabe Mashiro, at the brothel Baroque, and the first night’s main character, Baroque’s number two courtesan, Hiiragi Kain, have a short conversation before the brothel opens.
Although these two have no interactions in their original volumes, they have a talk here that is somewhat of two rivals. It’s extremely short so please enjoy the atmosphere only (lol).
Kusakabe Mashiro was called out to by a somewhat stretched voice just after he passed the front of that room. When he stopped and looked back, there was a single man who was leaning against the wide open doors of the room.
Hiiragi Kain. He was one of the male courtesans who was a member of this high-ranking brothel, Baroque, the same as Mashiro.
“Do you not think it is somewhat too late to exchange that greeting?”
“It can’t be helped since I woke up just now. The greeting when you wake up is good morning, right? Even if it is the evening.”
Kain chuckled, shaking the golden strands of his hair, and there was no appearance of him having minded the small stab hidden in Mashiro’s words. Mashiro faintly furrowed his beautiful eyebrows and stared at Kain.
Seeing the removed cuff links and exposed chest, it seemed like he truly had just woken up. The faint sensuality that blurred his languid voice and actions was the lingering scent of the passionate liaison that he had been working hard at, as a male courtesan, to be the partner for a lady who was a guest last night. That appearance was a direct contrast to the bespoke tailcoat that had no gaps which Mashiro wore.
“Kain, customers are soon to arrive. Please do something about that unsightly appearance.”
“That’s a harsh remark. Don’t you have words of appreciation for a fellow comrade who served as a partner to a customer until the morning?”
“It is not as if that is limited in particular to you. That is our job.”
“That’s an indifferent way of speaking. Don’t you think you should try to enjoy that work more?”
“It is because I am different from you. I serve according to the customer’s desires. That is all.”
“I see, a shame we cannot come to an understanding.”
Kain smiled wryly and began to button his chest up one button at a time.
Mashiro watched him for a short while but then immediately lost interest and turned on his heel.
“… What else is there?”
The moment he was about to take his leave, Mashiro stopped his feet again. The gaze that was sent to Kain over his shoulder contained a slight irritation.
“I hope you meet them one day. A lovely lady who will make you unable to stay calm.”
The temperature in the light of Mashiro’s pair of eyes dropped suddenly. Those crimson eyes, similar to blood, pierced Kain with a freezing look. It was extremely unusual for Mashiro, who lacked the ups and downs of emotions, to show his anger like this. However, the person himself who was at the brunt of that look showed a smile.
“I pray for the day to come when the frozen heart of our number one member, who is the same as white snow, melts.”
At the end of those words, Kain disappeared into his own room. When the door closed with a click, only Mashiro was left behind in the corridor.
“It’s none of his business.”
The voice that muttered that was sucked into the silence and disappeared. A small pain ran through the fists he had unconsciously clenched.
Mashiro expelled a shallow breath. It was a split second ritual in order to regain his calm.
“… I have to go.”
The evening sky that spread beyond the window was, at some point, swallowed up by lead-colored clouds. Rain would come soon, in this sky that seemed about to cry even at this moment.
Mashiro, who started walking and flipped the hem of his tailcoat, felt a vague apprehension in his chest for some reason.
He did not know yet just what awaited him at the end of that vague apprehension–.