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Fifty Shades of Jnetsu Introduction Post Shin Kinoshita 14th September, 2017 Sapporo, Japan 1147 AM Sex sells it was a proverb that had become more prominent throughout the years. Depending on the point of view of a person, it was typical to see someone shrug the words off, snicker and laugh at them, or simply remain uncaring but mentally tuck them away. The last option was where twenty-five year old Shin Kinoshita applied to. On the outside, he didn't look much like anything special. In fact, the few close friends he did have constantly compared him to L from Death Note . To be fair, they did have points. He actually did have a lot in common with the same, fictional character. He was an introvert, barely avoiding being labeled as a 'hermit' or 'recluse' due solely because he managed to leave his home every now and again. Not often, no, but it was enough or his friends and family. The main differences, in fact, were he didn't resort to consuming so many sugary foods or drinks. Again, a few, but compared to L? He definitely wasn't diabetic. ... It'd be a miracle if he somehow didn't become that either, Shin mused, smirking slightly as he stared down at a large script. He hadn't really read through it yet, but the more accurate thing to say - perhaps - was he didn't feel he needed to. The title, along with its infamy, gave away all the reasons the young translator needed in order to fairly deduce why it would be a horrible idea to take up the task of translating this. On the cover, four simple words continued to reflect in Shin's dark, onyx eyes. Fifty Shades of Grey His fingers drummed rapidly on his desk. Somewhere, deep down in his core, he knew just reading this would be a horrible idea. But ... it was his job. And he did at least try to give people a chance. The problem with being a freelancer was - especially in situations like this - rejecting a job could be risky. Mind you, even if he refused to do this, it wouldn't be like Shin was piss poor. Far from it. But ... it may be a while until he got another assignment, also. And that was where his mind was trying to determine if the risk would be worth it or not. Should he even make an effort to go through with this or not? As if some invisible force read his mind, his cell phone rang. Moshi moshi? he answered, suppressing a frustrated sigh to hide his annoyance. It was the very same client who sent him this cursed script. No, he sternly replied, I haven't read it. I'm trying to figure out if I want to do this. What do you mean why? Who do you take me for? I'm not ignorant. I've heard all the bitching and whining about this piece. Why should we start earning our own reputation should it be known Japan is beginning to sell this disaster? His eyes rolled as he heard the same pleas everyone tried to use wit him it'll work out, it'll be great. Blah, blah, blah. Same shit, new day, he thought, waiting for them to stop begging before he spoke again, Did you not hear me? I said I'm thinking about it I don't know yet. Don't assume I've immediately said no. Hmmmmm. If you don't hear from me by the end of this week, you can presume that means no and can begin looking for your script back. Fair? Good. Ja ne. The same sigh he'd been hiding finally passed his lips as he pressed the End button. Good riddance, he muttered, standing up and deciding that today would probably be one of those rare days where he would actually leave his residence. Moving his hands down, he gripped the hem of his shirt, peeled it off, and tossed it away into a hamper in the corner of his room. The rest of his clothes soon followed and within a matter of moments, he navigated himself into the adjacent bathroom. Shin never tended to take long showers, and today was no exception. In the span of six minutes, he walked out, clad only in a towel wrapped around his torso. He opened his closet, beginning to look for a casual outfit to wear. But before he could start pulling a set of jeans of any color out, his cell phone rang again. I thought I told you --- he started, quickly halting as he realized the voice over the other end of the line was actually different than the one he thought it would be. Oh. My bad. Never mind, I thought you were someone else. Yes, this is Shin speaking. You are ... ?? A smirk crossed his lips as he got a more proper introduction. Ahh, I see, I see. You've found some, have you? I was actually about to head out. You caught me at the most perfect time. Yes, I'm definitely interested. I've been overdue for one, anyway. Hmmm ... not off the top of my head, no. I tend to have pretty good instincts. I'll probably know when I look at them all. Yeah, I can be there in about ten minutes, twenty at the most. Great, see you soon. Ja ne! Shin's grin widened as he hung up the phone again and resumed his search for an outfit. Now, however, he had a stronger sense of resolve. Knowing exactly what he wanted to do and where he intended to go. It would make the day even more productive than what he'd originally considered doing. Like many people in this world, Shin had his own set of secrets that he kept away from his family, and most of his friends also. The main one that no one else knew about him was he had gotten into the BDSM lifestyle, and had been a dom ever since the age of 20, when he finished learning via self-training and being taught by another dom how to do his job properly. As such, he had been pleasantly surprised to hear the person that called was an agent for a DomSub company. An unorthodox match-making sort of service, if you could look at it as that sort of place. Either way, the organization wasn't a foreign one to Shin. The more accurate thing to say was he hadn't needed a sub for a long while. Up until a few months ago, actually, when he and his last one mutually ended the contract. She wanted to move on and go back to a more normal life. So, Shin let her ... though he secretly snickered. Normal didn't exist anymore. But he didn't bother telling her that it was her choice to leave, after all. And really, he was used to it. The longest he'd kept a sub for was a bit over three years. The others tended to leave before the six month mark. A hand waved through the air to dismiss the thoughts and, after browsing for about ten more minutes, Shin found a jeans and shirt combination, with the top being on the longer sleeved side. With it being the middle of September, the temperatures tended to be in the higher 60s range. But Sapporo - like many cities throughout Japan and the world - could be fickle and drop or rise when one least expected it. After taking a few moments to study himself in the mirror, Shin pivoted on his feet, exiting the house though not before grabbing the few, essential items he'd need. Wallet, car keys, and house keys.