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The Beginning of Bishounen Café

Title: The Beginning of Bishounen Café
Genre: Romance
Pairings: Ryo Nishikido/Ayumu Hamano (OC)
Story Type: One-Shot
Rating: Rated K
Summary: Written for "One-Shot Challenge #4: Bishounen Cafe Challenge”
To introduce Bishounen Café, we start off with a story of how it all came about. Meet Ayumu Hamano, the rich spoilt girl who chases after a café’s waiter Nishikido Ryo. For the first time in her life she cannot have the one thing she really wants.

The celebrities' names/images are merely borrowed and do not represent who the celebrities are in real life. No offense is intended towards them, their families or friends. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. No money is being made from this fictional work. No copyright infringement is intended. 

Ayumu Hamano was a girl who loved the attention. Her father, Yosuke Hamano, was the owner of several chains of hospitals around Japan. Because he couldn’t raise his daughter himself, he had to hire nannies to take care of her after her mother died when she was a toddler. He compensated by buying anything and everything. She grew up as an attention seeking, spoilt rich girl.

Although her father wasn't expecting her to take over the business, she had gone to a medical school and surprised everyone by finishing earlier than most people. But six months ago when her father sent her to one of his hospitals where she would be working as a junior doctor, an incident occurred and got her quitting the job after less than a month of starting. The workers never treated her like a doctor. In fact they were more scared of her than anything. It wasn't like she could fire them if she wanted but they never understood that to a point where everyone complained and persuaded her father to make her leave.

But at the same time she couldn't blame them for being unable to treat her like a doctor. She dressed flashy as usual with her high heels, mini-skirts, low tops and heavy make-up. Her hair would always be dyed in every other colour but black, her eye colour would always be different every month and her clothes were always a gaudy colour as she liked to wear colourful clothes.

It was on her 24th birthday, she finally realised that there was some things in the world she cannot have. One of them was Ryo Nishikido.

She met him in the café where he worked. She was still a bit down with her stepping down from the job although it has been six months. She was down because when she went to see her father at the hospital as usual the doctors and nurses all looked down on her. She was wondering around the street by herself not caring where she went when she saw the café. She went in as she never been in it before. Actually since it was really small you could easily miss it. Some of the waiters were welcoming her. She ignored them. She sat down by the window and started to stare out.

“Miss would you like to order?” she looked to see who this musical tone belonged to and stared right in too him.

He took her breath away. She never really liked guys who worked in a lowly paid job but seeing him dressed in a white dress shirt, a black bow-tie, a waist-coat and the black tailored trouser that was covered with the apron around the waist looking like a skirt got her drooling. Meeting him was like a jolt to reality from her selfish, spoilt world. She realised that whatever she had the past twenty-four years of her life wasn’t even worth what she can’t have now.

Every afternoon she went into the café, she’d always see him standing there as if waiting for her. He’d have a dashing smile on his face that would make her heart skip a beat. He’d bow at her and guide her to the table. She’d always think she was in a restaurant as the service was as good as that. His voice would nearly send her to a starry-daze whenever he would greet her.

“Welcome, Ayu-san,” he’d say. By then she had already told him to call her by her name.

It was a month later that she found out that she wasn’t an exception to his sincerity. In fact, he treated all his customers in the same manner. The whole thought made her angry. Her selfishness was returning. It was that day, that he was someone else’s waiter while another waiter was assigned to her.

That day she was as flashy as ever, clad in a flamingo pink dress, matching heels and bags. Her accessories were big and overly expensive. She was furious. “I want Nishikido Ryo as my waiter!” she demanded haughtily.

“B-b-but Miss…” the waiter stammered. He looked over at Ryo pleading for help but Ryo ignored his fellow colleague and carried on serving the other girl.

Upset for being ignored as well, she stood up abruptly and stalked up to him. “I said I want you to be my waiter.”

His customer seemed irritated by her presence not that she cared. “Don’t you see he’s my waiter?” the girl snobbishly pointed out.

The dressed up girl shot the girl a glare making her cower down. Her gaze returned to Ryo, waiting for him to give in and come back to being her waiter.

“Ayu-san,” he said with a sigh. “If you come back tomorrow, I will be your waiter. Today, I am this lovely lady’s waiter.”

“There’s nothing lovely about her,” she snapped at him.

“Every lady who comes here are is lovely,” he explained with his calm, velvety voice.

Tears welled at the corner of her eyes. She forcefully blinked it back. “No they’re not,” she argued. “You can’t think of other women like that! Only me. You can only think of me like that.”

The girl, who at first was scared of her glare, managed to regain her composure and stand up to be in the eye level as Ayumu. “Who the hell do you think you are?” she demanded. “Nishikido-sama belongs to everybody. Don’t come here claiming he’s yours.”

Ayumu gasped. No one ever talked to me with a raised voice, she thought. No one dared to. “You bitch, if you don’t know who I am, then just ask. My name is Hamano Ayumu, the daughter of Hamano Yosuke.”

Seeing the shocked expression on the girl’s face, she smiled in triumph. There is not one person who hasn’t heard of her father. She turned to the guy she liked and held out her hands in a haughtily gesture.

“Let’s start dating,” Ayu boldly announced and tuning out the gasps around the café. “I’m rich, beautiful and irresistible. You won’t find anyone better than me.”


Ryo Nishikido was annoyed, more than annoyed. He had never met a girl like her. The past month he had to deal with her flirting which he tried to ignore. But it was hard to ignore her with her flashy clothes. He guessed she purposely wore them just to get the attention she loved.

Now to hear her bold confession, he was beyond shocked at her straightforwardness. He took a deep breath and then exhaled haggardly.

“You know the girls I can’t stand the most?” he began, speaking as calm as he could. He carried on before she could open her mouth to reply. “Those who are selfish, arrogant and self-centred. They are too full of themselves and careless about anything beside wealth and looks. They definitely are not ones that I will ever date. If I ever date it would be a girl who doesn't care about her looks and background. She would not flaunt how well off she is and she would be sincere. She should get me with her personality and not her looks.” He then added with disgust, “Also, to tell you the truth, your gaudy clothes are an eyesore.”

He could tell he had stunned her. And he guessed that he must be the first to speak to her like that knowing well of her family and wealth. He could care less about something like that.

He watched as she opened her mouth to speak, and then closed it. She was speechless. He wondered if he went too far. He even wondered if she will start crying like a typical rich heiress and start wailing. He was about to prepare himself with the waterworks but to his surprise she stared at him defiantly and proud. She refused to cower down. She then turned on her heels and walked out the café.


A challenge was called. If he wanted a girl with personality then she will show him her personality. She will make him fall for her. She did feel a bit guilty when she said all those stuff but she did it out of pure jealousy. She never used her background before. This was the first time she used it.

Ayumu Hamano never backed away from a challenge even if it was something impossible for her. But if it was to win over a guy like him, a guy she was in love with despite the humiliation she had felt that time, she was willing do to anything.

No way was she going to back down now. It only made her motivated. She liked guys who played hard to get even if he wasn't playing.

For a month she did not return to the café. Instead she was busy changing herself.

The first thing she changed was her hair. She died it back to her original colour which was black - her unfavourable colour. The second was her contact lenses. She threw them all away in the bin and for the first time she was showing her brown orbs that she never liked. The third change was her accessories. She had to put away her flashy jewellery and stick to something simple although it was still expensive. And the last was her clothes. She had to go shopping for them. She didn't own anything plain or dark colours.

To make things more interesting, she put on an unsubscribed thick spectacle, her clothes were oversized and her hair was braided when she would never even pull it up before.

We’ll see if you could recognise me, she mused inwardly with a grin forming in the corner of her mouth. She looked like she was plotting something evil as she stared back at her reflection on the glass door of the café.

She quickly pulled herself together when she spotted Ryo who just turned to face the door. Pulling up her oversized trouser, she pushed the door open and entered.

Ryo stepped forward, at first he just stood there staring back at her but then bowed before straightening to cast a smile. Just like the first time, her heart skipped a beat.

“Welcome,” he greeted softly. He motioned her over to the table.

Ayumu was overly excited that she was having a hard time concealing it. He hasn’t recognised me! Allowing him to guide her to the table, she dug her short nails into her palms just to calm down.

Ha! She thought smugly. He is such an idiot - in a cute way - to not recognise me.


Ryo was shocked when she entered the café. He immediately recognised her even with the get up. He had to pull himself together and act normal not wanting to give himself away. He wanted to know what was up with the change.

At the back of his mind, he couldn't help but be impressed by how she could go to this length just for him. Yet he chose not to think too much into it.

While he was serving her favourite green tea, he realised something as she spoke to him. Although she had changed on the outside, she was still the same inside.

The way she talked was still the same. The way she smelt - lavender rose - was still the same. The way she would pick up her tea cup with her delicate fingers and a pinkie finger pointing up was still the same.

Ryo stilled as he was about to refill the cup.

What was he thinking? He panicked. When did he pay attention to her that he even knew the little things about her?

He didn't like her. She was the type of girl he hated the most. He refused to acknowledge the feeling he was having.

“Is everything alright?” she asked, her voice was coming out sweetly unlike her haughtily tone.

He snapped out and glanced at her then at the kettle he was holding. He quickly poured the tea and stepped back.

“Y-yes everything is fine, Miss..”

Damn, he had to get a grip over himself.


Ayumu found it fun dressing down. It felt different. People treated her differently and they approached her more inside the café and outside. Before the make-over no one dared to approach her. They had never included her in anything.

It felt good to be treated like that but at the same time she was a little saddened that they would only treat her like that when she was in that form. If she returned to the old Ayumu Hamano, she knew they would back off again.

The next few months she had been going to the café every day and every day Ryo would be her waiter. He also treated her differently than usual. He talked to her more while before she would have to force words out of him. They would talk about numeral of things and she showed off her intelligence and knowledge. It was thrilling to have an intelligent conversation with him. She found out that he was the type who likes to read different types of book and would discuss it in full length where she will always make sassy remark and make him laugh.

She was happy. It meant that he liked her even if it was just a little.

But as the dressed down Ayumu, she was shy to ask him out even though she shouldn’t have changed that drastically. Maybe it was because she didn’t want another rejection and was afraid.

To her utter surprise, he beat her to it by asking her out when she was on her way out of the café. He had followed her behind and just when she had opened the door, he grabbed for it startling her by his action. He leaned forward and whispered into her ears.

“This Sunday, if you’re free meet me outside AB Cinema.”

She gasped and jerked her head back as her ears tickled at his breath. She stared at him wondering if he was being a jerk. There was no humour written anywhere on his face. Instead, he looked more serious than ever.

She gulped. Before she could give him an answer he pulled back and walked away leaving her in a daze.


He couldn't believe it. He asked her out! It was a spur of the moment thing but he couldn't help but fall for her even when he had tried to deny his feelings. He found that she was not how she first seemed. He found her witty and straightforward. She would listen to him chatting nonstop about a book he read and she would say something witty and give her own opinion on it. He found her humorous and also found it comfortable around her. He may have misjudged her.

Later when they had met outside the cinema, he had noticed how nervous she was, evaporating his own nervousness at the sight of her. She looked cute. He saw that even with her new outlook it didn’t hide her confident look. She stood straight and proud. But she looked sincere and real.

The two had started dating regularly but whenever she would come to the café, they’d always be the customer and the waiter.

It seemed they couldn't further their relationship yet after all she had yet to come clean and tell him she was Ayumu Hamano not Sayuri Watanabe her mother’s name. And he had yet to confess that he already knew who she was.


One day something happened. The girl from couple of months ago, who had been served by Ryo when the humiliation had occurred, came back claiming Ryo as her waiter again but Ryo was already Ayumu’s waiter.

It wouldn't have blown out of proportion if the girl didn't recognise her instantly.

“Oh my God! Hamano Ayumu, it’s you, isn't it?” she exclaimed out in disbelief. “What the hell?” she went on. She had by now, caught everyone’s attention. “I can’t believe you’ve dressed up as a nerd!”

Ayumu tuned out the girl’s voice and looked at Ryo who stood rooted on the spot. She tried to read him but it was hard to when he had an impassive look on his face.

Tears welled at the corner of her eyes. She should have guessed. Even if she was Sayuri Watanabe now, eventually her cover will be blown and she would be Ayumu Hamano once again, the girl no one wanted to care about or want to get close to unless they wanted to get close to her father or get something out of her. They will always use her.

She had hoped to reveal Ryo her real self once he confessed that he liked her which she hasn’t heard from him yet. It was too late. She was not likely to hear it ever.

The girl didn't seem to be finished. “Nishikido-sama, did she try to deceive you? That witch thinks you’ll like her while she’s pretending to be a nerd.”

“No!” Ayumu cried out. “It’s not like that!” She glanced at Ryo with pleading eyes. “I only wanted to show the real me. I wanted you to like me for me. I’m still me even under these baggy clothes.”

“Ayu-san,” he called her name out. “I...”

“What a bitch!” the girl cut him off. “Just because she’s rich, she thinks she could get away with anything.”

“I wasn't trying to get away with it,” Ayumu defended herself desperately. “I love Ryo-kun. I just want him to like me back. Is that wrong?” she paused to brush away the tears that were streaming down her cheeks. “I admit I was a bit selfish and spoilt but I was pursuing Ryo-kun on my own. I’m not demanding him to like me. I’m just waiting for him to see me for who I am.

“These past few months with Ryo-kun were the first time I was able to be myself and enjoy myself. I never had a friend before to talk and laugh with. Everyone who I knew only wanted to get close to me because of my father or thought they can get something from me. Ryo-kun was the first to never care about my name and background.

“I’m sorry for lying,” she went on. “I just wished you had started feeling the same way as I felt about you. This time I’ll definitely let you go.”

The girl cast a smug expression. She turned to Ryo and held onto his sleeves. “Come on, Nishikido-sama. You’ll be my waiter now.”

Ryo at first did not budge but then when he saw Ayumu turning on her heel and about to leave, he pulled his sleeves back. He took a few long strides to her and grabbed her wrist causing her to twirl around in surprise.

“Wait,” he said. “Who said you can let me go?”

Her tears subsided and her breath hitched. “Huh?”

“Do you think I’m stupid?” he continued ignoring her confused expression. “Do you think I didn't recognise you if the girl over there,” he nodded his head over to the other girl who was fuming furiously at them, “recognised you immediately?”

She opened her mouth to speak but no words would come out.

He let go of her wrist and lightly tapped her head. “Silly girl,” he grinned. “I told you I didn’t like girls who care about their looks and background. If you really cared about your looks that much, you would never have changed, even if it was for me and if you cared about your background, you would never have fallen for someone like me.

“Yes at first I was a bit wary about your motives but you didn’t force yourself on me. Instead you started to show me the sweet, kind woman you are and waved away any doubt I had of you before. You blew me away with your impressively mind and dazzled me with your inner beauty. It was like I found my best friend when I could talk to you about anything.”

“W-w-what does that mean?” she stuttered out as soon as she found her voice. She was looking at him eagerly.

He chuckled. “It means that I love you. I wouldn't have asked you out if I didn't like you even after knowing who you are all along.”

“You love me?”

Ryo nodded. And to prove it, he leaned forward and touched her lips with his own for a chaste kiss. When he pulled back, he saw her frozen in place. A smile crept on his mouth.

“Let start dating, Hamano Ayumu,” he declared. “I’m handsome, although I’m not rich, but I am irr-res-sista-ible.” He emphasized the word ‘irresistible’.

She came out of the daze wondering if it was a dream and she would wake up any minute. At first she blinked several times before bursting out laughing. “That’s okay. I can cover the rich part for both of us.” This made him laugh. She was definitely witty with the capital W.

She looked around in surprise as she heard everyone around the café began clapping and cheering for them. The girl who was still furious stormed out of the café. Ryo laughed as he grabbed the back of Ayumu’s head and pulled her for another kiss.


Ayumu refused to let Ryo work as a waiter after that. She wanted him all to herself. She bought a café in the main part of Tokyo and named it Bishounen Café where only handsome men worked. She wanted other girls to experience what she had which is why all the guys were single. Even with her outrageous demands, guys were dying to work at the popular café and of course only the handsome ones were picked.

The Bishounen Café was so popular that women from other countries were demanding her to open one at their country. Since she wanted to please them, she opened three more in Korea, Taiwan and Hong Kong.

Ryo was given the position of the boss since he had persuaded her into returning to becoming a doctor. Because she was dressed down now - not the nerdy look but more sophisticated - she was now respected as a doctor. Her father was so pleased with the change that he finally appointed her as his successor when previously he had planned for her to marry a guy to take over his business. And since he was leaving it with her, he didn't mind that his daughter went with Ryo.

Ryo could only manage one café at a time which is why he left the cafés in Korea, Taiwan and Hong Kong with other managers unless they needed him over there.


DATE:Saturday, 31 March 2012 TIME:{03:20} COMMENTS:

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