Bride of billionaire vampire

Harajuku district.... Shibuya, Tokyo.

      At a restaurant...

   "Thank you for coming to our restaurant, we hope to see you soon, we'll treat you better next time".

     Denki said, bowing his head as he waved to the last couple who just left the restaurant.

     They were about to close for the day and he sighed in relief.

    He took off the apron he wore on top of his casuals...

   "Hey Denki! I'll double your wages today, you did well".

    Mr Kakashi, The master Chef and owner of the restaurant said, counting the money in his hands joyfully.

   "We made a lot of money today, I'm happy".

   "Arigatou gozaimatsu (Thank you)".

   The latter replied politely bowing his head again not even in the slightest way excited about the doubling of his wages.

    All he thought about was his home...

      His bed in particular.

   He didn't get the chance to rest after school as he rushed down to the restaurant immediately he was dismissed from school.

    He was a part timer and had to take on the job to sponsor himself in school and support his bills.

    "Mr Kakashi, we also did well". One of his colleagues said, waving his hand to get the attention of their boss who was still counting his money.

    "No!". The boss said and he gulped down.

   "Only Denki did well today and I'll reward him, try harder next time".

   "Yes sir". He replied in disappointment.

    Denki collected his pay for the day and set off for his house.

     "See you tomorrow Denki!". His boss said.

    "Right! Good night!". He replied and headed for where he parked his bike.

    On starting it, it failed to and he noticed he was low on fuel.

     He let out a sigh in frustration and looked around.

    It was late and the fuel/gas stations were already closed.

     Guess I'll have to pull you along gently.

     He said to the bike, thinking about the distance from the restaurant to his house.

       His stomach grumbled making him bite his lip.

      He skipped lunch and now he hadn't had dinner yet.

     He was busy working when his colleagues were eating and now he regretted missing his meal.

       "Hey! Stop there!". He heard a harsh, stern voice and he gasped.

        The thugs...

    He thought to himself...

   They're here...

    He turned quickly on impulse and sighted six well built-up guys approaching him.

     This is bad!

   He turned away from them and began walking faster.

      "Hey!!".

   Shit! He cussed when he heard the authoritative voice again and increased his steps once again, his bike slowing him down.

     He tried to run but his bike prevented him from doing so and he couldn't allow them catch up with him else they might rob him dry and he couldn't afford that either.