| Fan Fiction |
by Jessi
“Why the hell is he torturing me?” Gong Yoo said under his breath. Jude let out a sigh. Gong Yoo was a good looking talented guy, but why did he have to be such a drag. It was annoying as hell.
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“I think he might hate me. Out of all people he partners me with you. Yama knows I can’t stand you,” Takeo said with a frustrated huff. She was mad, hell she was downright furious that she had been paired with Miura. He looked over at her; his bleached hair slicked back, a pair of square black eyeglasses covering his blue eyes. He was wearing an all white suit with a black tie. He looked like an Asian Roy Orbison.
“Trust me I don’t like it either. I don’t like to spend any more time with you than I have too,” Miura said with a scowl on his handsome face. He was staring at her, standing there with her arms crossed over a Rolling Stones shirt. Takeo had on a pair of tight white pants with black shit kicker boots, her red hair in a perfect faux hawk. Takeo was such a pain in his ass.
She looked at him standing there in his suit and she had to admit to herself, even though it hurt her to do so, that Miura looked damn good in a suit. The thing looked like it was made for him and she liked that. Guys in suits where one of the most sexy things to Takeo and she quickly shook her head, looking away from him. She couldn’t think things like that about him, not ever.
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Kame stood silently beside Tyler who was fiddling with the red tie she was wearing. He was still angry with her for the night at the bar. It hadn’t even been a big deal, but it still made his blood boil slightly that Tyler had done that. Kame let out a loud sigh and ran one of his hands through his black hair, getting Tyler’s attention. She looked over at him, her blue eyes intense under her scrunched brow. It was the third time he had done that and it was driving her crazy.
“Why are you so huffy-puffy Kame?”
“You still haven’t apologized for the other night,” Kame said calmly as a camera bulb went off somewhere in the studio.
“What the hell do I have to apologize for? You got laid didn’t you?” Tyler asked, turning fully toward him now, an angry look on her face.
“As a matter of fact I didn’t. Some guy’s words kept running through my head and I couldn’t go through with it. Thanks for the cock block,” Kame said. Tyler saw red as she looked at him. He was blaming her because he couldn’t get it done in the sack. What the hell was the matter with him; he wasn’t the Kame she knew. That guy took responsibility for his mistakes he didn’t push them off on someone else.
“Look Kame don’t blame me for your problems in the sack okay. You just knew that I was right. A hoe is a hoe Kame and that’s it.” Kame looked over at her before he smashed the green military hat on his head.
“Are you talking about me or the girl when you say that?” Kame said, but he didn’t wait for an answer, he just walked over to where Miura was arguing with Takeo . . . again. Tyler felt like ripping her hair out as she watched him walk away in his military suit. Why was he being like that? It wasn’t like him and it didn’t help that she could hear Sho’s chuckle ringing in her head.
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Yuuki stood quietly beside Miyavi, stiff as she could be. She always felt that way around him, stiff and not knowing what to do or how to act. He was dressed like a greaser, like John Travolta in Grease. A cigarette was hanging from his mouth, the smoke curling in the air slowly, black hair slicked back. A bright light flashed and she wanted to blink, but she didn’t. All she wanted to do was get the damn photo shoot over with. Why did Yamapi have to pair her with Miyavi anyway? Couldn’t he have picked Hiroki? She was much more comfortable around him.
Miyavi looked over at Yuuki who was standing close to him, their shoulders touching. He could tell that she was uncomfortable; it was all in her body language. She was always like that around him, but he would have to change that after what Yamapi had asked of him.
“Take care of her . . . Yuuki,” he had said and since those words had left Yamapi’s mouth they were the only thing that Miyavi could think about. Take care of the fragile drummer girl from madam Butterfly… it sounded so much easier than it was. He suddenly threw his arm over her shoulders and he could feel her stiffen even more under his touch. He looked down at her, willing her to look up at him. When she finally did, her brown eyes wide, he smiled down at her.
“Don’t worry I don’t bite,” He said before another flash temporarily blinded him.
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Shun didn’t want to get to close to Keito, but it was being demanded of him. Keito was staring at him with her mismatched eyes that freaked him out beyond reason. He inched closer slightly, hoping the photographer would tell him to stop soon. Keito was barefoot, one of her legs pulled to her chest as she sat on a fake log, the other leg dangling over the side. It frustrated her that he was that afraid of her, she actually found it quite insulting. No one else in the whole building acted like that toward her except him. She was tempted to take a page from Takeo’s book and give him a hard punch to the face and Keito had never used violence before.
“You know you could act a little less freaked out by me. I’m not that bad,” Keito said, her gaze falling to her bare feet. Shun observed her for a moment and a tiny feeling of guilt seeped into him.
“I’m not freaked out,” Shun tried to lie, but Keito only scoffed at him.
“Please, if it wasn’t your body language giving you away it would be your aura. See usually your aura is a sea foam green color, but the minute that you see me it becomes dark, almost black. Fear or hatred causes that kind of change in the aura and you’re just obvious.”
“I’m not . . .” Shun started but Keito shushed him, her mismatched eyes back on him.
“Let’s just get this over with,” She said. The photographer motioned Shun to sit on the log beside Keito and he did, scooting as close to her as the man directed. They turned toward each other and stared, their faces inches apart. Shun didn’t get it, it wasn’t a manly pose they were told to do.
“Now grab his upper arm,” the photographer told Shun. He did as he was told and when his hand touched Keito’s bare arm she felt electricity shoot through her body. He still looked afraid of her and she let out a sigh before she leaned in to whisper to him.
“I’m sorry I frighten you, but I can’t change who I am.” As her breath danced against the side of his face and neck he felt a tingle go up and down his spine.
‘This feeling isn’t good,’ they both thought in unison.
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When the pair photos were done Yamapi held his breath. It was time for the damn girl photos. It was a terrible idea, but he could think of no way to get out of it. Commotion caught his eye and he looked over to see the director packing his bags.
“What are you doing? What about the other photos?” Yamapi asked as he scratched at his dark curly hair. The photographer looked up at him and then back down at his bags.
“Your old man called and said that he didn’t want his boys dressing up as girls.”
Yamapi tried desperately to hide his excitement at the news. The old man had actually saved him and didn’t even know it. He had a little luck after all. When he looked over at the girls they were smiling at him, hearing the news. Tyler was even doing a little jig, earning a hard slap to the back of the head from Takeo.
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Author's Note: okay sorry it's taking so long but the new place i just moved to doesn't have internet yet. i am going to get it ASAP. Oh and i updated all stories (including TLRH) except the one shots... i know im slacking on those, but i figure the stories are more important. Oh and things are just going to get more complicated from here on out... hehehe