A/A: Heeeeeey everybody! Its B here bringing you my second Yaoi story (though the first one isn't finished yet) but I had this idea in my head and I had to get it out. Any who this is a Lucky story inspired by OneRepublic's "Everybody Love Me" and thus named after it. Constructive criticism is welcomed and I do enjoy those lovely little things called reviews, so read and review please ^_^
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the twisted little plot bunny that periodically attacks me in the most vicious of ways. All characters and D. Gray-Man belongs to Hoshino Katsura. "Everybody Loves Me" belongs to OneRepublic. I was just simply inspired by the song.
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The present
Full Summary: Tyki Mikk is one of the world's most renown and popular male supermodels working for Noah Industries ( a 1stclass industry dominating the world of fashion, modeling, and journalism). Having been modeling since the young age of 12, he knows nothing of the world other than partying, drinking, gambling, modeling, and sex. A cold hearted, manipulative and calculating man, Tyki believes that the world was meant to be his, bend at his will and has no qualms about using others for his own gain. However, something lays hidden beneath his cold surface, seeking something more than his extravagant lifestyle…Lavi, the new photography intern, grew up under the impression was that nothing else mattered in life besides success, that in death a man's worth was determined by his success and that was how he would be remembered by the world. Emotions like love didn't matter because in the end you can't measure love. Despite his outgoing and lively personality, Lavi knew the consequences of straying away from that dogma and stayed away from concepts of love and relationships until…
Genre: Romance/Angst with a hint of attempted comedy
Rating: MA just to be safe for language, drug and alcohol usage, sexual activities, and violence
Everybody Loves Me
"Brother…." Small hands tugged at the gray cotton t-shirt, a young boy desperately trying to get his brother's attention.
The older boy sighed and turned around from his place staring at the almost empty refrigerator, eyes previously scanning for food; his search was pointless as there was nothing but a half a carton of milk, a molded sandwich, a half a loaf of bread, and a hunk of cheese. Looking down at his younger brother, the elder frowned when he saw the sad and desperate expression that graced the boys normal delightful and handsome face.
"Brother…I'm hungry," the younger whined fighting back tears that threatened to fall from his eyes. For added affect, a low grumbling rose from the boy's stomach.
"Where's momma?" he inquired sniffing lightly.
Sheryl, the oldest, patted his little brother's messy jet black hair and squatted down to his level.
"I know you are. But we don't have anything really…I guess cheese and bread will have to do for now little brother," he pinched the boys slightly chubby cheeks, leaving a small red mark on his tan skin, causing him to pout.
Sheryl, 8 years old than the 8 year old Tyki, sighed again turning back to the fridge, pulling out the loaf of bread and hunk of cheese and cutting them both two thick slices of each. Sheryl was often left in charge of taking care of his little brother because their mom was gone so often; it was up to him to make sure there was food in the house and that both of them made it to school and back. He watched his identical mini-twin sit at the table across from him and almost inhale his food, his cheeks puffing out from being stuffed with food; it brought a smile to Sheryl's face. He loved his little brother dearly and saw him as the most precious and beloved creature in this world, he would do anything to protect him.
Tyki, gulped down the last of the food in his cheeks before looking at Sheryl; small tears had begun to form in his eyes again.
"Sheryl…where's momma? Why isn't she back?" young Tyki asked, small fists balled up on his lap. It was taking all his strength not to let his tears fall. He had always been told that boys don't cry, and he still had the bruises of learning that lesson the hard way.
Sheryl bit his lip, "I don't know…I really don't know."Of course he knew, but he couldn't bear to tell the truth to Tyki. He was already so delicate and had been through enough for his age. His heart shattered when he saw the tears fall down Tyki's face, cascading from his eyes.
"Sheryl! Why isn't she here? Why hasn't she come back?" Tyki sobbed. Sheryl picked the small boy up into his arms trying to comfort him.
"Tyki, she'll be back. Shhhh"
"No she won't you're lying! She's not coming!" Tyki yelled going into hysterics, beating his tiny fists against Sheryl's chest.
"Tyki.."
"World wide from Cimarron to Turkey, open up said everybody loves me"
3 o'clock pm
A low curse escaped Tyki's mouth as sunlight flooded his vision; shielding his eyes with one hand while his head spun, the man slowly maneuvered himself out of the bed as his vision came together.
'Why the hell does it have to be so bright out right now?' He thought to himself, his exotic golden eyes squinting at the street below while he looked briefly out of his penthouse suite window. The city of New York was well into its day with people bustling about, leaving or heading into work, picking their kids up from school, or just plain out and about. Tyki smirked at them from above, almost laughing to himself at the fact that he had just now risen. A mean headache hit him from staring at the bright street below, and he angrily pulled the curtain together.
'That's what a half a bottle of Jack and going to bed at 6am will get you', Tyki thought to himself as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
A pair of slender and manicured hands slid around his waist and soft red lips kissed his bare back. The young man jumped slightly, having forgotten that there was another person in the room; he brushed his shoulder length hair back from his face in annoyance but managed to plaster a small smile on his face before turning to face his "conquest" from the night before.
"I see you're still here," his deep voice sending a soft chill up the young girl's body.
"Of course, why wouldn't I be?" she responded eyes gazing up at Tyki
'Because the general idea is that you should leave in the morning, if not the night before. If I hadn't been so wasted last night you would have been gone as soon as we were through'
Tyki smiled at his thought while the girl, whose name at the moment he could not recall, took it as he was glad to see she hadn't left. He had to admit the girl was pretty; long black hair falling almost to her waist, deep amber eyes, olive skin, and wonderful curves. But Tyki was not one to pussyfoot around too long and believed that once you served your purpose…it was time to get out, and her purpose was served last night.
Sliding out of the girls arms Tyki went and grabbed a towel from the hotel room closet, and turned back to the girl.
"Mind if I join?" the unknown girl said sensually, dropping the sheets that were wrapped around her body, leaving her naked.
Tyki was almost tempted to say yes, just to have one more pick me up round. He pushed the thought to the back of his head
"Actually love, I have a busy day ahead of me. I think it best if you get going,"
'Lies, I don't have a thing to do.'
The black haired girl stared at him, searching for words to say, before huffing and picking up the discarded sheets and gathering her clothes. Tyki chuckled to himself as the girl angrily threw her clothes on.
"Why so angry my love?" he questioned
The girl threw him and angry look and yelled, "You fuck me, then tell me to leave. I didn't even shower!"
Tyki walked over to the girl, holding her face in his hands. He immediately saw the anger disperse in her eyes, replaced by admiration and wanting. As long as he could remember he had that effect on people; both women and men and he had long since learned how to use it to his advantage.
His lips were barely an inch away from hers as his silky voice said, "Well what did you expect to happen love?"
Tyki chuckled lightly while rubbing the side of his face as "Black-haired girl" stomped out of his hotel room, red in the face and her clothes disheveled
'Maybe that was a little rude'
Tyki prided himself on being a gentlemen, well as much as a gentlemen that a playboy can be; he just was slightly peeved about the dream he had; rather memory would be the correct term. When ever he had a dream about his child hood, it severely dampened his mood. His childhood wasn't the happy one that most people experienced and he'd rather not take a trip down memory lane, whether he was conscious or not.
'Damn dream.'
After a 20 min shower, Tyki threw on a pair of dark colored jeans, dress shoes, an opened black dress shirt with a tight fitting white t-shirt underneath. While rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, Tyki checked his phone, seeing six mixed calls and 1 new voicemails, and called his voice mail before hitting the speakerphone button.
"You have 1 new voicemail…"
"First new message…"
"TYKI WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU NOT ANSWERING THE PHONE?" The loud blast emitted from the phone made Tyki jump back and fall over his giant suitcase. Recomposing him self he scrambled for the phone, slamming his left knee into the hard corner of the suitcase, before fumbling with the keys to turn the volume down.
'Damn you Kloud! Fucking suitcase!' The black haired man rubbed his sore knee, biting back curses. He had really, I mean really hit that suitcase hard. He mentally noted to find softer luggage and yell at one of his two assistants, probably that damn Johnny.
"IN CASE YOU DON'T ALREADY KNOW, THIS IS KLOUD, YOU KNOW, YOUR AGENT! I'VE BEEN CALLING YOUR HIGH STRUNG ASS ALL FREAKING MORNING! I KNOW YOU'RE PROBABLY STILL HUNGOVER BUT YOU NEED TO GET YOUR ASS INTO THE OFFICE BY 4:30, IN CASE YOU FORGOT WE HAVE A MEETING WITH THE EXECUTIVE BOARD SO HAUL YOUR LAZY ASS OUT OF BED AND GET HERE!"
Tyki panted and sweat dropped at the intensity of his agent's voice. Kloud could be the devil at times, it was best to stay on her good side. And truth be told, Tyki had forgotten all about his meeting. Tykiwas one of the most renown and successful models of today, signed with Noah Industries. He had graced the covers of countless magazines, appeared in numerous commercials, modeled for fashion designers like Armani, Gucci, Louis Vuitton, and Dolce& Gabbana, and was the man that every girl wanted and the one that every man wished he was. Blessed with natural good looks, a beautiful smile, and a passion for success and the glamorous things in life, to say that Tyki was born to do this was an understatement. He had fought and earned his way to the top, and the Portuguese 25 year old planned on staying there for a long time.
Tyki shook his head and stood up before scanning the room for his blue tooth and sunglasses. Grabbing and throwing them on, he pulled his hair back into his signature ponytail revealing his small cross shaped scar close to his right temple. Looking in the mirror and frowning at the blemish, the model grabbed his car keys and headed out of his hotel room, deleting Kloud's message in the process.
Noah Industries was well into its day just like the rest of New York City, when Tyki walked into the 10 story building. Noah Industries was one of the world's most powerful and well known entities in the world of fashion, modeling, art and magazines. It was known for its ability to spot new young talent and snatch it up before anyone else could; the company was successful because they owned the best. Yes owned.
Tyki tried to maneuver his way through the crowd of people running around making his way toward the elevator. He was busy looking down at his phone, replying to an angry text from Kloud when he went crashing into someone with a mess of red hair.
"Damn you Yuu!" Lavi cursedas he hung up his phone, trying to reach his, at the moment, unreachable friend Kanda Yu. Sliding the device into his pocket he once again scanned across the vast floor of Noah Industries main building, deciding where to go, which was his reason behind calling his anti social best friend. Kanda worked at Noah Id. as one of the best paid and popular models, and knew the place like the back of his hand. Now as one would guess, Kanda wasn't too particular about helping out everyone but Lavi expected him to at least answer the damned phone at the moment.
"Shit" the red head hissed pulling the strap on his bag tighter and looking again at the papers he was sent. It was his first day as a photographic journalist intern at Noah Industries and he was trying desperately no to be late.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," a long string of curse flew out of the lively boy's mouth as he checked his watch, realizing he had a little under 10 min to get where he needed to be. Looking down he scanned his paper work again, paying little attention to the tall dark haired man (also not paying attention) that was walking his way.
The boy collided with something heavy and solid, but still too soft to be a wall before bouncing off of it onto the ground, His paper scattering some. The thing he hit, or rather the person, stumbled back some, almost crashing to the floor too, before looking down at his assailant.
Bright green eyes met deep gold