Disclaimer: D.Gray-Man belongs to Hoshino Katsura.

Chapitre Un: Mr Delivery Boy

"Give us more skin…Flaunt those abs, gorgeous! Lower waistline, show some navel!"

The man was clearly disgruntled, but it was his job, so he did it anyway. The bright lights made his mood worse but it was part of the package, he'd have to endure it. The man behind the camera grinned. "That was absolutely fantastic! You'll make a great porn star, Kanda!" "In your dreams, you fucking asshole," Kanda shot back, shrugging on a coat after he stepped away from the set.

He hated modelling spring fashion the most, since it had to be done before winter was over. This meant Kanda was in the freezing cold with just a pair of slacks and an unbuttoned shirt on his body. "Good job, Yu-kun," Tiedoll praised with a smile, his red nose visibly resting on the tuft of moustache.

"DON'T. CALL. ME. THAT."

Kanda gave his manager an evil glare, promising pain and death and a lot of suffering to come. "You're a supermodel, Yu-kun! You should possess a diva personality, or at least smile and say thank you when someone praises you on a job well done!" The old man encouraged, undeterred. "One more word on my attitude…I'll burn the painting you framed up for me in my room," the drop-dead sexy man threatened. Immediately Tiedoll flinched as if he had been hit. "Oh, how could you say such a thing, Yu-kun?! When I was like a father to you!!"

"You're not my father!" Kanda snapped.

"I may not be, my boy, but I have been watching out for your needs ever since you were a wee lad. Oh, how you have grown now," Tiedoll gave a sentimental sniffle and blew his nose into a handkerchief. Kanda rolled his eyes and went off to one of the rooms reserved for the models at the photoshoot site. "Oi Kanda, be sure to come back out in fifteen minutes for another shot," his photographer, Daisya reminded him. He snorted in answer and retired to his room, wanting to get away from the blasted cold. The man gave himself a long, hard stare in the mirror.

Kanda hated his looks. It was his way of earning, but if he could choose he'd rather not depend on such a whimsical way of survival. He was never to type to be depending on something as trivial as physical features to earn a living, but it had come along the way naturally and settled into his life. Kanda never veered off the path ever since.

Thanks to it, he had everything a man could want; money, power, fame and the people who'd lust after him because he was what he was. But it didn't make Kanda happy. Entertained for some time, perhaps, but never truly happy. He sat, brooding, until his alone time was up. A strong frown set into his face, he stepped out.

Most of the on-set crew were crowding for a reason Kanda couldn't decipher. Until it dispersed long enough to let Kanda see who was in the centre of attention. Short silky snow coloured strands shone in the frosty sunlight. Silver eyes sparkled like raw diamonds. An apron was neatly tied around the petite waist and that tight ass was definitely gape-worthy. A simple yet sincere smile graced the face made soft by baby fats. Suddenly, the direction of the smile turned to him. It dazzled Kanda, to have the angel's beauty grace him. But he immediately turned away, as if Kanda was not worth a longer gaze. The unexpected reaction jerked Kanda, and irritated him to no ends.

People DON'T turn away from Kanda, they stare and drool and daydream away! Kanda didn't really like those reactions, but for some reason he wanted this particular one to look at him like that. With admiration and awe. Kanda didn't like to be put down like he was just now, not at all. He demanded attention from whomever he wants to and he would get it! As Daisya was walking past, he grabbed his arm and pulled him over. "Who's the kid with white hair there?" Kanda questioned without sparing a moment's thought for his photographer.

"Him? He's nobody, Kanda. He's just the delivery boy who brought our lunches," Daisya answered flippantly and went off to collect his bento after he pried Kanda's hand off him. The boy was not nobody, not to Kanda at least. Stealthily, Kanda approached the crowd; getting closer and closer to the stranger he did not know. As if sensing the supermodel approaching, the crowd of crew members parted to give him way, food and drinks in hand. And he finally did it.

Kanda Yu came face to face with the boy.

The first thing he noticed was a strange tattoo-like mark over the boy's left eye. Was he s sort of funky tattoo enthusiast? The boy was staring at him. Kanda smirked; he basked in the attention. "Do you not feel cold?" The delivery boy blurted out. The model blinked in surprise, before realizing he only had a coat and shirt on him with his pants, both unbuttoned. "…Not really. It's in the job description," Kanda bluntly answered in return. "But it doesn't mean it's okay to dress like that. Let me help you." Before anyone could say or do anything, the boy reached out and buttoned the shirt. He tucked it neatly into Kanda's pants and zipped up the coat, adjusting the collar properly. The delivery boy gave another brilliant smile and said, "Even supermodels catch a cold with their ice queen personalities. I should be heading back to work, so have a nice day!"

It was only fair to say that not just Kanda, but everyone stared after the mysterious boy as he left.

"…Who is he?"

No one could answer Kanda's question, being that no one knew at all.

Greatly interested in the boy, Kanda's head remained in the clouds for the rest of the day and his work was slightly affected in which Daisya nearly wept hysterically while Tiedoll was almost screaming for joy; he was only too old and dignified for that; for Kanda had a slightly dreamy expression never before seen, and that convinced his manager and ex-guardian that Kanda had been hit by one of Cupid's ridiculous-looking arrows. So swallowed by his thoughts Kanda never heeded them both. It was a good thing for if he did hear them, then neither of them would've left the photoshoot set alive.

The Japanese had rushed to leave after the photoshoot wrapped up. He finally came to his senses and decided to pursue the boy. Luckily, one of the staff remembered which restaurant they ordered from. Kanda got into his convertible and sped off, hoping to find the boy at the place he worked at. Too bad Kanda was to be disappointed. "Can I help you?" The manager asked kindly. "Earlier today, you sent a delivery boy to a photoshoot in Gendai Park. Who and where is he?" Kanda demanded. "Oh, you mean Al. He's gone now. He finished his shift already."

"Do you have his contact number, or address?" The model continued to press on.

"You're one of his fans, eh? I'm sorry, but I can't give out my employee's private information. You can wait for him to come to work at the same time next week if you really want to meet him," the manager firmly said and shooed Kanda out. Kanda blankly went back to his convertible. He sat himself down and gave himself some time to think. What was so good about the boy he needed to chase him down like this? He honestly didn't know. Did he like the boy? Nope, Kanda was positive he didn't. Did the boy attract his attention? Yes, he did. Did Kanda want to chase the boy? Oh yes, hell bent on doing so. Is he really that desperate?

Kanda floored the gas pedal. Time to pay a certain private investigator a visit.

Sorry for bringing to you yet another AU when I still have unfinished fics...Rest assured, I have not and will not abandon them. I just have hit an author block with them, or Judgement of Sin anyway. The Walker Syndrome and Lustful Carnage are progressing smoothly. This fic is mainly written due to a challenge that I did not expect. Mayhaps the summary will make the reader understand as to what challenge I have been faced with. I hope my regular readers will enjoy this one as well, despite it being brief chapters. I'm doing a first three chapters upload, if anyone is curious.