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For those of you who have been reading my other stories-I know this is REALLY RANDOM! But I just had a sudden urge to write an OC fic, since lately I've been into Yullen.
And for those other people that I don't know, please read, even if this is OC. I mean, not all OC fics are marysueish or shitty. Yeah-this one is awesome.
Well, that's about it! Thanks again and please remember to review if you read! :D
"WE ONLY SOLD TWENTY-FIVE FUCKING COPIES LAST WEEK!"
"I know, master."
"SO WHY DON'T YOU DO SOMETHING ABOUT THAT INSTEAD OF JUST STANDING THERE?!"
"Well...only if you stop threatening to stick a cigarette up my ass. It's disgusting."
"YOU IDIOT APPRENTICE!"
A choir of dangerous crashes and explosions was the first thing Chloe Kato heard when she stepped inside the rusty building. And if that wasn't enough to make her mood worse, when she turned the corner- but not without seeing a huge spider first-the scene was just as horrible as the noise, since pinned to the wall by his collar in an uncomfortable position was nobody else but her friend Allen Walker.
Who was currently being tortured by the owner of the building.
"What are you doing to him?" she yelled as she quickly scampered over and tried to tear them apart. Only the man who was killing Allen wouldn't let go, since he was well...Cross Marian. And she knew quite well that it took more than shouts to stop that terrible man.
"I brought you a bottle of Grey Goose Vodka." was the first thing that popped out of her mouth.
Cross stopped choking Allen.
Sadly this was probably the only was to save the boy-she had learned it from the unfourtunate years of experience working at this place. And it worked pretty well too, because slowly the redhead let go of Allen-causing the boy to fall into a pile of papers with a groan-and turned around to give her an interested stare.
"Where?"
Chloe wanted burn his goatee. But since there wasn't a match lying around, she just rolled her eyes. "I left it outside because I didn't want the other staff seeing." she lied. After all, she was only 16-clearly not the age to buy alcohol. And the staff? Well...there was only eight of them, including her and Allen. "But let's talk about the magazine first instead of opening another bottle of vodka and getting drunk."
Cross Marian stared at her for a moment in suspicion. Then he sat down on the chair. "Fine." he said as he lit up a cigarette. "What do you want to talk about?"
"Um...the magazine?"
Cross glanced at the white-haired boy who was currently glaring at him in a corner, and then turned back to Chloe. "Didn't you hear?" his voice was surprisingly calm towards her. "We only sold twenty-five copies this week."
"I know."
"...which means you're going to have to do something about it."
Of course. That wasn't surprising at all.
"Well...what do I do?" Chloe asked, mentally hoping that it didn't have anything to do with a bar, since the word always popped up whenever her boss was around for some reason.
"You dumbass." Cross scoffed. "I want you to get more gossip and information on the stars of course."
Chloe sighed. Why did that red-haired womanizer always expect her to know what he was thinking when he only gave he one word as a hint? And even worse, the word was always dumbass, so it didn't exactly help her understand what he wanted her to do. "Yes, I'm just going to go up to Tyki Mikk and ask him who's been dating recently." she said sarcastically. "And then I'll report it to you, where you can post the news all over the magazines so the whole world can know about his love life."
"Use sarcasm on me one more time and I'll fucking burn your arm with this cigarette." Cross threatened, though she was kind of used to it already. Usually his threats never actually happened though. But unfortunately with Allen, it was different. They always came true for him.
Which was probably why the boy was sitting in the corner with his arms clutched in his hands.
"Damn son of a Wanker." the British boy hissed in pain.
Cross just ignored him though. "Anyway," he said roughly. "Who's the hottest guy out there right now?"
She thought about it for a moment.
"Um, Tyki?" Chloe offered at the exact same second Allen said "Lavi."
She blinked at the white-haired boy. "Lavi?" she echoed as his pathetic answer. Sure that redheaded actor was smexy, but nowhere could he compare to Tyki Mikk, the famous star that had been on font covers of magazines everywhere for years. And next to him, Lavi Bookman was just another teen idol who would falter after a few months-just like many others who tried way too hard to be hot.
Allen gave her a shocked look. "Cor Blimey, did you just say Tyki?" he repeated slowly, giving her a strange look. "For bloody bloomer's sake, that Willy's been out there before Lavi was even born!"
Chloe raised an eyebrow.
Okay, so that was an exaggeration, but it was half true. She knew that Tyki had been out for quite a while now, and Lavi was just a newcomer in the business. So... "Well, what do you want us to do then?" Chloe turned to Cross, who seemed to be considering the question. Personally she liked Tyki Mikk better, but since it was up to the man who owned the magazine, it didn't matter that much.
After all, both of them were just assy stars who had drowned in fame and money.
"Chloe, you need to keep up to date if you don't want to get fucking fired." Cross said, satisfied that for once, his apprentice was right. "And speaking of getting fired, if you don't get the next job right, you can expect to get the fucking hell out of here."
The browned-haired girl flinched. What beautiful words. In fact, Cross definitely should have gotten a job on Sesame Street with Elmo-he would have been so popular with the children!
"Well what do I have to do to not get fired?" she asked, wondering why she put up with this man. Sure McDonalds didn't pay alot, but it was probably much better than spending time in a hopeless magazine business with a man who liked to laugh murderously often. Maybe the money wasn't worth it after all.
"Do you still need to me to fucking explain?!" Cross practically hollered. "I want you to take ten shots of Lavi Bookman by the end of this week-isn't that clear enough, you fuck-up?!""
Chloe swallowed down the anger rising up. "...I suppose?" was what she managed to choke out. That stupid man-he had never said anything about taking photos!
"Good." Cross huffed. "And if you don't..." his eyes then turned dangerous. "Well you know the consequences."
Chloe sighed, trying to not to burst into tears. She knew the consequences-in fact, even better than she knew the back of her hand. She knew that if she got fired, she would have no way to pay the rent of her home- a shabby apartment in Tokyo, an expensive place to live. And she knew that nobody would be able to help her if that ever happened, since her parents well....they weren't exactly around. Because right now they were probably sitting on the couch in the un-living room.
Yeah that's right. The un-living room.
"But..." she rubbed her eye and prayed that a tear wouldn't roll out. "Where the hell am I supposed to find Lavi Bookman?"
Seriously. He was a celebrity. And if she could find him that easily, then so could the other million of squealing fan girls out there.
Heck-he probably lived underground!
Cross snorted. "How the fuck would I know?" he rolled his eyes. "If I did I probably would have made billions of cash a damn century ago!"
Oh. Right. A slap for asking such a stupid question.
"But-"
"Get you're butt out of here and go take some photos of Lavi Bookman!" Cross shouted as he grabbed a camera from the desk and chucked it at Chloe, who caught it clumsily due to her reflexes.
"O-okay!" the girl answered as she took the camera with her and hurried out of the office as fast as she could.
But before she stepped out of the building quickly, she heard another yell.
"AND WHERE THE HELL IS MY VODKA?!"
It didn't take a very long time to find Lavi's talent agency.
After searching on the web for the company that he worked for, she had found out the location. And since there was only two main talent agencies in Japan, it hadn't been that hard for her to find out where her target was hanging around, much to her surprise.
"Thankyou." she said the cab driver as she took out some cash and paid him. The man nodded and handed her the change, but before he could say something the girl had already closed the passenger door behind her and was running towards the large building frantically.
"Um, hi there." Chloe greeted the woman at the front desk as she ran inside the building-but not before stuffing the camera into her bag first. "Lavi Bookman works here, right?"
The woman-who was wearing bright red lipstick, raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow at her. "And you are...?"
"Um." she said. "I'm..." her voice trailed off unexpectedly as she quickly tried to think of a reply. After all, she couldn't just say: "Um yeah, I'm Chloe and I'm here to take photos of the hottest star in Japan, because if I don't then I'll be fired from Magazine Hopeless. So please-let me in, won't you? Promise I won't take long.
"I'm Yumi Kagawa." she said, blurting out the first name that popped into her head. "I'm his...sister."
The lady at the desk giggled, covering her mouth with her perfectly manicured fingers as she laughed. "Nice try, Yumi." she said. "But if you're related to Lavi, then why is your last name Kagawa?"
Chloe wanted to kick herself. Oh right, she had forgotten about that.
Flying Fadoodles.
"His adoptive sister." she corrected, desperately trying to save the conversation. Otherwise she could wave goodbye to her job and life.
Unfortunately though, the lady only seemed amused by this. "No wonder you guys don't look alike at all." she giggled. "I mean, he has red hair and green eyes and you have brown hair and..." she peered closer and tried to look through the giant glasses. "Gray eyes." the woman laughed. "I have to say though, he's much hotter than you are."
Chloe laughed along but it came out more as a cough. "Haha!" she smiled, trying her hardest not to jump up on the desk and bite her head off. "I know..."
"But I admit," the woman continued on without letting her finish, "I've never met a girl who's made up such an absurd lie. Most girls just come and say they have a meeting with him. In fact, some of them just bluntly come and say they want his autograph. But..." she gave me a deadly smile. "I've never met somebody who claims to be his sister."
Chloe tightened her hands into round fists.
And there went her cover. Boom! Just like a wig blowing off on a windy day to reveal that the user was actually bald.
"But I'm serious!" Chloe cried. "It's not a lie!"
Though it really was.
The woman at the front desk sighed as she examined her nails. "If you want a kiss from him, it's not going to happen." she told her. "In fact, I think he's dating Chomesuke-"
"Like hell I would want a kiss from him." Chloe hissed in a dangerously low voice, mood instantly changing. Well...she was a teenager, so what did you expect?
"Then what do you want?"
Chloe let out a sigh. "Could I just see him please?"
"I hear that question a million times a day."
"Well am I the one millionth asker then?" she asked sarcastically. "Do I win a laptop or a meeting with him?"
The lady smiled. "How about you leave and I'll not call security?"
Chloe rolled her eyes. "Do I look dangerous to you?" she asked.
"Quite."
The girl took a deep breath. These showbiz people...thinking they were so high and mighty just because they got to see hot guys and beautiful girls everyday. Nobody ever talked to her-Chloe Kato, like that! Ever!
"Listen," she said in a low voice, slamming her hands on top of the desk gently. "All I'm trying to do here is get my job done, otherwise I'll get fired. So please, if you could be a little bit more helpful, I-"
"Um, security?" the lady was already on the phone much to Chloe's dismay. "Yeah. We've got a problem here. Some fangirl is-"
"I give up."
And with a glare, the girl walked out of the building hurriedly, afraid that two hunky bodyguards were going to jump on her any moment. After all, bodyguards were mainly made out of beef, cheese, and steel, so she didn't exactly want to be tackled onto the ground by one of those things. Unless she wanted to break an arm or two. And since she barely had enough money to pay for the rent-let alone hospital fees, she didn't want to get into any more trouble.
Especially not when the trouble was something that would probably be all over Gossip Daily the very next day.
The girl stepped out of the building and immediately the bright sunlight struck her in the face. It was winter, but it wasn't a very cold one-in fact there had barely been any snow this month and her hopes of sledding had definitely been crushed a long time ago.
Chloe let out a sigh. If only her mother was alive and her dad wasn't off with some random woman. Then she wouldn't have had to work at a Magazine Company as a part time job.
Really...when her dad had asked her if she wanted to go live with him and his new wife a year ago, she had screamed a loud no at him. And this was why she had ended up like this-a glasses wearing brunette who worked at a hopeless magazine run by a man who was drunk most of the time. Though now that she thought about it, maybe she should have gone with him after all. A stepmother couldn't have been worse than living in poverty, could it?
She was just about to think of another way to get in when she felt her cellphone vibrate against her jeans.
Frowning, she dug into the pockets and pulled out the old thing, squinting through her glasses to see the name.
Caller ID: Allen Walker.
One of the nicest friends she had.
"Hello?" she answered without much energy. "Allen?"
"Ch-Chloe?" was the stammered reply on the other end. "A-are you alright?"
The girl rolled her eyes in frustration. "No, I just got hit by a truck and now I'm limping towards the hospital with a broken leg and an internal injury." she said, then after a moment she spoke again. "Yes I'm alright! Why wouldn't I be?"
"Well, I just thought..." Allen seemed to be searching for the right words. "Well...you know...Master Cross was quite harsh back there and I just though that maybe you were..."
Chloe smiled. "Thankyou for worrying about me, Allen." she laughed. "But I'm really fine...maybe a bit rejected-" she glared at the Talent Agency building-"but fine."
There was a silence on the other end.
"Oh." Allen finally said after a moment. "O-Oh. That's great! So how are things going over there with mission impossible? I mean, geez! Why would Master Cross gave you such a horrid task?"
Chloe made a depressed noise. "I don't know." she answered. " But I just went in there and asked them about Lavi Bookman, and now I'm out here. Hint."
"Oh Chloe, that's bloody terrible!" Allen said sympathetically. "I...I feel so bad for you...argh! I'm so angry at that damned Cross! Just because we work for him doesn't mean he can treat us like bloody slaves!"
"....I know." the girl said. "And now I have to search some teen hearthrob and take some sexy pictures of his ass for everyone."
Allen laughed. "It'll help us too though." he told her. "And besides...my job isn't much better."
"What do you have to do?"
"Argh, it sucks! I have to bloody-"
"Wait, Allen." Chloe whispered just when a black car suddenly whisked by the streets. She didn't know if it had been an illusion or not, but she could have sworn that she had seen a bundle of red hair in the car, even though the windows were darkly tinted. And well...wasn't there a certain guy with red hair that every girl knew?
"I...I think I just saw Lavi Bookman."
"WHAT?!" there was a loud screech on the other end of the line. "Wa-wait are you se-"
Before he could finish his sentence, Chloe had already hung up on him and was jumping up in the air frantically waving for a taxi. After a good five seconds, a cab finally pulled over and in less than a nanosecond she was already in the passenger seat, screeching for him to start driving. "Hurry!" the girl practically yelled as she pointed towards the black car that was now getting further away from them. "Follow that black car over there!"
"Wh-which one?" The cab driver panicked in confusion. "That?" he pointed towards a black Toyota splattered with dirt.
"NO, YOU SON OF A DOOFUS!" the girl shouted. Honestly, did such a car look like something that Lavi Bookman would ride in?! "It's the one over there! It's the-" she squinted and peered through her glasses, trying to read the brand on the bumper. But all she saw was a blurry dot. "THE EXPENSIVE ONE!"
"Well you could have just said so." the man pointed out as he started driving towards the dark sleek car.
Chloe let out a breath of relief as she realized that the taxi man had understood their target. Only she wasn't sure if it had actually been their target, since she only seen a dash of red go by.
But hopefully it was-she was definitely praying for it.
And besides, a try couldn't hurt, could it?
After about another half hour of car chasing with stops and turns, they finally made it towards a rich-looking neighborhood full of tall, new apartments and a clean environment. Chloe wrinkled her nose-this was the exact opposite sort of place that she lived in. In fact, it was one of those neighborhoods that she would have liked to live in. But that dream clearly wasn't going to come true in next century or so.
"Don't follow too close behind." she whispered to the cab driver as she kept her eyes glued on the sleek black car. "I don't want it to seem too suspicious."
"Miss, if you're doing something illegal then I suggest that you stop now."
Chloe whipped around and gave him an exasperated look. "It's just my job." she told him. "Don't worry, I'm not a terrorist."
"You sure don't look like one."
Chloe shook her head. Of course she wasn't a terrorist! What kind of terrorist wore giant glasses, dirty boots, and had messy brown hair that looked like they just went bush-surfing?
She was just a normal girl who worked for a magazine...and she needed to keep her job badly.
After another long moment of waiting in the car, they finally saw it.
Chloe widened her eyes as the door to the sleek black car opened and out walked a guy with bright red hair.
Then she nearly fainted.
It was definitely Lavi alright-just the way she expected him to be. Bright red hair with emerald gleaming eyes and a body that could cause ten million girls to squeal and then go jump out of a window. The acting skills of a top class Oscar winning actor that could make you believe that everything he said was real even if he told you that he was actually a vampire that could transform into a werewolf. The playful and cheerful aura that warned everyone that he was fun to be around. The face of a god that could be pasted on every window of a building and still nobody would get enough of him.
Lavi Bookman.
And he was grinning at somebody in the car.
"Oh my god!" Chloe whispered breathlessly as she dug into her bag and took out her camera quickly, afraid that he was going to vanish into thin air before she even got a good look at him. Quickly she took a couple of good shots of the handsome redhead, smiling happily as she did so. Great-she could just imagine the headlines to tomorrow's magazine and this photo-Who is Lavi Bookman grinning at? Or Is it his secret sweetheart?
Maybe there was one pro to being the paparazzi after all.
"Erm, miss?"
-FLASH-FLASH-
"...miss?"
-SNAP-SNAP-
"Miss!"
Chloe spun around with a glare. It was the cabdriver, and he didn't look very pleased. "Is that Lavi Bookman?" was the blunt question.
She rolled her eyes. "Of course it is." she answered dully. "Otherwise why would I be taking pictures of him?"
"Can I....have one please?"
Chloe raised an eyebrow. "You mean a photo?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Why? You going to sell one for money?"
There was a long moment of silence.
"....yes."
"I'm sorry, but you really shouldn't do that." she told the cab driver. "I only do it because I have to."
Or I'll be living in the dumps.
"But-"
"Heres the money for the ride." she interrupted as she handed him some bills. "Thankyou. Goodbye."
The taxi man stared after her as she got out of the car and slid slowly behind a tree. She sighed; everybody wanted money. And she could definitely understand why, since she was one of those people, but...she glanced up at the sky and took her eyes off of Lavi for a moment. Did they really have to do it this way? By taking pictures of other people's lives and selling them to the media? What if she had been the one without the privacy?
Then she shook her head furiously. No wait, what was she thinking? She had to finish this job first before feeling sympathy towards somebody else! Yes, she had to save herself first. After all, it was the celebrity's own fault for choosing to walk that path, and that path meant having no privacy and being invaded 24/7, so they had to stick with it. Sometimes you could have a life of fame and money, but you didn't get what you wanted all the time. And that was what Lavi Bookman had chosen, so she was going to have to be the evil one to invade it.
Taking a deep breath, she followed behind Lavi as he walked towards his apartment. She couldn't take anymore pictures now-it was too quiet and the snap of a camera would make too much noise, so she was going to have to wait until he got back to his apartment...somehow.
Chloe tried not to breath so much as she hid behind trees and followed Lavi. She couldn't help but notice how good looking he was...no wonder he was the fantasy guy of teenage girls all around the world! Quickly she ducked behind a bush as the redhead suddenly turned around suspiciously. Crap...she must have made too much noise.
After a long moment of standing there and not moving, Lavi Bookman finally began to walk again, this time a bit quicker. Chloe wanted to pinch herself-clearly he was becoming suspicious that he was being followed-she was such a bad stalker! Those skills would definitely have to improve. But right now taking a few more photos of him was probably the most important thing.
Suddenly the redhead stopped again, causing Chloe to nearly trip and fall flat on her face.
That stupid Lavi Bookman! Why couldn't he just walk normally like a normal person?
Chloe quickly hid herself behind a tree, with fingers on the camera, preparing to click the button as soon as he turned around.
But he didn't. His green one eye quickly scanned the area suspiciously, while his other eye was covered by the eyepatch that he was famous for. In fact, every since Lavi went into the business, alot of girls began wearing eyepatches...which affected their ability to see and therefore caused them to trip alot. Even when a ditch was right in front of them and there was a sign that said Ditch Ahead. That was how bad it was.
"Shit." the girl cursed as she tried to hold her breath. Lavi had pulled out a phone and he seemed to be dialing a number...it couldn't have been his bodyguards could it? Because with those things around, everything would be ruined! Including her job! And her arms!
"Hey, Komui?"
Was the sound that came out of the redhead's throat. Chloe blinked. Who was Komui? Was it his bodyguard?
"I've got some more information on Tyki."
Silence.
"Yeah, I think he's connected to the Noahs."
Chloe blinked as she poked her head from behind the bush. Tyki? Why was Lavi talking about Tyki? And what the heck was a Noah?
"I swear I ain't kidding." Lavi said. "Actually, I installed the device into his car. But unfourtunately he noticed my fingerprints."
More talking on the other end.
Lavi laughed. "I was just kidding!" he smiled smugly. "Anyways-"
There was another loud noise on the other end.
"What? Kill him? But-" his face turned into a cute pout. "We need enough evidence to do that!"
Chloe froze. She was way too shocked to notice how hot Lavi looked. Because what he had just said was plain creepy. Was that his line for a new movie or something?
"That's a shitty decision, Komui." he said again into the phone, sounding a bit angry this time.
The girl perked up her ears. He couldn't have been practicing lines for a new movie role...what kind of movie had the words Komui, Tyki, and Noah in it?
"Well, I'll report more to you when I have time." Lavi said into the phone. "You know, being famous makes me a pretty busy guy!" he laughed.
Chloe quickly pressed the button to the camera when he smiled-an expression to die for. But whatever he said hadn't been that important even though the words Tyki and Kill and been in the conversation; what was even more important was to get the rest of the photos taken quickly...before he...
The girl quickly glanced down when she felt something tickle her leg, and suddenly wished she hadn't.
A giant spider was resting on her knee.
And she screamed.
Well, I don't know if I should continue this or not, since it's NOT really a big project and more of a story that came out of an urge.
And well, urge stories don't last very long, so if you could say something about it that would be great!
AND FOR THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE READ MY STORIES-I'll def. be updating them soon. KANDA STEALS LENALEE'S KIDNEY will be updated next. So look forward to it!
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