Angael here x3 Thanks for all the support with my stories. I decided to start revising Shooting Star, since it's my biggest project. Thanks everything so much!
Anywho !
Summary: Malik Ishtar; a boy of beauty and hope, gets spotted by a top of the knotch modeling agency. Pulled into a world of business and showing skin, he rises to the top, meeting the three most famous models in the country while doing so; Ryou, Marik and... Bakura.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot! XD I really hope there isn't any stories out there like this one yet o.o
Couples: Bakura Touzokuou x Malik Ishtar, and Marik Ishtar x Ryou Touzokuou (that's Ryou's last name in this fanfiction x3). I will add couples if that would please my lovelii reviewers ^^;;
Warnings: In future chapters there will be boy x boy so if you do not support homosexuality, then I advise you to leave now. Although it is your own choice, I cannot help but feel bad for someone that would be so convinced that something like love could be insulting or unnatural, no matter the gender.
Rating: T, for swearing and future man on man –wink wink nudge nudge–
Yami Marik goes as 'Marik' in this fanfiction, and Hikari Marik goes simply as 'Malik'
This is an AU, having no relation to the show whatsoever except for characters
My masters, I present to you 'Shooting Star'
Chapter 1: Prologue
"Malik, there's a meteor shower, make a wish."
"I wish..."
"No, Malik. Think it; close your eyes and hope, and wish and believe that your wish will come true."
"Alright big sister!" the young boy closed his eyes tightly, fisting a hand and placing it over his heart.
'I want to be up there with you one day. I want to be a star, and make Ishizu happy, because she loves the stars. So please? I wish with all my heart, miss star. Let me be a star one day, too.'
Two purples gems glowed huge, taking in the amazing surrounding. Then they blinked – so that would mean they weren't gems, no, they were indeed a pair of eyes. A pair of eyes belonging to none other than a boy. A boy named Malik Ishtar, to be exact.
Malik looked around the absolutely huge building with an expression of complete and utter awe. To think they were just in the lobby! Eager hands were raised above his eyes, as if he wanted to touch the glass windows that gave off a beautiful view of the sky, so far above. A couple of passerby's stared, and Malik blinked with confusion when seeing them (for he was definitely not used to being looked, and much less stared at), before remembering what he was wearing. Well, he'd certainly stared in the mirror. He was dressed completely like a super model after all!
Well, he wasn't just dressed like one, technically that was what he was now, and it would certainly take some time getting used to. Furrowing his eyebrows he looked around, completely lost in the fact that everyone around him looked rich. Excitement bubbled in his stomach and he ran over to where his employer was registering them in at the counter of their hotel. He smiled at the receptionist, whom in turn blushed and gave a small nod before going on with her work at finding them a room. The woman didn't even look up when a loud and obnoxious voice could be heard to their right.
"Keith! I've been looking everyone for you, you lazy ass!"
"B-bakura, you really shouldn't talk that way to him, it's not very poli-"
"Oh shut it Ryou, he's an asshole and you know it."
Malik turned around, blinking his wide amethyst eyes at two identical people, before jumping back, surprised. He'd only seen a few twins in his life, but these two...! Although they were obviously fraternal, they were like ghosts! He shivered at the thought, looking uncertainly between his employer, also known as 'Bandit Keith', that being for his innate ability to trick people into deals, and the two new arrivals. The American was smirking, now turned around from the receptionist with his hands on his hips.
"Bakura, Ryou! So nice to see you. Actually, I've wanted to introduce you to someone." Keith said easily, and Malik's eyes widened in recognition.
This was the Bakura and Ryou Touzokuou! The famous twins! The ones that girls fawned over all throughout the country! Back in high school, they were famous. No, more than that – legendary! He was pretty sure there were fan clubs formed in these two's honor. With disbelief he looked back and forth, heart beating faster and faster still with excitement because he had the chance to witness a conversation occur between such famous models and actors. Curiously he wondered who his employer was introducing some of the two most famous celebrities in the country to, and he smiled as he watched.
Neither of the twins had noticed him, but he didn't mind. After all, he had only just gotten into the business! He would become begin in due time, or at least, that's what he kept telling himself.
The one he took to be Bakura growled. "Who is it? We don't have all day you know, Kaiba is already mad that you arrived a day late as it is. And who the hell is this new recruit that I'm hearing about?" The angrier twin snarled cruelly, not trying to hide the fact he was upset about something, and Malik wondered if the famous 'Bakura' was always like that. Maybe this was how all celebrities acted? Hmm, there must be an entirely new form of etiquette among stars! Although Ryou appeared quite nice, not that Malik had heard him speak much.
"What 'Kura means to say is, we've heard a lot about a new model that you just recently recruited. Where is he, Keith? I want to meet him!" Stated Ryou enthusiastically, and Malik's smile widened, thinking that whoever this new recruit was, he was certainly quite lucky. He must be something really special!
"Well actually..." Keith started off, and Malik wondered why it appeared the American was looking at him. His head fell to the side in a clueless manner, encouraging his employer to go on. "He's right here."
Both the twins looked directly at him, but Malik missed these stares for he was looking around the reception desk, appearing quite confused as he tried to track down the lucky model, before looking back at Keith. "I'm confused Mr. Keith, who is this new model that you are talking about? I thought I was the only..." Malik trailed off, eyes wide. Keith simply smirked, and vaguely he wondered how he'd gotten into all this.
Oh yes, it had been a few days ago.
Three Days Earlier:
Keith Howard was not a stupid man. He was a very temperamental and rude man; yes, but he was definitely, without a doubt, not a stupid man. His brilliance didn't come from the fact that he had quite the knack in lying anyplace, anywhere. Nor did it come from the way his determination and stubbornness came close to outshining even the most stubborn ass. No, it came down to the pure eye, something all humans had. But you see, Keith had an eye for just a certain thing.
And that was money.
As he stared hungrily at the boy who was standing soaking wet by a bus stop from across the street, he felt himself realize quite proudly, that he'd just hit the jack pot before any of his competitors had. He had drawn his lottery ticket, and no way did he plan on letting go. For this small teenager wasn't normal, no you could tell just by looking at the tan boy that if you were to gather 100 people and group them all up, that he would be the one to catch your eye. Beauty seemed to almost radiate off the feminine teen, a beauty that Keith hadn't seen for years. It was obvious by the regular jeans and t-shirt that this boy was not rich, and this too brought Keith pleasurebecause that meant this teen would be more likely to accept Keith's offer.
A grin started to spread across his face, as he realized one thing, with an absolute certainty that's quite hard to argue with:
He'd finally gotten his big break.
Malik scowled, trying to dodge rain pellets that seemed absolutely 100% keen on drowning him as he quickly as possible made his way towards the bus stop. After a few narrow avoidances of passerby's and a close call of a lethal slip, he finally made it, but was dismayed to see that the small cover of rain was already full, meaning he had to stand outside and just hope to god he wouldn't freeze until his bus came.
Teeth chattering, the Egyptian boy brought his small hands up to rub furiously at his goose-bump splattered arms, trying to bring some warmth into them to no avail. The morning had been absolutely beautiful, and Malik, being the optimist that he was, had longingly hoped that maybe, just maybe it would stay that way. Well actually, no hoping had been involved; he had simply ran out of the house without a stray thought about the weather, in nothing but his usual slightly ripped up shirt and baggy jeans. (Ugh. Now wasn't that just like him?) Even if he did have a jacket on him, they were all pretty thin. His family couldn't afford much at the moment, so they were trying to keep things cheap.
His weight transferred from foot to foot as he stared down at the ground, feeling like a soaked cat, and not a cute one either. With a sigh his lips parted and he brought his hands up, breathing warm air into them before looking around, and feeling off. It was as if someone was watching him, although there were so many people bustling around it was quite impossible to tell. Knocking it off as himself just being paranoid, the shivering teenager glanced back at the very warm looking shop just behind him that sold coffee and chocolates, then back at his bus stop.
His ride wouldn't be around for another ten minutes, considering he'd sprinted from him school to here planning on avoiding rain (which had turned out to be a lost cause), so there really was no point in staying... but what if he missed his bus? Even so, Malik really didn't want to catch hypothermia, and with one more glance back at the heat-radiating store his mind was quickly made up and before he knew it, the sun-kissed boy was sprinting to the store. He nearly fell inside, relief coming over the Egyptian as warmth seemed to flow over his skin, and with quick steps he walked away from the cold door, glancing around. One of the barista's was giving him a nasty glare; probably for coming in as a wet mutt, but he very clearly ignored the look. He looked down, shuffling his feet and seeing that he had indeed made quite a big mess, there was water everywhere. Guiltily he took out his wallet, walking over to the line and grimacing, for even the measly prices here made him look poor. Firmly his hands searched through his wallet, glaring at anything that wasn't money. He only had a few dollars; most of his money was at home with his elder brother and sister. Glancing up at the menu every now and then he tried to figure out if there was anything he could buy, and before he knew it he was at the front, still having not decided on a cheap snack to buy.
"What may I get you?" Said a masculine voice that came from a teenager that looked slightly older than himself; it was the barista that had been glaring at him hatefully before. Malik gulped, frantically searching his pockets.
"E-err one sec! Let me just find some cash..." He mumbled, pulling his hands out of his pockets and staring down with a rather embarrassed look on his face when he realized his hands had come up empty.
"Sir, if you have no money I'll have to ask you to get out of line. There are other customers here." The other male said smugly, and Malik made a face, once again searching his pockets but letting out a sigh of apology then turning to leave, except a voice interrupted him.
"Hey, kid. Don't worry about it! It's on me." Malik looked up in surprise, turning to find a man with blond hair that wore sunglasses (which were rather odd, in this weather) and apparently had a kink for the United States and showed it with pride for there was a bandana around his forehead with the American flag upon it. He blinked owlishly, before nodding, because Malik always had been naïve and trusting. Surprise welled up in him at being helped by a stranger, and he immediately decided that this man must be very nice and proceeded to give the man his best smile, to which the older blond simply smirked.
The barista glared back and forth between both of them, before gritting his teeth and asking the customary question again. "What may I get you?"
He was slightly put off, staring forward at the worker, unused to being disliked by someone so quickly, so he simply mumbled some sort of pastry (a muffin he believed) before grinning cockily and waiting to get his food. The man that was buying him this treat stood to his left, and turned around while the worker was off.
"I am Howard Keith, you are?" Said the kind man, holding out his hand officially. The blond blinked again, smiling up at the older man before reaching out and shaking his hand enthusiastically, trying to look calm and uncaring but more or less coming off as an uncertain, however still ecstatic, child. Unbeknown to Malik, this greatly pleased Keith.
"I'm Malik Ishtar! Nice to meet you Keith, and thank you so much for the muffin! I'm not really carrying much money on me, eheheh." The Egyptian said quickly, and then heard a small cough behind him. Realizing that his very long awaited (a mere 30 seconds, to be exact) muffin had finally arrived; he jumped over, taking it happily and proceeding to very maturely stick his tongue out at the male, who did nothing but remain cold and unresponsive.It looks quite delicious Malik thought appreciatively, and had the sudden urge to eat it right away for he'd skipped lunch but resisted, waiting for Keith to pay.
And the older man did come forward to pay, and he could only stare in amazement as the American opened a wallet that seemed to hold all the money in the world (or it might as well be, to Malik anyway). The Egyptian missed the looked of power that flashed in his new acquaintances eyes, much too distracted by the truck load of cash that he'd just seen. And just as quick as it had appeared, it was gone, back in the others pocket. The teenager behind the cash register was staring as well, probably just as shocked as Malik. After all, there must have been 100s of pounds/dollars in there!
Ahh... It would be nice to have that kind of money.
He thought sourly, watching as the man paid before skipping over to a table, happily tearing off the plastic wrapper that was around the muffin and proceeding to take small, but quick bites from the muffin. He wanted it to last for later but he was starved, and just now did he realize how much! After all, he was a growing boy, he needed food. He was so entranced by his food, he only looked up with curious eyes when he heard the American chuckling, and he realized he must appear insane; sopping wet, hyper, and staring at a muffin like it was gold. Well, screw him! Malik's face turned a nice shade of pink and he glared down at the muffin, now embarrassed.
"You look like you haven't eaten in ages, kid." Keith commented, still chuckling and watching the smaller male eat.
Malik smiled bashfully, "W-well, only since breakfast... but I have quite an appetite haha!" And with that his eyes were once again concentrated on the muffin that was causing him to use all his self restraint and not swallow whole.
"I can see that, Malik." Was the amused and joking reply. Malik smiled while eating, finally throwing away self preserve and eating freely, glancing up, hoping dearly he wasn't disgusting the person treating him to food. It was then that he noticed that this person, 'Keith', had very... dark sunglass on. He didn't know what it was, but something about them just set him off, put him on edge, making him much more self conscious than usual. Especially with the man looking in his direction. It made him feel like the other could be looking anywhere and Malik wouldn't have the slightest idea. This was exactly what made him aware that something unusual was happening; he was being treated by someone that didn't really seem like the 'kindhearted and giving' type.
Swallowing thickly he put his muffin down on the table, smile still present however now looking slightly nervous as he glanced around, assuring him that there were plenty of other guests in the shop. His appetite had dropped a bit and meekly he brought a finger up to twirl in his hair as a distraction. "Umm... Mr. Keith," he started uneasily, and the man gave him a nod as a signal to go on. "You are extremely nice to get me this, but would you mind if I asked why you did so?" There, now it was out! Nothing to worry about. Although, his smile did not drop its slightly timid looking appearance. Normally Malik wasn't so shy and quiet of course; rain just tended to put an extremely heavy damper on his mood. And adults; they always made him feel awkward. Having both was like... Going to the opposite of Disney Land (ignore the fact that he'd never actually been to Disney Land).
The elder blond barked out a laugh, confident smirk never falling, his eyes hidden by sunglasses. "Actually Malik, I was really hoping you'd ask that!"
He blinked, extremely confused before letting his hands fold in his lap and his head fall to the side, eyebrows furrowing. "You were?" He asked suspiciously, and the other man nodded vigorously, for a reason that Malik would soon know looking excited, but for now it just befuddled him even more.
"I was! For you see Malik..." The man paused, appearing as if he didn't know how to word something. "I have... a slight 'proposition' for you." The American said carefully, and Malik's eyes widened slightly, curiosity peaking even if he still felt extremely nervous.
Licking his lips, he asked the obvious question. "W-what type of proposition?" Curse those damn stutters!
Thoughts came to mind; well-dressed, rich, and treating a young boy. This guy was a smooth talker, so can you honestly blame him for thinking that just maybe the man had less than legal plans for him?
Silence set on the table heavily for a few long seconds, before Keith finally spoke and Malik had to resist closing his eyes, afraid that something evil would come out of the other's mouth, like a giant spider or something similar. "Well, it's come to my notice that you my dear friend, are going to become a Star."
Malik blinked in utmost surprise.
Well THAT definitely wasn't what he'd been expecting.
And that's how, my dear friends, Malik Ishtar first met fame.
END CHAPTER x
"The sky is black.
I swear you fell from it.
You let ripples from the water
speak for you.
Spiders make webs
on your eyelashes.
They block your view.
And, still, you wait
for diamonds to crumble
and fall into our tears.
And I will be here
until you make a wish.
My hands are shaking.
I swear you caused an earthquake.
We are the actors.
The moon is our spotlight.
The midnight curtain opens
for the first act to begin.
You have stage fright.
And, still, you wait
for the sky to cry
falling, sparkling tears.
And I will be here
until you make a wish.
Your cheeks are wet.
I swear you'll never show it.
Tree branches wave goodbye
and take a bow.
A warm wind
comforts me.
You don't know how.
And, still, you wait
for the stars to let go
and fall into your tears.
And I will be here
until you make a wish.
The water's burning.
I swear you feel a chill.
Fierce stars aim
and shoot at me.
The chains
around my neck
break free.
And, still, you wait
for the last shot
to pierce your tears.
And I won't be here.
I've made my wish."
Lauren Russell
Hey everyone ! 8D Hope you enjoyed the first chapter~~~ It's very very short because this is simply the prologue, but I swear the chapters will get much much longer! Tell me what you think by clicking the lovely review button of doom :D
Au revoir . 3
Word Count: 3.211
Date Completed: 1/9/10
Revised: 1/13/11
Revised Word Count: 3.593
