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Snap! 1
INTRODUCTIONS
"Snap!" the camera's bright light flashed but Yu Kanda did not pause in his actions, slipping off the shirt.
"Snap!" he ran a hand down his muscled chest, flicking his ponytail out of his eyes.
"Come on, give me a turn! Show off that hot bod!" Kanda halted, thumbs hooked in jeans, scowling at the apparent suicidal photographer. The following flash of the camera's light bulb nearly blinded him and he flipped a middle finger, only to be blinded once more.
"Awesome!" Kanda kicked the discarded shirt at the red head. "Are we done with this shit answer was a click of the camera before its film ran out.
The photographer nodded. "Just about! Ooh! This was a good one, Yu-chan! I smell a pay check already!"
Kanda jammed on his boots and pulled on his own button up shirt, leaving the rented one on the floor. "Don't call me that, Baka usagi!"
"Aww! My fav model! Where are you going?!"
"Tch. To bloody eat, what do you think?! And I'm NOT YOUR model, get it straight. I work for this shity model centre, got it?! So STOP calling me that."
The 'Baka usagi' clutched his heart dramatically. "So you would rather admit working for that crazy robot fan than with me?!" he faked a sob. "How can you?!"
His only answer was a snort from the Japanese model as the door swung open, revealing the said crazy boss. "I heard my name mentioned," he stated amiably," and I would also like you to meet our newest model." The white- headed teen stepped up beside him, flicking a fringe to one side, long enough for them to catch sight of an oddly shaped scar/ tattoo.
"Allen Walker."
The boy held out a hand politely. "Nice to meet you, Mr umm..."
" Lavi, the sexy beast and charmer of all ladies-and some men, otherwise known as the BEST photographer of Black Order Modelling Company and partner of-"
Allen cut in, squirming out of Lavi's chocking hug, "Yuu Kanda, the best of the best models, appearing in eight magazines in his first year at the age of thirteen. Yeah, I'm a fan."
Kanda gazed down at the teen who hardly reached his shoulders. "And you're a fucking moyashi."
Allen's eye twitched and he continued, "of course, I didn't know he was such a prick."
Komui and Lavi gaped at the sight of someone talking back to the infamous Yu Kanda.
Who just scowled.
"So anyway, why don't you try it out? Take a few shots I mean," Komui suddenly found his voice, shoving Allen towards the white screen, into the centre of the spotlights. Lavi held up his reloaded camera. Allen stumbled at the sudden loss of balance from an abrupt shove between his shoulder blades, tripping over a couple of tangled wires and fell-into a certain male model who had yet to button his shirt.
And that was how Allen Walker found himself in the lap of a half undressed, rather hot professional, best-of-the-best male model: Yu Kanda.
"Click!" Allen found himself blinded by bright camera lights and then on the floor in a heap. He glanced at a fuming Kanda who was doing up his shirt, face a hint red. "Um, sorry?" Said teen near bolted out of the room.
" Don't forget the diet!"
Allen glanced at the ecstatic photographer and manager who were practically drooling over the new photograph. "Diet?"
"Yep! No meat or fast food or canned drinks or sugar. Only salad and veggies. And water."
Allen turned pale and nearly fainted. He KNEW he had to go on a diet, but THIS strict?! Now he sort-of wished he hadn't been 'discovered' by the modelling company. I mean, come on, he was studying to be an ACTOR or WRITER. Modelling? That was NOT his first choice. At all.
"OMG!" Fan-squeals from Komui and Lavi, still worshiping Allen's first picture (with Kanda) in the modelling industry. "This-this-this is PERFECT."
Allen tapped on Lavi's shoulder politely. "Um, what's going on..."
Lavi just kept his camera, grinning. Komui ran back into his office, yelling excitedly about some pair-requests from several magazines. Allen found himself steered towards the entrance of the adjourning dormitories before the cameraman disappeared. He had to stay there, as he had no money for rent. After all, he was just a student and new at all this. His only paycheck was, well... He had never had his paycheck. Yet. He got money from well, gambling to pay off debts his guardian and manager managed to collect before they continued travelling, escaping loan sharks and debt collectors. He shuddered, remembering the time Cross Marian decided Allen sell himself, yes his body!, to the debt collectors just to pay off debt. Allen shuddered at that memory as he walked into his room.
Then he paused as his stomach screamed out in agony. Hungry=food. He picked the 100 dollars left over from yesterday's gambling session, grabbing a pair of shades. Technically, he hadn't REALLY started modling yet sooo... Mc Donald's before he had to start that ridiculous diet.
Meanwhile, a tall man about nineteen sporting a pair of humongous shades and cap to hide his face and hair glanced round suspiciously before leaning in close to the man behind the counter. "Psst, hey, give me a big Mac and fries upsize. And coke. HURRY you dumbass."
The poor man looked confused. "I'm sorry sir, could you repeat that? And please stop acting so suspiciously. I may be forced to report your behaviour to the po-"
"Just give me a bloody big Mac and my fries already!" The man hissed again, fidgeting uneasily, still on a look out for the crazy rabbit and his diet craze. A pale hand reached out and snagged his coke before shoving him to the side.
"20 Mc chicken, hurry!"
That was it. No one NO ONE hit Him and got away with it. The furious Japanese kicked at the albino who skilfully dodged and lashed out similarly. His foot hooked around the taller man's ankle, causing him to lose his balance and stumble back against the counter, losing his dark shades in the process as well as revealing his identity.
"Oh, it's you, prick."
"I could say the same about you, brat." Kanda glanced at the other's white hair, snorting in disgust.
Then the screaming started. "OMG! It's YU KANDA!"
"Soooo HOT!"
"Sign here, across the chest!"
"How much will you give me to give you a blowjob!"
Kanda seemed to back off, a trace of horror and fear in his scowling features.
"Who would like to buy this prick, admittedly good looking, but, still, a prick? Let's start the bid at 20 million!" The white-haired British announced, smirking, with a mock accent.
By the time the fan-squeals had started, Kanda was long gone, dragging a protesting Allen Walker with him. Allen found himself being unceremoniously shoved against a car door and he carefully brushed himself down.
"What is your problem, moyashi?!"
Allen tried to lean away from the furious face of the male Japanese model but ended up stifling a groan as his ribs got bruised rather brutally by the car door. "Well, you kicked me first."
"YOU shoved me first, brat."
"You were taking to long a time and obviously not going to make any progress, so I intercepted."
"You fucking moyashi!"
If looks could kill, Allen swore he would have been dead more than ten times over, with swords and knives piercing his every inch of skin. Kanda snarled menacingly and he cringed. Then he unlocked the car and shoved a surprised Allen into it, getting in himself, slamming the door before locking it.
"I could get you arrested for kidnapping, you know?" Allen stated quite pleasantly, pulling on his seatbelt. Kanda gunned the engine, growl besting the loud engine even. "Shut up brat, usagi is going to hear about this and if I'm getting into trouble with this stupid diet, you are too. Not that a skimpy moyashi like you needs a diet-you'll cease to exist."
Allen frowned. "Alright, enough jokes at my completely average height's expense. What's a mor-ra-shcee?"
"Beansprout."
"Huh?"
"that's what you are, baka- a stupid beansprout."
Allen scowled. "I'm not that puny!"
"says the oh so wimpy moyashi."
"My name is Allen! N! Use it! Bakanda!"
The car slammed to a dangerous stop in the middle of a hair raising spin. "what the fuck did you call me?!" Kanda seemed ignorant of the oncoming traffic. "Repeat that again."
Allen squeaked out in fear. " Pr-Kanda! That truck!"
"I told you, repeat or we can get mowed down for all I care."
Allen swallowed his pride. "IM SORRY PRICK! NOW GET US OUT OF HERE IN ONE PIECE!"
Kanda snorted at the 'prick' but gunned the engines anyway.
