A/N: New story again. Please also take a look at Dying in the Rain. I have three written chapter for this fic already so no need to wait! The lost memory is almost finished and will be updated soon! Look forward to it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Full Moon wo Sagashite.
Playing With Fire: G.A. Modeling Agency
Izumi: age 19
Nachi: age 17
Takuto: age 18
Madoka: age 17
Meroko: age 17
Wakaouji: age 28
Ooshige: age 24
Izumi was upset and he childishly tried to show it to every one of his co-workers by stomping extra hard on the wood floor boards. Of course, he only attracted curious looks with which he responded with a deep, menacing glare to—Every. Single. Person.
"Come on dude and chill out," Nachi said and slapped Izumi on the back. "You're gonna scare our fans away. Besides, it's not that bad. Think of it as community service-"
"Um, for our talent agency?" Izumi cut in. "No, I don't think so. That's hardly 'community service'. If anything, I say they are just using my name to promote the next top model. They're making ME wake up on my HOLIDAY and drag my ASS out here to pick a winner for some STUPID model contest for their equally STUPID company! Don't you see, they're using me!" To show his frustration, Izumi threw his hands in the air.
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, they're using me too!" Nachi chuckled and slapped him on the back.
Izumi crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Sometimes, I just want to beat up your pretty face." Izumi scowled.
"Nah, you wouldn't do that!" Nachi said confidently as he put his arm around his shoulder. "Then you won't have a partner for all your photo shoots. You would be a goner without me to keep you straight."
"As if I care," Izumi muttered but Nachi just smiled, knowing that Izumi didn't mean anything. He just woke up on the wrong side of the bed—well, 4 hours earlier than usual on his 'holiday'.
The pair didn't say anything to each other inside the elevator. Their three body guards stood in front of them ready to clear the way for the duo once the elevator doors opened. Izumi was still sulking so rather than greeting the reporters with a smiling face like Nachi, he was frowning. The two walked through the double doors revealing a large evaluation room, equipped with a stage. After the two were safely in the evaluation room, one body guard went inside with them while the others stood outside the door, stopping all the reporters trying to squeeze through. Both Nachi and Izumi took their seats in the middle of the long table. Izumi looked to the left of him.
"Great. We're an hour early. I thought Jonathan would do that. Hey, who's sitting next to us?" Izumi asked Nachi and propped up his feet on the table to get comfortable enough to catch up on some shut eye. Nachi shrugged and flipped through his overview packet that was on his desk.
"According to this, the other guest judges are the famous singer from Real Records, Takuto Kira and the singer from Seed Records Tomoko Engoki. Have you met them before?"
"No, and I don't keep up with the singing business. I don't know what Jonathan is thinking, letting all these non-models come judge. I swear, it's only for the publicity… as if ours isn't enough already," Izumi smirked. "He need to get that piece of information into that thick head of his."
"Well, it is the first time we're letting women models into our company," Nachi mused. "I guess boss-san wants as much media coverage as possible."
"Geez, I really don't understand him." Izumi shook his head. "We're not the G.A. Modeling Agency (Gentlemen's Alliance) for no reason you know! It's supposed to be an all MALE modeling agency! Why did he suddenly want to let women into this?"
"That's simple." A voice said that caused both Izumi and Nachi to turn around. "Oh, and Izumi, feet off the table!" the voice also ordered. Izumi put his feet down, reluctantly.
In the corner of the room was Jonathan, slowly walking towards them, heels clicking on the floorboards. He stared the two boys down with authority.
"We're expanding after a certain model made a curious proposal to the G.A." Jonathan smiled mischievously knowing that he would tick Izumi off.
Izumi's patience was wearing thin, especially since he had to give up his holiday to sit through this junk. He also hated it when Jonathan did that, being so secretive about his (usually) dim-witted plans.
"And who is this 'certain model'?" Izumi asked through gritted teeth. As Nachi leaned in and whispered, "Hey man, keep your cool. It's not worth it."
"Oh you'll find out soonnnnn," Jonathan taunted and laughed when he saw Izumi's hand forming a fist. "Oh, the guests are here. You'll find you answer soon Izumi." Jonathan continued.
Grudgingly, Izumi sat up again, back straight against his chair, to reform his top model composure. As the door opened there were a blinding amount of flashes outside, making it seemed as if the guests were walking through a tunnel filled with shimmering lights.
The first person walking in was the singer Tomoko Engoki with her manager Masami Ooshige. Then it was world renowned producer and manager Keiichi Wakaouji with his protégée Takuto Kira with a girl practically hanging off his arm—
"Madoka Wakamatsu??" Both Izumi and Eichi whispered in astonishment. They were both surprised. Madoka was the most famous female top model of the era and has a bright future ahead of her.
Izumi nudged Jonathan and asked, "Wait… the 'certain model'… it isn't her is it?"
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