Disclaimer: You all already know I do not own Kingdom Hearts -sigh- . Way to go to make me sad. ;;

A/N: Holey Moley, Me? Wrote a story? It's nothing big, just something I thought up of at 4 a.m. This is my second story after the first one I deleted, so I guess I'm still new at this.

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Picture Ugly

Chapter one: Binding Deals

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"Can you tilt your head more?"

"No not that way, to the left."

"Still not good! Get it right!"

"Can you lift your leg just a wee bit higher?"

"Oh that'll- No…wait!"

"Ohh, I can't takeitanymore!"

The lady with curly, auburn hair angrily rose from her sitting position, untangling her limbs in a disorderly manner, while stomping her way towards the dressing room, harshly colliding her shoulder with the younger man.

Before leaving, the lady sharply turned, glaring ferociously at the brunette in front of her, clenched fist on both her sides shouted, and "Good luck finding another person to model for you, you SLAVE DRIVER!"

The shorter male tramped his way towards the screwed up model, spiky hair bouncing along the way, stopping only when both him and the model were nose to nose. The model towering him 6'1 to 5'2. Both seemed to have their own glaring contest before...

Click…Snap!

The 'model' gasped, blinking a few times at the unexpected bright light that seemed too had smacked her right in the face. After a few seconds of trying to distinguish the male from the red dots, she squinted and glared at the empty hand of the smirking brunette.

"How…?"

"Keep looking." The brunette stuck out a finger in front of the model and pointed downwards. The lady followed his gaze down to where he was pointing, at a small, mini, digital camera, hanging right below his chin.

"Hah! Now I've got a perfect picture of you!"

"You! You-EUGH!" The model stamped her feet and swung her fist all around make her look like an insane beast. The male backed away, protecting his camera, and watched her storm off still swinging her fist around, almost killing an innocent pedestrian.

"Move it!" The woman shouted angrily as she passed another younger woman.

"How rude." The other lady carrying two cups of steaming coffee, most of it now on her pink dress, glared at the tall woman before directing her glare towards the man with brown spiky hair.

The woman with brown braided hair set the two cup of coffee on the small see- through table before she sighed.

"Sora…Did yo-?"

"Humph, she was being impossible." Sora interrupted, while brushing his brown spiky hair back into a pony tail and randomly laughing at how stupid the girl looked with her face all scrunched up and squinty eyed.

"No Sora, You're being impossible!" The lady stated while wiping her pink dress, trying to rid of the coffee stain and smell.

Oh…god. Here we go again…Sora sighed, annoyed and already knowing she was going to lecture him with the same, boring speech. The brunette rolled his eyes to the side, face clearly expressing frustration and impatience. Sora placed the mini camera in his pocket, in case his she decided to confiscate it.

"This is the fourth model this week that you pissed off and honestly I'm getting pretty annoyed about this."

"You're annoyed! Give me a break Aerith! I'm beyond annoyed! I'm on Mt.Piss off!" The man sat on his seat ungracefully, taking the cup of coffee, sniffed it and slurped it loudly.

"Must you drink so barbaric?" Aerith raised her eyebrow while sitting down on the green cushion next to Sora.

The man glared at the white plain room, still slurping loudly. The room was pretty big covered with camera equipment. The wall was painted over with clean white covering that made the room seem more like an Asylum then a regular camera shooting. There were no windows so it only occasional the brown hair boy can go out and see the sun, yet he was lightly tanner than his manager who always went out to buy supplies of some sort.

The woman looked at Sora before closing her eyes and sighed. It has been a week since they started this new business. It wasn't any different from their last job. They just switched from shooting immobile things to shooting people. It was of no aberration to her, but it seems Sora could think otherwise.

"Sora." The tanned man looked up to his manager, at being addressed still sipping his coffee.

"You need to stop doing this. It's not getting us anywhere by you doing so."

"But it's not the same Aerith! It's so different from what we used to do, don't you think so?"

"Honestly…no. It's nothing we haven't done before. You are such a great photographer and you shouldn't have any problem at this. "Aerith said desperately, trying to reason with the tenacious man.

"No, you assume I'm a great photographer based on the photos I've done on other things." Sora stated as a matter-of-factly.

"I mean, I haven't even shot any photos of the model because they were so-"Sora shivered mentioning those contemptible models and set his unfinished cup of coffee on the table.

"So what?"

Sora tapped his chin thinking of a good possible word to describe them and smiled brightly, yet sarcastic at the same time. "So bitchy."

Aerith squeezed her eyebrows together with her forefinger and thumb. "Back to subject..."

"Hmph...You're the one who asked."

Sora cleared his throat and leaned on his covered knees with his elbows and looked seriously at the braided woman.

"So how exactly would you know if I was good or not again?"

"I didn't, and how exactly would you know if it's good if you haven't even done any decent photo shooting of the models?"

"Stop answering my questions with a question!" Sora shouted while fixing the lighting equipment. He knew he was being difficult and stressing his manager out. He knew if he didn't make any pictures he would get fired and be replaced eventually. But, he didn't want to
take pictures of people and if he was forced too, then he rather burn in hell than do something he rather disliked to do. Well...not literally…

Sora sighed and tightened his ponytail and took his small canon camera and walked towards the exit.

"I'll be going out for a while." The man said while lifting his hand up to his head. It's not like he had anything to do now.

Aerith stared at the retreating form and sighed for the third time that day. She covered her eyes with one hand and rubbed her temple with her middle finger and thumb.

Oh vay…what am I going to do? I'm running out of options.

Aerith looked up in realization and snapped her fingers.

Oh, I can call an old friend! She has a modeling agency!

Aerith left the studio and went to her office and took out her phone book from her drawer. She flipped through the phone book impatiently.

" Y,y,y….Aha!" Aerith slammed her hand on the phone book and grabbed the phone and typed the phone number vigorously.

"1.6…47-7…23-6…99…1." Aerith smile widen when she heard the ring and the voice on the other end.

"Hello?"

"Oh Hello! I am so happy you picked up!"

"Aerith? Is that you?"

" Yes! It's so good to hear from you Yuffie."

"Oh Hey! It's good to hear from you too!" Both girls laughed for a couple of seconds before continuing.

"Soooo, What do I owe this GRAND occasion?"

"Well, I need help."

The girl on the other line gasped and laughed.

"You? The most independent woman I know…asking me…the most 'immature and clumsy girl ever born' quote and unquote By Aerith Tsurimi- for HELP!"

Aerith sighed and placed her hands over the phone, away form her hear to lower the volume of Yuffie's screaming and laughing.

"Are you done yet?" Aerith spoke impatiently.

"Humm…Yup! So…what is it that YOU the 'almighty one' need?" Yuffie said while twiddling her phone cord around her fingers.

"I need a model, any model will do." Aerith said, and almost demanded desperately.

"A model you say? Well you asked the right person, because I have many excellent, fine quality models in the WORLD!"

"I hope so; the photographer I have is a bit hard headed and is giving quite the number of models a difficult time." Aerith twirled her bangs
with her forefinger before pulling outwards to make the stubborn curl straight.

"Hmm…A hard headed photographer who hates models? What kind of photographer is that then?" Yuffie scoffed and sat with both her legs on top of her desk.

"He doesn't hate them, per say. Maybe just isn't used to taking pictures of people that's all."

"Yeah, WATEVE. He is totally against models. I don't want to send my models into his grasps just so he can torment them."

"He's not like that! I should know! I'm his manager!" Aerith stated impatiently, getting frustrated of getting off topic. "Are you going to help me…or not?"

"Duhh, I'll help you. You're like my portable hump buddy." Yuffie giggled hysterically at her joke, imagining her friend's face looking like a drowned fish and she was right.

Aerith opened her mouth in shock and was speechless in how to respond to that.

"Ya-You, Yuffie!" Was all the shocked brunette could say at the moment?

"Take a friggin chill pill Aerith. Cant'cha take a joke?" Yuffie rolled her eyes and fixed her headband over her short black hair, with the phone cradled between her head and shoulder.

"Eugh, Yuffie!" Aerith growled, imagining all the things she can do if her annoying, but helpful friend were here…right…this...second. Even she has a limit sometimes, and if you cross it, you'll have to endure all 9 levels of hell.

"Yeah yeah, I'm silly, misbehaved, and needs to grow up-uh-huh. So what is it?" Yuffie asked nonchalantly.

"What...what?" Aerith said through gritted teeth, still peeved at the previous joke and well...at her 'best friend'.

"His name Aerith! Gawd…"

Aerith sighed, scratching the desktop with her fingertip, while glaring at the wall. "His name is Sora Fugimaro."

Yuffie scribbled the name unto a piece of paper, while spelling the name over the phone. "How do you spell his last name?"

"F.u.g.i-"

"You're going too fast!"

Aerith groaned and reminded herself she needed this. "F-U-G-I-M-A-R-O"

"Okey Dokey then! It's settled! I'll have a model in top notch sent to your door in no time!"

"Thank you Yuffie. I really appreciate this."

"No problem!"

After a few minutes of talking and getting the update of each other, Aerith had to go and said thank you a few more times before gently putting down the phone to it's receiver and sighed in relief. Maybe things would turn out for the better now.


Oh better tell Sora…wonder how he'll take it?

Aerith got up and rushed out of the office to tell Sora the exciting new.

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A/N: Mm…I had fun typing this. I'm just practicing and improving my grammar, writing skills and all that stuff. I was planning to add more, but it was going to be too long. Plus, I wanted to see if this story is okay before I start more.

If I give the notion that I hate models to anyone who reads this…I don't mean too. I'm just doing this to make the story work. Sorry!

Please feel free to review!