A/N: Okay! First of its kind! A collaboration between two dark minds, myself (The Character's Death) and Fandom Angst, author of "Back to Darkness." Be gentle and patient with us as we navigate this beautiful disaster!


When his cousin had told him that he had a job for him…this wasn't really what he'd had in mind. Well…this wasn't at all what he'd had in mind. 'Come move into the city…' his cousin said. 'You'll be closer to family…' he said. This would be the last time he ever trusted that bastard.

Sitting at his desk, his amethyst gaze peering over the computer monitor, Yuki watched the people scurry about their business. They all took their work so very seriously. Honestly…was there anything serious or even remotely redeeming about working for a modeling agency?

His only saving grace was that he actually had a sense of fashion. But as he settled back into his chair and stared blankly at his computer screen, Yuki found it increasingly difficult to hold on to his dignity. Coming to the end of his first week of work, and his cousin had already tried to convince him to model. As a result, the man had walked away with a bloody nose.

Yuki had finally settled on a relatively innocuous position, answering phones and electronically coordinating and booking fashion shows. But as he thought about what he actually did, the whole idea just made him feel nauseous. Booking fashion shows. For models. It was bad enough that he was continuously hazed for his effeminate appearance and tasteful sense of fashion. But this… He had completely lost his pride as a man.

But, if he were at all honest with himself, every once in a while there were…perks. His amethyst gaze drifted back up over his computer screen in time to watch two slender blonds saunter past his desk, giggling at him as they passed. Yuki simply stared, taking in the crème of their flawless pale skin contrasted with the sensual black lingerie barely covering their bodies.

His breath hitched in his throat as he watched their hips move and sway in rhythm to the strut of their stiletto heels. A sigh passing his lips as he felt his pants grow uncomfortably…tight, Yuki's gaze finally dropped to his desk as he composed himself, shaking his head.

"I'm starting to become like that pervert…" Yuki muttered to himself, a scowl forming across his face as he ruminated over this.

"A pervert? Where?!" A high pitched voice trilled out, and Yuki let out an involuntary groan as he slumped over his desk. "He can't possibly mean me! I think he's talking about you again, Gure!"

"Yuki, stop calling me a pervert!" He heard the response of his cousin from a distance away.

"You are a pervert!" Yuki snapped back, lifting his head from the desk, causing the man directly behind him to begin giggling obnoxiously. "Honestly, do we need this many half naked women in one room?"

"Ah! So you're finally noticing the fairer sex! You are now officially a man! Your dad would be so proud." His cousin teased him as he came to stand next to the man giggling like a fool.

"But…you told me he was gay." The other man glanced at Shigure, then back to Yuki with a smile. "I had all sorts of plans for him." And at this Yuki's expression paled.

"Aya…" Shigure purred in the other man's ear, wrapping his arm around him as he whispered loud enough for his cousin to hear. "Not in front of the girls." And both of them began to laugh as Yuki threw them a violent scowl.

"Knock it off you two!" Yuki hissed, having grown complete exasperated with the antics of his cousin Shigure and his cross-dressing clothing designer Ayame.

"Alright ladies!" Shigure bellowed to the half-naked models in the area as he turned from his cousin. "Time to get to work!" And before he walked away he glanced over his shoulder at Yuki one last time with an impish grin. "That means you too, Yuki-chan." And before Yuki could say anything about the feminine use of his name Shigure walked away singing to himself. "High school girls. High school girls. All for me. High school girls."

Yuki had been thoroughly convinced that scouting for…talent…among minors in this industry was completely illegal, or at the very least morally offensive. His cousin continued to maintain otherwise. As he watched his cousin mingle in the mass of feminine flesh Yuki began to wonder how the two of them were even related. As Yuki continued to watch the increasingly disturbing display a terrified voice screamed out in sheer horror.

"He's coming! Gird your loins!" And Yuki was immediately thrown into a panic as a frazzled man ran past his desk with an iced coffee and sweaty sheen.

"Hide the jelly doughnuts!" Ayame squealed, running behind the frazzled man.

"Damn…" A voice muttered behind Yuki, causing him to jump as he turned around to face his cousin. "It's Friday already…" Shigure stared at the spectacle unfolding around them with a level of seriousness Yuki had never seen before.

"What's going on, Shigure?" Yuki asked before he heard another voice shriek from just outside of the room.

"I ordered a Frappuccino!"

Yuki watched with a growing level of confusion as a pair of long legs stepped into the office, everyone becoming instantly quite. Yuki took in the vision of beauty before him. Black, rhinestone studded stiletto heels that must have added at least another 7 inches to the slender frame. Thin legs clad in dark, skin tight denim that gave equally stunning definition to a tight, perfectly formed backend. A dark beige leather jacket contrasted the dark skinny jeans and creamy white skin. Perfectly pale in its completion with an equally perfect face. Deep onyx eyes offset porcelain skin, being brought out and complemented by smoky charcoal eye-shadow and tastefully overstated eyeliner. And lips. Lips any man would be craving to kiss. Just to see if they were really as delicious as they looked. Short, inky black hair crowning the celestial vision in a halo of blue and purple lowlights.

Yuki had never seen anyone so intoxicatingly beautiful before…and he had spent an entire week with lingerie models. His heart filled with desire. His body filling with lust. Wanting something he was completely ashamed to admit.

"I want my Frappuccino!" The vision of loveliness snarled out, and Yuki's heart completely sank into the pit of his stomach…it was…a man…? "Where's my fucking Frappuccino!" And Yuki knew…knew that he was going straight to hell, and Satan looked a lot like a woman.

"Right here, Akito!" The frazzled man bearing the iced coffee ran towards Yuki's harbinger of damnation as Yuki sat at his desk slack-jawed.

Yuki watched as the man placed his luscious lips over the straw of his coffee before his attractive features were only made more gloriously beautiful by the horrific sneer that contorted his face. Lips curled up in an almost feral snarl as he threw the drink at the frazzled man's face, causing an explosion of cold coffee and a shriek to escape the man's lips.

"This isn't what I ordered!" The man in heels screamed as the coffee drenched whelp began to sob uncontrollably.

"I'm so sorry, Akito!" The sobbing mass whimpered out only making the man more infuriated as he lashed out, slapping the frazzled man across the face.

"Don't tell me you're sorry, Ritsu!" Akito hissed out as the frazzled man crumpled to the floor weeping. "I swear!" He snarled as he stalked away from the man on the floor. "You are completely useless!" And Yuki simply watched in horror as the man on the floor picked himself up and left the room, completely humiliated.

"Well…" Shigure sighed behind him, grabbing Yuki's attention again. "There goes another one." And with that Shigure made his way to the beautiful offender, embracing him warmly as they exchanged kisses on the cheek.

"You know, you really should try to be a little more kind, Akito." Shigure whispered tenderly and the lightest of blushes graced pale cheeks as a frown distorted perfect lips.

"Why?" Akito muttered, his gaze dropping from the man leaning into him.

"Because…" Shigure murmured. "We can't keep lying to the help."

"Not my problem, Shigure." Akito hissed, brushing past Shigure as he stalked away in his stiletto heels.

"Well…Ki-Ki Kin is in fine form today." A lithe voice murmured as Shigure gave his clothing designer a side glance.

"He's a model, Aya. When isn't he in fine form?"

"We're going to have to get him another PA." Ayame whispered. "He's completely helpless on his own." And Shigure simply gave a nod of concession as they both watched Akito like two concerned parents.

"Hey Yuki." Shigure finally shouted to his cousin, not bothering to move his gaze from Akito. "How would you feel about a promotion?"


A/N: As a side note...some thanks should be given to Chester Bennington. The Frappuccino Meltdown was inspired by his introduction to the song "Dirt Off Your Shoulders/Lying From You" by Linkin Park and Jay-Z.