I sort of made myself a deal that I wouldn't post up another story until I finished The Darkness of Love and War. That deal went out the window and now I have a brand new story.

Anyway on with the disclaimers. I do not own Beyblade or the film Shutter (not the american remake). I do own Jemma and Nathan though in all their weird and wacky glory.

The only two things that links this story and the film Shutter together is the title and the general idea. Everything else is my own idea.

Warning: This story has the following: Yaoi, mild swearing, crude humor, sexual mentions and murder.


Shutter

"Hold that pose please."

Julia Fernandez hugged her twin brother, Raul, a little tighter as they posed. The camera gave a short click before the pair pulled away. The Camera-man nodded his head in thanks but did not smile. "So when do we get them Mr Hiwatari?" Julia inquried, tucking a rouge strand of hair behind her ear. Mr Hiwatari checked his camera so as not to look at the female twin. It wasn't because he was rude. It was just that he couldn't really deal well in big crowds.

"I'll send them off to a friend of mine to get them developed. They'll be sent to you within a few days." The camera-man replied. Julia nodded her head before joining her brother. The camera-man ran a hand through his duel hair and gave out a loud sigh.

Kai Hiwatari was a lonely 22 year old free-lance photographer. Photos were his life, the only thing Kai had left of his mother to remember her by. From his duel hair, Crimson eyes and strange blue triangels on his face, Kai was everything that a lot of females wanted as a boyfriend. Trouble was Kai wasn't good boyfriend material. His last boyfriend (yes ladies, Kai is gay) told Kai he was a bit of a jerk but really Kai was just insecure.

Feeling a rumble in his pocket, Kai broke away from his musing and reached for his phone. The russian flicked open his phone to find a new message waiting for him. Kai frowned to himself. Who could honestly want him now?

'Yo Kai! I know you're busy working at that High school graduation so I thought I'd text instead. Me and Nathan have a offer for you at the club. I know you'll be interested as you've never turned down anything from us. Come down to the club some time. Catch ya on the flip side, Jem.'

Kai chuckled dryly to himself and tucked his phone in his pocket. Checking his watch, the russian found he had plently of time to stop off to see his old friends.

--

The cold russian streets seemed a little empty by the time Kai found a reasonable place to park. Glancing over to his destination, Kai found himself smiling a little. The Midnight Chaos club was a well known gay club just out of reach from the famous Gay quarter of Russia. Two friends had gone into partnership together and bought the building when it had been nothing more then a shell of a burnt out pub. It had gained its fair share of trouble until the owners brought in tough rules.

Kai climbed out of his car and made his way over to the club. A couple of people eyed him strangely as the russian quickly stepped inside the warmth. The bouncer looked up. "Hey Kai. Does Jemma want you for something?"

Kai rolled his eyes and placed his bag on the desk in front of the bouncer. It wasn't a rule for the bouncers to search bags but Kai had fallen into a habit. Most places he went too always wanted to search his bag. "Mystel. Where's Crusher?" The coversations between the two were always short and to the point. Mystel sat up further in his chair.

"He's either sleeping or has gone to see his sister." Mystel paused and pointed to a set of dark purple wooden double doors. "Gone on through. I'll let Jemma know you're here." Mystel informed. Kai nodded his thanks, grabbed his bag and headed into the main part of the club. It wasn't hard to find Jemma in the club seeing as there was hardly anyone in at the time and she did stick out like a sore thumb. She was currantly bent over the pub counter, giving Kai (and anyone else to boot) a nice view of her jean-claded ass.

Jemma Aeris Scott was a 5 foot 21 year old bi-sexual odd-ball. She was the most friendiest person you could met but had the rage of a thousand dragons if you pissed her off. There was only one way to describe Jemma and that was small and mighty. Jemma had been active in every gay, lesbian, Bi-sexual, transgender rights stand under the sun. The most telling factor about her was her dark blue hair (a trait in her family) and her pale purple eyes. They were so pale that under the right light, they appeared white. Around the pupil was a swirl of dark purple. Jemma was a proud Britian, even going as far as to have the english flag tattooed on her hip. That tattoo was just one of the many she had gathered. There was a sun round her navel, a scorpion on her back between her shoulder bladers, a heart-a-gram on her right wrist and a chinese dragon on her ankle.

"Kai! Darling!"

The said russian was pulled into a bone-crushing hug which jolted him from his musing. Kai said nothing to the smaller girl as she grabbed his ass playfully then pulled away. Jemma grinned child-ish at her friend. Kai looked over the tips of her hair, finding that she had dyed them a light purple to match her eyes. Her pig-tails bounced along to their own beat. "See you got my text." Jemma giggled.

Kai merely glared at her. "Must you grab my ass everytime you see me?" he snapped. Most people would have been put off or afraid of Kai's attitude. Jemma on the other hand let it slide off her shoulders like water off a duck's back. She gave another overly friendly and child-ish grin at her friend.

"Oh don't tell me you don't enjoy it." Jemma giggled. Before Kai had chance to retort that he infact did not like having his ass grabbed by her, Jemma turned to look at the bar-maid. "You okay here Luc?" she called. The bar-maid, Lucy, nodded her head and returned to cleaning a few whiskey glasses. Jemma grabbed Kai's hand and half-led, half-dragged him towards the office. "Nath's in the back. It would be better in the office. Nice and private." Jemma concluded with a short nod of her head. Kai sighed a little. Of course no meeting was complete without Nathan.

Nathan Ryu Hikaru was the tall 22 year old gay best friend of Jemma. Her partner in crime and all that jazz. Nathan had met Jemma in high school when the said female had tripped and fell head long into Nathan. Both saw the funny side and some time later the pair became the bestest of friends. Nathan had joined Jemma in every one of the gay, lesbian, bi-sexual (etc, etc) rights stand she had attended. Kai sometimes felt like an out-sider. Nathan was half-japanes, half-english and was often called a half-breed by Jemma. Currantly Nathan was bent over a long sheet of numbers and writing. His hazel eyes scanned the information in front of him as he tugged at his bleach blond hair. His hair was all natural and Nathan was often offended if anyone asked if he dyed it.

"Oi! Half-breed! Guess whoes here." Jemma called, pushing the office door open with all her might. Both males watched as the door wobbled when it banged against the wall. Nathan raised an eyebrow.

"One of these days, you're gonna break that door." Nathan pointed out dryly. He nodded a welcome to Kai while Jemma pouted rather sourly and stuck her tongue out. Nathan ignored her. "Hey Kai. Take a seat." The half-breed offered, pointing to a red plush chair. It happened to be the only one not covered in papers.

"So what do you need my services for?" Kai inquried, getting as comfortable as he could. The russian eyed a small statue of the Grim Reaper that sat on Nathan's desk and shivered a little. The statue stared back with unblinking eye-sockets. Nathan placed his work in a dark blue folder and placed it in a drawer. Jemma took to perching herself on the edge of the desk.

"Simple. A newspaper is doing a piece on the club and we want you to take the photos." Nathan began. Jemma pushed herself into Kai's view. It was now Nathan's turn to pout sourly at his best friend and Kai found it rather comical. If he was the type of person to laugh, he would have. Only he wasn't and he didn't.

"In other words, we don't trust the crappy photographer the paper is paying. We thought maybe you could do it seeing as you like to get wasted here on the weekend." Jemma trailed off as Kai's glare got more and more heated. "Sorry, let me rephrase that. You like to hang round here at the weekend." Jemma chuckled. Kai refused to comment and turned to look at Nathan. The half-breed took this as his cue to interupt and pushed Jemma to one side. She landed with a thump on the floor.

"What do you say? You know this place well and I know damn well you can get the best pictures." Nathan paused to pull some money out from one of the drawers of his desk. He lay it out on the table. "We will pay well like always Kai. You're the best in the business." Kai eyed the money closely. What Nathan was offering him was well over what Kai charged. Despite the pair being the only two closest friends he had, they were always his best customers. Out of the corner of his eye, Kai watched as Jemma slowly got up from the floor, rubbing her sore tail bone.

"You do know that your paying me well over what I usually charge." Kai pointed out. Jemma turned to the pile on the table before holding up her hands.

"I didn't count it! Blame Nath!" she yelled in defence. Nathan muttered something under his breath, directed at Jemma more then anything before nodding his head.

"I know. Think of it as a tip." The money was pushed towards Kai. "So, what do you say?"

--

He watched the photographer leave the club. He had seen him, Kai Hiwatari, a few times. The russian was withdrawn but brilliant at his job. No doubt the owners had asked him for his services again. Sure enough the owners of the club came out of the office, talking excitedly about something. He strained to hear their conversation, afraid of moving from his perch in the corner.

Afraid? No, unable too.

He could not move from the spot, not until he had found some way of bring his murderer to justice. Things had not been easy but with the arrive of Kai, he knew that things were falling into place.

"...So I ordered a couple more bottles of vodka and..."

He ducked down in instinct as the owners wondered past. He watched them closely as they surveried the bright pink neon sign that hung to the left of him. He held his breath, out of habit more then anything, before they left to help the staff clean the club.

Oh yes, everything was now falling into place. He had enough strenght from years of waiting to make himself seen to Kai. And even if Kai didn't know it as of yet, the russian was about to be pulled into one heck of a roller-coaster ride. He had planned everything and nothing, not even his murderer, could stop him.

Not now anyway.