Chapter I
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"The show stopper," one of the spectators whispered, "He's the one."
"Oh my god," the other let out an amazed gasp, "Kai fucking Hiwatari!"
The said man entered the large hall from the end of the ramp as the show light focused on him and only him, the rest of the space black with peering eyes of the spectators glued to his stoic but bold entrance. The white flashes in between clicked as he walked down the long ramp, his one hand in the pocket of the show's most expensive pants, his topless half showed off exquisite muscles flexing with each step. His head high, his dual hair colour attracted several astounded stares and his crimson eyes was fixed nowhere in particular as if staring into a black null void.
It was the last show of the three day long capsule show solely organized by one of the most worshipped fashion designer, Ms. Yoshie Granger. It was to showcase her newest collection for spring, all her creations under her famous label, YoSire. Among the twenty male and female models hired by her, he fairly stood out the most.
Kai Hiwatari, the youngest yet the most successful of them all. The twenty year old Russian had already been on the front page of every fashion magazine out there and had managed to capture the hearts of millions of fans. He had seduction. He had allure. He was an obsession.
After one last turn towards the audience, he flipped back again, his steps leading him away from them to the backstage. He came in again, with the blue haired designer, the spectators giving them a standing ovation for the wonderful show.
Kai grimaced inwardly at the posh and so called high and mighty people before him. He didn't understand their purpose and didn't want to understand. He just stood there, his crimson eyes staring at nothing in particular, his mind not anywhere near Tokyo but somewhere in space.
Once the show was packed up, his make up and the show clothes were taken off, his pale yet flawless skin revealed after the splash of water on his face. The other models in the backstage gaped at his every movement, their eyes widened in awe. The only model Kai ever made conversation to was his acquaintance from Russia, Tala Ivanov. Of course, the conversations mostly contained nods and little 'hn's in between.
Kai had managed to dress the quickest, his attire now consisted of white button up, black jeans and a neat black blazer. Combing his hair with his fingers one last time, he grabbed his bag and without any notice rushed outside from the back door.
It was still noon so he put on his black shades to top off his attire. His slick black Lamborghini waited for his arrival and when he did get in, the car zoomed away from the place.
Few minutes of silence and then his phone started ringing. Picking up the phone, he gave a small 'hello'.
"Kai! Where are you? It's already 12:17!" Mr. Dickenson, his manager, said in a panicky voice.
"Heading to the interview," he rolled his eyes,"Will be there in minutes."
"I hope you've practiced for iti! I won't be able to be there so I just hope you get chosen for this. Imagine how fam-"
Kai cut off the call and switched off his phone. No one but his manager was going to call him anyway. His manager sure was Dickenson but most of the time, he seemed to be just a 'Dick' for him.
He had an interview with an annoying kid who was a world class painter just at the age of fifteen. The kid wanted a model for his new works and well, his manager forced him for the interview.
It wasn't for money. Heck, he was billionaire with a business company under his rule and his side kick modelling job. It wasn't for fame either. Who was he kidding? Every magazine out there had his face on their front page. So what was it for? Ruining his three week vacation in Tokyo. That's what he thought.
Twenty one days of nothing but freedom was what he wanted. And there was a 'dick' who was already ruining it. Did he practice for the interview then? Hell no. So he travelled all the way from Tokyo to Yamanashi Prefecture in the south, his Lambourghi zooming through the expressways, his focus on getting rejected in the interview.
Finally after 35 minutes, he came across the Kinomiya Residence, the oak front gates opening on his arrival. The place had a stretched out huge open garden filled with peachy pink cheery blossoms blooming in the glorious presence of sweet and exotic spring. The backdrop of Mt. Fuji adorned the Japanese styled house located in the middle of the huge garden with a small stream running from behind the house to in between the cheery trees. Right, the kid was a millionaire and his father some high profile archaeologist.
Kai mentally scoffed at the pink petals that flew over to his car and got stuck on it rather than gaping at the beautiful vista. Getting past the doors, he drew his car to a halt right before the main gate of the house.
A man dressed in a butler's attire came to attend him. He hopped out of the car before the butler could open the door for him which surprised him. The man then escorted him inside the house, making him take off his shoes at the front as he introduced himself as Oliver.
The house wasn't all too fancy as he had been used to. It was rather antique and had an Eastern touch to it;cream coloured walls with the furnishing on the floor done with polished wood. There were several paintings on walls of the hallway, each consisting of portraits of various people.
He then stood before a wooden door, the butler knocking before getting consent. The door opened as Oliver left him alone and he walked in as he had in the fashion show earlier; his eyes not focused on anything particular, just empty.
And there between the curtains of the living room, stood a small boy of fifteen, few inches shorter than him, his smile gracing his presence.
Dressed in a light blue yukata, his epicine body was tangled in between the red silk curtains with rays of the sun hitting his back, the contrasting effect making his slightly tamned golden skin glow in radience. His most outstanding feature wasn't his eyes that had been exact shade of roasted sienna. It wasn't his rosy lips or his tiny button nose or his slender finger entangled with the curtains. His hair, was, neither the shade of the sky nor the shade of the starry sky. The shade in between these two shades, a moderate rich blue, tinted with deep greenish blue, the Celestial Blue was the exact shade of his low pony tailed hair. This was what attracted eyes to him.
Kai had not bothered to observe a single thing about the boy.
He just went in and sat down on one of the cushioned sofa. The boy left the hanging pieces of cloth and treaded in his velvety demeanour towards the young man who had just entered his living room. Taking a seat right in front of the man, the blue haired teen took a file from the piles on the table and flipped it open.
"So," his voice full of youthfulness,"Kai Hiwatari, is it?"
Kai rolled his eyes,"Hn."
The boy closed the file in his hand and put it aside. He stretched out his forearm into what it seemed to be a handshake.
"Nice to meet you, Kai," his lips curved into a loose smile, "My name is Takao Kinomiya."
Kai didn't give back the handshake but folded his hands before his chest before giving a small disbelieving snort. The kid butchered his pride by calling him from his first name without any honourfics. Brat, he thought.
The boy's hand retacted and Kai followed the hand and stopped his gaze right on the tiny grin that had been platered over his rosy lips.
"Congratulations, Kai. You passed the interview," the teen's eyes bore something the other couldn't pinpoint.
"You are hired."
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Author's Note: Kai is 20 and Tyson 15, 'kay? If you don't like it that way then...well, are you familiar with the term 'suck it up'? ^3^
Updates few days later. Yep, promised updates. *standing ovation*
Hope some of the other KaiTy fics here get updated. I mean who else is reading Bey fanfics in 2015? Not familiar with Japanese places. Forgive me.
Inspirations for this fic:
1. Lack of Seme!Kai fics.
2. Black Beauty by Lana del Ray (song)
3. Supermodel - Foster the People (album)
