A/N: Hi! So, uhm, a muse with an idea came to me so I decided to make a new story. This one is actually first one I devised on my own. I think I will just write and write until I get better. If you guys like this one, please leave a review because I have no clue if it's good or if it sucks. In case you like it, I will continue.

English is not my native language, it's 3:20 AM - excuse the mistakes please. Thanks and enjoy!

1: The man without suit

"Look! See that guy over there? He's so hot!"

"Is that a Gucci suit? He must be really rich."

"He's out of your league, girl. He is definitely taken."

You are right, girl, you are out of my league, as well as every woman in this world.

Shy giggles, rumors, compliments – hearing them became standard for me. It used to bring slight smile or smirk on my face but now I begin to ignore it. I can't help it, let's face it – should I thank them for my wealth? Or my looks? Let's not.

It was nearly end of spring, warm weather forced me to take off my jacket and carry it on my forearm until I reach building I work in. That's probably why I hear teenage girls squealing. The sight of me in well-fitting white shirt. That I am arrogant? Never.

I was happy. I had money to afford anything. It was a bit tough journey to success but I made it. I am not one of those brats who grew up in wealthy families and inherit all the possession. I was studying hard, 13 years of my life. I didn't need more education, a well-known business academy taught me everything I needed to know to become an entrepreneur. Of course they don't make you a businessman, you have to be born as one, but they can teach you to use it. So here I am, working successfully already 7 years.

On my way I stopped in Starbucks to buy large caramel macchiato, sometimes it is just exciting to buy your own, usually I have a secretary for that. I must say: I love this life.

That was a week ago.

Now I am single, my lover left me. The man in suit I was describing before may look perfect, resistive, unattainable, happy-go-lucky. But truth is, even I am broken sometimes. What can we expect? All the people are actors here, you think you are everything to them but you are only what they want you to be. Being yourself doesn't get you anywhere, and I know it. Being perfect, fake ideal is success. One man in my life got to know me, real me. He left me right after. I don't really know why people consider falseness as perfection. But this is L.A. You either learn to live according its rules or you are out of game.

It's Sunday evening, I was strolling down the streets, thinking. The sun above me was slowly setting but still shining bright, abusing my eyes. I groaned and put my hand to forehead so I could see better. Streets were quite crowded right now, many people were working even on Sunday, however most of them were probably heading to clubs. I thought about going into one but then I decided I had enough of drinking. After breaking up with Claude I wasn't able to do anything else than that. And I am tired of hangovers.

People aren't looking me over as usually today. My hair is unkempt, I have got dark circles under my eyes, my lips are rough and slightly chapped when I slide over them with my tongue. My skin is unhealthily pale and gosh, not talking about my clothes. I think I've never gone out looking like this, I almost go in shop behind corner in tuxedo. But right now, I am wearing cheap jeans with no leather belt, grey loose washed-out t-shirt, weird hoodie, which I have no idea how got into my apartment and my feet, my fucking feet are shod in trainers. I've never looked this terrible and it was making me frown. But people are always telling that people in break-up-depression shave their hair or do such ridiculous things so I am glad I ended up only like this after all.

I am sure if Claude saw me right now, he would say I look repulsively. He once told me that, and only because I was ill so I was staying in bed. He came to visit once and since he left with frightened face it took him several days to even see me again. Superficial prick. I am glad I got rid of him actually, that bastard knew nothing about me!

While thinking about nonsenses, I pulled a packet of cigarettes out of pocket and a lighter. I was mess already, now even bigger. I hated the fact people see me like this, I hated when they are staring and pointing. I hated being 'that smoking depressed crap'. I inhaled, looking blankly forward. The harmful smoke swiftly attacked my lungs, making me another step closer to death of lung cancer. Nah, I guess not, I am not really notorious smoker. But who knows, maybe I will die. Who cares? I must say: I hate this life.

Soon I realized I haven't eaten anything all day. Seeing a boy with hot-dog randomly walking around made my stomach rumble. I usually dine in restaurants but that can't be considered in view of my appearance. Maybe I will buy some damn-

Oh. Fuck. Me.

My thoughts about food immediately disappeared as I was passing certain cafeteria. Thump - thump. I felt my heart skip a beat for some reason. There was a man – no, a boy, sitting by table outside. He was the cutest thing I've ever seen.

He was just chuckling at the moment and then I noticed he was talking to some other boy, sitting on chair beside him. But back to him. He had the most charming smile. He looked very young and I usually don't lay my eyes on people such as him but in this moment I couldn't look away. His silky hair, combed to side was framing his flawless face, in front cut under his cheekbones and behind reaching his neck from what I could see. Its color was dark but with sun shining on him from behind, I could see those strands had hue of blue. Beautiful. I couldn't see his eyes, though, he had blue wayfarer sunglasses on, as well as the boy next to him.

Then something really unexpected came and I felt like the biggest idiot in existence. The boy turned his head and looked into my direction. I was suddenly this weird dude standing on place as nailed on ground and staring ahead. I was cursing myself right now, I knew I will probably never see him again or even talk to him but I hated myself for ever going out – looking like this. For the first time in my life. Before I could do something, he didn't change his expression even a bit and looked back on the boy beside him, smiling. Oh, great. Who would even look on such a homeless in jeans and sweatshirt as me, right? Was it that bad? In the end I decided to keep it cool and sit in this cafeteria. I dropped my half-finished cigarette and stubbed out with my foot.

I took place at table near them, sitting on the chair comfortably. Soon a waiter came and asked me about order. I decided for some Frappé. When the waiter left, I automatically looked on the boy again. Where are my sunglasses when I need them? At least I could cover circles under my eyes or hide the fact that I am staring at him. I was so lucky that I forgot them today. Fucking coincidence.

About 10 minutes passed, I was drinking my ice coffee and once in a while I glanced on that angel and the second one next to him. Just as I was thinking I should go there and straight say something, I noticed they both stood up. I panicked inside for a second. Their drinks weren't finished, thought. They got up to go inside the cafeteria, probably to order or pay or to the restroom- holy-shit – they are holding hands. There's…certainly nothing strange about seeing gays in L.A. but, I mean, if he's gay, that's totally great for me but if that one is his boyfriend. What now? I took a drink from my glass to cool down. It lasted about 5 minutes until they came back. I saw the blond was taller than bluenette, he was still holding his hand. I frowned slightly. Before they sat down again, I looked the smaller over. He had such tiny body, thin waist but long legs. He was wearing shorts which were covering his thighs but I could see those smooth calves. When I looked up to check his torso covered in V-neck t-shirt, they sat down and I saw the blond taking off his glasses and looking straight into my eyes. Oh no, I knew it, now he will kill me with his looks that I am checking his boyfriend, right? Well, he didn't. He actually smirked at me. Is he hitting on me, or what? Then he leaned to my interest and whispered something to his ear so-obviously. He whispered something back and then they chuckled and this and that – what is going on? I don't care, doesn't matter anymore. I pulled out my iPhone and looked at some received e-mails.

In matter of few minutes, I saw someone approaching, with corner of an eye, so I looked up – it was the blond. He was placing some paper on my table and then he looked at me.

"Excuse me, sir? I couldn't glance over the way you were looking at us." He spoke up politely.

"Is that so? What is the point?" I asked, raising my eyebrow. Then I glanced on the note on my table and then back up.

"This is phone number of my brother." The boy smiled, nodding head to my crush standing over there. I was speechless. He continued. "If I am not wrong, you'd maybe like to give him a call sometime. Have a nice day, sir." He winked at me and left. I still couldn't say anything. I only took the paper and read the number, smiling slightly. This turned out way better than expected. I also noticed a word above the number, it said 'Ciel'. Which I supposed was the name.

The brothers were already leaving, walking on street and heading home. Ciel was holding his brother's arm, while he was complaining about what he did.

-neutral POV-

"Why did you do that, Alois?! Why? I told you not to!"

"You always do! Give it a try. Once in your life, okay? This could end up well, trust me. I believe he was quite famous businessman in this city, Michaelis I think. Even though he didn't look really wealthy respected person but I bet it was him. Do you see that fucking chance?!"

"That's twice the reason you shouldn't have done that! I could never- He would NEVER ever have anything with someone like -"

"Stop this in instant, Ciel!" The blond stopped, turning shorter boy towards him. "I saw the way he was looking at you. Give-it-a-try. He will call you, you will go out and then we will talk about it, m'kay?"

The dark haired tilted head. "Alois. He doesn't know I am blind. As soon as he finds out, he will run away. They always do…"

Alois pulled his brother into a hug. "Don't be negative. Not every person in this city is that superficial, ok? It will be good, I promise."