Tag Force: Every Model needs a Photographer

Before we begin, this is my first Yu-Gi-Oh 5ds fanfiction, this is of course, based on the Tag force game and the Mistry Tredwell storyline as well, I may use Original-created cards but I'm still deciding anyway, enjoy!

Chapter 1: Every photo needs to focus before its completely perfect!

The Duelist woke up as he heard his alarm blaring as loud as a megaphone, he grumbled loudly in response, as he slapped his hand on his alarm clock, it only blared louder instead of shutting off, causing the duelist to sigh deeply, as he groggily get out of his bed, slapping on a black t-shirt and some blue jeans, his usual clothes that brings out his green dyed hair.

'I don't even go to school anymore man...Why in the world do I insist of still having an alarm?' the Duelist question himself, that was until he answered his own question back, reminding him on what he needs to do today.

'Because you're got a job today, A real one mind you, you know, head to the New Domino Cinema Theaters, the new movie Atlas rising is going to be released at noon and the famous model Misty Tredwell is going be there to for the first screening, take some pictures and collect your pay...'

'Unless you want to rely on duels to get your daily income.' he answered to himself, the duelist seemed downright insane as he simply sat on his bed, listening to himself and his thoughts.

'Please don't remind me...Me...That reminds me...I should really make some friends...Since I don't want to look and feel crazy anymore.' The Part-time Photographer said to himself as he finally got out of his bed, putting on his blue leather jacket and his grey run of the mill-duel disk, bearing the same design as the many duel disks that the citizens of Neo Domino possess.

'Lets start the day with the most important meal of the day, breakfast!' The Duelist said to himself as he opened his personal fridge, he stared at the empty cold storage for a full ten seconds before closing it.

'Guess no breakfast for today, probably should've grocery shopped yesterday...' it dampened his spirits greatly but he tried to stay cheerful from his bad start of the day.

"Besides, I'm Lance Sterling, the Freelance Journalist and Photographer, I can make a ton of friends and get well fed in no time!" The Freelancer said as he flashed a cocky smile into his dresser's mirror, looking at himself and noticing his almond brown eyes were burning with determination and vigor.

'I hope its going to be easy...' A small tinge of doubt coursed through Lance silently.

Lance left his apartment determined to get the photography job done, but not before grabbing the camera that he never leaves his home without it.

Lance's camera wasn't like the modern cameras, not small, compact and easy to use, it was big and bulky, with a long camera lens that was about six inches out of the black photo-taker, its flash was big and wide, almost as big as the lens itself, it had a plethora of different symbol buttons, all dedicated for different filters and modes of the camera, and for editing photos to pristine perfection, all of that with a large blue sash serving as the camera's band for easy to carry and use.

'If I can take the bus real quick, I can get there early...' Lance thought to himself as he got moving to his usual bus stop, ready to start the day despite his below average morning start.

Minutes passed as the bus didn't came, Lance checked his phone, looking at the time, quickly noticing how the bus was about twenty minutes late for arrival.

'weird...The bus should be here by now...' Lance thought to himself in a confused manner, wondering why the bus is late, especially on an important scoop job such as the he needs to do.

Lance could hear someone laughing, the laughter was horsey and rugged like leather, Lance turned his head to see an old man, with a scraggly beard and a cane, the old man was laughing, and more importantly, was laughing directly at Lance.

"...What's so funny?" Was all Lance asked in confusion with a light glare at the old man, getting annoyed at the elderly gentleman's cackles.

"That you're waiting for the bus! Didn't anyone told you that the buses today are closed due to maintence!?" The Old man said causing Lance to have his eyes widen in surprise.

"You're not serious right?...Out of all the times I need to use the bus...It had to be on the day where I needed to go to the most famous theaters in this city..." Lance said as the Old man once again laughed at Lance's mishaps and bad luck.

"Then you better get to running boy! Time's a'wasting!" The Old man said with a howl of giggles and chuckles, Lance growled under his breath and wanted to tell off the Elderly man, but he has a job to do, he listened to the mean-spirited but wise old man as he ran towards to the movie theater, while he was silent in his sprint, in his mind though, he was completely going bonkers.

'Can't this day get any worse!? I mean seriously, I had a terrible morning with a crappy alarm, I didn't had any breakfast since I forgot to buy groceries yesterday, and now? I'm probably going to be late for the Movie Premiere, which means...No payday for Lance! This is just great! Just...Great!' Lance lamented with a audible groan of frustration coming out of his lips.

He was going to be sweatier than a pig in the mud when he arrives at the theater, and if he doesn't arrive on time...Then he'll be sweaty and overly tired for nothing then, Lance growled under his breath as he mentally repeated once again.

'Can this day get any worse!?'

Later...

He thank whoever was above, he was able to arrive at the movie theater on time, sure he was breathing heavily and had pangs of sweat over his face, but he was on time, he readied up his camera as the model walked into the red carpet for the theater.

'Alright Lance, just take a full set of photos of the Super Model and get it over with, besides, its probably going to the usual model...' Lance thought to himself with some annoyance being shown on his face, Lance imagined the model to be some blonde ditz that was trying to get her thirty seconds of fame.

Whenever he had a small photography job that could pay the rent, it was always for an aspiring model girl, literally of them were blonde, long hair, tanner bed fueled-tanned skin and big pillow-like lips, all with that...and nothing else.

They were either to snobby...Constantly denying any picture that Lance would take until it mentally drained him, or they were to naive for Lance to handle well, constantly asking stupid questions that only tested Lance's patience.

So Lanced prepared to take the photo of the model named Misty Tredwell, she finally exited out of her limosuine

The Freelancing Part-timing Photographer paused before taking the photo but was entranced by her appearance...

'Oh my god...She is...Beautiful...' was all Lance thought...Legitimately surprised from the looks of the Model known as Misty Tredwell.

The Model wasn't like the dime a dozen ones...This Misty Tredwell was...One of a kind...Her hair was as black as a raven, lustrous, and well-Kemp, yet straight and smoother than stone, her figure was perfectly sculpted, she wasn't to thin or to thick as she was tall like some sort of queen, her eyes were a hue of crystal blue and her skin was fair and flawless.

And yet, she was just wearing casual clothing, she didn't need a sensual full red dress to look gorgeous, she just needed to wear normal everyday clothes to get everyone's attention, in fact, she was even carrying her duel disk around as if it was nothing!

She was like a diamond in the rough, a rose within a field of daffodils...Lance quickly shook his head before he returned to the task at hand, he mentally slapped himself in the face.

'Stop being so perverted Lance, show some professionalism for once! Just take the pictures of Misty...maybe keep one picture for myself...And leave, nothing more, nothing less.' Lance said to himself as he started to focus on Misty Tredwell as she began the premiere of the movie, she spoke with a voice that was soothing to the people's ears, and yet her voice lacked a single tone of allure, almost as if she was just talking to a group of friends.

"Hello everyone! I hope everyone here is just as excited as I am!" Misty said with a small humble smile as the crowd cheered, agreeing with Misty's words.

"Is it really Misty?! I can't believe I get to see her up close! She's so cute!" One person in the crowd said to her friends who no doubt agreed with her.

"Who's ready to see the first premiere of Jack Atlas's newest movie!? Atlas Rising!?" Misty asked the crowd as she casually stretched her neck, they once again cheered the model once againn, without much effort, Misty hadthe whole crowd in the palm of her hands.

Lance was about to get a really good shot of Misty nonchalantly stretching, until he was pushed to the ground and out of the line of people with a forceful shove, Lance fell flat on the ground with a yelp, thankfully, his camera was completely safe and sound, he sighed in relief, his camera costs more than his apartment's rent, and its his only camera, so without it, he's practically jobless.

"Get in line! Single File! Line up in order of your numbered ticket" Lance heard from the large imposing coat jacket wearing man who pushed him as he was accompanied by a girl with long black hair, her hair wasn't as nearly luxurious as Misty's stream of raven black, she wore thick glasses that hid her eyes from being seen, Lance gasped as he saw that she was also holding a camera, effectively telling him that she was also a photographer or maybe a journalist.

Lance eyes widened as he was able to catch Misty's attention due to being flat on the floor, she raised an eyebrow of concern over the fallen Lance Sterling, with a elegant and almost princess-like gait, she walked over to lance, the whole crowd gasped as she walked up to the photographer, going over the red ropes as if it was a hurdle that Misty must overcome.

"Are you okay?" She asked Lance as she offered a hand, Lance blushed deeply in an embarrassed manner, in a heartbeat, Lance took Misty's hand, causing the whole crowd to feel envious over Lance's position due to being to personally interact with Misty.

"...yes..." Was all Lance chirped with a weak voice, her hand was smooth and light like an opera glove as she smiled in response.

"Good to hear, remember to take my good side with your camera." Misty said with a little giggle coming out of her lips, the crowd laughed hysterically to Misty's little remark.

"...Will do." Lance replied, hiding his blush by putting his camera to his face, before Misty could get back to premiering the new movie, but was stopped by the girl with the thick glasses when she shoved a voice recorder in her face.

"Hi! I'm Carly Carmine! I'm reporting in to get my exclusive interview with the Tops Model Misty Tredwell, so without further ado, Can you tell me whats you're opinion on the desecration of the Satellite district?" Misty curved an eyebrow from such a question.

"Erm...Why are you asking such an off-topic question?" Misty replied taken aback from such a serious question, this didn't deter Carly's persistence.

"Because its important! You're a famous figure in Neo Domino and the Tops district! This new movie doesn't matter, what matters is, is the activism of social classes!" Carly shoved the recorder even closer to Misty's face, causing the model to look a little agitated from the recorder shove.

The reporter Carly Carmine was finally moved away from Misty by the same man that pushed Lance to the ground.

"Hey! What are you doing!? Media is supposed to be at the other side! Not at the side where all the moviegoers are at!" He said with a lecturing tone as he grabbed ahold of Carly Carmine, his voice being tough and gritty.

"Sorry Ms. Tredwell, I'll escort this schmoozer elsewhere." the man said with a proud smile on his face, happy to help the model, Misty frowned at his words and abrasive actions.

"You don't have to Trudge, she was just trying to get the next scoop as they say..." Misty said trying to do some damage control, the big security guy reluctantly listened to Misty, letting go of the thick-glassed Reporter.

"But she wasn't even going to answer my questions! You might as well escort me out of here Mr. Trudge!" Carly said in annoyance, causing Misty to sigh in disappointment.

"Perhaps, we could make this event more interesting..." Misty suggested, earning both Carly and Trudge's attention.

"What do you mean about that Ms. Tredwell?" Tetsu insisted with a confused voice, Misty smiled lightly as she shot a glance at a picture-taking Lance Sterling, she noticed that the photographer had a duel disk on his wrist, a devious and playful idea came up in Misty's mind.

"You can get your scoop, by dueling me! With Mr. Trudge as your partner!" Misty said with a cheerful tone.

"Wait what?! A tag duel then?!" Carly exclaimed from such a suggestion.

"Yes, a tag duel...But I don't have a partner...Maybe someone from the crowd could be my duel partner..." Misty scanned through the crowd before she made her move, selecting the duelist she wanted to duel with.

'...Why is she coming closer to me!?' Lance yelled inwardly as he noticed that through his camera lens, Misty was getting closer to him.

"Enough with you, standing by the sidelines, taking pictures of a battle, now its time for you to partake in it." Misty grabbed ahold of Lance's hand, causing him to stop looking from his lens and blush deeply in response, Misty led Lance to Carly and Trudge as they were both prepared for the tag duel.

"Before we begin, what is your name?" Misty asked with a sweet voice, Lance blinked before answering, feeling a deep pittance of surprise and curiosity.

"Lance...Sterling, part-time photographer...Part-time Duelist." Lance answered, trying to sound confident but failing quite horribly by sounding more of a shrinking violet.

"With my humble assistant Lance Sterling, we will premiere the movie; Atlas Rising with something appropriate: A Tag Duel!" The crowd began to cheer once again, Lance was flabbergasted to say the least, he was lucky enough to even arrive here on time, and now he was going to duel with Misty Tredwell? A Rare piece of diamond within the cluster of blonde models?

'Perhaps...This day was going to be better...instead of worse, thank goodness I didn't jinx it...'