Disclaimer: Don't own Beyblade or any of it's characters.

Warning: Probaby grammer errors, spelling mistakes and/or typos (your most likely to find the latter, as word has grammer and spell checker built into it).

A/N: I took part in BeyArMaMo's mini contest this year and I've been writting little fics. Originally I planned to do a different story each week, but as it turned out, I've been continuing with is one, so you'll be getting updates really, really soon! It's all friendly stuff and everyone has remained friends... it was kind of a rule, so I had to stop myself from pairing people up, because I really seem to like doing that!

Read and I hope you can enjoy!

BeyArMaMo 2012: Modelling for a Redhead

"Have you gone insane?" Lee asked as he stood in the bedroom doorway, glaring at the younger raven haired man.

"No Lee, I haven't," Ray replied. "I'm doing what I have to in order for us to survive."

"I think you're making a big mistake Ray," Lee stated. "You've taken this job from some guy you don't know. He's probably looking for some adult rated fun and mistook you for a woman! He's a perverted old geezer."

"Yeah, a perverted old geezer, just like you, or like Kevin, Gary and me," Ray said, turning from his wardrobe to glare at his best friend. "Mr Ivanov is about our age."

"Why does that name sound so familiar?" Kevin asked from his place on Ray's bed. "I'm sure I've heard it somewhere before…"

"I thought the same thing and on top of that, the guy looked familiar," the Tiger agreed. "Look Lee, I've checked the authenticity of the card he gave me; the companies really and they have a redheaded Russian man named Mr Ivanov – he's their top designer! Which is probably why his name sounds familiar, Kevin." The little Chinese made and 'O' shape with his mouth as he nodded.

"Doesn't mean he won't play with you and tug you a long before throwing you away like yesterday's trash," Lee muttered.

"If you're so worried and against Ray going for this modelling job, then why not call Mariah, Lee?" Kevin asked. "Or let one of us two?"

"No way!" the Lion exclaimed.

"Lee, none of us have a job; we lost them when the café was forced to shut down. Our money reserves are low and we can't pay for this month's bills," Ray pointed out. "We'll find ourselves homeless if we don't pay the rent."

"If Ray gets a contract with this company, then we'll be able to leave this heap and move into a flat with more than one bedroom that's in a better part of town," Kevin pointed out. "Our fridge will be full too and Gary won't be constantly stood in front of it willing food to appear out of thin air. Now that would be great!"

"I still say it's not a good idea," Lee stated.

"There's not much else to do, Lee," Ray said firmly. "Especially when you won't ask your own sister and her husband for help. You stop us from calling too!"

"We don't need that pricks help."

"Speak for yourself," Ray and Kevin said in unison.

"We're getting off track!" Lee exclaimed. "This Ivanov guy is meant to work for Redemption, which is currently one of the most popular makes right?" Ray nodded. "So he should have plenty of models at his disposal, but instead he's asking you. That's seems fishy, if you ask me."

"Apparently none of the usual models have the look he wants," Ray told. "I did ask him about that."

"But…"

"No Lee, no buts," Ray said. "I'm going; if he tries anything funny, I'll get out of there. I know I'm not as strong as I was during my blading days, but I'm still capable of looking out for myself. Plus, I'm fast, so I'll be able to out run him. I don't plan on being used and I most certainly don't plan on selling my body. So quite worrying."

"I won't till you get back home safely," Lee muttered.

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Waw! These photographs are really amazing, Ray thought as he looked around at them. And the designs… Waw! It's no wonder why Redemption is so popular.

"Like what you see?" a voice asked, snapping Ray from his thoughts.

"Yes," the Tiger said as he spun to face the redhead. "The designs are really amazing. I've noticed them in shop windows and on the front of magazines, but I've never stop to have a good look before."

"And why not?"

"I don't see the point; looking at something when you know you can't afford to buy it. It can only bring you sadness. It'll depress a person I think."

"You were a world class blader and one of the five that brought BEGA down…"

"Employers don't care about that; it might be different in this industry, but generally speaking, it doesn't cut it. All Employers seem to want skilled workers with good educations. Me and my friends are hard workers, but we lack that good education. We're not idiots or anything; we were educated, but we don't have qualifications, certificates to prove it. We may still have the popularity to bring in customers, but if we can't sell them anything, then what's the point in shops hiring us?"

"That's a bummer then. Why didn't you go for a modelling carer from the start?"

"I had my dream, a goal after Beyblade and it had nothing to do with modelling or being famous for that matter. I want to open a bakery and bake different pastries, but securing the money to do that was harder than I thought. Right now is a means for me and my friends to survive, especially when Lee's to prideful to ask even his little sister for help."

"What's stopping you?"

"Lee."

"I bet he throw a tantrum then, when you accepted my offer."

"No, he was just worried that something bad will happen to me. No offence, but the thought kind of crosses our minds that you're just looking for some adult rated fun."

"No, I'm being serious and I've never sleep with the models… or potential models; I reckon that could and would get messy. Anyways, you wanna get changed; I've prepared an outfit for you, which you'll find in the changing room behind you. I'm going to go find Spencer, he's…"

"Stuck in traffic," a voice interrupted, grabbing their attentions.

"Don't joke," the redhead said as he turned to the new comer. "What do you mean Spencer's stuck in traffic, Bryan?"

"Now I know why you're name sounded so familiar," Ray said as he smacked a fist into his open hand. "Ivanov was the surname of the Blitzkrieg Boys' captain... I also know why you looked so familiar to me too – you were their captain," he continued as he giggled nervously. "How wonderful; I think Lee may erupted when he learns about it."

"Well that explains why he didn't run of screaming when you offered him a job," Bryan commented, gaining a glare from his redheaded friend.

"I'm not a sadistic like you are," Tala retorted. "I'm quiet friendly, especially if I like you…" Pausing for a second, the Wolf took in the Chinese shaking legs. "Are you going to be okay Ray?"

"Of course; why wouldn't I be?" Ray said, still giggling nervously.

"You want tea?" Bryan asked, smirking mischievously. "I promise, I won't poison it."

"Lee's gonna wish I did take this offer from a stranger," Ray muttered, before he fell to the floor and passed out.

"I think he fainted," Tala state as he rubbed his head. "I blame you, Bryan!"

A/N: Hope you enjoyed and I'd love to here what you think!

Originally, Mariah was going to be married to a BB character, but the rules of BeyArMaMo said to keep them all as friends, so I had to edit that out, but I still left it in that she's married. Readers can decided on whom she married!