Had to submit this two-shot! It was originally going to be one but I decided it was alittle long so I chopped it in half. So this is part one! Anyways... Hope you enjoy!

There were two things Allen Walker hated most in his short 18 year old existence in the history of Mother Earth: Modeling and bean sprouts. But mostly modeling.

Allen saw modeling as an exploitation of a person's body. Pinning up men and women and placing them in ridiculous outfits and forcing to do ridiculous poses for ads in magazines that people would normally skip through or criticize the ridiculousness of the outfit or hair. Girls that modeled for a living starved themselves to be able to fit into the smallest size and then were forced to be even smaller. Photos were retouched so that normal everyday women and men set themselves up with ridiculous unreachable goals of having the shiniest hair or the nicest muscles.

By the time you were 25 you were considered too old for modeling in the fashion industry. You were tossed aside like trash and forced to live in a welfare state after your assets were all gone; since you had no education outside of a High school degree because you had been modeling since you were 18. You disappeared off the face of fashion and were replaced with the next prettiest, youngest in a long line of generations. Or you ended up on ANTM criticizing low esteemed girls because you were pissed that you were too old now.

No matter how handsome or beautiful you were; in the fashion industry there was always something that could be fixed. You weren't tall enough. Your hips were too wide. You had too much muscle. You didn't dress nice enough. The possibilities of what people found wrong with you were endless. There was always something that could possibly be fixed or changed. Going on a go-see was like asking to be made fun of.

Allen knew this because, well, he was a model; unfortunately.

A male model mind you! And not by choice or anything, but that didn't mean Allen wasn't a force to be reckoned with. By the time he was seventeen he had posed for three cologne ads and had been a runway model for Komui Lee; the finest male fashion designer of the generation. Allen had been the shortest man in the show but that didn't mean he wasn't the best. Allen had never been turned down at any go-see he had gone to. He didn't necessarily like his job, but he was good at it.

Exactly why Allen had gotten into modeling was: because he needed money. Allen hadn't dreamed about it as a child like some of the girls and boys he had met before in the industry. He needed money. Not for his own recreational use, but to keep up with his uncle's recreational uses.

Uncle Cross wasn't a bad caretaker, but that didn't necessarily make him a good one either. He liked to gamble and spend money he did not own. Unfortunately for Allen; credit cards were incredibly easy to register for, but bills to the house were even easier to send, and making phone calls for collections was even easier. All bills were opened and thrown away by Cross and dug out of the trash by Allen. Phone calls were ignored by Cross and answered by Allen to explain that payments would be made in a few weeks. Uncle Cross kept spending and spending. Allen dreaded how much debt would be uncovered when the man died.

After Dad's car crash and passing, Allen had lived with his uncle for five years before he realized how much debt his uncle was in, and for awhile wondered exactly how child services had ever agreed to let him be Allen's guardian. After a while he had enough and decided to get a job to attempt to start paying off these ridiculous amounts of money his Uncle owed.

So, Allen was a window model at the mall. While his deformities in his arm and scars on his left eye made the owners wary at first at hiring him, he was incredibly good at it. He was able to stand without moving for thirty minutes at a time. The scar and arm could be concealed with makeup and Allen painted his fingernails so the "death" color wouldn't be as noticeable. Store owners fought over him and his salary was the highest of all the live models working. And his diligence paid off. Allen was seen modeling; a hand on his hip with a teasing smile on his face that he had kept for fifteen minutes and a hand holding a pair of sunglasses. It was a photographer who immediately demanded to see him and perform a photo shoot after passing by the window and returning to look at him several times.

Allen was weary of the man at first; seeing as the world was full of pedophiles, but after seeing his studio inside the mall and his employees he decided doing a few glamour shots wouldn't hurt. Who knew those shots would be sent off to several modeling agencies in the area and Allen getting call backs up the kazoo. That photographer was a very nice man named Tyki Mikk. While atlittle apprehensive and just plain weird at first; Allen became indebted to him and saw him as a close friend, even if he was alittle quirky.

His "career" started small; a few low key runway shows or ads for local magazines, but by the time he was seventeen he was getting calls from America. American designers begged for him in New York. So that's where he went. Leaving behind good friends in his home to start anew. It wasn't all bad. Allen met good people who he was sure he couldn't live without. It had been a year since he had been "home." But New York was home now too.

And that was how he ended up here, in front of a small bed and breakfast where a commercial was going to be shot for new cologne. He sighed and licked his lips before picking up his bag and heading in.

It was dark inside and to the left Allen could see where they were setting up a screen and camera for pictures after the commercial was shot. Pulling off his sunglasses he tucked them into his bag's side pocket and headed up the stairs and down the blue painted hallway into an open bedroom. Inside Jerry-a hair dresser Allen knew very well- was fitting a young model with blonde extensions.

Jerry was the definition of a flaming homosexual. He was tan skinned with a long dreaded braid trailing down his back. His normal attire was a half pink and or purple vest that clearly should've been in the woman's department of a store. His middle aged face was always up in a smile and his glasses never seemed to have any use besides making him look gayer than he already looked.

"Helloooooo Allen! I didn't know you were coming to this shoot sweets! " Jerry gushed as he ran over to envelope Allen in a man hug. Allen chuckled and hugged his friend warmly.

"I didn't know you'd be here either." Allen replied. Jerry finally released him and tittered.

"Oh ofcourse! I'm the best damn hair bitch around! They need me!"

A skinny woman who was painting the model's lips laughed and looked over. Allen recognized her as Linali Lee. Komui Lee's sister. She was a makeup artist. She was a professional in her own right. Several celebrities specifically requested her as their makeup artist. Allen knew her as well.

"Sure, Jerry." She said sarcastically before turning back to her work. Jerry scowled and stuck his tongue out at the woman.

"Mean Linali!"

Allen smiled again. "So where is wardrobe?"

"Right down the hall. And guess who is in charge of iiiiit?" Linali chimed in mock imitation of Jerry.

"Lemme guess. Lavi?" Allen asked pretending to sound surprised.

"At your service!" a voice whispered in Allen's ear-causing him to jump.

"Gah! Lavi you scared the Jesus out of me!"

"Oh sorry. I didn't know you were saved." Lavi replied leaning on the pale haired model with his arm.

Lavi was extremely savvy in fashion and costume design for photo shoots and commercials such as this. His extensive historical knowledge and of fashion design helped keep his period clothing as much accurate as possible. As intelligent as Lavi was; he had a slight sex addiction and a wild appearance. His thick red hair sprouted out from his head in various directions with one single curl that twisted outward from his cheek; normally it was all messily pulled back into a headband causing it stick up even more. His most peculiar feature was his eyepatch worn on his left eye. Lavi had cancer earlier in his life which caused him to have to lose that eye. From what Allen heard, after that Lavi was a changed man-living everyday for excitement and fun. He knew best that "today" could be your last.

"Well I was before I lived with Cross." Allen clarified while flipping his hair.

Lavi smiled. "I didn't know you were coming to this shoot either."

Allen frowned. "Really? I just got the call this afternoon. This is the Royale cologne shoot right?"

"Yeah. But they only told me to bring one uniform. I have a few dresses." Lavi replied with a bewildered look.

"Do you…" Jerry started.

"Think they want you to…" Linali added.

"Dress in drag?" Lavi finished meekly.

Allen shook his head vigorously. "Hell no! No! That's ridiculous. I have to find the producer and ask him. Maybe I'm supposed to just do the photo shoot." Allen turned to the door headed downstairs quickly into the backyard where trainers were wrangling a beautiful white mare with a saddle.

"Mr. Chan! Chan! BAK CHAN!" Allen yelled over the flurry of excited voices to the scowling blonde man who was arguing with one of his employees. He turned and scowled deeper at the sight of Allen.

"What is it Walker?"

"What is my part in this commercial?" Allen asked cautiously.

"Let's see." Bak then referred to the clip board he held in his hands. "Uhh… Walker.. Walker… Oh here. You're the leading lady."

Allen nodded. "Alright leading la-What?" Suddenly shock setting in as he realized exactly what that meant. He would be portraying a woman in this commercial.

"Leading lady. You heard." Bak said dully as he brought his hands back down to his sides.

"No! You have to find me another part or I'm leaving."

"Oh come on Allen! You're perfect for this and you've worked with horses before. Besides you have the right kind of body. Yours will look great in the commercial. That's why I picked you."

"Well you didn't tell me I was going to have to be a woman! I didn't agree to that!"

"Lots of male models have dressed in drag. Have you seen Alejandro?"

Allen stared at him before his cheeks began to ignite. "Fuck you! I'm not doing that! I'm leaving!" With that Allen began his stomping trek out the door and outside to wait for a taxi. Bak was calling him from behind but he paid no heed to it. He didn't deserve to be treated like this anyway. He had talent!

As Allen was about to settle himself on the curb of the street in front of the quaint bed and breakfast his cell phone began to ring. Sighing he checked the name and groaned before opening it.

"Walker! Guess who just called me?" It was Howard Link, the secretary of the CEO of Black Ministry Modeling.

"I already know." Allen said rolling his eyes.

"Well get your ass back in there!"

"No! I will not lose any more of my dignity! Especially dressing as a woman!"

"Nobody will even know it was you! Just do it!"

"Why should I?"
"If this goes well you could get a contract with that designer. It sort of a big deal."

"No! I don't care if it's a million dollars! I refuse!"

"Do it or I'll get our CEO on the phone." Link threatened, immediately Allen went quiet.

"But…"

"I'm transferring the call now."

"Wait! Don't! I'll… I'll do it." Allen said in miserable bitter defeat. He sighed heavily and rubbed the spot in between his eyes.

"I thought so." Link replied; Allen could hear the smile over the telephone and he silently cussed out the secretary before flipping the phone shut.

"Damn." Allen groaned standing up and lethargically dragging himself back up to the bed and breakfast, only to be accosted by Lavi by the staircase.

"Bak JUST told me what your outfit is." Lavi gasped. "I can't believe they cast you-"

"Yeah, yeah I know." Allen replied; he didn't need anyone pulling his dignity any further down his legs. "Can we just get this over with?"

Lavi nodded quickly. "U-um… Yeah. So um…" Lavi fidgeted and looked over his notes several times before grunting loudly and throwing his hands in the air.

"I can't focus!"

"How do think I feel?" Allen mumbled miserably.

"Oh yeah. Sorry. Well um… You get a navy dress. Its mid Victorian. Really pretty too!" Lavi attempted at lifting the mood.

Allen was not pleased.

"Yeah whatever."

Allen sighed in dismay as he felt the Lavi began clasping the dress shut from the back. Slowly Allen watched in the mirror as his fake breasts began to fall in place. Curiously, he lifted his left index finger to gently poke it and watch it jiggle before settling back in place.

"Don't mess with them." Lavi reprimanded, straightening the dress.

"Sorry." Allen sighed and laid his hands to his sides and tried becoming straight as possible. He looked so incredibly stupid he couldn't believe it. The mirror in front of him glistened off his fine short strands of white hair. His wide eyes shined dully behind the gray contacts he wore to cover his red albino eyes. Licking his dry lips, he began to feel even more and more like a true model. Someone with little dignity and constantly changing themselves for satisfy others. Allen had never considered himself one, but now it was becoming even more and more apparent. Lavi adjusted him outfit several more times with careful eyes before sending him to makeup and hair.

Jerry was especially sympathetic; knowing full well Allen had to get extensions and make up and that was especially brutal. Linali didn't say a word before beginning to work on Allen's arm and scar.

Jerry was painstakingly careful as he put in the extensions and Linali had a miserable look on her face as she began painting foundation and lip stain on normally pale lips. Allen kept his face complacent as he frowned deeply on himself in the mirror. Much to his dismay; he was an okay looking girl. He could definitely pass as something androgynous. Just who were they marketing this cologne to?

Jerry finally backed away and looked over his work and adjusted a few misplaced strands before deeming Allen finished and began dunking his brushes and combs for later use.

The door to the room was suddenly flung open; revealing Lavi looking terribly flustered and excited all at the same time.

"Its him!" he whispered excitedly as he closed the door and pressed his back against it as if in attempt to keep whoever behind it away.

"Who?" Linali asked accidentally smearing mascara down Allen's cheek. He squinted and cringed alittle at how it felt drying to crust on his face.

"Shit!" she muttered grabbing a cloth.

"Who Lavi?"

"Kanda Yuu! He just showed and is getting an earful from Bak for being late."

Allen averted his eyes upward to see the red head. "Kanda Yuu? As in Alexander McQueen show Kanda Yuu?"

Lavi nodded excitedly. "Yeah! That one!"

21 year old Kanda Yuu was a distinct runway model fought over by numerous designers to model their clothing or by companies to do Ad campaigns for their products. He was well known for his long tresses of pitch black blue hair and cobalt blue almond shaped eyes. He was even better known for his sour attitude and numerous fits of rage that would only rival Naomi Campbell.

For awhile after McQueen's death, Kanda Yuu disappeared off the face of the Earth. No tweets, face book, shoots, commercials, nothing. Suddenly hearing him make an appearance was jaw dropping for those of the fashion industry.

Especially for Allen.

Allen wasn't scared of Kanda, but he was intimidated. Kanda was above him by several levels and was a master of his style. Kanda could easily steal any picture away from any other model. A collaboration of models that was supposed to create an emotion as a whole could be stolen by just a simply facial expression he made.

It meant Allen would have to try even harder. He was not looking forward to it.

A strong voice with a hint of annoyance resonated throughout the halls. "Where the hell is the dresser?"

"Coming!" Lavi called throwing the door open and jumping out. Allen was able to catch a quick glass of the infamous cobalt eyes before they disappeared behind the door to be dressed. Sighing he resigned to trying not the psyche himself out before the shoot and resorted to practices his facial expressions in the mirror in front of him.

"Alright, Allen. You are a rescued damsel in distress completely in love with your savior, which is Kanda." The director gestured to Kanda to his left; who in dressed in what could only be described as various pieces and layers of clothing that apparently were thought to go together. He wore a loosely fitted white dress shirt covered by a navy blue blazer that was left open and black slacks which did not seem to have any collaboration with the rest of the outfit at all. Kanda also seemed slightly confused-as well as irritated- by his attire as he listened to the director's notes.

"Kanda, you have found your long lost love. You love Allen!"

Kanda snorted. "Yeah, okay."

Allen smiled at him. "I don't like it much either."

"Whatever."

Allen could've shoveled the amount of cold shoulder Kanda gave him in that single statement. Instead he only smiled at Kanda and continued to listen to the director's instructions.

First and foremost was the photography. The place picked for them was a very small, intimate garden on the side of the bed and breakfast. It had had two white marble benches shielded by oleanders which were covered in climbing white jasmine. Kanda and Allen were to sit on a bench and… Touch each other.

Immediately Allen went for the long strands of black that spilled over Kanda's broad shoulders. He immersed his hands in the tresses and locked his eyes with mesmerizing blue. A flash showed and somewhere in the background Allen heard praises for the photograph.

Not to be outdone, Kanda immediately began living up to his title as scene stealer. Roughly he grasped Allen's chin and lifted it upward. Before Allen could prepare the picture was taken.

Oh, it was on.

Annoyed, Allen ripped himself from Kanda and looked up at the clouds in an innocent manner. His eyes shimmered in the sun as several pictures were taken along with praise to the sudden change.

"Good good! Play hard to get!" Allen felt like he was posing for play girl at that moment and felt even more embarrassed when warm hands came around his waist to envelope him.

For a cold personality, Allen couldn't lie and say he was cold. Lips gently pressed to his neck and Allen felt his eyes widen and a flash.

"Allen don't let your guard down. You're here to model." Someone called from behind the bright lights.

A vibration came against his back and it took Allen several minutes to realize something.

Kanda was laughing at him.

Oh, bitch.

With that Allen spun around and grabbed a chunk of black hair and pulled it down to his level. Blue eyes steadily watched his and a hand squeezed his hip lightly.

"Hey." Allen breathed.

"What?" that voice asked, annoyance apparent.

"Don't steal my thunder." With that Allen mashed his lips to Kanda's causing the other to startle back.

"Kanda stay cool!"
Immediately Kanda went back into his mode and pressed his lips back mutually.

They were soft. Kanda had actually incredibly soft lips and an actually had experience. Allen thought that with that nasty personality he wouldn't get anywhere with anyone. And with intensity Allen kissed back harder only to be matched by the raven haired man.

Several flashes of light happened.

"Okay! Next shot!"

Allen pulled away and stood up against the oleander hands pulled up to his heart and with Kanda wrapping arms around his waist and burying his face into Allen's neck.

"Beautiful! You guys look like real lovers!"

Allen felt his face go red and Kanda stared laughing silently before whispering in his ear.

"You get excited too easily."

It would be a long shoot.

Get ready for part two next!

...As soon as I write it! :D

~S.P.