Chapter 2: Sugar Daddy

Disclaimer: I don't own Harvest Moon.

Author's Note: Roomi is making comments so beware.

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Roomi glowered at all the impossibly tall models giggling amongst themselves, wearing the clothes her sister or partner designers designed. Oh, how she loathed models and their being over 5'5…

Her eyes narrowed as Jyun finally wandered in, his camera equipment already set up. He smiled vaguely but Roomi didn't have to be a genius to know he was hungover. It was 2 p.m. and he was just getting there.

"Hello ladies. My name is Yagami Jyun and I try to make this as simple as possible as some of the models who have done work with me know" he spoke.

He went on, setting his case down, rubbing his forehead as if to ward off a throbbing headache, "I want each of you to know that I expect full cooperation and no drama. I'm not going to coddle you and if you've gotten this far, I expect you know how to model."

Jyun finally smiled sincerely, "That said, I also want you guys to give your feedback on the shot. If you think a slight alteration to a pose may look good, definitely tell me. I'd love to hear opinions on things like that. Now, let's get started."

Roomi watched, curious, as the man didn't do as his predecessors and pick the women that he favored but instead went in alphabetical order. He was so weird…

He spent around five minutes per model describing his idea for the shot, instructing them how to pose and what expression they should strike. All the women did a pretty amazing job too, another oddity as all the previous models just did what they liked and that was often a bad thing. Roomi sank further into the couch and yawned, watching as hours went by. One thing remained the same, it took freakin' forever.

"Mm, let's take a break…" Jyun said, standing and stretching.

The women scurried away for bathroom breaks or having a light lunch, almost dinner. Roomi tilted her head towards Jyun as he slammed down on the couch next to her, groaning and massaging his temple.

"Do you usually drink before work, Yagami-san?" she questioned sweetly.

"Ugh, my brother came home last night and we took shots until three this morning…" he mumbled, droning.

Roomi cocked a brow, "You have siblings? You seem like that crazy only child type."

"Yea, that's me, apple of my mother's eye, her one and only baby boy…" he sighed, closing his eyes.

Roomi smirked, "Untrue assessment?"

"A lie straight out of hell" he agreed.

She giggled some, "And your mother…biker hippy type? Goes around protesting nuclear everything?"

Jyun laughed, covering his eyes to block out the pervasive light, "My mother wears aprons over everything and still bakes me cookies."

Roomi's brows rose, "Really…?"

"Yep" he yawned, "She's cool though."

Roomi closed an eye, watching him, "Hmm, let's try to analyze you more…"

He smirked in her direction, "Why? You're already batting zero."

She stuck out her tongue before rubbing her chin, "You probably were raised in some huge city, lived in a brownstone house, and had a cat."

He grinned, "I was raised in a middle of nowhere town on a farm. And a cat? I'm a dog person. I had a beagle named Ramen."

Roomi was in a bit of disbelief, "A farm?"

"Yea, what's wrong with a farm?" he sighed, "It wasn't bad."

"You don't have a country accent or wear overalls and a hat" she pouted.

He laughed again, "Yea, and I don't nibble a piece of straw or say 'I reckin so'. It's all weird stereotypes."

"Still, I'm disappointed" she pouted more.

Jyun snickered as the models returned. He stood, reaching into his pocket and retrieving some money, "Get me the hottest cup of really black coffee you can find."

She stared at his hand before taking the money, glowering at him, "You're not going to make out with a model once I leave, are you?"

He snorted, walking back to his camera, "Make out indeed. I want to go home and sleep for the rest of my life."

Roomi smirked and wandered off, taking her time. When she returned, he was alone and asleep on the couch. Biting her lip, she crossed over and shook his shoulder. He groaned, opening his eyes faintly and scowling.

"You're lucky I didn't need that to live" he grumbled,

"Sorry, I just expected that to take another three hours" she blinked honestly.

He yawned, standing and shifting his shoulders, "If I don't do as other photographers do and talk in smoke screens and riddles, it cuts off at least an hour…"

Roomi handed him the cup as he picked up his case, replacing his camera, "I'm not going to come in tomorrow, by the way."

She glared, "And why not?"

"Because the version of Photoshop Koto has on my comp is like putting a kid in a candy store. I'd try to do too much and it'd look like s—t."

Roomi wasn't sure she understood that but she could admit that the art and touch up portion of the process was definitely out of her league. She glanced at the clock…7 p.m. They'd been there just five hours. Exiting the building, Roomi sighed, "Well, I guess I'll see you in a few days, Yagami-san."

He cocked his brow as she started to walk up the street, "You walk home?"

"It's only four or five blocks up" she shrugged.

The male scoffed and followed her, "I'll walk you home then."

Roomi scowled, turning to face him, "I'm a big girl, Yagami-san. And I don't really want you to know where I live."

"You can rock six inch heels all you want, but you're still too short for me to tap" he said rather bluntly.

She gawked before smiling darkly, "You're bad for a girl's ego, Yagami-san. There has to be something that'd make you…tap me, hmm?"

"Well, I have to admit, your... girls are definitely very…noticeable."

Roomi was 4'11" with some 'noticeable' assets. She always hated them, really, and her grandmother actually used to yell at her having gigantic boobs. Ugh, her grandmother sucked. Crossing her arms, walking forward, she asked, "That all?"

"Well, when you turn that way, I notice you have a nice ass too" he continued.

"Nice ass, nice tits. You'd think that'd be enough" she smirked.

"Yea, it just doesn't help that the nice ass and nice tits are on someone shorter than my fifteen-year-old cousin…"

She kicked at him and he laughed, "I'm kidding, jeez! I'd definitely, if it were professionally acceptable, f—k you in all your shortness."

Roomi was definitely surprised by this, "Professionally acceptable?"

"Okay, I will say that I'm pretty sure it's every man's fantasy to bang their secretary but I try to keep all of that out of my work life, y'know?" he shrugged, "Just a distraction from what I'm trying to do."

Blinking, surprised to find herself outside her door, before she could comment, she pursed her lips and gave him a look, "You've only been here three days so all that could turn around."

He just blinked languidly at her and she added on slowly, "But…I'm glad, if you are like that. Kotomi's dream has been through the ringer because of guys that don't care."

"I don't get much joy out of ripping someone's dreams to threads, no" he agreed, "So I will definitely be a good boy."

He looked up at her tiny little yellow townhouse and smiled, "You live alone?"

"Mm hmm…" she replied, cocking a brow.

"Well, if you ever get lonely, give me a call. I'm a cuddler" he winked.

Roomi laughed at that since men like Yagami Jyun definitely weren't 'cuddlers'. "I'll keep that in mind. Good night, Yagami-san."

"Jyun's fine" he waved a hand, "Good night."

She watched him walk away and crossed her arms before smiling faintly. Weird.

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"He's been gone for three days!" All her good feelings were gone too.

Kotomi simply laughed though and waved a hand, looking through papers, "You don't know Jyun, Roo, he's like that. He'll show up in an hour and pretend everything's okay. But he'll have all the work done and that's all I ask."

Roomi sulked at her sister's overconfidence and shuffled out of the room into the office she was supposed to occupy with this idiot…

She jumped, startled, when the door opened…and lo and behold, there he was. He was wearing dark tinted shades and his hair was pulled back. She stared at him, rather speechless, as he grunted a greeting and slammed down at his desk.

"…You know, you said a day, not three" she recovered, scolding and walking towards his desk.

He waved his hand as if it were incidental, handing a manila folder to her, "Those are the prints, the CD, and a flash drive. Did I get any calls?"

Roomi stared at the folder, confused. He'd finished already…? "Uh, yea. Here's a list."

He groaned, rubbing his temples, "Thanks. Can you do something for me?"

She crossed her arms, "What?"

Jyun opened his suitcase and thumbed through some papers in an envelope before handing it to her, "I need you to go to Roshinko Day and give this to Hoshiko."

Roomi giggled, "You going to give me some money so I can get something pretty?"

Jyun smirked, "Am I your sugar daddy?"

Roshinko Day was a jewelry slash clothes slash shoes. Basically, it was like a Juicy Couture or Vuitton or Burberry except even more expensive.

"Say you were sent by Yagami Jyun, they should let you into the fashion design department area or whatever" he sighed, "But please see that that gets directly into Hoshiko's hands, alright?"

"Hoshiko…" she cocked a brow.

"Yep."

"Booty call?"

"Something like that" he said dryly.

She pouted, "Okay…"

He stared at her with raised brows, "Do you really want me to give you money to buy stuff at Roshinko?"

"Of course not!" she scoffed, "I'm just upset that you're sending me when I don't have money."

Jyun chuckled huskily, "Would you buy something to stimulate my imagination?"

"Would stilettos stimulate your imagination?"

He seemed to ponder and she snickered, twirling his chair, "I'm kidding. I'll hold off my Roshinko shopping spree."

"If you let me smack your ass I'll give you a hundred pieces" he cocked a brow, seeming serious.

She laughed and shoved him again, "I'll be back in an hour, Jyun."

Roomi wasn't sure what to make of all this, really. She wasn't his tool for extracurricular activities. Alas, she wasn't going to deny a 'business trip' to Roshinko. Just who was this 'Hoshiko' though? Peeking into the folder as she made her way into the building, she was confused. It was some designs for dresses. What?

Reaching the information desk, the receptionist looked up at her, droll, and rolled her eyes, apparently text messaging, "Can I help you?"

Roomi smiled tightly, "I'm Seiwa Roomi. I'm here to see a 'Hoshiko'."

She looked up before gazing back down, "Who sent you…?"

"Yagami Jyun."

It was the most 360 personality change Roomi had ever seen in her life as the woman looked up, bright, "Oh! Okay!"

She hid her smirk. He wondered how many women in this office he'd boned. The receptionist called this 'Hoshiko' before rolling her eyes and slamming the phone down, "Such a bitch."

Roomi cocked a brow as the woman's gaze brightened quickly, "Um, I can take the papers to her."

"Jyun insisted I take them directly to her" Roomi sighed, "He seemed rather serious about that."

"Oh, of course!" she gushed, "She's in room 66."

Roomi nodded her thanks and headed down the hallway. Pausing, startled, when she saw the name plate on the door, she echoed, "Yagami…?"

Knocking on the door, she heard a sharp voice, "What?"

"This is Seiwa Roomi. Jyun insisted I give these papers directly to you" she replied.

The woman grunted, "Fine! Come in."

Man, she was a bitch…Entering, Roomi opened her mouth to echo some similar sentiments aloud before clamping her jaw shut, surprised. 'Hoshiko' was sitting at a desk, surrounded with papers and pencils, looking utterly frustrated. But that wasn't what surprised Roomi.

"Damn you're butch" she said bluntly.

The woman's head snapped up and she looked irate, "Excuse me?"

Oops. "Sorry. Um, Yagami Jyun sent me and didn't seem to want me to just give this to anyone" Roomi added slowly, "Here…"

'Hoshiko' snatched the envelope away and grumbled what might have been 'thanks'. Roomi's eyes narrowed and she wandered out. Sheesh, she was!

Making her way back to the magazine, she marched right into their office and slammed her hands down on Jyun's desk, "Who was that?"

"Who?" he echoed, flipping through memos.

"That c-word you sent me to!"

Jyun sent her a look, "That c-word is my baby sister."

Roomi blinked slowly before shaking her head, "What?"

"Hoshiko is my little sister."

"No offense, honey, but your little sister looked like she should have a penis" she snarled, stomping over to her desk and slamming down into her chair.

Roomi knew her style of speaking was outspoken and she wasn't going to skip around the bush often. And she knew full well Jyun might get offended. Alas, he snorted.

"How short's her hair now? Last I saw her she practically had a buzz cut."

"It was short. Like…really, really short" she shook her head.

He scratched his head and sighed, "I apologize for her behavior, she's…very, very stressed."

"I always found lesbian sex kind of frustrating."

Jyun sent her a sulky look before his brows slowly furrowed, "And…you'd know?"

Roomi sighed, not commenting, and Jyun looked curious but must have decided better of pressing it, "But anyway, thanks for taking it to her."

"Hmm…" she mused, crossing her arms and leveling him a look, "I don't do personal errands, Jyun, but I let it go this time."

He smiled, very debonair, "Maybe I'll be able to do a personal favor for you, hmm?"

"What happened to 'professional'?" she retorted.

"You're right. Unfortunately, I'm a flirtatious manwhore so it just comes out naturally."

She laughed and shook her head, "I'll remember that."

The male glanced at his watch after a while and then at the clock hanging on the wall before staring out the window then his gaze met hers, confused.

"Why are we still here? I finished the photos for next month and I've finished all the memo crap. Let's go."

Roomi giggled, "I'm all for it!"

"Want to go for a drink?" he questioned, standing and picking up his coat.

Roomi followed him out as he shut off the light, "Sure. You paying?"

"Of course. I'm your sugar daddy after all."