Hey everybody! Thanks for the reviews! I tried to use your suggestions but I couldn't think of anything then I thought what if Squalo was a male model? (Cue perverted fangirl face now!) Okay I'll try and use your requests next time. Hope it's not ooc but anyway enjoy! Also I don't own KHR

Again, the time had come to select a Varia member and a job. Bel's name had been removed until everyone else had had a turn. The job was… male model. Everyone froze. They all prayed that it wasn't them. Fran's funny dance returned. Lussuria's reaction was a little… well different. "Please god let it be me!" he yelled.

He got strange looks from everyone. The name was pulled out. It was… Squalo. "VOIIIIIIIIII I'm NOT doing it. No way. Nu-uh." He turned to see Xanxus's X-guns pointed in his direction.

"Oh you'll do it trash. Unless you want to die." His voice was low and menacing. Everyone knew he was serious. Bel started laughing hysterically. He was joined by Fran who had attempted to keep a poker face but it was too hard to resist. Squalo? A male model? This was going to be hilarious.

Day 2 Squalo

Job: male model

9:15 am

Squalo was pissed off. Really, really pissed off. He got in the car and drove to the modeling agency. When he stepped inside, he was assaulted by warm, perfumed air. He coughed. It was painful to breathe. He told the receptionist who he was and why he was here and she led him through a bright pink door into a room full of stylists.

"What the fuck!" he yelled and everyone looked shocked. Already a hairdresser had come up to him and evaluated his hair.

"You have split ends! Your hair is so greasy! Do you ever wash it?" every one of the stylists looked horrified at the mention of split ends. He was led into another room and his hair was washed, and then brushed. The whole process took over an hour. He was well and truly bored by now. If he failed Xanxus would kill him. He had to succeed. They started to trim the split ends off his hair.

"VOIIIIIIIII stop it!" he screamed. "I can't cut my hair! I made a vow!" the styling team ignored him and continued. He got out his sword and threatened to kill all of them. They stopped.

Next came waxing. His arms, legs and even his face were covered in the thick, sticky wax. He didn't know what to expect next. They stuck fabric strips over the wax. Then ripped them off. "FUCK!" he screamed. He didn't care that he was an assassin. That hurt.

After waxing came makeup. They put a heap of random powders and creams that he couldn't name all over his face. Just keep calm. Just keep calm. That was his new mantra. If he snapped and killed all these people he would die.

After about four hours of prep, he was finally ready to go out for a photo shoot. Then he could go home. He put on the first outfit they had laid out for him. It was a casual pair of jeans and a grey stripy tee shirt. He wondered what he needed to do. He walked out and saw a female model. She was actually pretty good looking. They were modeling for a porridge packet and were supposed to look glowing and healthy. Maybe all the wine Squalo had had thrown at him over the years was good for his skin. He hugged the girl like he was supposed to; making sure the hand with the sword was behind his back. They smiled and looked into each other's eyes. She really was pretty.

After the shoot he went up to talk to her. Her name was Alice. She got out a notepad and wrote down her number and gave it to him. Now everything was even more confusing. He hated modeling.

The next shoot was a swimwear line. Squalo gulped loudly. He didn't like swimwear. His outfit was kind of well… skimpy. It was a navy blue pair of bathers. The racing kind. And to make the outfit complete, he had to wear a swimming cap. He wasn't sure how that was going to work. With a lot of help from his prep team, he managed to get on the swimming cap. They even had a fake pool set. They hosed him down and started taking photos. He was really self-conscious. Then in came the girls. So many girls. And all of them were in bikinis. He blushed but managed to calm himself down. He was Squalo, the feared second in command of the Varia, the world's finest independent assassination squad. He didn't blush. EVER. They took lots of photos, most involving him and the models dripping wet. He would DIE if the rest of the Varia saw this. Bel would be jealous. He didn't know about the rest.

He was finally done for the day. He didn't think his nose worked anymore after all the perfumes and stuff the other models wore. He received his pay and went home, tired after a really long day. When he got back, he was laughed at by Bel. That was until he showed him the pictures of him and the girl Alice. Then he showed him the number she gave him. He wasn't being laughed at anymore. Until Bel noticed he had had waxing done. Then he was ridiculed some more. He was going to kill Bel in his sleep sometime very soon.

End of day 2

Amount of money earned: $800 (hahahahaha he earned more than Bel. Now to gloat about it…)

Total amount of money: $1,150

Sorry if it was kinda strange… I couldn't think of much but anyway hope you like it!