Eye Catching

Disclaimer- I don't own Durarara nor any of its characters~ nor do I own 'FaceBook'

Warning- Yaoi (Bromance, eventual sex), swearing, and of course when these two are involved; violence.

Summary- Shizuo goes through life at an easy going pace, his job skipping doesn't affect his wallet and so he never really worries about keeping one for too long. But after quitting his latest job his old high-school friend asks him to join a modelling company. After his first shoot his meets the owner of the company, and its hate at first sight. It's the only way to describe the strange feeling in his stomach, the only way to describe his sudden urge to make physical contact with the guy. AU, Izuo (IzayaxShizuo)

Chapter Summary- Shizuo goes to work and is surprised to find Izaya Orihara 'overseeing' his photo shoots, is it normal for this to happen? From the looks people keep giving him he thinks not.

Authors Note- Hello again my dearest readers! How are we all? Haha i go back to school in around a week or so -_- really don't want do, so I'll be updating still but at my usual random gay pace, sorry! Any who~ Lets get on with the story, I hope you all like it so far!

Chapter Two- Hide You Sneak

I'm not really a morning person, everyone who knows me knows this. Yet with how my phone keeps buzzing I take it someone doesn't know, growling in annoyance I roll over and grab my phone, flicking it open I try to read the text sent from Tom, frowning and rubbing my eyes to clear my blurry vision my caramel eyes skip over the words before I make a small sound of surprise and bolt out of bed, running over to my cupboard I rush to get dressed

Shizuo, forgot to tell you, we have a shoot at eight, please be there on time – Tom

I all but throw my long jeans on and just as quickly pull on a simple white dress shirt, buttoning it up with one hand I pick up my now silent phone and look at the time `7:29am' groaning in annoyance for the second time this morning I quickly tuck it into my pocket and comb my hair. Once it looks decent enough I grab my wallet and run downstairs to catch a cab.

The stair case is empty as usual, people prefer to take the elevator, but I like the challenge and use it most days. Coming out on the bottom floor I jog outside and wave my hand in the air at a cab not too far away, the yellow vehicle seems to see me and drives over, when I jump in and quickly state the destination the driver laughs.

"Busy?" He asks in a deep voice as I buckle up and pull out my phone to text Tom. Once its sent I laugh embarrassedly and reply.

"Yea, I kinda slept in." The driver laughs with me for a little and when it dies off we're parking at the front of 'Dullahan Models' paying the driver I jump out and jog inside. Once in the receptionist directs me to the third floor again and I decide to catch the elevator, no use in turning up a sweating panting mess.

Once inside the elevator I look in the reflective doors and straighten out my ruffled outfit and hair, deeming myself okay I don't worry when the doors open. Walking down the hall and peeking into rooms I eventually spot Tom and wave happily as I walk over to my old friend.

"Good morning Tom-san." I greet happily as the brunette smiles and leads me over to the change rooms.

"Morning Shizuo-kun, forgive me but we have quite a few requests for you since yesterday, and today might take a while." I nod and shrug to say that I understand but it doesn't matter, he nods and walks off to talk to someone once I'm inside the changing rooms. Today I'm given a pair of tight, black, leather pants and a white, short sleeve dress shirt before getting shoved into the changing stall. I quickly pull off my clothes and struggle into the ones I was given, the pants hug my slender legs and the shirt seems to have a few buttons missing at the top….. and bottom, it only has one button that's only a little above my belly button. The outfit itself makes me nervous but I push it down as I walk out and get dragged over to the make-up desk.

The girl there is the same from yesterday, and noticing my stare she smiles. "I'm Erika, and over there is Walker, he's your fashion stylist for shoots and what-nots." She states happily as she sorts out the range of different products in front of her, the male gives a wave before going back to a clothes rack and sorting through it. So I turn back to Erika and watch as she picks up some foundation, instructing me to close my eyes, she dusts it over my entire face, and down my neck. I hear some shuffling and she brings a different feeling brush to my cheeks and instructs me to hollow them out, I do as told and she brushes it over my cheek bones, once done she brings a tiny thing to my eyelids and applies it there and slightly below my eyes, before adding more to the spot between my nose and eyes.

Pulling it back she hums happily and tells me I can open my eyes, I do so slowly and am shocked when I look at my face, I mean I look, well, sexy. The foundation gives my skin an almost glowing look, while the darker toner she put over my cheek bones makes them stand out and sharpen my face. The eye shadow around my eyes is a dark smoky black which brings out my brown eyes, making them look almost smouldering without any effort on my part. I smile at Erika until I notice she's got a bottle of oil in her hands, my eyes widen but before I have any chance to protest she dumps a load of it in my hair and rubs it in, making my blonde locks hang over my face as if I'd just been in the rain or something. After she seems happy she grabs a different bottle of oil and rubs it over my visible stomach, chest and arms, making me shine.

Even though I don't exactly feel like me, I can't deny I look pretty dam hot, shaking my head I turn to a smiling Erika. "So what is my first shoot for?" I ask as she pulls me up, does some last minute adjustments and leads me out to the modelling area.

"I think the first is for a new cologne, the second is for a new brand of jeans, the third for, hmmm…. Ah! The third is for a new fashion design, you have a partner for it, she's gorgeous, her name is Celty, I'm sure you two will get along~" She pats my shoulder before nodding to Tom in front of us and walking a short distance back to the changing rooms, probably to set up for the next shoot. Tom smiles at me, gives me a once over before shaking his head and chuckling, turning his head he calls out to someone but I'm distracted by looking over at the area where I'm to be modelling, the set has a dark brown carpet and a white wall with brown swirls climbing up it, and in the centre is a single gold, metal chair with a golden and black lamp next to it.

When I turn back to Tom I'm shocked to see Izaya standing where he once was, his burgundy eyes practically raping me as he looks at my outfit. Feeling a little bit more then awkward I get the strange twisting feeling in my gut again and try to ignore it, clearing my throat loudly he finally looks up at my eyes and smiles, but honestly it's the not the least bit innocent.

"Good morning Shizzy, I must say you look simply, delicious in that outfit of yours." He greets and I feel shivers rack up my spine, I tell myself it's out of disgust as I walk over to the set and ignore him, probably not the smartest thing to do to your boss, but to me it seemed a hell of a lot better than smashing his face in.

Once on set I listen to the camera man as he positions me, tells me what expression to wear, takes a few photos and starts again, I tune out as my body automatically does what he commands and my thoughts wander as I try to place the twisting feeling in my gut. I've never felt it before and the foreign sensation only occurs when he's near me. My thoughts are lost and when the shoot finishes I barely notice until I'm in the bathroom washing off the make-up. Afterwards I get dragged off to lunch with Tom where he quizzes me on what's troubling me, but I can't tell him as I myself don't really know.

When we get back I'm dressed up in a pair of jeans and nothing else, my body is oiled up again and my make-up redone. And the rest of the shoot passes with me still trying to place that strange feeling. When it's over we don't get a break as I'm taken back into the changing rooms and stripped down to my boxers as Erika gets rid of all the oil in my hair and on my body. Once she's done Walker gives me a pile of black fabric and I walk into the changing stall.

When I'm inside I don't really look at the clothes until they're on me, looking in the mirror I take in the outfit, tight black jeans with a red dress shirt that reaches down to my wrists, over the top I wear a black vest similar to the one I wore yesterday, but it only buttons up in the centre. When I walk out Walker ties a black, silk tie around my throat and I walk over to Erika, as soon as I sit down she starts doing my make-up again, I notice as she talks to me that she's only really putting on foundation and styling my hair so I have a fringe over my left eye and the rest of my hair shapes my face. Once she's done she sprays it and declares I'm ready, smiling I thank her and walk out, not so shocked to see that the set has been changed again, now it has a blood red carpet and a black wall, the chair in the centre this time is more like a throne and when I walk over Tom introduces me to Celty, a beautiful woman with light brown hair that just reaches beyond her shoulders, her light blue-green eyes seem to smile even as she does when she greets me. She's dressed in a simple, but flattering red, silk dress that tears mid-thigh on her right leg, and triangulates towards he left knee.

Her manager Shrina seems to also be her husband, he's eccentric and doting over her and when we're about to walk onto set he 'warns' me to keep my hands off his girl. I roll my eyes as I walk on and the first thing I'm told to do is embrace her, we're positioned so that my arms rest low on her waist and hers around my neck, its hard to keep a straight face as our faces are inches apart, to anyone looking on it would look as if we're about to kiss. After a few pictures are taken I'm moved onto the throne-like chair and Celty leans on its side, I bring my left knee up and place my left hand on it, then I place my chin on it and stare at the camera with a 'what of it' look. Celty leans on the left side of the throne and is staring at me in what the camera man describes a 'desire filled' look.

The shoot goes on with us changing spots and pretending to be lovers, once it's over we hug and thank everyone for their hard work, only then do I notice Izaya standing in the corner with a contemplative look on his face, and I realize that he had watched all of my shoots today, I look around to see if this is normal, and I notice the small curious glances he gets every few seconds. So in answer, no, it's not normal. Sighing I brush it off and walk back into the changing room to thank Erika and Walker before I walk into the bathroom, lock the door, and have a quick shower. Once I'm clean I get out and dress in my original jeans and shirt, I use a comb on the sink to straighten out my hair before walking out and bumping right into the man who had troubled my thoughts for over half the day. He smiles at me as he asks.

"Ne, Shizzy come to dinner with me?" I swear I would have flipped out if it weren't for how serious he was being.

"What for?" I ask cautiously, calm down Shizuo it could be something as simple as a meeting.

"To celebrate you first real shoot of course~!" He exclaims, I raise a brow doubtfully but sigh as I give in.

"Sure." His smile expands if possible and he tells me he'll pick up at nine before bouncing off, the action reminds me of a flea and I smirk at the thought, a flea is just like him, annoying to have around yet too quick to kill, not that I want to kill him no of course not. Checking my watch I notice that I only have two hours, sending a text to Tom to tell him I'm going home I walk out of the clustered area and over to the elevator. I honestly don't know why I just agreed to that but I need to go home to rest before I got out with that man. His simple presence sucks the energy out of me.

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Dun dun dahhhhh! Hahaha how am I doing? I don't know much about modelling (Or make-up, because yes I might be a girl, but I find the stuff repulsive, If you want someone to like you, it should be you. Not some stupid mask on your face), I was scouted when I was little for a few years but my mum got sick of driving me everywhere so I stopped going, but still my knowledge is a bit bad so I apologize in advance for any mistakes in the workplace for this any who leave a review to tell me whatcha think, till next time~ Bye bye~

Xx Yuki xX