There once was a famous photographer named Fuji Syusuke. He would tour the world and take amazing pictures that were like candy to the human eyes. Whether it be poorly shot pictures or bland ones he picked up on the way, for some reason people really liked them.
At that point, Fuji started to doubt his skills. 'What if people only like my pictures because of my looks.' he thought.
The sad thought plagued Fuji day and night until he lost his reason to take pictures.
Slowly, he withdrew from the world.
Everyone was shocked, so they went and approached the pretty photographer.
"Fuji-san, why are you giving up your career? I love your pictures!"
When told this, all Fuji did was glare at them.
"Because," he would reply bitterly, "you don't really like my photos. You only like my face."
Disheartened, his fans would turn away.
What the handsome man had said was true, they had no right to futher the argument.
Eventually, everyone gave up trying to get Fuji back in the spotlight. They just left him be and they all forgot about him in time.
One day though, as Fuji was walking back home from his boring job as a business man, he encountered a mugging.
"Fffsssshhhh! Just cough up the money kid!"
"Yeah brat! Just cough it up! Cough it up..."
"Yadda!"
Filled me the urge of justice, Fuji broke up the matter.
Everyone dispersed quickly except the young man the two gangsters had in their hold.
At this point, the young man who's face wasn't visible walked into the light.
Fuji was awed by the other man's beauty. After all the years of no photography, Fuji had the urge to try again.
"Ne, aren't you that guy he called it quits a few years ago?"
Since Fuji was still in awe, he only nodded.
"I was a fan of yours, but then again, I was only a kid..." the yound man shook away his other thoughts and continued, "Why did you stop? Sure you did a few bad pictures here and there, and they compared it to your master pieces, but there's no reason for you to quit. I loved your work..."
The young bishounen's words struck the man deep.
Deep enough to make Fuji want to try again.
"Then will you be my model?" the man asked.
If he was going back in the game, he might as well have a smashing entrance. Having a picture of someone as dashing as the man in front of him would make him a hit in one hour flat.
Without a second thought on the matter, the man agreed.
A day later, Fuji called the man over to his home. He lead him to his old photography room and got to know him better over a cup of tea.
Turn out, the beautiful boy's name was Ryoma.
Once they were done, Fuji began taking pictures.
He was surprise to think that those were the best pictures that he had ever took.
Confused by Fuji's expression, Ryoma bent over asked him what was wrong.
Fuji simply replied, "It's nothing you were very beautiful."
A few days later, Fuji entered his pictures into a magazine.
Instantly, the world had recognized his work. But this time, they noticed the beauty of his work before him.
Fuji was very proud of this. So was Ryoma.
A while later, a famous publisher held a award ceremony. He sent a special invitation to Fuji.
Everyone the man invited had to do a speech.
When the artist was called up, everyone bombarded him with many questions.
He was asked why he decided to get back into photography.
Fuji simply replied, "Because a young man, more beautiful than I, truly praised my work. His name is Ryoma. I believe he my muse for this career and might consider making him my wife."
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This one is shitty. Deal with it. Aigoo! On to the next one. This one took most of my time 'cause I had to wing it.