Title: "The Downside of Being Good-looking"
Rated: K+
Summary: Being coped-up with his guardians' antics, Tsunayoshi Sawada forces them to pay the renovation fees by being…models.
Genre(s): Humor/Crack.
Warn: TYL timeline, female!Mammon, ooc, excessive profanities for rating, absurd, weird, not beta'd.
Disc: I don't own KHR.
A/N: Excuse me while I hide from fashion-lovers and/or people who know better about modeling and stuffs. *weeps* Also thanks for the (many!) reviews, favorites, and follows everyone! :D
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Unfortunately, their (now-currently-in-this-place-or-second-kinda) boss did not mention why they needed the luck—
(It was probably her thing, Hayato Gokudera, Mukuro Rokudo, and Kyouya Hibari once thought; belittling it.)
—until they met him.
"Ora~ if it isn't the handsome and beautiful-looking Vongolas~"
The six (because Chrome Dokuro just bowed in return) immediately wanted to puke and ran away from the horrifying place that time.
(But alas, they had to beat up the guards to escape—and no one wanted to see an angry Tsunayoshi Sawada via Haru Miura so soon after seeing a sadistic Tsunayoshi earlier.)
But why—of all people—it's him?!
As Haru had stated earlier, the assignment was simple enough—do some photo-shooting sessions for the Summer fashion-line of the brunette woman's clothes as their debut in the modeling world then practice some poses and all that—except for the fact that Lussuria (of all people!) was the one in charge of the make-up and photo-shoot department.
It was a nightmare.
(They could hear one certain brunet cackling evilly back in a certain mansion for having to know how horrified their expressions were.)
But someone had to do it—
"Oi Lussuria, what are you extremely doing in here?!"
—and by someone had to do it, as in Ryohei Sasagawa asking why on Earth the Varia's Sun were there when he was practically busy with doing the house chores at the said assassination group's mansion.
The flamboyant man noticed him and waved.
"Long time no see Ryohei-kun~"
They twitched; only Haru, Kyoko Sasagawa and Chrome who didn't bother the greeting—already used to his overly-weirdness-in-saying-hello-to-someone.
(The first two, because they were fashion and shopping-buddies.
The latter, because she (and occasionally one of the Vongola's frequently-hired lawyers, Hana Kurokawa) was the one who usually got dragged into the three fashion-lovers shopping-spree—much to her pleasure, but eventually didn't mind at all.)
"Lussuria-san, they're here for that job—I think Tsuna-san had already informed you about it!" Haru chirped, handing out a blue folder to the older man, "please don't hesitate to tell Haru if they do something bad—Tsuna-san had already gave Haru his permissions to punish them in any way."
(That would have sounded pretty normal for the mafiosi in the room—already used with the implied threats—but from how the brunette woman said it with a holy-shit-mackerel-that's-one-ten-ton-sugar-coated-and-filled-with-rainbows-and-unicorns smile, it was kind of…creepy.)
Then tilled her head. "Well, except Chrome-chan—it's not like she's really involved in the let's-destroy-Haru's-hard-work-on-making-handmade-clothes-for-everyone-in-the-Vongola Pie-fiasco, right?" giving them another creepily-tooth-aching smile again while they flinched (and glared at her).
Actually, she's the one who started it; was what they wanted to say, but it was better not to say it—Haru would probably give them more punishment for accusing the only female guardian. So instead—
"What kind of one-sided punishment was that, idiot-woman!?"
"Hahi! Haru is not an idiot, Ahoyato-kun!"
"What did you just call me, idiot-woman!?"
"Mou! Haru is not an idiot, Ahoyato-kun!"
"Like I care, idiot-woman!"
—another stormy argument was started by the Storm Guardian. Again.
The rest had inwardly ignored the bickering duo the moment they started throwing childish insults at each other while Kyoko sighed and turned her head toward the flamboyant man.
"I think you can start on doing the make-up, Lussuria-san; and here are the lists of the clothes they're going to use for the photo-shoot." the orangette smiled whilst giving him another blue folder as he scanned through the pictures in it and nodded.
"You can count on me, Kyoko-chan—I'll make them be the best amateur models for the photo-shoot in no time!" as she nodded and bowed, "I'll see you all later—come on Haru-chan, we still have a lot to do before the Summer Collection fashion show." also dragging Haru in her tow, as the former was still having a heated argument with the silver-haired man and pouted before giving the Guardians a (creepy) grin.
"Okay-okay, see you all later guys! And don't forget to behave or else Haru'll tell Tsuna-san about it~" as she taunted, the seven people flinched and mentally nodded (well, except for Mukuro and Kyouya—they were too proud to even do that) at her.
"Good luck everyone!"
"Ciao desu~"
As the women were out of view, Lussuria cleared his throat; gaining the Guardians' attention while clapping both of his hand.
"Alright, let's go to the make-up department!"
They (except Chrome) internally cringed again.
Please let it not contain the heavy make-up thing!
Fortunately, it didn't.
Well, for the only female Guardian at least. (For she had come used to the whole putting-make-ups thing for years since she's now…a woman.)
As for the men—the experience was kind of…unnerving. And traumatizing—also downright absurd and weird.
(Too bad they had to do it for the rest of their (ten) years as models.)
And it all started because of Mukuro's very little comment about the combination of either slight powder or light powder for the natural make-up for Kyouya.
Screw you Mukuro!
The Guardians' mentally noted to maim the man when they got back at the Vongola Mansion—and creating more paperwork for their lovely boss while they're at it.
The more paperwork we created—the better.
They thought, sickeningly-sweet smirks adoring on their faces—like Hell they'd suffer from this torture alone for the next ten years!—though, completely forgetting the fact that they were the ones who started the whole "punishment" ordeal in the first place.
But of course, that was another tale for another time.
"I think a slight powder for him would be good enough—just saying." Mukuro commented from the edge of the table; fingers playing with the (plastic) trident in his hands because of pure boredom for waiting his turn.
Lussuria hummed in approval, yet sounded a bit hesitant as well, as he looked from head to toe of the (internally-fuming-maiming-and-inching-to-bit-everyone-in-the-room-to-death) Vongola's Cloud Guardian.
"Though, I think Hibari-kun should have more layers on the foundation, Mukuro-kun." whilst the other gave him an "are-you-kidding-me" look.
"Do you even notice his face is already pale from the start—and you want to make him look like a ghost, and more importantly scar the photographer for having to see him so he may think that the place he worked in is haunted?" the rest in the room raised their eyebrows at him, giving him thoughtful looks.
"…what?"
"Whoa, never knew you care and can think that far, Mukuro…" said men twitched (and somehow felt a bit offended…?).
"Why, thank you for that kind statement, Takeshi."
"…eh? You're welcome Mukuro!" I guess…?
Mukuro "kufufu"ed before stopping to make a flat expression on his face. "Moreover," turning his head to look at the Varia's Sun, "I still think less is better."
Lussuria crossed his arms, "but the theme is about vampires—and Hibari-kun's pale complexion is already perfect to do it—but I think we still need to make his skin paler for it."
"Are you out of your mind? And besides, what kind of theme is "vampires" anyways? I thought we're doing that Summer-themed-thing—and as far as I know, vampire isn't a Summer-thing—it's the Fall-thing; Halloween and etcetera."
"Hey, don't ask me—I'm just doing my job—Haru-chan's the one who makes the orders, not me."
"Sure."
"I'm just telling the truth, Mukuro-kun. I have no idea."
"Sure, let's just go with that—though if it's not, I'm blaming you."
"…"
A snort. "But I have to say, although I'm hoping to laugh my ass-off when people see the failed-vampire he'll be—" cue a glare from said "failed-vampire", "—I don't want to anger Tsunayoshi-kun again because of the Skylark's exploding temper later—don't say I didn't warn you."
"I…believe Tsu-kun doesn't mind a few more paperwork—it's for the sake of your debut as models after all!"
"…you know he's going to kill you right?"
"And so I noticed."
"…why are you here again?"
"I don't want to talk about it…"
"…"
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"…"
Mammon (or sometimes called by Viper whenever it was only with the illusionist's closest people) twitched, annoyed by the two men's argument on the Cloud Guardian's make-up foundation (of all the things! It's already five minutes and they hadn't finished with the first one, for Varia's sake!) that led to the very absurd conversation (what's up with these people! She's not paid well to suffer this shit, dammit!); and snapped.
"If you two are done—how about no foundation at all? No complaining, yes? Now shut up and let me do my God-dammed-job! That brat isn't going to pay me if I don't do this fucking job properly—and I'm going to make everyone suffer if I don't get any money at all because of you lot!"
They clammed up as Mammon began to put some make-up on the (still internally-fuming) Cloud Guardian with professional ease (one of the perks of being a Mist attribute) in two minutes (because no one wanted to anger the already-pissed-off strongest Vongola Guardian, thank you very much) and stepped away when she had finished doing it.
"…Mammon-san, you're in your "thing", aren't you?" the Varia's Mist gave Chrome a "you-think?" look.
"If I say yes will you shut up and don't bother me until I'm done with my fucking job?" they mentally gaped.
She even didn't ask for payment for the information!
They immediately nodded and silently did what she told them.
At least we now know she's desperate enough now…
And that's just the beginning of their endless torture in the modelling business.
But of course, they still didn't know about it until they were in that phase of being a model.
END
A/N: How long since I last update my stories? A week? A month? Or more than a month? Anyways, long story short, was having last term exams, having remedial exams, and writers' block (at least the first two already done for the time being…). This should've been longer, but my brain's already dead… Reviews on making this better and helping me get out from WB are appreciated, thank you very much!
Have a nice day.
Sign, G L. [Jakarta, 19.06.2014]
Rica S. K: …somehow I find it a bit depressing (for me)—but anyway, thanks for the review. :)
Yuki: Glad you liked it, and thanks for the reviews. :)
Neko and Niky: Because every epic wars always started by a piece of pie (nah, not really). I'm thinking to make a one-shot about it—wish me good luck. :D And yes, Tsuna thanks you for that comment—also thanks for the review. :D
MidnightMirror: Glad you like and think this is funny—I never thought it was, unfortunately… and thanks for the review. :)
krazydomino: Thanks for the compliment and review! And yes they will—they also got the same "punishment" like the Guardians from Tsuna. Here are two Varias for you, dear~ :D
Okita . Kagura: Oh dear, unfortunately I can't—maybe just hints…?—since Hibari's already paired with Chrome (in here, for humor purposes, at least). How about a 1886 one-shot later? I already have the prompt for the fic—sorry I can't put your favorite pairing in here. :( But anyways, thanks for the review. :)
Edited and added a bit. [Jakarta, 23.06.2014] [Jakarta, 28.08.2014]