A/N: I'm back with more. Atsuko and Hotaka go out on a date, but not without some awkward interference.

This is gonna be pretty short. Don't have the heart to make it long, and whether I continue this will depend on my mood. It may be the next day I pop out another chappy, or it could be months from now.

Written in narrator's (that's me :D ) POV. Read at your own leisure. THIS IS YAOI, so if you don't like this kind of stuff, then don't read. Thank you.

Made For Two - Atsuko and Hotaka
By: LadyYuina

Hoshizune Hotaka: age twenty-two, five-foot-nine, one-hundred-and-twenty-six-pounds, occupation: cameraman assistant, birthplace: Tokyo. This young man is the assistant of cameraman, Moroi Bunta, a well known cameraman throughout the region of Tokyo. He's landed himself a relationship with small time actress, Noto Atsuko, whom is currently seeing him in secret, for their not only is their age gap quite large, their affair in itself, seemed like a scandalous matter as well. Miss Noto was once known as a "actress-who-slept-around", and after having met Hoshizune, she ceased her promiscuous ways, much to many people's musings of who's she's seeing now.

Takasugi Tamaki: age twenty-six, six-foot-two, one-hundred-and-forty-pounds, occupation: model, birthplace: Kobe. Takasugi is a model (a gay one at that), and he is working for the company Suzurumi Model Agency situated in the heart of Tokyo--one that specializes in gay modeling, as well as regular modeling on the side. He's landed his eyes on Hoshizune one night when he went out drinking at a bar alone--he even went so far as to drug the man and rape him in some random motel--and also ended up looking through Hoshizune's wallet to find out who he was.

What awaits both of the men, only time will tell.

"Atsuko, can you please look this way more?" She obliged, flashing a smile at the same time. "I know this is only practice, but please bear with me, because it'd be best if we know what we must do."

"I understand, Motoi, so I have nothing to complain about."

Motoi chuckled. "You're a lot easier to work with than those big time actors and actresses. I can only hope that you won't end up like them, if you were to become a successful big star."

"I won't! I'll make sure of it!"

This time both Atsuko and Motoi shared a laugh. Hoshizune watched from the sidelines, admiring at the way his girlfriend giggled, at the way her hands would come to her lips as she did so. That was undeniably cute to him, let alone attractive. She looked his way for a moment and gave him a slight wave. He nodded and casually tucked his hands in his pockets. The both of them didn't want to be found out, so he easily accepted the small gestures she usually made to him.

"Ah, Hoshizune, bring the other camera over here, please."

"Yes, Sir. The 84B, or the 86B?" he asked, holding one in each hand.

"The 84B will be fine; we don't want the film coming out too bright, since we're not in a dark work area at the moment." Motoi turned his attention back to Atsuko then, directing her once more.

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"My, that was tiring." Atsuko stretched out her arms and arched her back, giving her boyfriend a good view of her chest. He made no indication to hide the fact that he was staring. She laughed at his perversion. "Don't look at me like that, Hotaka, because you look like you just might eat me up."

"Wouldn't mind if I do," he teased, smiling.

"You're a really good guy, did you know that?"

Hotaka surmised himself as such, but hearing someone else say it sounded even better. "Thanks, I guess." (A/N: Hahaha, so CONCEITED! I freaking smirk every time I read this line!)

"It's because of you that I no longer sleep around. You're the one person I can turn to when I know the going's gonna get tough. And not just that, we have good chemistry, as well as you being an amazing lover in bed."

"Are you only saying all my good points? What about my bad ones?"

"Well, the fact that you snore is a bit annoying," Hoshizune quickly denied such a thing, "but other than that, there really isn't anything wrong or anything that I would dislike."

"Haha, is that so?"

"Hotaka, let's go out on a date. It's been a while since we've last gone out."

"Aren't you worried someone might see us together?"

"Not really. I have a good disguise, so this won't be a problem."

"All right then, if you insist."

Little did Hotaka know Atsuko was having doubts about their relationship getting anywhere. In fact, she was almost on the verge of breaking it off entirely, but at the time of her chance she found she couldn't bring herself to say it. The happy look on Hotaka's face, however endearing, made her hesitate. In all matters, she thought he deserved to be with someone younger, someone much more fitting for him--someone he wouldn't have to see secretly.

. . . The risk of her losing her acting career was always on her mind, and this problem weighed in heavily on her, too.

And thus, while they were on their drive to some fancy restaurant, Hotaka ended up getting ringed. With mild irritation, he took his cell phone out of his pocket, flipped open the lid (noting the caller ID was marked as unknown) and answered it. Atsuko watched his face in earnest.

"Hello?"

"Hotaka, it's me."

The voice sounded a tad bit familiar, but Hotaka wanted to make sure. The first name usage was a dead giveaway though. "Excuse me?"

"Takasugi Tamaki, man. You couldn't have forgotten me so easily."

Hotaka went slightly rigid, but Atsuko didn't seem to notice. "Ah, about the sale; I'll look into that matter another time."

"Booo, don't try to cut me off here. I'll have you know I'm tailing you." Hotaka's eyes grew wide momentarily. Atsuko saw the subtle surprise instantly. "Don't ask me how I know what car you're driving--just take my word for it, and believe that stuff spreads fast when you're a model. No, make that a gay model."

"It can't wait? Ah, well, then what do you propose your price to be?" Hotaka asked. He looked to his girlfriend (seeing her staring at him intently) and mouthed a "Please pardon me".

"Price. I like the sound of that word. My price and demand is that we have a repeat of last night, minus the rape and you being reciprocal.""What kind of price is that! Dipshit!"

"Hotaka?" Atsuko put a hand to the steering wheel, somewhat fearing her lover was going to veer off the street.

Hotaka shut his cell phone lid closed and shoved it back into his pocket, ignoring the now incoming calls. "Sorry you had to hear me talking in such a fashion in front of you. Sometimes business proposals don't go well, and I tend to flare up here and there."

"That's understandable. My manager does the same thing all the time, remember?"

"Hm, I suppose so."

. . . Finally. The car reached its destination and the couple stepped out of the car, opting to head into the restaurant quickly. Yet, someone else was also there to get in the way.

"Yo, Hotaka, are you just going to ignore me? I kept calling you and you wouldn't pick up."

"Yes, the price you asked for was quite outrageous. I've lost all desire to purchase anything at the moment," Hotaka replied, trying to keep it cool. He only hoped Tamaki wasn't going to say something stupid, or give away anything that happened between them last night. His girlfriend, especially her, didn't need to witness this trifling drama. "So, I must ask you to leave me alone. If, and whenever I feel the need to buy something from you, I will contact you then. Good day, Sir."

"Hold it! Hotaka, I can't just let you walk away from me!"

"Is there something you need from him?" Atsuko felt the need to intervene, for Hotaka was steaming up. So much for trying to keep cool. "Perhaps I can settle the tab."

"Pipe down, bitch!" was the snappish retort. "This is strictly between him and me!"

"Don't talk to her that way!" Hotaka was quick to defend her (as usual). He didn't know the guy, but seeing him get angry over this was quite surprising. "Look, I'll settle this issue with you later. For now . . . Please . . . Leave us alone."

"I'll see you later then," was the reply, being just as snappy as the other one was. He then walked away (probably heading back towards his car).

Atsuko shook her head, tsking. "Guys like him don't go out too often, do they? Or is he some sort of queer having some unsettled business with you?"

"A queer." Hotaka slightly tilted his head to one side. "I suppose you can say he's not normal . . ."

"Eh? Really?"

"Ah, I mean . . . he's gay, but calling him a queer--well, I've heard others say those type of people take that word as an offensive term."

"I see; I'm sorry. Hotaka . . . does he want to see you for a reason?" It was obvious she wasn't trying to hint at any kind of business deal. Hotaka should suspect as much.

"Not particularly. If you're going to get jealous over this, let me tell you I have nothing to do with him. He spotted me at a bar last night and pretty much thought he could have his way with me."

"One of the worst type of men you can meet on the face of this earth, then," Atsuko concluded.

Hotaka laughed. Atsuko laughed. The date commenced once more; they dined on crab and fish eggs.

Hotaka and Atsuko: END