A/N: Fandom Angst: Apologies for missing chapter 2. This strange chapter was the child of good wine and bad pop songs!
The Character's Death: They aren't that sorry… Just remember that this is the beautiful brain child of my co-writer above, so it will look different, but by no means lesser in quality. Their writing format and style is presented to you in its original form, so be kind and keep that in mind when reviewing!
It was a long day. A very long day.
When he had eaten two of the delicious jelly doughnuts Yuki sat back, relishing the sublime sweetness in his mouth while he tried to ignore the awkward atmosphere.
After what seemed like an age Akito stirred. With a last desperate maneuver of the straw he slurped the remaining dredges of the frappuccino with an undignified gurgle. He sighed, then abruptly turned his piercing stare on Yuki.
Yuki stilled under the hypnotizing gaze; his hand had been drifting to the box of doughnuts for a third.
"Fetch the notes for today's shoot. From the art department." The command came in a disinterested monotone, leaving no room for refusal. Brought up short a little by the man's rudeness Yuki rose and left the glass-walled room which doubled as Akito's office and dressing room.
He cursed Shigure under his breath as he completed his second task as assistant to the rudest, most beautiful angel... This wasn't what he'd had in mind when he began working here.
When he returned he stopped outside the door.
Akito was running a single slender finger around the rim of the plastic frappuccino cup, collecting the remaining cream. He raised his finger slowly to his mouth. His tongue darted out and caressed the finger before it passed those perfect lips. His closed his eyes and tilted his head back, expression blissful.
Yuki stood transfixed by the sight. It was simultaneously disgusting and arousing. What had he gotten himself involved in?
He waited a moment until Akito had lowered his head, not wanting him to know he'd been staring, then he entered. Akito glowered at him and reached out sourly, wordlessly, for the notes.
His eyes darted back and forth as he skimmed them. He sighed dramatically and rose. He dropped the notes and the frappuccino cup on the floor dismissively.
"See that you collect my clothes from the wardrobe department. I'll be in makeup." He strode away gracefully, leaving Yuki staring at the scattered sheets on the floor. "Oh," Akito paused and spared a disdainful glance back, "and see that you get the leather jacket, not that hideous sequined thing. I swear that woman's trying to make me look like a fool." With that he left. Yuki stared after him for some time. He had never met a man like Akito before.
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That afternoon only convinced him further of this.
He had carefully collected Akito's clothes, apologizing to the stylist as he asked for the leather jacket. He left them in Aktio's dressing room and took a seat outside, not sure what to do with himself.
Shigure pranced along the corridor. He stopped with a quirk of his head when he saw Yuki sitting miserably outside Akito's dressing room. He smirked. Yuki finally noticed him and scowled at his cousin. This only made Shigure bark a laugh.
"Is he getting ready?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. Yuki nodded. He was feeling disgruntled with Shigure for the situation he was in.
"Good, good," came the reply, "I take it... he had his frappuccino at lunch?" Yuki nodded again. "Excellent!" Shigure beamed. "He should be bearable this afternoon then. Aya and I are looking forward to it!"
"What's with that anyway?" Yuki asked, forgetting he was ignoring Shigure, due to his curiosity over this strange situation "Frappuccino Friday?"
"Ahh," Shigure smiled fondly, nodding, "Yes, because he's so-"
"Awesome, yeah," Yuki cut across him, "But what's with him not eating? He hasn't in days..."
"Oh no, Akito can't eat," Shigure said seriously, "You've got to watch him. Especially when he's not eaten in a few days..."
Yuki stared in horror. This whole industry was disgusting.
"I still remember the last time... I dream about it sometimes." Shigure was murmuring now, his eyes far away. Yuki waited.
"We were on a cruise... for a shoot you understand... beachwear. He was so beautiful in that shoot. But on the ship there was... there was an all you can eat buffet... and he- he..." Shigure shuddered and closed his eyes.
Without another word he walked away, leaving Yuki more baffled than ever. He didn't understand this world at all.
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One thing he had to agree with his perverted cousin about however was Akito's beauty. As Yuki waited at the side of the shoot, which had been set like a park in autumn, he thought he would never understand why so much time was needed to dress his new boss, to arrange the autumnal leaves perfectly, to adjust the lights until they were just so.
But then Akito stepped forth and Yuki felt his mouth fall open.
He was stunning. The sort of stunning that makes you stop and stare and forget the names of your children. He was completely mesmerizing.
Yuki's eyes explored in wonder. He wore high brown boots, with black laces up the front. These came to the knees of his slender legs, which were adorned in beige, tight-fitting trousers. These cinched in at his tiny waist where a ruffled maroon shirt took over. Over this was the brown leather jacket he had requested. Around his neck was a delicate maroon scarf. His hair was perfect, smooth and glossy. And his eyes... His eyes were shouldering. Heavy eye makeup surrounded them; winged eyeliner made his gaze piercing, heavy mascara made it striking, smudges of brown eye shadow made it dangerous, and the distinct bold flash of red eyeliner made it exciting.
When Yuki realized he could see Akito's eye makeup in such detail he blushed and looked away, not realizing the extent to which he'd been staring.
Akito spared him a disdainful glance as he passed, but muttered over his shoulder, "Tell them to use setting two for the wind machine and setting four for the lights" and Yuki hurried up, startled, and went to ask the crew to do this.
When the shoot began Yuki understood why Akito was such a successful model. He absolutely owned the set. Whether he was walking or standing or using the park bench props in poses Yuki thought must be unholy, he was mesmerizing. There were two female models too, but although both very beautiful they paled in comparison to Akito. With every outfit change he would outshine them.
Yuki glanced around and saw Shigure and Ayame on the edge of the set. They were huddled closely together on two chairs and with each new pose Akito did they would nod and move in excitement. Yuki focused on what they were saying.
"Oh he's so beautiful... The things I could do with that scarf Aya!"
"I hope he does New York Prostitute...please...please- yes!" Ayame hooted shrilly and Yuki turned to see Akito sprawled alluringly on the bench, head tilted to the side and one finger just slightly pulling down his lower lip. Yuki found himself staring until Akito changed poses.
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When the shoot was over Yuki helped to clear up, tidying the bundles of leaves away and rolling the equipment to the side. As ordered he went to collect the proofs from the shoot to show Akito, who would then decide if any needed redoing. Then he collected the shooting schedule for the following week, something it seemed he would have to do every Friday afternoon.
He walked slowly back to Akito's office, gazing at the pictures from today. They had come out beautifully. Akito and the girls looked stunning against the park backdrop. He entered the office... and stopped.
Akito was huddled in a corner, his back to Yuki. He was rocking and humming.
Yuki was confused. He took a step closer and with a sinking heart he understood.
The box which had contained his jelly doughnuts lay discarded on the floor. The doughnuts were gone... only they weren't... The evidence of their existence was everywhere, in clumps and crumbs, and smudges of filling on the carpet... as though a wild animal had been at them.
Akito seemed to sense his presence for he looked over his shoulder, eyes wide.
"They're so good!" he trilled, lips curving into a demented smile, eyes dancing with a manic light. "The jelly was sweet, the dough fluffy but substantial, the glazing not overdone... exquisite!"
Yuki didn't know what to say. Akito seemed happy enough. If he ignored the smudges round Akito's perfect mouth, the splash of jelly on his neck, the debris of doughnut surrounding him, it was perfectly fine. Someone indulging on a Friday afternoon after a hard week's work, after a good day at work... but that wasn't it.
Shortly Akito's happiness faded. The smiled twisted and soured. He clutched at his tiny hips in desperation.
"But... I'll get fat!" he murmured.
Yuki moved forward instinctually, wanting to help. He knelt down beside his new boss, the beautiful, rude angel. He understood then what Shigure and Ayame had meant about Akito needing someone.
"Akito..." He didn't know how to begin. Akito gazed at him. "You're beautiful." He blushed at admitting this but continued anyway, wanting to comfort. "You don't need to lose weight...And you did really well today. " He felt awkward and scratched the back of his neck. "You shouldn't starve yourself. If you want a jelly doughnut you should just have one..." he trailed off, unsure.
Akito was nodding slightly, looking deflated.
"I'm sorry I ate your doughnuts Yuki" he finally replied. He reached down and picked a clump of doughnut from the floor. He outstretched his arm, offering it to Yuki with a raise of a beautiful eyebrow. It was such a sweet, childlike gesture that Yuki laughed.
"No thanks" he replied. Akito nodded. He stretched and rose, seeming calmer.
"Yuki, if you tell anyone about this I swear I will kill you, slowly and painfully." Yuki flinched at the sudden return of bitch Akito. "Clean this mess up." Akito strode regally away, leaving Yuki amidst the remains of the doughnut massacre. "See you Monday" was the parting words as Akito picked up the next week's schedule and strode from the office, as though he were queen of the world.
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That night when Yuki finally tumbled exhausted into his bed his mind was reeling. It had certainly been an interesting day. It didn't seem there was much actual work for him to do, but compared to answering phones and booking venues his new job, and new boss, looked like they were going to a lot more exciting.