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"It's been eight years since that day" Bozey said, the man wasn't looking that much older than eight years ago, his hair was shorter that's for sure.
"Bozey, what the fuck are you on about?" The man next him said, as they engaged in a game of cards, the winner gets a whole bottle of Alcohol to himself.
"I was just thinking about how long it's been since the day Kyoto joined us, you know" Bozey said.
The boy turned man, was sitting not that far away from them, in his own separate circle with a cigarette in his mouth, something that would have horrified his former brothers if they came across him like that, the drugs that were in his system had long since being flushed out years ago and what a change.
Before everyone's very eyes, he started looking more like a male, the first to go, was his flawless neck. For the first time in his life, he had seen that he actually had an Adams apple!
The next to go where the bumps he was feeling from his chest, it was now smooth and flat and that meant, he could finally go to the bathroom with the guys and not have to brush off questions about the 'swelling' on his chest area.
The next to go, was his round face and really wide eyes, his eyes became smaller and his face became more angular.
Than came his height and body shape, no longer was his arms and legs painfully slender and his hips rounded, but it began to look as it should and more masculine, he was also happy about his first major growth spurt in years, it was like all that pent up energy suddenly exploded now once the drugs in his system became a whole lot weaker.
And the last to change was his voice, goodbye his smooth and very girl voice, he almost cried when his voice started cracking, he thought he would never hear that sweet sound coming from his own voice and now it proved that he was indeed a man.
Unfortunately this meant that the guys around him, thought his changing voice was the second most hilarious thing they had ever heard, and constantly teased him about it and on more than one occasion, they tried to bring out, the off-ness of his voice, just to get a good laugh.
Jerks.
While the women around him thought his new breaking voice was the cutest thing they had ever heard and were always cuddling him and cooing at him within minutes.
Thank god that's over, his voice was now deep and that's how it should stay.
He had gone from a very feminine looking 16 year old boy to a 24 year old man, cutting his hair occasionally was too much of a hassle, plus he didn't trust anybody around him to cut his hair decently without some hidden motive.
If anybody had asked, he was definitely what you would call a gorgeous young man, he would have no problem in the entertainment sector if he ever went into it.
"DAMN IT!" Rainelda Di Buono aka, their boss yelled, slamming the door open and almost breaking it in the process. "We've been robbed!"
Only for everyone to turn to her, before going back to their activities.
"So what boss?" One guy said, "We're robbed all the time"
"But we don't get robbed twice in the same day!" Rainelda said, "It's getting more frequent now and if this keeps up, we won't have enough money to afford our daily booze!"
Now this got everyone's attention.
A life without their usual dose of booze?
It's pure hell!
"N-No alcohol?" A guy said, before he promptly fainted while many were looking pale and looking at the booze in their hands or beside them, like it was the last pleasure they would have on earth.
"Boss that's terrible!" Someone said, while many other's agreed.
"That's why, were moving out into a better neighbourhood" She said, surprisingly all of them.
"But boss, where do we get the money to do that?" Bozey said, "Surely you don't expect us to borrow, from a drug Lord. You know their interest rates are crazy and their extremely two faced.
"That's why where going to work for the money" She said, sitting down while other's were looking at her like she grow a second head. "If we all pitch in, we can have enough money by the end of the month"
"But boss, you know we don't do work" someone said, "And there's no guarantee that any of us would give you the full sum, we might spent a bit on booze" knowing many couldn't resist the temptation of alcohol.
"That's why I have a solution" She said, with a smile and for some reason she was looking at an uninterested Kyoto.
More eyes joined her and Kyoto was beginning to have the strong feeling like he's being watched and turned around.
He was startled to find out the whole room was looking at him, even boss.
"What?" He said, why was everyone looking at him?
"Kyoto" The boss said with a certain gleam in her eyes.
"Your quiet handsome, aren't you?"
And for some reason, Kyoto didn't like where this was going.
Ch 3: Pretty boy debut's for cash.
Yep, he didn't like it.
He didn't like it a lot.
Apparently the boss wanted him to go to a rich part of Dallas and try out as a new model.
A Model!
All protest fell on death ears, as all of them began scheming on how to make him look as appealing as possible while spending virtually nothing.
Before he even know what was happening, he had been carted off to the ladies room by evilly smirking women, set in front of a large mirror and a big brush was in front of his face.
Two guys had to restrain him the whole time while he was kicking and screaming, before he found himself stripped naked to his red striped boxers and forced to try clothing after clothing in giggle women hell.
The guys in the other room could only wince and pray when his screams reached their own ears, trying to drown out the sound of male torture.
They felt even more uneasy when the screams suddenly stopped.
Had Kyoto been killed?
Already they were preparing for his funeral, when the door suddenly opened and out came the more gorgeous looking male they had ever seen.
Kyoto skin was practically glowing, his eyelash's seemed to have miraculous gotten longer, his hair was down and clearly brushed well, he was in a white top that was open to show his glorious collar bone and belly button, dressed in a black velvet jacket and jeans, complete with smart shoes.
If anyone who was specialized, in the Model world, they would have told him, he liked like a male version of one Juliena Hizuri.
Kyoto had never felt so disturbed and violated in his life, as one guy gave him a sexy whistle, while a lot of them began staring at his ass.
He was thankfully that he was dragged away and shoved into a black van, to attend his 'audition' that he had no idea he had, until a couple of minutes ago.
One thing for sure.
He certainly dressed the part of model.
#Central Dallas#
It wasn't really an odd thing to see a black van park itself on the pavement, black vans were fairly common especially from tourists visiting.
However it was a strange thing to see a gorgeous man walk out of the boot of the car no less.
Women did a double take and so did the men, as many assumed this man was a celebrity, somebody special, they would have never fought it, he was just a regular guy in one of the lowest parts of the country.
Kyoto was used to ignoring anyone as he walked into the large upscale building, feeling eyes on him, he would like nothing more than to smoke right now, until he remembered, he wasn't wearing his own jeans.
As expected the building was pretty upscale and Kyoto fully expected it to light up when dawn came.
After all, it wouldn't do if he got paid the minimum wage per hour, the place had to pay well and the photo had to be quiet public, for money to truly begin to pour in.
There was no way he was getting out of this, as both big men dressed in black pushed him forward.
"Excuse me" He said, to the receptionist who was looking at him with wide eyes before a deep heavy blushed appeared on his face. "I'm here to try out for the men's body spray advert" he said, wanting to die.
Was he really doing this.
"Of course" The woman said, with a smile and a creepy something else. "Just go through the door on your right and it's the second door on the left"
"Thank you" He said, with a small smile, increasing the blush on her face as he followed her instructions, he found himself in a small room leading to an even bigger room, he might have arrived more stylishly than the rest but he had to wait, like everybody else.
He tried to ignore the way other pretty males were looking at him, before palling at the sight of his 'bodyguards', more like captors.
Guys came and went, there was absolutely nothing in their faces, that gave even a hint of what went on inside, but finally it was his turn and he couldn't have been more dreading it.
He was forced up and almost shoved through the door where he was instant met with a group of three, one man and two women.
They were all looking at him with some kind of interest, he had no idea that they were all shocked by his resemblance to a certain supermodel.
"Hello" The man said, starting at light. "What's your name?"
"It's Kyoto" He said, straightening himself. "Kyoto Di Buono" the boss had adopted him a few years back, when it became clear, he truly had nowhere else to go and nobody would be coming for him, the women thought him having not a last name was a crime against nature itself.
They were all surprised by the foreign sounding name.
"And Mr Buono, why do you want to model in this advert?" The Women on the right said, as all three of them leaned in to hear what he had to say.
"To be honest" He said, "I don't want to be here, right now" shocking all of them.
Was he serious?
"Then, why are you here?" The man said.
"It's to make money" He said, being honest with them "I couldn't care less about being famous, having fans or even being rich. I was practically force to come here. I have no interest what's so ever in modelling or taking part in this. I'll much rather be home, playing a pack of cards."
Stunning all three of them.
Clearly this had never happened before, this person was certain unique.
"However" he said, before smiling. "Their my family and I would like to help out anyway I can to make their lives better. I too am tired of being robbed every time, I walk down the street. If I can help in getting a new house in a better neighbourhood than I'll help out no matter what. Even if I have to sell my looks which I prefer not to."
This man is different...They all thought, his words were truly sincere, usually, people came to them as another step in their careers or to get more noticed.
But this man honestly didn't care if he was here or not.
"Thank you, Mr Buono" The man said, not showing any of his thoughts inwardly. "You may go, just fill out your contact details on the way out, we'll return back to you in a week"
"Sure" he said, and he couldn't have been more quicker out of the door, all three of them were pretty stunned at the man's eagerness to leave.
The man was truly interesting.
#A Week Later#
Kyoto while in the middle of target practice with a toy gun, heard the phone ring, a drunk guy ended up getting their first and the idiot put everything on loud speaker for the whole house to hear.
"Hello?" A Familiar man's voice which Kyoto immediately recognised, it made him rush to the phone drawing attention. "Is Mr Buono here?"
Now there was definitely people loitering around and he said. "Yes?" Poking his head around the corner.
"Good, I've got the right number" The man said.
"I'm here to inform you, that you got the job. Shooting starts on Monday"
And scene!
Next chapter, Kyoto makes his debut in the modelling world and he's more than a little shocked by the flock of offers he get's afterwards, he is even more shocked when he is shipped off to the Bahamas for two month to do a large photoshoot. Review/ fav and follow!