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Chapter 3

"And you don't have to make a sound..."

Tyki sat twiddling with pens and pencils absentmindedly as the executive board meeting continued. He grew impatient, as he didn't understand why in the hell he needed to be present as Kloud could handle everything. But she insisted that he show face, so as not to piss off his employers, whom he already walked somewhat of a thin line with.

Kloud kicked him from under the table as he started nodding off in the meeting, he bit his lip to avoid an outburst. The board was busy going over his contract renewal and his pay increase, none of which he really cared about; as long as the money went up, he couldn't give two shits. Hell he was the model who brought in the most money, so it would be stupid for them to screw him over.

"Ok I just need both you and Tyki to sign and date these papers," a blond, ponytailed male with a scowl on his face said before sliding the papers across the table to them. Next to the blond sat a commanding, and intimidating dark haired man, whom reminded Tyki of Adolf Hitler in appearance. That was the President of Noah Industries, Malcolm Rouvelier . Tyki always had a certain disliking for the man, but what could he do, the man basically owned his life. A couple of times Tyki was tempted to leave the company just because of the sadistic man, but if he even thought so much about screwing the President over or quitting, he'd be lucky to get make an appearance in a Walmart commercial. The blonde next to Rouvelier was his assistant, Howard Link. Tyki had a funny suspicion that he functioned as more than just an "assistant"

Tyki rolled his eyes, boredom written on his face as Kloud slid him the papers. He simply picked up then pen and signed, not caring enough to read; in his opinion he had already sold his life and soul away to the devil sitting in front of him, so why the hell should he care about anything else, as long as he was getting paid.

Tyki tossed the papers back at Link, who tried to catch them, irritation written on both his and the presidents face as Tyki slid a cigarette out, lighting it up. Smoking, along with the many others vices Tyki engaged in, helped him to relax and stay calm, keeping his other, more volatile side at bay, as it always scratched at his calm collected surface, needing release upon occasion.

Link stared at the model in disgust while Kloud shook her head, an ugly scowl falling on her face as Tyki let the sickening smoke escape his mouth.

"There's no smoking allowed here," Link hissed waving the clouds away from his face that Tyki had affectionately blew his way.

Tyki smirked standing up before sliding his sunglasses on, "And who, pray tell, is going to stop me?"

Link glared at the black haired man, but said nothing.

"If that's it, I'm getting the hell out of here. Kloud, I'll see you later love," Tyki patted the top of her head as she cursed.

"Damn it Tyki I told you not call me that!"

Tyki chuckled and left out of one of the many board rooms on the top floor of the company building. Most people who worked there wouldn't dare try to pull the things he did with the President or the any member of the Executive Board. But Tyki had a special kind of relationship with them, which they both took full advantage of. Tyki was one the highest paid models at the company and brought in the biggest revenue of any employee there, so the higher ups let Tyki get away with more than what they should. In the enticing and intoxicating world of fashion and modeling, it was common to find models indulging in sex, drugs, and alcohol, including Tyki. However; he had found quite the balance. His motto, "Let them see you messed up, just not too messed up." The popular male model had graced the tabloid quite a few times, but his popularity and success greatly overshadowed his exploits. Tyki was the best out there and Noah Industries liked to run a monopoly like that. But Tyki knew how far he could go, and was known to go dangerously close to it, but dared not cross the line with his superiors in order to keep his job; in other words they need him just as much as he needs them.

After being bored to death with the meeting, Tyki decided to take a trip down to the 7th floor, where most of the fashion and modeling work took place, and see what was going on. Not that it was of any real interest to him, he was just simply bored.

The 7th floor was one of the more chaotic floors of the building, but Tyki had long since gotten used to it and moved about the fast paced floor. Nothing really caught his eye until he came across a photo shoot that had just ended. A young man with shockingly white shoulder length hair was bent over computer screens looking at the work he had just finished. Tyki knew immediately who it was.

"Ahhh my cheating boy Allen," Tyki held open his arms, after putting his cigarette out, as Allen looked up in surprise.

"Well didn't expect to see you up at the bright and early time of 5 o'clock pm Mr. Mikk," The boy teased, a playful grin on his face.

"Yeah well when you have it like I do, time answers to me," Tyki stood next to the boy at the computer screen, tilting his head to look at the photos. The set was a mock Japanese house and in every photo was what looked like a tall, pale, long haired Asian woman, wearing a loose silver kimono. But when Tyki looked closer and saw the flat yet muscular chest and abs of said "woman" he knew immediately who it was.

Tyki scowled at the name that popped into his head. His scowl deepened as the owner of that name entered the room, still wiping make up off their face.

"Che"

Tyki turned, giving the Japanese man in front of him a nonchalant face.

"Ahh angry-boy," Tyki replied sitting on the desk, crossing his feet at the ankles.

"Surprised to see you up and sober," Kanda frowned. The two had a less than friendly rivalry. If Tyki was the best, Kanda was the second best. The Japanese male had a sour disposition and a foul mouth, his first words to Tyki being "Fuck off." Tyki was one to normally let things slide, in his normal carefree way, but the younger's "Fuck the world" attitude and constant death glare started to wear him thin, and unfamiliar feelings of irritation and annoyance began to stir inside of Tyki, particularly his other side. Upon finding out that Yuu Kanda was quickly becoming one of the fastest rising stars of Noah Industries (right behind himself), Tyki realized that this feeling was one of competition; he had started to feel threatened by Kanda. But Tyki had learned to keep those feelings at bay, and continue his work, ensuring that he remained on top. Their dislike of each other had yet to get too personal or do any damage to their careers

But hell if it ever did come to that, and if need be, Tyki's more sinister and manipulative side knew how to cut Kanda down a few notches.

Tyki chuckled, "No need to be rude. Pole still up the ass huh?"

Kanda, "You would know all about things going up the ass you perv."

Allen, growing tired of the already tense feeling in the air, put a gloved hand over Tyki's mouth before he could retort.

"Really now? I swear I feel like I'm baby sitting kids whenever I'm around you two gits," The British boy complained with noticeable accent.

The other two continued their glaring match, Kanda looking at the pictures of himself.

"Why did they have to make me look so gay? Why did you make me look so gay Moyashi?"Kanda pondered, scrolling through the photos. Allen's eye twitched.

"Well next time take the photos your damn self you bastard!"

Tyki snorted at the two, before removing himself from the desk. Tyki, still bored decided to pester his younger counterpart Allen for a while, which also included being around the PMSing cobalt eyed man.

"Are you shitting me?" Kanda asked no one in particular as they walked through the hallway

"Must you use such foul language Bakanda?" Allen inquired, feeling his delicate mind being tainted by the two models language.

"Shut it dipshit, I have to go," Kanda looked ahead of them, clearly looking as if he would kill someone soon if he didn't get out of there soon. Kanda tried to make a B-line but…

"YUU-CHAAAAN!"

Before Tyki and Allen could make out who the strangely high voice belong to, a flash of red whizzed past them, pinning Kanda to the ground.

"Get the fuck off of me baka usagi!"

Allen stared at what was previously a red blurr. A man in what looked to be in his early twenties with red hair sat on Kanda's stomach, hugging him, ignoring the samurai's deadly aura.

"Oh Yuu-chan. Why didn't you answer the phone? I needed you!" The redhead cried. Allen's eye brows twitched at the sight.

"I told you not to call me that you annoying fucking rabbit!" Kanda punched Lavi in the head and shoved him off before standing up, attempting to land a kick on the other's face. Lavi rolled away not a second too late.

"What the hell Yuu? You could have broken my beautiful face!" Lavi whinned.

"No shit." Kanda turned away.

Tyki and Allen both stared at the man on the floor. Realization came over Tyki's face as to who the attacker was.

"My my bunny-boy, do you enjoy attacking people that much?"

Lavi looked up at the familiar voice, smiling up at the owner who held out his helping hand for the second time that day.

"Yeah it's kind of my thing"

Kanda raised his brows, "You know this perv?"

Tyki smiled politely, "Well I can see that you know this foul mouthed character"

Lavi smiled, wrapping an arm around Kanda's shoulder, "Who Yuu? Hell yeah I do, this guy here's one of my closest friends!"

Allen coughed, holding back a laugh at the thought of Kanda having friends.

Kanda removed the long arm, "That's debatable. And stop using that name idiot"

Allen smiled and teased, "Ohhh debatable? That's a big word for you…Yuu"

Kanda flipped his middle finger at the albino, "Fuck you Moyashi"

"Kiss my arse."

Lavi giggled, "You're fuckin British! Kid, you have got to have one of the sickest accents I have ever heard. I love it!" Lavi took an immediate liking to the white haired stranger.

Allen blushed lightly, "Oh..well thanks. And you are?"

Kanda rolled his eyes, "Rabbit meet Moyashi, Moyashi meet Rabbit. Now can we get the hell on with our lives?"

" The name's Lavi," Lavi said gently shoving Kanda aside to shake Allen's hand. Lavi could feel someone watching him, glancing out the corner of his eye, saw Tyki staring at him. He shuddered, feeling very self conscious, but tried to ignore the other man's stare.

'Moyashi huh?'Lavi thought about the nickname for a second.

"Moyashi…"Lavi killed over laughing, knowing instantly who the boy was and immediately seeing how the name fit. "So you're Allen Walker"

Allen looked confused, "Yes. How'd you know?"

"Well I've seen your work around. And man, Yuu doesn't shut up about you. He's always going on about some albino bean sprout. Man…Moyashi-chan you have no clue how gay Kanda is for you!"

Tyki smiled as he watched Kanda chase Lavi around the hall, the red head coming to within an inch of his life each time Kanda almost grabbed hold of his jacket.

Yes this Lavi is very interesting indeed.