A/N: Fandom Angst: I hope you all enjoy this chapter, as much as I enjoyed writing it! And just to give you all a kindly reminder that I will possibly be out of commission for about three weeks, so my next chapter may be a while.

The Character's Death: Lucky for all of you people...the next chapter is mine. And shut up. I know my name has changed. Deal with it.


Bubbles...

Bubbles...?

Yuki couldn't get over it. Akito was actually calling his fish... Bubbles.
Well, and Yuki had to grimace every time he remembered, actually Miss Bubbles Vogue...

As though a fish needed a last name.

Yuki sighed.

At least Akito had seemed happy with the fish. Well...happy for Akito...

They went to a pet shop after the zoo and picked up a small bowl tank and a goldfish beginner's kit. Akito had never owned a pet before, and honestly Yuki was concerned it would prove too much responsibility. Akito had enough difficulty looking after himself...but maybe this would be good for him.

He certainly seemed smitten with...Bubbles. He chatted to her the entire way back to his apartment, muttering about, "That woman's fugly haircut"... and "That suit makes him look like a whale, doesn't it?"

Yuki rolled his eyes, letting his boss chatter away to the fish whilst completely ignoring him.
Yuki set the tank up while Akito watched disinterestedly. But...once Bubbles was settled...Akito sat cross-legged on the floor watching her slowly begin to explore as he picked aimlessly at a bunch of grapes. Because apparently grapes were okay on Frappuccino Friday...

Yuki left for the evening, pleased Akito seemed in a better place than when he had begun this morning.

"Don't give her grapes." he warned, and Akito nodded obediently, popping another grape into his own mouth. He really was like a child Yuki thought. It was quite sweet.

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The next morning Yuki staggered from bed, disorientated. The backs of his legs ached from walking at the zoo the day before. He stretched and looked at the clock. 8:40...8:40! He was late! He hurriedly dressed and ran out of his apartment. He had completely forgotten that Akito had had him bump everything from the previous day to Saturday in order to compensate for the sick day they had taken. Akito was going to kill him!

By the time he reached the office he was panting and had a small stitch in his side. He dashed to the small cafe and quickly ordered Akito's coffee.

He was sure he was being rude to the woman serving him, but he didn't have the time or capacity to consider this, care, or correct it at that moment. He needed Akito's coffee.

He stumbled to the elevator, spilling the coffee ever so slightly over the rim onto his fingers. No time to care.

His race against time was made somewhat anti-climatic by the slow journey upwards in the elevator, complete with soul-destroying elevator music and awkward eye contact.

The moment the elevator reached his floor Yuki was silently cursing every person who had stopped it for any reason. Wishing them all a horrible fate worse than death.

He hurried forwards, pushing past an elderly man in his haste.

He twisted and spun round corners and along corridors until he reached the glass doors of Akito's office.

He paused a second, his chest heaving, knocked smartly and entered.

For a moment he glanced around at the apparently empty room. His breath came in sharp, painful bursts. His hair was disheveled and surely plastered to his head. He could feel the warm flush spreading across his cheeks.

Then the plush chair at Akito's desk began to turn, apparently on its own.

Akito spun into view, elegant legs crossed languidly, head back against the leather, a wide smile on his face.

"Ahh Yuki, I've been expecting you." Yuki almost couldn't believe it. What was this?

"I got a new chair" he continued, gesturing unnecessarily to the leather monstrosity he had made his throne.

"I already got myself a coffee, as someone was late. But I'll take yours too."

Akito reached out lazily and Yuki staggered forward, completely dazed.

"Also...prepare my outfit for the 10:30 shoot, collect the proofs, tell Helena she is never to wear purple eye-shadow again, buy fish food, and be ready to go to the movies at 1:47. That is all."

Yuki gazed dumbfounded as the beautiful face smiled once more, sipping contentedly on his new coffee, before turning away in the chair.

What the hell?!

Many thoughts rushed through Yuki's mind...but in the end all he managed to express was a garbled, "Ahh-wwhat?"

Akito turned to face him once more, eyebrows raised imperiously. "Well you can't deny it, she looks sickening in purple. She doesn't have the attitude or the facial structure. Only royalty should wear purple...royalty and me." Akito's eyebrows rose even higher, as though daring Yuki to disagree.

Yuki shook his head, confused. "Yes," he managed, "She does look hideous. She'd look better with a pale gold."

Akito nodded approvingly and began to turn away once more. "But..." Akito stopped at Yuki's call. "What was that about the movies?"

"The movies? We're going. Be ready at 1:47. Don't make me repeat myself."

"But...why?"

"Oh I don't know Yuki," Akito scoffed, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "Maybe to see a fucking movie!"

Akito stared at him like he was stupid and swept his hair dramatically to the side with two fingers.

Yuki was...angry. He really wanted to punch Akito. After taking him to the zoo yesterday, buying him a fish, this was how he was treated.

With difficulty he managed to restrain himself.

"Why are we going to see a movie?" he asked, and his voice shook with his barely controlled anger.

"Oh...because Frances Brundean was in charge of clothing and styling for it. And it will be exquisite. And we're doing an article and shoot inspired by it. Obviously." Akito frowned at Yuki as though only just seeing him for the first time.

"Really Yuki...do you even read fashion magazines?"

Part of Yuki wanted to reply with a snide remark but he settled for the truth. "Not really." he admitted.

"Well that at least explains today's...attire..." Akito's eyes darted across Yuki's body and Yuki glanced down.

He had been in such a rush he'd barely considered what he was wearing. Now he saw what he had compiled could truly be called a fashion disaster. He ran a hand through his straggly, sweaty hair and somehow ended up laughing. What a morning it had been so far.

Akito gave a small giggle, and soon they were laughing together. Akito spun around gleefully several times on his new chair.

Then he stopped. His laughter died and his expression soured.

Yuki stopped too, suddenly chilled.

"Right, 10:30, proofs, Hideous Helena, fish food and movies at 1:47. I'll be in hair and make-up." Akito rose and glided away, leaving Yuki feeling bemused.

He didn't think he would ever get used to Akito's sudden changes of temperament.

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The trip to the cinema that afternoon was certainly interesting.

Akito strode along the street in a long black coat which, combined with his inky black hair, dark eyeliner and boots, gave him a distinctly raven-like appearance. He drew stares from almost everyone who passed him by, Yuki hurrying to keep up whilst bearing the huge weight of Akito's bag.

Yuki ordered the tickets as well as two iced coffees and a box of popcorn. He hoped Akito would accept the food despite it not being Frappuccino Friday...he didn't. Akito merely scoffed at the drinks and glared at the popcorn.

The movie was fairly interesting, though most of it was in French with subtitles and Yuki found his attention wandering. The fashion certainly was striking, he had to admit.

Whenever he was trying to focus on the film Akito was whispering critical comments in his ear whilst noisily taking notes on the fashion.

After unsuccessfully trying to ignore him for some time, Yuki decided he might as well join him. After thinking up a particularly witty comment he leaned over to whisper it to Akito...but his boss drew back looking scandalized.

"Yuki!" he exclaimed. "Please don't talk, people are trying to watch the movie!" The glare which accompanied this hissed reproach was enough to stop Yuki in his tracks.

He sunk back in his chair, sulking, no longer attempting to follow the film.

Continuing to sullenly stuff popcorn into his mouth, he accidentally dropped a couple of pieces to the row below. They bounced dangerously close to where two ladies sat. Yuki breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he suddenly felt Akito's hand. His boss had followed the popcorn's progress with concentration, and now grabbed his own handful. He carefully aimed piece after piece at the closest woman's open handbag.

Yuki was shocked.

This was wrong.

They shouldn't be doing this.

This was disrespectful.

This was... also really really funny.

Yuki stifled a laugh as he too snatched some popcorn up.

He carefully tossed the popcorn as Akito did the same, both completely forgetting the movie.

Yuki was first to land a hit. Akito grinned before redoubling his own efforts. Akito landed the next two before Yuki succeeded with a few more.

As their game wore on their amusement grew, and their laughter was barely contained.

As one of Yuki's shots missed and rolled past the bag, only to be crushed under the woman's shoe, Akito let out an undignified splutter.

Seeing Akito like that pushed Yuki over the edge too, and soon he couldn't stop laughing.

He decided their game was over.

Under the furious gazes of the other viewers he, carefully guided the still-chuckling Akito from the theater.

They tumbled outside grinning and slowly sobered up in the fresh air.

As they walked back the way they had come Akito sporadically burst into giggles.

He didn't comment on it but his laughter spoke more than words. Yuki knew he had had a good time.

They split at a crossroads and with a small smile Yuki watched Akito stride to his apartment, his huge bag now slung over his shoulder, his pad of notes carefully under his arm.

Yuki then turned and slowly walked back to his apartment. Yet again completely dumbfounded at the way the day had played out.

It had been an interesting day with Akito...but then, days with Akito always were. For better or worse...