I'm really sorry about the wait.

To tell you the truth, at one point, I was going to give up and not continue to write more at all. This story was going to die, but I guess a talk with a fan on msn made me think twice. Thank you 8-bit! I'm going to be putting a short video on youtube for all of you so you can see a bit about my life. I shall link you in my profile in due time.

Thanks for continuing with this, as I am going to do.

Sora: A Twisted Picture Day

I dragged my hair down, between two ceramic plates, my only slightly damp hair steaming and spitting in the heat. I grabbed some of the top layer and straightened it thoroughly. I flicked the switch to turn them off and stared in the mirror, a smooth pencil in one hand. I finally plucked up the courage and pulled at the top of my cheek, making the rim of my eyelid exposed. I ran a thin, faint line of tar black across it. I did the same with the other eye and blinked softly. It made the blue of my eyes stand out bright. I stood up, smoothing out my skirt as I did so.

I headed downstairs, handing in my out of class slip and turning back around to thank the lady, but bumping into someone.

"Ouch… sorry." It was Kairi.

"Hey…" I noticed she was wearing make up, and her face glowed more than usual. She was wearing faint cherry lipstick and her eyes were more heavily rimmed with eyeliner than my own. She looked older than she had ever looked during classes.

"Sora? I can't stay… I'm in a hurry."

She took off, feeling for the door and carefully making her way down the steps outside, where a car waited at the foot for her. She got in gracefully and smiled, not quite at the man, but it was aimed in his general direction.

I leant over the counter, where the lady stood and asked her for a bus schedule. I glanced at the bus I needed to take, and saw I had less than five minutes to get to the stop.

"Damn…" I stuffed the schedule in the side pocket of my bag and jumped down the stairs.

I'd catch that bus if it killed me.

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I swung around the pole and jumped off the bus, thanking the driver and landing with a thump onto the pavement. I pulled out the map from my pocket and glanced at it. It was two o'clock in the afternoon. The building I needed to get to was at least a ten minute walk from here. I started down the pavement, making sure I remembered where the bus stop was.

It wasn't long before I was there, gazing up at a HUGE building with at least nine storeys. I blinked, the soft eyelashes meeting for a fleeting second, until the bewildered moment had passed. I walked inside; taking note of all the mahogany panels that lined the walls. There was something stirring in the air that I couldn't place. I hoisted my bag further up my shoulder and put on a brave smile,

This was what I had to do, I told myself. I have to do this for Riku. I'd never see him again if he went into care, or he went back to his dad. He'd be hurt and he'd most likely sink back into depression. I'd seen the marks on his wrists. The smooth, slightly raised scars, a beacon amongst his normally pale, pallor complexion. A stain upon his silky skin. He'd thought I wouldn't notice, but I had seen every part of him. Every mark and angry patch of skin, each tiny hair. Where he loved to be touched, and what made him smile. Each section of skin with no need to be cross examined, because they were stored in my mind, as if in jars on a refrigerated shelf, lying in wait in an abandoned autopsy unit.

I shook my head. I couldn't let Riku sink to that. He had blossomed like a morning flower in the short time I'd met him. He had opened up like an enlightened lotus bloom, and I loved him the way he was. I'd seen my Mum when she went on a psycho depressive rampage, and I have to admit it to myself: I didn't like it. Not one bit.

I looked right to the bottom of the sheet. It read: level 3. Ask for V.

I stepped inside the spacious elevator and glanced at the buttons. They went all the way up to ten, where the rooftop was. I pushed 3, and watched it light up underneath my fingertips. I retreated to the back and waited patiently, watching the numbers light up in session, one after the other. I dreaded what would await the distinct 'ping' of the elevator as it reached its destination.

It pinged. I opened my eyes that I didn't realise I was closing and looked out into a vast reception, with marble pillars at either side and a floor to match. I stood, mesmerized by how perfectly perfect everything was. How everything shone as if it was freshly polished and I could see my reflection in every smooth surface. My make up was still perfect, yet I ran a steepled finger under my eyelid for safe keeping.

I walked cautiously to the woman who sat at the desk, typing furiously with manicured nails. I looked at her, and she met me in my eyes for a minute before asking if she could help in any way.

"I'm looking for someone… called… V?" I felt so stupid saying that. As if 'V' was a proper name.

"Ah. One moment please." She clicked a button beside her and spoke into a microphone that was low down on the desk. "Sir? There's a young girl here to see you." She released the button and leaned over the desk to me. ""What's your name darling?"

"Sora maam. Sora Leonhart."

She depressed the button once more. "It's Sora sir. Shall I send her up?"

A voice broke through the speaker. It was deep enough to send shudders down my spine. Even though he only spoke one word, it was enough to send my emotions crazy.

"Yeah."

She pointed at a map of the building on the countertop and even politely circled the floor in red ink. I bowed low and thanked the gods that I still had my baby voice. If it had gotten any deeper, I'd have been in trouble.

I stepped into the elevator for the second time, and this time, pushed the button for the eighth floor. When it pinged, I stepped out and was met by a normal room. Like, a living room, but one fit for kings. Rich velvet everywhere and a carpet I almost sunk into. I felt my eyes widen to the size of saucers, and my bag slipped further down my shoulder.

"It's nice to finally meet you Sora. Reno's told me so much about you."

I whirled around.

He was beautiful.

A set of crimson stones set so perfectly into a bone carving face, lips that looked as though they could deliver a fatal kiss. He looked like something straight out of a grade A horror movie. One with vampires. Perhaps that's what the 'V' stood for.

"I'm Vincent Valentine. It's a pleasure."

He held out his hand, and I gingerly did the same, only, we didn't shake. He lifted my hand tenderly to his lips, and they touched the back of my hand in a sweet kiss. My eyes were still wide as he let go. I had half expected a set of vampire fangs to sink into my soft flesh and drain all my blood away.

"I-It's a p-pleasure t-to meet you t-too sir…" I stumbled over my words, throwing them all around and then dutifully wishing I could pick them back up again.

"Shall we go?"

He looked as if he should be in some form of film, or perhaps a video game. As if he should be wielding a medieval weapon or a deadly super power. As if he should be wearing a cloak and solving strange puzzles. Instead he was here, wearing a pair of faded jeans and a black tank top that contrasted so well with his raven hair. The only thing that broke up the black of his hair to the darkness of his top was a folded crimson scarf, hiding his hairline. It matched his eyes perfectly and made them seem even more beautiful.

I nodded. I was speechless, as if instead of draining blood, he had sucked all the air from my lungs. I followed him to the elevator and stepped inside, now for the third time. I kept my distance from him, looking only to the floor. I could feel his deep red eyes on me, but I needed to stay calm.

"It shouldn't be like this. Kid's being dragged into work."

I looked at him, just meeting his gaze made me shiver. "I'm sorry sir, but Reno never actually told me what I was to be doing."

Vincent sighed deeply, his toned chest rising for one moment, then falling short. "If you refuse, then it's okay. Don't you worry." I nodded. "But I must admit…" I looked at him again as he stared at me, unblinking, our eyes never breaking contact. "I've never had a boy as pretty and girl-like as you apply for this kind of job."

NOW I was worried. What the heck had I applied for? A brothel? How did he know I was a guy? What didn't Reno tell me? Why the HELL had I taken this job without even asking about it?

I mentally slapped myself and stared dead ahead. Without looking at him I sighed. "What... do I have to do?"

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I am an idiot... I am an idiot… I am an idiot…

I looked at the bed, which was roughly the size of five of our dorm beds. The duvet was duck down filled and looked incredibly soft. The lighting was dim and there was a camera set up by the side. I froze when I saw WHO was on the bed.

Vincent was the owner of a magazine for Men called Sixth Gear. There was a range of articles and topics in it, but it was for older teens and young men.

Oh… you want to know who was on the bed…

Well… the last person I'd ever expect. The person you'd think was at the library, hunting out the latest Braille bestseller and tracing it with tapered fingers, nose and senses deep in a world so unlike her own.

Her hair was framing her face with jagged edges and her legs were sprawled out underneath her, long and silky looking. Her hands were pushed into the duvet, her nails perfect and filed. Her eyelashes fluttered, veiling her deep blue eyes that saw nothing at all.

Kairi changed her pose at every flash, a model in an advertisement for lingerie. The black lace clung to her thighs, showing off her long legs. If I wasn't totally into guys, I'd have collapsed. The bra accentuated her breasts a little, pushing them up and giving them a rounder look. The straps hung elegantly on her slender shoulders, her collarbone a carving in her chest.

"Like this?" She was saying as Vincent was snapping the camera.

"Fine… perfect," he was murmuring. When they were finished, I stood up on my tip toes and leant in close to Vincent's ear, trying to ignore the sweet smell that washed over me.

"Please… don't tell her who I am." To my surprise, I got no questions in response.

He took her hand, led her down off the bed and pushed her clothes into he hands, along with a small paper envelope. "Just tell me if you need anything else."

"No… that's okay… thank you." She smiled lightly, flicking her hair back behind her shoulder with one swift motion of her hand.

"Why did you take this job?"

"I need the money to pay the school out of debt. If it goes in debt, then my boyfriend will have to go back home, as do I, and we live at opposite ends of the country. My other best friend will also have to go into care because… well… it's a long story." She laughed a little. He nodded.

"Sure."

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I had talked to Vincent, and told him that I didn't really want to just wear underwear. I felt… 'Embarrassed'. He said it was okay, and that I could model something a little… 'Different'. I had agreed, desperate to get the money, but not by extreme means.

I almost died. I swear I did. When I unfolded that outfit, I wanted to die. Vincent… Vincent wanted me to dress up like a…. like a…

Like a nurse!

I took off all my clothes in the small changing room, except my underwear. I reached into my bag and pulled out those chicken fillets, and stuffed them quickly into my bra.

When I had the outfit on, I did a twirl in the mirror. I didn't look half bad. It clung to my 'figure' and showed just how long and smooth my legs were. Which reminded me, I needed to buy some more razor heads for my razor.

It was a snug fit. It came down low, but not too low, and it came with a thing that strapped around my thigh. I can't remember what they were called, but it was strange. It showed the absolute top of my thighs, where my ass met them.

"You done yet?"

I came out, looking rather red in the face. I stepped up on the bed, being careful as not to show anything Vincent wouldn't want to see.

"Nice breasts. How'd you manage that?"

My face got redder. "These things from the underwear store…"

He asked me to pose, one hand by my head and my straight hair flowing out from underneath me, spreading out over the pillow like a deep chestnut veil. He held the camera high above me and snapped.

Click.

I placed both hands between my legs and folded my legs over, so I was kneeling, but not resting on my legs. I looked to the side and closed my eyes to a seductive level, like Kairi had done.

Click.

It was getting easier with every shot. With each flash we came up with new ways to photograph me. I held a giant syringe in one, and aimed straight at the camera lens.

Click

We did a close up shot so he could get my eyes in the picture. He liked that one. He told me that my eyes were just like a deep sapphire gemstone. I couldn't help but blush.

Click

Not bad for one days work.

After that, I got changed and sat down with him. We agreed mutually that next time, I was to try a few just in underwear, and if I was to come twice more (To the photograph session I mean) then I would have enough money to get the school out of debt. He gave me an envelope, the paper pushing into my palm and he took both of my hands in his own, the cold, pale skin a distinct contrast to my own, creamy complexion. He leaned in close, a smile on his corpse-like lips and a light in his eyes that resembled a blood red moon. I could hardly think straight, let alone avoid his gaze.

"Take care of yourself Sora. I know we've only just met, but let's just say you left an impression. I'll look forward to seeing you around."

I swallowed down the lump that was forming in my throat, but it got stuck where my heart was. "Thank you." I plucked up the courage and found the request I wanted to say. "Can I ask for one more thing?"

He ruffled my chocolate hair lightly with one slender hand and nodded. "Sure… anything."

I lifted up the folded outfit, clutching it to my padded chest, against my white shirt. I bit back hesitation and looked him once more, dead in his deep blood red eyes.

"Can I take this?"

I wanted to see Riku's face, feel his hot gaze on me and also, feel his erection beneath me as our tongues waltzed together. Vincent grinned, and only then did I notice that he DID have vampire teeth, quite large canines that showed vibrantly when he opened his mouth, white against his pink tongue.

"Why not?"

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