TalaTati19- OH MY FUCKING GOD OVER 100 REVIEWS FUCKING GLEEEEEEEE!!!!
Now that I've got that out of my system, hahaha….
WHO'S READY TO SEE HILARY'S ASS GET KICKED?!
Three-day update streak! I'm on a roll! Like butter!!
Summary:.. [Rei's POV] It's been nearly five years since the last time we saw each other. The gang has made no effort to keep contact and I am also to blame. Now, out of mere chance, fate is binding us again. "How did we get here? I used to know you so well…" K/R, T/M
Note:.. The theme song of this story is the song 'Decode' by Paramore, found on the Twilight Soundtrack. It's the centerpiece of this puzzle. Also, the title of each chapter is two song names put together, both which summarize and are of great significance to the chapter. (Both song names are given at the end of the chapter.)
Genres:.. This story falls under the following categories- Drama/Romance
Disclaimer:.. TalaTati19 does not own Beyblade or any other commercial/marketing references that may appear throughout the story. WARNING: Yaoi fanfiction. Don't like it? Don't read it, don't complain, and don't be an ass about it. Just let it go and move on.
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Decode (Action is the Anecdote)
I park my car at the corner of the street by a stationed little police hutch, that way, if I take longer than expected, at least I know the only vehicle to both my name and Max's won't be vandalized during my absence. Tidying myself up one final time -despite my clear injuries- I set off down the block to the towering building with the title 'Das Models' inscribed under a few other Italian-esc names. From a distance I can already tell that the people entering and exiting the building are, for starters, mostly women (probably at the end of their work hour), and secondly they're all dressed eloquently chic. I haven't even entered the place and already I feel out of place.
Willing myself onward and reminding myself that there is a good cause behind this, I finally duck under the cover of the building's entrance and escape the pouring rain, shrugging my hood off my head as I slowly trudged up to the receptionist. I immediately was a target for all eyes: models, both women and men alike, employees, and most others in the lobby. My stomach twisted at all the undesired attention and my injuries began throbbing outrageously out of control: 'Look at me! Look at how pretty and purple I am!'
The woman behind the birch wood long desk peered up at me through thin-framed rectangular glasses and raised her eyebrows, hazel eyes inquisitive. Everything in the lobby seems to follow the fashion trend, for everything looks refined and in place except for me, most likely. The Japanese woman with pitch black hair before me, dressed in a peach sherbet pallet uniform, drew my wandering attention. "May I help you, sir?"
Nodding and giving her a grin, I slide over a magazine resting at the edge of the desk, tapping the picture of the brunette on the cover with my index finger. "I'm looking for her, Ms. Tatibana, Hilary?" I say in all politeness, even remembering to use my formal Japanese. If I want to get in I have to be nice, right? Be nice first, argue later.
"I'm sorry, sir, but no one is allowed upstairs without-."
"I'm an old friend of hers. Maybe you recognize me, Rei Kon? We were in the BladeBreakers together and I'm in town on business only until tomorrow afternoon. I'm trying to see everyone before I leave." I lean over the desk as I tell her this, putting my eyelashes to good use and batting them a little while making my eyes gleam with plea. Completing what was once nicknamed my 'kitty-cat eyes', I smile my best smile and idly start scribbling my signature all over the woman's agenda book, pretending to not even take notice of this. "You can make a small exception for me, can't you? Hilary-chan will be heartbroken if I don't drop by to say hi."
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Anxiety was eating away my insides as I stared at the little illuminated dots above the elevator door. With each floor I passed a dot's light disappeared to help the thick minded, nervous and/or careless person exactly where they were.
11...12...
I guess you could say I fall under all three of those supposed categories: I'm thick minded for following through with my intentions so far, I'm nervous about it because I'm dancing with danger, and I'm careless to the consequences that danger shows. I am, after all, about to visit a woman who's fiancée, my friend, is a cop that's mad at me, who's allowed to use a gun and taser, and who will have no qualms to throw my beat ass in jail for whatever reason he can conjure that will, most likely, let him get away with doing so.
15...16...
Maybe I should've thought this over and planned more accordingly.
17...
Fuck coherent or incoherent reasoning, I'm pounding her face in.
With a ding the elevator stops at 18 and the door slides open. I am immediately greeted with four women- two blondes, a redhead, and one with green hair- in lingerie. Their eyes scan me from head to toe and naughty grins curl their lips. We walk past each other and wave small 'Hellos', theirs definably more friendly than mine, keeping in mind that I am being friendly at the moment.
I realize I'm on one of the photo shoot floors as I aimlessly wander around. There are three stages set up, each one surprisingly large and up to scale with the area it impersonates. Straight ahead of me, there's a master bedroom with a dozen of so women on set and another dozen or so off, all in nightgowns, lingerie, or slutty pajamas of some type. To the left is a blank, all white canvas area simply for photo shooting different day to day attire and advertisement. Lastly, to my right, is this summer's new bikini line shoot. So right now I'm surrounded by, what is to most men, heaven. I'm not saying that it isn't a pleasant sight, I am bisexual after all, but my head isn't screwed on for this type of perverted thinking at this point in time.
Spotting the Japanese model I came after, I casually saunter over the bedroom stage and stand beside one of the camera men, flashing my visitor's pass to guarantee that I'm allowed to be here. He nods back to me with a smile, continuing with his job.
"Oi, you there!" The director of this stage yells over other workers. My eyes dart back and forth at all the behind the scenes commotion. I always though taking pictures for modeling was an easy job: you stand there, strike a pose, some dude takes the picture, and you're free for the rest of the day. Apparently not. "You in the hoodie, are you listening?!"
I turn to where the voice of a woman was shouting, surprised when the dirty blonde woman with short hair and a thin frame was gazing directly at me. "Aren't you suppose to be in the Kelvin Cline boxers? What are you doing just standing around there?!" Please tell me she's not actually mistaking me for a model.
My eyes widen and she storms over to me; I defend myself by holding up my visitor's pass with a vice grip. After catching a glimpse at said pass she apologizes, still staring at me incredulously. "I swear I thought you were…Nevermind, I'm sorry. Has anyone ever told you to consider modeling?"
"I'm an actor." I say rather sheepishly, bowing in thanks for the complement as it is Japanese custom. Manners, manners, manners, Rei. Don't forget your manners!
"With a face like that it's no surprise. Did you know that 40% of actors start their career as models?"
"Erm…"
"Rei?" I look over the director's shoulder as see Hilary stand atop the French vanilla bed, hopping off and making her way towards us with an expression of shock and surprise on her face. Her chocolate locks are a loosely curled, messily strewn in a good-looking way. Her baby doll, deep burgundy in color and sheer lace in texture, on reaches the length of ¼ of her thigh and ties in the back with a rich satin ribbon. Her legs are dressed in nude-colored stocking and attach to garters that, right now, aren't that visible. Her makeup dresses her face to picture-perfection: bashful rose cheeks, large eyelashes, ruby eyes framed in black and shadowed with pearl glitter, and lips plump and glittering mocha gloss.
"Rei…Rei Kon!" The director exclaims, her face brightening in recognition. "I knew I recognized such a gorgeous face from somewhere! Would you be willing to do a number here with the ladies over at the beach set? We'll pay you full salary, contact your agent, and promote you worldwide. It'll look good on any future application you make!" Vociferously I shake my head no and decline her oh-so tempting offer.
"Rei, what're you doing here?" Hilary asks, and for a minute the smile she's wearing reminds me of her younger, more pure self. The Hilary that was bearable and, now that I know her, was lovable.
I smile back with the same young innocence, the smile forced at the beginning but emerging more easily than anticipated. "Hey. I was in the neighborhood and felt like dropping by to say hi." I lie and the young woman's smile brightens.
"Hilary, convince your friend here to take a few pictures with us!" Her boss nearly shouts, mainly out of the opportunities that I now present to her as a tool for propaganda. No thanks.
"He can make his own decisions, Giordano-sama. If he doesn't want to then leave him be." With a frustrated growl rolls her eyes and goes back to the photo shoot, ordering the women to take their places again to start. "Sorry about her. She can be persistent."
"And loud." I make a face as the woman continues yelling -the common Italian way of talking- at her cast and crew, reminding me of productions I've done in the past.
Hilary chuckles a laugh and nods in agreement. "Are you in a hurry?" To kick your ass? Quite frankly, yes.
"I've got about an hour." I forcibly grin. She smiles in return.
"Alright, just wait here then. This shouldn't take long; my shift ends soon, anyway." She assures me and runs back to the group of women on the bed, taking her previous spot at the head of the bed: queen of the whores.
The entire photo shoot doesn't last long, as promised. It consisted of the women posing with each other on the bed, making themselves look appetizing, and buddy-ing up with one or two others for more pictures. The women were then split and sent to different areas of the room, taking pictures nearly everywhere. The solo pictures started off semi nude to all but completely nude. They began taking off pieces of their skimpy attire one by one.
Hilary, who got the king size bed all to herself for this -the prized model, after all- began with her stockings and worked her way up to the baby doll. Once the miniature dress slid down to her ankles the lingerie below it was revealed in its entirety: a black lace bra and garter skirt that reveals more chest than it covers and half her ass, showing off the solid black thong beneath it. Black stocking were thrown to her from off set and she slipped them on, seductively throwing herself around the bed and messing with the sheets, using playful and simple tactics like fussing with her hair and adjusting her bra strap for more heat in ever snapped picture. With every move she made I wished I had it all on camera so I could show Tyson how much of a…of a…of a goddamn-!
And then Hilary did the unimaginable. Diving under the covers, she emerges at the foot of the bed and lets the silk sheets drape down at her hips, revealing a small amount of her garter skirt. Letting her head rest in one hand she twirls a lock of her hair around her finger, bites her lower lip, and glances at me from the corner of her eye. And then she blows a kiss. At ME.
I clench my teeth together and narrow my eyes, jaw locking and fists balling in my pockets with the wave of rage I'm overwhelmed with. Hilary's flirting with me! After all the damage she does she still has the fucking nerve to flirt with me!
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I step inside the dressing room and glance around, none of what I see really catching my attention. A small couch that can double as a bed with coffee table directly to my right in the corner of the room, a television, makeup and hair care station that stretches along the rest of the side wall and takes up nearly half of the back wall, a small bathroom, and four mobile racks of personally fitted costume and clothes. More or less a wannabe small apartment without a main essential: a kitchen.
For the most part the room is tidy, with only a few clothes thrown around here and there, magazines all over the lounge area table and floor, a large breakfast basket on said coffee table, and more comfortable clothes sitting on the couch beside…men's boxers? There's something that catches my attention.
"Ugh, sorry, don't mind the mess here, Rei. I haven't had time to pick up after myself in the last two days nor will I have time to right now. I'll let the maid take care of it in the morning." The girl behind me explains, shutting the door behind us and skipping ahead of me, pulling a stool out from behind the couch for me. "You can go ahead and sit down there. Help yourself to muffins if you want, I can never finish getting through them all. They send everyone like 2 dozen a day."
I take her up on her offer and take a full size chocolate chip muffin. Usually, and given with my mood, I would instantly think of some bulimic or anorexic remark for what she said. Yet it's hard to not believe her when the proof is right in your face. Three boxes of six donuts sat opened and placed in the basket. Full-sized muffins. I don't think that even Max and I could eat through all of them. Hilary goes to her makeup station and touches up on her gloss, pulling her sexy messy hair up with a scrunchie and slipping the baby doll back on, which confuses me.
"So what brought you here? I didn't know that you knew I work here." She chuckles, starting conversation.
"A little birdie told me." I shrug, idly picking away at my muffin as I turn around in my seat to face her. A little evil birdie with red hair and striking blue eyes that I should've never trusted, but that's aside the point.
"Was it a little phoenix birdie?" She grins. I freeze up for only a second, meeting her ruby eyes, and in those eyes I see twisted mal-intent. She breaks contact by grabbing her blush and applying more to her cheeks. "Ha, never mind I said that. Kai wouldn't bother wanting to know where I work. Although sometimes….no, forget it. How's Maxie?"
"I don't know, I thought I could get some answers from you." I reply, my voice hard and serious. "What happened this morning?"
Hurt lashes out on Hilary's face and she turns around to looks at me straight, leaning on the counter with all her cosmetics. "You came to me for answers? Max was the one that threw himself onto me! He said he was jealous that I always liked Tyson more than him."
"Bullshit, you played the sexuality card so you obviously know that it's the other way around: Max is jealous of you because Tyson likes you." I shut her up, sick of so much lying. From now on I never want to hear a lie again. They've only caused problems. "So what happened this morning?"
Hilary narrows her eyes, a malicious grin taking over her lips. With a cocky air she hops up to a sit on the counter and starts rolling her French manicured nails. "Same old Rei as always. Nobody has ever gotten away to lying in your face." She lets her head fall to the side. "Alright then, all cards on the table, it was a set up. And a very good one at that, wouldn't you agree? Maybe I should take up acting after my modeling career."
I glare at her. "Why the hell did you do that? You don't even have a clue of what you did." I begin my trusty habit of channeling my anger to my left hand, letting it tighten and fall limp in a pattern so I don't do anything just yet. "What motivated you to do something as heartless as you did when you're dating someone else?"
The ace up my sleeve hits home as her mouth gapes in shock- a card she most definably wasn't expecting. "How did you-?"
"The same bird." I answer her unspoken question.
"Touché, Rei." She smirks. "So can I assume that you have a name?"
"Does the name Enrique Giancarlo make you sweat?" I ask.
"In more ways than one."
"You're disgusting."
"And you aren't?" She laughs as if it were so simple and obvious. "How can you live with Max knowing that he's a homosexual man that's hitting a guy that's betrothed to be married? I'll be honest with you right now, I have nothing against homosexuality but hitting on my man is going a little too far, don't you think?"
"Your man? You're cheating on Tyson with Enrique and you still have the nerve to call him your man? You're disgusting for saying something like that- why don't you just dump him instead of hurting him the way you are? He knows that you're not that into him as when you first started dating!" I yell back at her. Realization consumes her expression and she glowers at me.
"So you're the one that's been making him think twice about marrying me, aren't you? All week, ever since the day of the aquarium. He's stopped kissing up to me as if I were an Egyptian goddess. It all makes perfect sense now. He's been talking to you ever since that day." She growls, sliding off the counter and pacing before the mirror of her long vanity. "I feel almost like Tyson for being so blind and not seeing that."
That was my limit. I jumped off my stool, stomping the floor with every step I took, and caught Hilary by the shoulders, slamming her back up against the wall beside the bathroom door. She let out a small yelp of but surprise and pain and tries to wriggle out of my hold to no avail.
"Why the hell are you keeping Tyson on a leash?" I venomously question, my eyes slit and fangs poking over my lower canines as I clenched my teeth. Ruby eyes gaze up at me seductively under thick batting black lashes, a foxy smile on her lips. I felt her hands on my waist and her fingers hook in the belt loops of my jeans.
"You know, Rei. I would've never expected you to come all this way to see me to settle a problem. Hell, I never thought I'd see you angry. You should've slammed me into the bathroom, I can squeeze in five minutes." She offers herself up and I pin her harder against the wall, forcing her to let go of me.
"Answer my question." I hiss through my teeth.
Her eyebrows dip together over her eyes and she glares at me with the same intensity she's always had for a glare, yet I remain unfazed. She then smirks, answering me. "Honest answer?"
"Obviously yes."
"He pays my bills and acts as a free bodyguard."
Hilary's scream is, no doubt, louder this time around but I don't give a shit. All the anger in my left fist had to go somewhere.
Blood trails down from the corner of her lip and her left cheek is bright red. Her shoulders where I once held her prisoner are bruising from my vice grip, and tears of pain splatter on the floor. The model before me is shaking in both fear and shock. I exhale heavy breaths, still glaring hell at her.
"Tyson doesn't deserve to spend another second with a sellout like you."
Wiping her lip and crying at the blood that drew on the back of her hand, she hisses at me. "Unless you want him to also hate you for the rest of your life, I suggest you leave in the next five minutes before he gets here."
I continue glaring at her, pacing before the mirror much like she had to let my anger out. "He's coming here?"
"To pick me up, shithead. You think he's mad at only Max? I need to get his trust back now thanks to the little fiasco I set up this morning. Not everything went according to plan, especially since you showed up. I'm giving him his birthday present a night early." She informs me and I hear the faucet run in the bathroom. "Fuckdamnit, he's definably gonna notice. Giordano's gonna put me off work for a week." She scowls.
I turn around and she emerges from the bathroom, a towel cupped to her cheek and lip and a glare set in her eyes. "I hope you've enjoyed your life, Rei, because I'm making Tyson hunt you down with the best gun he's got." I roll my eyes and blow her off.
"He'll have to wait in line behind four others than."
"I'm sure Lee will give him dibs." Fear wrenches at my heart, freezing my insides and making me shiver. She smirks as much as she can, obviously glad that she's finally got the upper hand in our conversation. "I talked to Mariah yesterday and let you slip into conversation. I didn't know you've been running away from home, Rei. It's so sad to know that your relationship with Mao ended so terribly."
"What did you say?" I ask, walking back to her. She visibly cowers her stubbornly stands her ground.
"Not much, really. I just mentioned that you've been around for a month under our noses and that you're changed a lot since I last saw you. For the better, of course. Much better…" As if to prove her point her eyes trail up and down my figure, meeting my golden eyes once again. "And that you're a really good dancer. Then I answered a few questions she had, like where your living and if you were fine and what not. I told her you're with Max in the suburbs and that you two are strewn with work but ok. That was all we got to talk about before Lee cut us off."
My heart sunk deeper. That's just enough information for my Chinese relatives to come for me. I curse under my breath and grab my jacket, heading out the door. "Don't think this is over yet, Hilary." I promise her as I slam the door behind me. I have more things to do before I head home -buy the gifts both Max and I are giving Tyson tomorrow- and I only have about a half hour to do it.
Regardless as to whether Max wants to go or not to Tyson's party tomorrow, I'm dragging him with me. Hilary's fun stops here.
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Action is the Anecdote- And Then There Were None
Because as you can clearly see, action really was the anecdote in this chapter.
Hahahahahahhahahha, people!
I can't breathe!
I might have a stroke of excitement!!
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!
Tyson's birthday party is still on and it's TOMORROW! In case you've all been lost with the time line, it is in fact still Saturday. Probably the longest lasting day in a fan fiction you've ever read (it's the longest lasting to me, anyway). What the hell is our beloved Rei gonna do?! I also realize that I haven't really given any answers about Kai. Poor Russian beloved baby of ours. Don't worry, I promise to have you informed soon! As in next chapter soon!
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