Sorry this took forever! I'm losing the ideas I had. D':

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Junjo Romantica! Nor do I own:

Izumiya Kenta

Izumiya Yuudai

Christian Wolfe

I DO own:

Tsukuyomi Family

Watanabe Tatsuya

Sato Toshiro

WARNINGS: CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT! PURE BL~!

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Chapter Twenty-Five: Gotta Pay Up Somehow…

Don't want to move… Don't want to get up… Christian thought, feeling himself being pulled from his deep sleep naturally, finding himself holding onto a bunch of blankets and a pillow. He wanted to sleep some more, but he knew it was time to wake up. He shifted in the bed for a moment and slowly rose up into a sitting position. Once the sleep was rubbed from his eyes, he found himself looking across the room to see Riku fast asleep at the computer.

He paused before sliding out of bed, stretching to crack his back before standing up. He walked across the room, peeking at the computer to see mostly a bunch of gibberish since Riku had fallen asleep on the keyboard. Christian sighed and pulled Riku off the keyboard under his arms, pulling Riku to the bed.

He was mildly surprised that Riku hadn't woken up, even after he had shoved the boy onto the bed under the blankets. He figured Riku was a heavy sleeper, somewhat like himself. He went to the shower, taking his time in washing off and borrowing a towel. He redressed and walked out, by this time, finding Riku shifting under the blankets.

"You're awake." Christian deadpanned, still feeling pretty tired himself, even though he glanced at the clock, finding that it was noon. Riku lifted his head up, his hair disheveled as he yawned.

"Ne… You're still here?" He asked sleepily. Christian nodded, brushing his wet hair.

"Yea… What? You think I ditched you?" He asked. Riku blushed and dropped his head back on the pillow, jerking the blankets up over his head. Christian smirked faintly, then tilted his head at the clock.

"It's noon. Would it be too much trouble to ask for something to eat?" He asked. He received a muffled paragraph, although he knew it wasn't directed at him, before Riku lifted his head back up.

"Gimme a sec… My ass hurts…" He muttered. Christian tried not to show the fact that the comment was pretty funny if not perverted and went to the door, glancing at Riku, who was stumbling out of bed. Riku walked beside Christian, opening the door and leading the way to the kitchen sleepily.

"What were you writing when you fell asleep?" Christian asked casually. Riku, still in the haze of sleep, scratched his head thoughtfully.

"Porn." He yawned. Christian raised an eyebrow. Riku seemed to realize what he said and gasped.

"Uh, I didn't mean…! I was joking!" He cried, but Christian's expression was doubtful, making Riku mentally curse himself. Riku shook his head a little, trying to shake off the embarrassment before he led the way into the kitchen, where Kazuya was flipping pancakes before looking up.

"Riku!" He exclaimed, surprised. He didn't even bother to catch the pancake that hit the floor with a syrupy splat. Tatsuya, who had been sitting at the table, sweat dropped.

"Honey…" But he followed Kazuya's stare. Riku looked at him a bit confused, then realized how odd this scene probably was. After all, he walked into the kitchen with a strange foreign man… Boy. Whatever!

"Who's this?" Kazuya asked, tilting his head curiously, his dark lavender eyes wide. Riku grimaced a little and twiddled his fingers.

"Ah, this is Christian Wolfe… He's the other contest, uh, winner for that thing I told you about… You remember, right?" He asked hopefully. Recognition at the event made Kazuya's eyes twinkle before he beamed.

"Of course! Kya, I'm so glad Riku found a friend! He's always stuck with a bunch of romantics." He sighed a little before smiling again. Christian found himself trying not to smile. Kazuya was like a big ball of sunshine in a dreary room that you just had to smile at. He wondered if Kazuya had this effect on everyone.

Apparently so, because the man who at the island counter in the kitchen looked like one of those serious business men, but was smiling at Kazuya like a lover would, which gave enough hints about his sexuality.

"Would you like to join us for breakfast? We're having pancakes!" Kazuya sang, waving his spatula around and holding up a plate of warm, syrup drenched circles of dough. Christian blinked and just nodded. Riku plopped down at the island counter, huffing a little and snatching up a glass of already poured orange juice. Christian joined him, sitting quietly and averting his eyes as he picked at his breakfast.

The family was definitely pretty chipper. He was just afraid that someone was going to come in and ruin it. Next to come through the door was Tsukuyomi Hioshi, his raven hair a mess from just getting out of bed. He was almost an exact copy of Riku, except his eyes were very icy, very cold.

"Kazuya," Hioshi said in a mature voice, "I won't be needing breakfast. Kenta is taking me out to a café."

"Really? All right, but be careful! And dress warmly! You still have a-" Hioshi sneezed. "Cold." Kazuya finished with a sigh. Hioshi rolled his eyes, took a brief, unamused glance at Christian before departing as if he couldn't care less about the new guy.

"Hey, Kazuya, do you know if there's a place open at the medical building?" Riku tried to ask casually, lifting his eyes to peek past his hair at Kazuya, who was flipping more pancakes.

"Hm? Not that I know of… Why's that?" He asked. Riku twitched, then laughed as if it was nothing.

"Haha, I was just asking… I was thinking… Uhm… That I might get a job." He said quickly. Kazuya dropped his plate, causing it to shatter and the pancakes to go flying. Tatsuya choked on his coffee, coughing. Riku flinched, blushing slightly. Christian stared at the scene. Kazuya whipped around, laughing a little.

"Sorry, what?" He asked. Riku glared.

"Don't act all surprised! I can get a job if I wanted!" He yelled. Kazuya laughed nervously, waving his hands as if in surrender.

"Haha, it's just so weird! I mean, you? A job? Riku, you don't do anything…" His voice drifted as Riku hopped off his stool, whipping around to thrust a finger in Kazuya's direction.

"I will get a job! Just you watch!" He announced.

"I'm guessing Riku's lazy." Christian deadpanned.

"Oh yea." Kazuya laughed quietly.

"I've known him as long as I've known Kazuya and Riku's pretty much a procrastinating little boy." Tatsuya explained honestly, making Riku blush deeper.

"You guys are mean," Riku accused, "I'll make my own money for my own apartment and ditch you all. I don't need any of you."

"Now Riku…" Kazuya began, but Riku was already grabbing his plate and leaving the kitchen without another word. Kazuya sighed, glancing at Tatsuya, who didn't seem the least bit bothered. Christian frowned and rose to his feet, finishing off his pancakes and muttering a than you before heading out the kitchen door to watch Riku vanish into his room. He went after him, peeking in. Riku sat on his bed, eating the pancakes and taking gulps of orange juice.

"Are you going to prove it to them?" Christian asked, tilting his head. Riku frowned.

"Prove what?"

"That you can get a job?"

"… I wish. I don't know anywhere I can work! Nobody will hire me if they know I haven't even done yard work my entire life."

"… How old did you say you were?"

"Hm? Oh, nineteen…"

"… I think I have somewhere you may be able to work…"

JKJKJK

"A modeling agency?" Riku demanded as Christian led him into the tall, slightly old building. Something from the 1990's for sure, not a recent building at all. Christian ignored him and led him to an elevator, taking him up.

"That's why I asked you to dress you best." He deadpanned. Riku blinked and looked down at himself. A simple navy blue jacket with a hood, fringed with white fluff as well as the long sleeves, a simple black scarf to match his jeans and a t-shirt with pointless English babble. Nothing a model would be wearing.

Riku wanted to ask more questions, but the elevator popped open to reveal a pretty crowded looking lobby. There were a few men in suits, some women in suits, and some models that were babbling on their cell phones and playing with iPod Touches. Riku blinked and suddenly felt self conscious. Why did he let Christian drag him here? He was nothing, but a struggling college student compared to these hotshot rich models. Some he recognized from advertisements and magazines

"Christian, why did you bring me here?" Riku complained, his eyes drifting around the lobby.

"You said you needed a job."

"At a modeling agency? Doing what?"

"Modeling, of course." Christian retorted, annoyed that Riku was questioning him so much. Riku blinked in shock, then hung back, grabbing Christian's sleeve.

"No way! No! I can't be a model!"

"Why not? Don't you have to pay back Yuudai-san for the damage? If you get hired here, you'll have enough money to pay him back before a month's time. Then he won't have to make you do anything stupid to pay him back." Christian muttered. Riku blinked and let go of his sleeve, staring in confusion. Make me do anything stupid to pay him back? What else would Yuudai-san want from me? He thought.

Christian rolled his eyes and took a seat in a brown leather seat, jerking Riku into the seat beside him. Riku squirmed uncomfortably. He felt small under the eyes of some of the waiting people. Some looked like lawyers or agents for the wandering models and they were glancing at him as if to say 'what is that rodent doing here'? It was embarrassing, Riku thought with a blush as he ducked his head to look at his feet, which he swung back and forth as he sat.

"Christian, how did you even get us an appointment?" Riku asked, confused. Christian glanced at him for a moment, then back across the room with a flat look.

"My brother, Crevan…. He's a model in America and I asked him if he could pull some strings with a woman here who's worked with him before… Of course, I had to go on and on about how cute you were before he finally agreed. I had to send him a picture-"

"You what? Christian! You can't lie to your brother like that!" Riku protested, going red. Christian raised an eyebrow, cocking his head at him.

"I don't lie to my brother."

"B-But-"

"Anyway," Christian continued, purposely elbowing Riku in the ribs, "That's how we got the appointment. Look for a woman with dark hair and blue eyes. She should be the agent we're looking for by the name of Isabella Romeo. She's an Italian woman, kind of petite and-"

"Ohhh! You must be Tsukuyomi Riku!" A woman's voice gushed.

"Loud." Christian finished, glancing up with a frown as a black haired woman with brilliant blue eyes came rushing over with a clipboard, dressed in a stunning lilac business suit. Riku blinked as Christian stood up, forcing him to do so as well. Isabella ran up to him and immediately touched her hands to Riku's cheeks, tilting his face from side to side.

"Aww, just like in the photo Crevan sent me! You're so kawaii!" She sang. Riku winced a little and tried to pull away, but Isabella held onto him, glancing at Christian.

"Such a good find, Christian! Where was he? Hiding out?"

"Going to college like a normal kid." Christian deadpanned, folding his arms over his chest with a flatly annoyed stare. Isabella huffed, then hugged Riku to her chest, making him yelp.

"He's absolutely adorable! Hideo-sama is bound to love him! We'll have to give him a physical to make sure he's all right too… Don't wanna have a model with any scars or anything." She added with a wink, releasing Riku, who shrugged off the sensation.

"I'll wait out here then… I'm his ride home." Christian replied coolly and sat down, giving Riku a little nudge in the back. Riku yelped a little.

"But, Christian-"

"Go." Christian stated. Riku sighed and glanced up at the beaming agent before he was dragged away against his will, really. Christian watched him go with thoughtful blue eyes before lowering his eyes to the ground, his dark hair hiding his expression.

Meanwhile, Riku followed Isabella into an office looking room with tall, human-sized posters of other models, some rather revealing and others completely draped in silks. Riku stared in surprise, wanting to stop and stare at them longer, but his attention was grabbed by a man who stepped from the bathroom.

Tsuchigaki Hideo was a tall man with hair that was dyed dark blonde and a bit flippy at the ends, sort of going all over the place, his eyes a dark, ocean blue. He wore a pinstriped black and white suit, a file folder under his arm. He glanced up uncaringly past a pair of square glasses with rounded corners.

"What is it, Isabella-chan? I have a client…" His voice drifted as they locked on Riku, who jumped a little, shifting from foot to foot. Isabella beamed, clapping her hands.

"Eh, Hideo-sama? I want to introduce you to Tsukuyomi Riku! He's the boy that Christian told Crevan, who told me about… Haha, and now I'm telling you! He's just the right age, nineteen! He's such a doll face! With some glitter and silks, he'll be perfect, don't ya think?" She asked eagerly, jumping up on the toes of her feet. Riku sweat dropped.

She's so cheery it's starting to scare me… He thought with a slight grimace. Hideo scanned Riku from head to toe twice before opening the file under his arm, using a pen in his pocket to check something off before waving at Isabella as if to signal her out. She easily pranced out, ranting about how she wasn't allowed to see naked models. Riku turned pink, his eye twitching in disgust.

"Take your clothes off." Hideo stated.

"What?" Riku asked, blinking as if he hadn't heard right. Hideo tipped his glasses down a bit, looking at Riku.

"Take your clothes off. This is a physical exam to make sure you don't have any blemishes… Although, even if you did I would have the make up artists simply powder it up." He explained, but waved his hand for Riku to go on anyway.

Riku winced a little, then carefully took off his jacket. Hideo didn't look at him, still checking off things in the file, so Riku just dropped the jacket onto the floor before unbuttoning his shirt and letting it fall with the jacket. He stopped, staring down at the zipper of his jeans, glancing up past his hair.

Hideo still wasn't watching. Riku squirmed.

"Uh, can I just stay like this?"

"What? You don't like being naked in front of people?"

"W-Well… I didn't… Uhm…"

"It's fine. Just take off the clothes. Unless you don't want the job." Hideo added under his breath, tipping his glasses again. Riku frowned. But… I need this job. Christian's right. Models do get paid a good salary and then I'd be able to pay Yuudai-san back and Christian… Maybe I'll have left over money for a new computer! Oh my gods, I never thought of that. He thought, blinking to himself, then took off his shoes before unzipping his jeans.

He felt like a nerd, doing it mostly for a new computer, but he needed something with a good printer if he was going to turn his story entry in formally. Riku paused again at his black boxers, shifting a little before he dropped them and shut his eyes.

Hideo finally glanced up and stared, his eyes moving slowly, but surely down Riku's body starting with his totally red face to his throat, to his collarbone. Going along his torso and arms before stopping at his navel and continuing down to his mid-half, then to his thighs, legs, and feet. He set the file down and walked up to him, lifting Riku's face up.

Riku jumped a little, staring as Hideo studied his face. It was hard to tell what those dark blue eyes were showing because it looked like a huge wall hovered behind them with a big sign that read DO NOT DISTURB, kind of like Hioshi's bedroom door. Only more threatening.

"Your eyes," Hideo mused, reaching up to place both his thumbs at the corner of Riku's eyes, "What color are they?"

"Huh?"

"The color. I've seen a variety of eye colors… And I can tell these aren't contacts."

"Uh… People say they look lavender, but I can't tell."

"Don't you look in the mirror?" Hideo asked. Riku averted his eyes, puckering his lips to nibble thoughtfully on the inside of them.

"Eh, no, not really." He answered honestly. Hideo seemed to 'hmm' to himself as he lowered his thumbs to the corner of Riku's lips before brushing one of his thumbs over them. Riku went pink immediately, once again, staring at Hideo with a guarded expression.

"Your lips are soft. That's good. It means we won't have to mess with them, except for a bit of lip gloss… Your cheeks are pink."

"Are not!" Riku automatically protested and jerked his head away to cover his face with a hand, making Hideo cock a brow before he picked up one of Riku's hands. Riku watched him out the corner of his eye. Hideo stroked his hand, palm and the top as well as his slightly longer nails.

"Do you not cut your nails?" He asked. Riku shifted.

"Uh, not really… It helps when I type."

"Type what?"

"P-ya-Nothing." Riku said quickly, almost making the same mistake as he did with Christian, which made him suddenly go red. For some reason, the awkward thought of Christian seeing him like this had him nervous. Crap! What the hell am I thinking? I can't think of that! If I do… Urgh, this is the worst time to be thinking about this! He thought, embarrassed as he tried to distract himself with different thoughts.

"Pya nothing? What's that?" Hideo pressed.

"… Uh… I just write down my dreams. That's all." Riku replied. It was mostly the truth… Not always. Riku watched Hideo mull that over before letting go of his hand. Hideo then reached out and touched Riku's hips and he automatically jumped back.

"Don't!" Riku blurted and winced. Hideo frowned.

"I'm not going to hurt you. I was going to check and see if you had scars…"

"I don't have any! It's fine!" Riku cried. Hideo raised an eyebrow, his expression flat.

"Are you a virgin?" He asked. Riku felt his face burn red.

"What kind of question is that? Why does everyone have to ask me that?"

"I'll take that as a yes… You may redress. You start tomorrow." Hideo stated and turned his back. Riku blinked, surprised.

"Really?" He asked. Hideo nodded, picking up the file from his desk again.

"We need someone to model for a boys poster and you'd do nicely… But don't wear that much clothing tomorrow. You're just going to have to take it off anyway for a new outfit."

"Uh… Kay…" Riku managed and hurriedly redressed before bolting out of the room, making a face. Christian had fallen asleep in his chair, making Riku sweat drop. Riku tilted his head and reached out, giving Christian a little shove in the shoulder.

"Christian?" Christian was still asleep. Riku sighed, glanced around before looking back at Christian flatly. He's definitely nocturnal. He thought and plopped down in the chair next to Christian, looking at the elevator. He really wanted to leave. The suffocating scent of perfume was killing him, but Christian wasn't waking up. He wondered for a split second if Christian was dead, but there was a sleepy sigh from him.

"You're out already?" He asked sleepily. Riku sweat dropped.

"Ah, yea, but I tried to wake you up, but you were out of it."

"Sorry. Not a day person." Christian yawned and got up, grabbing Riku by his jacket hood and pulling him toward the elevator. Riku yelped a little, but stumbled after him anyway.

"How'd the physical go?" Christian asked.

"Uh, fine?"

"Did he touch you?"

"What?"

"No, I mean…. I just heard some weird rumors about the guy who's in charge of this agency is all…" Christian's voice trailed. Riku tilted his head to look up at him curiously. Christian looked the other way and hit the button in the elevator hurriedly, sending them downwards.

That's weird… I haven't heard any rumors about Hideo-sama… Maybe Christian's just being a spazz? But that's weird… It sounds so out of character for him… I wonder if anything happened to him to make him like that….

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A/N: I should be sued for coming up with terrible titles… ._. I fail. xD Sorry if this chapter wasn't super awesome. I kept having to rewrite it since something about it kept bothering the crap outta me… Well, I promise the next chapter will be better. -nod nod- I just need to come up with better ideas. -3- I stuck with the Riku as a model one cuz that just made me crack up to write about… So, anyway, thanks for reading, hope your OCs are in character, and your reviews would be greatly appreciated!