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Chapter Warning: none
Pairing: SxJ
Chapter Summary: The road to fame is long, complicated and...sexy. Mahahaha!
Modeling Business – Road to Fame
The next day hasn't being all that great. His first class is calculus. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that calculus and Joey don't mix. What motivated him to take this monstrous course in the first place is beyond him. Probably because he thought being smart is the key to being rich, and his brunette rival is a perfect example much to his dismay.
Speaking of the devil, there he comes wearing his trench coat. A well-known smirk plastered over his otherwise handsome yet stoic feature as he spots Joey in the hallway. By now, they should be both insulting each other from head to toe. However, today Joey is depressed enough to leave his rival and the mockery behind. If only looks could kill, Joey would be fried by now under Kaiba's ultimate glare of death.
Lunch break is a bit better. Joey has practically got the consolation of his life from the gang after they heard what happened. The rest of the day went by unnoticed, and so did the day after that, plus the following week.
The weekend came, but Joey finds no joy in its arrival. And he got damn good reasons too. First, there's that interview from hell that he is still sore about. Second, he got no job offers which leads to the next reason – his father's saving is running out. Soon they'll be penniless and probably homeless as well.
There is nothing much he could do except...Closing his eyes, Joey prayed. God, if you are really up there. Please help me get through this crisis...
The phone rings.
Joey ignores it and keeps on praying.
The phone rings again.
Mumbling a curse under his breath, the blonde snatches up the receiver from the side of the couch and answers in an annoyed "Yeah?".
"Is this Mr. Joey Wheeler?" The male voice sounds deep and velvet.
"Yes, but I'm not buying anything." From years of experience, Joey could instantly tell that the caller is a sale representative. He is preparing to hang up.
The person on the line made a noise that sounded like a chuckle. "Well, I'm not selling you anything, Mr. Wheeler. My name is Yami, I'm the chief executive of Model Search Japan. How are you?"
000
Summer storm is not uncommon this time of the year in the populated city. Its invasion is abrupt and furious, its retreat, gradual and clam. Now that the clouds have scattered, the savage storm has reduced itself to a light drizzle. Rays of light pierces through the restrain in between the clouds, bathing the city in its bright glory. A rainbow soon appears across the sky in the form of a graceful arc, its vivid colors are there for all to see. The city has immediately resumed to its lively self. The deserted sidewalk is soon decorated with colorful ovals of umbrellas. Vehicles regained their original speed and raced back and fore, splashing through the water puddles gathered on the street as they go.
Under the divine light of the morning sun, a certain CEO is sitting comfortably in his sliver limousine. He had the window rolled down, inviting the fresh air into the grand space of his vehicle. The street rushes by like a fast-forwarding movie. But the brunette has no eyes for the scenery. Those gorgeous blue orbs are currently occupied by his laptop.
Beside Seto sits his little brother Mokuba who's unintentionally ignored by the older Kaiba. The raven-haired boy watches his statue-like brother in boredom. Being ignored is nothing new to him, morning rides to school has always been like this. He has tried to start a conversation with Seto, but it never lasts longer than a minute. Mokuba sighed and transfers his attention to the outside...
His grey-colored eyes almost jumped out of their sockets.
"What the-?!" the older Kaiba's immobile body is jerked to life as if electrocuted when he got grabbed by his uniform collar. His laptop tumbled to the floor with a 'thud' as Mokuba's hand jerked his body towards the car window. The billionaire is about to scold the raven-haired boy for his irrational behavior when this huge advertisement bulletin board caught his attention and stops him dead on his tracks.
The said bulletin board is a long bar that ran across the entire width of the Domino's biggest shopping mall building. The size didn't matter, but the photograph displayed on it did.
The young male model is lying naturally on the crimson couch that's made up of countless bouquets of roses. His red silk shirt is left undone, revealing that slightly toned torso of his. His smooth healthy looking skin carries a few dews dripped from the rose petals that caressed his entire body. The tight black leather pants fit his long legs like a glove. His sun-kissed locks of hair are intentionally ruffled in a mess that covered most of his forehead. His pinkish lips ajar, capturing a fallen blood-red rose petal in between his pearly whites. In the sea of red, black eyeliner is a nice touch to bring out his honey-colored eyes that glittered like two pieces of jewel. Although his expression is almost blank, his eyes seem to burn with fire, fueled by some sort of unknown desire.
Messy blonde hair and honey colored eyes...
But before the brunette could observe more, the limo has driven past the advertisement. A wave of disappointment washes over the teen as he sat back down in a daze, his laptop temporarily forgotten by his feet.
"Oh my god, doesn't he look like Joey?!" Seto's unfinished thought is completed by Mokuba.
A/N
I worked REALLY hard on this chapter. It was originally 5 pages [on MS], but I narrowed it down to 3 by editing a lot of boring stuff out.
So yea, Joey is a sexy model. Mmm Seto is about to get turned on now. X3
Next chapter – Joey goes back to school after a week of modeling and faces his fans, his homework, his calculus teacher, and Seto who's not really his...yet.
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