Title: Beyond His Reach: Guiding Light
Author: Svelte Rose
Pairing: Ryou & Anzu
Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh
30 Kisses Theme: No. 07- Superstar
Disclaimer: This is the FIRST part of the B.H.R. series. Enjoy. I don't own YGO.
At the age of five, she possessed enchanting eyes and a thick, chestnut mane of lustrous hair. They helped her land many a TV commercials and even co-star on day-time soap operas.
At the age of thirteen, she possessed a sensual mystique tinged with an innocence that would land her a leading role in a blockbuster hit movie.
At the age of eighteen and on the brink of adulthood, her body grew to be that of a goddess. It would also be the beginning of her lucrative modeling career. She would have received several awards by then, for her movies.
Two years later, she would also become the unofficial spokesperson for Bergdorf Goodman, landing enough contracts and deals and would keep her jobless for many, many years to come. Movie offers were piling up on her manager's desk everyday.
Her porcelain, flawless skin was praised by many; there were those who believed she carried the gene to perfect skin.
Her hair had softened to a light tea color but still radiant enough that one just itched to run their fingers through it.
No surgical tools ever came near her; she was au natural.
She was- and still is- the nicest and most friendly person anybody came in contact with. Producers sometimes hired her just for the sheer fact that she was one of the best people to work with since…well, there was never a last time. She was the epitome of humbleness and a perfect role model for girls everywhere.
Her only quirk- an obsession for keeping her private life out of the flashing lights.
One review per year was all she allowed. Otherwise, she was only found on the big screen or on the runway fashioning the latest seasonal wear.
Since she was rarely found leaving her home or gallivanting around the world with a faceless stranger, the tabloids would always have a field day creating stories here and there. Their latest kick- her supposed lesbianism. Strangely enough, this never bothered her. She just kept her head up high and would always be heard responding, "It doesn't matter what they believe. As long as the people I respect know the truth, then I don't care."
They thought it poetic beauty. He called it bull.
She was the most prolific entertainment face, both on and off screen.
Ryou Bakura pressed a Swarovski crystal champagne glass upon his lips and turned off the plasma screen. He smoothed the creases out of his pin-striped Valentino suit with one hand and gazed lazily at a magazine that possessed her smiling face in two dimensional form.
She belonged to the world but yet, she was unattainable.
She was their star, their guiding light in the pitch-black night.
She was single, available- she was his for the taking.
Always wanting what he couldn't have.
He always got what he wanted.
Always.
End Notes: I luffles reviews.