Title: Beyond His Reach: Eyes of Azure

Author: Svelte Rose

Pairing: Ryou & Téa

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh

30 Kisses Theme: No. 15- Perfect blue

Disclaimer: I don't own YGO.

As soon as she entered the area, she had been engulfed by a swarm of people. She was immediately brought a small mug of green tea and that was when they began tugging at her from every which way.

"Miss Téa Gardner, tell us a bit about yourself,"

A chuckle, "Where should I start?"

A harried stylist shuffled the yawning brunette into a changing room. Putting on the outfit was always the first step.
"How are you enjoying the fine city of New York?"

A beaming grin, "Oh, I absolutely love it. When I was little, this use to be my dream city,"

The hostess smiled; Téa's grin was very infectious.

They would then place a plastic cloak over her with a cloth towel at the neck to keep anything from going under. The new season's outfit could not be ruined by flying powders or wayward hair gel.
"Why is that?" She asked, tilting her head to one side.

"I actually dreamed of dancing at Juliard at one point in my life. It became such a great love that I was willing to drop everything for it. But as you can see, it wasn't meant to be. It's my passion, not my job,"

Admiration was apparent in the hostess' eyes.

While she relaxed in the chair, a massage therapist would give her a facial followed by the make-up artist who would alone, spend half an hour just applying color to Téa's lips. Eyes took a full hour and the other half hour would be used on everything in between.
The hostess grimaced as she looked down at her next question and smiled apologetically at the star, "I know you must've answered this question millions of times but what is your favorite color?"

"Oh, that would have to be blue,"

"Any particular reasons as to why blue?"

While they applied her new face on, two people would be working on her hair. She had never once watched the process in the mirror.
"I remember reading in a journal once that colors, actually play a small part as to what mood you can be in. For instance, blue can either bring you calm or it can bring you gloom. Pale blue represent devotion while darker blues represent fanaticism."

"And where would your favorite color fall on that scale?"

"It would be smack dab in the middle for balance of the two. It would probably fall closest to the color azure,"

"Azure is the perfect blue, huh?"

"Perfect in my eyes,"

Once the transformation was complete, she would slip on a pair of new heels and walk around in them, familiarizing herself with the new leather. All around her, the crew was hurrying to get the set ready and running.
The hostess chuckled, "Haven't your eyes actually been compared to the azurite gems?"

Téa laughed, the corners of her eyes crinkling, "I don't know,"

There was a flash here and a flash there, Téa hardly flinched. She was used to all the glittering clothes and flashing cameras by now. If anything, she sometimes wished for less of them.

After a few more changes of wardrobe and hair, they were ready to call it a day. She had been here since the crack of dawn and it was already late in the evening. They helped remove all the pins from her hair and with the help of her own products, she removed most of the day's make-up gunk from her face.

"You tired?" Her manager asked, helping the brunette remove some kohl eyeliner from the delicate areas around her eyes.

"A bit, you?" Téa asked, smiling gratefully at her before pulling her gel-ridden hair into a messy ponytail.

"Same old, same old…by the way, this came in the mail for you," Mai reached into her purse and pulled out standard postal package.

"Who is it from?" She took the package gently and turned it around, looking for the tab that would allow her access to the contents of the box. Having found it, she tore it off with a yank and reached inside only to pull out a velvet box. "Uh…" Confusion was apparent on her face.

Mai shook her head and leaned against the table, "I have no clue whom sent it," Studying the outside of the box, recognition flared in her violet eyes, "That's a Cartier jewelry box!" She exclaimed, eyes widening as if to emphasize her unspoken point.

Blinking at Mai, Téa looked down at the closed box and then back up, "Cartier Jewelers? That Cartier?"

Mai nodded and nudged her anxiously, "One and only. Open it up, I want to see what it is,"

"I'm not sure if I should," She bit her lip, fingering the clasp. An exasperated sigh was heard from the blonde and Téa grimaced pushing aside any further resolve. Gripping the top with her thumb, she slowly opened the box. Her jaw dropped and she stared pole-axed at item nestled in the velvet cushions.

Her blond friend wasn't deterred for a moment. She took the box from the speechless model and looked inside, an excited expression blossoming over her entire face instantly, "Oh my gosh! You got a platinum brilliant necklace from the Cartier lace collection! Someone must really adore you- maybe the man from the ball?"

Not choosing to respond, Téa began searching for some sort of clue. Having seen no return address, Téa reached into the postal box and felt around for some clue. As she suspected, there was an envelope. Tearing it open with her nails, she scanned the card. Blood quickly rushed to her head. She wasn't sure if it was from anger or from embarrassment- with her luck, it was probably both.

She read the note again; this time, her teeth ground against each other.

I imagine you have forgotten our last encounter, but I have not. I chanced viewed your interview on the box the other day and was rather intrigued. I would hardly compare your eyes to the dull, azurite minerals. Or even boring sapphires. As far as gems go, I would rather compare them to those of diamonds.

When you're angry, they shine especially well.

Your nameless stranger

End Notes: I luffles reviews.