Words: 1,248

Pairings: Tez/Fuji, GP, Momo/Ryo, Inui/Kai

Disclaimer: sulking I don't own it so there. Life just isn't fair.

Authors note: I would really like to thank FallingSilver for beta reading all my fics. I really couldn't have done this without her. So thanks a bunch and to all the reviewers who reviewed my first chapter. –hugs all- thanks a million.

Atobe's Little Plan

Chapter 2

"Yada," the youth said stubbornly, once again looking out the window to the west. The man sighed and rubbed his temples. A modeling agency had asked for his client to do a photo shoot. It wasn't hard to convince the youth to do that. But then the agency had wanted to pair him up with a female in the shoot, which, again, wasn't that hard to convince him about. Unfortunately, all the models that the agency had interviewed weren't right for the shoot. That was the problem.

The man glanced at the youth. His black unruly hair made many females sigh in appreciation. His calculating golden eyes made more then one female sigh, even if he hadn't looked directly at her. However, he wasn't very tall. Still, a little over 5 feet tall for a 13 year old wasn't bad. The man supposed the tennis star was very handsome, especially according to all the female fan clubs and fans he had. The star took it all in stride, appearing not to really care about his good looks.

A year ago, this child had been accepted in the US Open because of how good he was at tennis. They hadn't really expected him to win, but he had. Ever since then, he'd been an idol, ranking in popularity with famous movie stars and singers. He'd been asked to star in movies, model in magazines and show up to big Hollywood events. His rising stardom didn't seem to be slowing down or stopping. Ryoma Echizen was the hot topic in today's society, and his manager was the best of the best. He took care of all of Ryoma's financial needs

There was just one little problem. His client was as stubborn as a donkey. He was very antisocial, which, amazingly, made the girls run after him more. The manager just shook his head at that thought. It would be easier to understand the universe then to understand women.

The real problem with all of this was that when his client put his foot down, he never budged. Which was damned annoying when he had already agreed to the shoot, he thought bitterly.

"You have to do this, Ryoma. You already agreed to everything," he said pleadingly.

Ryoma turned back and eyed his manager. "I agreed to do this shoot with a woman, not BE the woman."

His manager choked. "It would only be for this one time. Afterwards I'll gladly tell them off for you. Really, be sane."

He wouldn't normally do this, but the contract was in the form of six zeros. He would do anything to get his hands on that check. It was a known fact that whatever commercial Ryoma was in, sales would skyrocket. If Ryoma said "frog," the female population would hop until the day they died.

Ryoma glared, but said nothing. His manager grinned inwardly. He had just won half the battle. Wryly, Ryoma took a look at the contract lying on the table. He sighed.

"Fine. But just this once, and only for one day. If they don't have the shots they want after that day, too bad."

His manager let a sigh escape from his lips. The phone rang. Ryoma picked it up and listened for minute. The manager was enjoying the load off his shoulders, when he heard "YADA!" and grimaced. There was only one way to make Ryoma scream like that, and they just got done talking about it. The manager glanced at Ryoma on the phone, talking heatedly with whoever was on the other line. Poor fool. He nearly pitied them, but after what he had to just put up with, it wasn't enough.

He heard Ryoma sigh dejectedly and reply, "Fine. But if you get any pictures, I will personally beat the crap out of you."

He then slammed down the phone.

His manager blinked in surprise. Who could that have been? Ryoma hadn't given up quite so easily to him. Yet the person on the phone had only had a few minutes, and already had him agreeing to whatever they wanted. He nearly felt jealous, but he was too wary to feel anything at the moment.

Ryoma silently glided over and sat down heavily on the couch. An uneasy feeling came down upon the room. Oh, he wasn't happy at all. In fact, he was downright angry. The manager really felt like he wanted to call whoever that was back and yell their ear off. Now he had to put up with a pissed off Ryoma. Yippee. He mentally let the sarcasm drip from that word.

Hoping to lighten the mood, he said, "Let's get you dressed up and off to the shoot. You have an hour before you have to be there."

If anything, the uneasy feeling grew. The manager sighed. This was going to be a very long day.

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"Oh, yes. This way, Baby! Love the camera!" the man behind the camera said, clicking the camera.

Ryoma hated modeling. If there was a job he could ever get rid of, it would be modeling. His feet ached, especially in the high heels. Ryoma grimaced again.

"Oh, Baby! Don't frown like that. Love the camera, don't hate it. You're gorgeous, Darling!"

He was nearly ready to kill the camera-man if he didn't shut up, but he forced a smile anyway. Grudgingly, he had to admit he did look very pretty as a female. He was wearing a gold spaghetti strap summer dress. It shimmered with every twist he took. The soft golden heels wound their way up his slim legs. He had on white pantyhose that were very thin white on his legs. His hair was curled and clipped with various clips. He was growing his hair out, so it was long now, about to his ears. His makeup was expertly done. All in all, he was a very hot female, and he hated every second of it.

A chair was placed in front of him, and he was told to sit on it just so. He nearly rolled his eyes at the directions. He would pay his manager back for this, if it was the last thing he did. Suddenly, he grinned evilly. He knew exactly how to get him back too.

"Perfect, Darling! I love your smile. Keep going."

Oh, he could keep smiling, alright. This thought of his was priceless.

"Okay. We are done!" Cheers went on around the room. Ryoma let a small sigh of relief slip out. Thank goodness. If he had to listen to one more 'Darling' or 'Baby' again, it would be all too soon.

He walked over to his manager, leaning against the refreshments table. He closed his eyes lazily. "By the way," he broke the silence, "I'm going to be taking a month off for vacation."

Liquid spewed everywhere, and Ryoma grinned. Oh yes, very rewarding. The look on his manager's face was priceless. Perhaps he should have called that camera-man over to take a picture of that look.

"You can't! You have meetings and tennis matches and photo shoots and… and…" He broke off, too stunned to go on.

"Oh yes, I can," Ryoma countered, a hint of steel in his voice. "You know very well that I'm the best of the best. No one can beat me at tennis, the photo shoots can wait, and the meetings will all be here when I get back, but I need a break."

He grinned slyly. "Besides, you owe me."

He left his manager gaping like a goldfish. If only Fuji-senpai had been there to see that, he would have applauded Ryoma. What a shame that he wasn't there. Ryoma grinned evilly, oh yes, what a real shame.