What's up guys? Sorry for such a long wait, but ugh school is so overwhelming! I had two projects due in one week! There has to be like some law or something against that!

This chapter may be a tad bit on the short side compared to other chapters, but I wanted to post something up. Tomorrow, I'll try to scurry through my writing for the next chapter of A Precious Bond and if that's not up soon, don't worry, I'll manage some way to get it up! The more time it takes for me to write something, the better it turns out! Most of the time…

Well, enough of all that talk. Enjoy Chapter three of Model Behavior!

I DO NOT OWN POKEMON OR ITS CHARACTERS.


"And then he had the nerve to blame it all on me!" I ranted as Nozomi was trying very hard not to burst into hysterics.

As soon as I was done with that forsaken shoot, it was already evening ( yes, it took that long!) when I headed back to my penthouse. Dialing her number, Nozomi came right over and once my pokemon finally went to sleep, I went all out on the Shinji bashing.

I didn't want my pokemon to hear any more of it. Trust me, Empoleon received an earful.

"I mean, he should at least act professional!" I cried as I searched through my freezer for something to eat. Nozomi just sat on my island-counter, chuckling.

"Hikari-chan, calm down." She said through her giggles. I whipped around to face her my eyes ablaze!

"CALM DOWN?" I seethed as I gripped the tub of chocolate ice cream hard in my hand, "You just try to calm down in my scenario!"

She just rolled her eyes at me as I dug furiously into the sweet dessert, devouring spoonful after spoonful. "Hikari-chan, you're bashing Shinji-san for being unprofessional but look at you."

My eyes perked up from my ice cream to her face, blinking. "What about it?" I asked, traces of ice cream visible along my cheeks.

She looked at my appearance before laughing her head off. I grimaced as I could only envision what she was seeing. Of course, it was late at night so I would be in my pajamas which consisted of short white silk shorts and a matching white silk tank. My hair was wet and air-drying from my shower , and chocolate ice cream around my mouth.

Not the usual attire for a supermodel.

"Hikari-chan..." She laughed as she wiped my mouth, apparently some chocolate was scattered across the sides.

I pouted. " Don't blame me, blame him!" I complained as I stomped over to my stainless steel sink, chucking the ice-creamed filled spoon into it. "Its his fault!"

Nozomi sweat-dropped, "And it starts...again." She said, more to herself than to me.

I glowered at her as I headed over to the TV area, nearly flopping myself onto the couch. Nozomi just sat by me and I could tell she was trying very hard not to laugh.

"He's so cold, ruthless, and annoying! Why would he want to model anyway? Why?"Once again, my voice was raging as I flipped through the channels on my plasma screen TV, nearly too quick for me to see what was on.

"Well..." Nozomi trailed off, "He is on the verge to becoming Champion," She began, I someone as heartless as Shinji became Champion, I would move out of Sinnoh. Hoenn was a beautiful place, anyway.

"And to become Champion he's going to have to challenge the current, which is Shirona-sama" She cuffed her hand around her chin, pondering. "And to even challenge the champion officially takes a whole lot of money, fees and all." She then raised an eyebrow. "Could this be his way of gaining access to that money? I wouldn't doubt it, with the publicity and all."

I scoffed, "Well, he sure picked a dandy way to do it!" I still madly flipped though the channels, my thumb smashing against the remote.

"How much is the pay for the shoot exactly?"

"Um..." I paused on a channel to think, "About 900 million pokeyen?" I answered, not phased at all by the incredible amount. Nozomi, however, nearly fell off the couch! I sweat-dropped as I stared at her.

"H-Hikari-chan! I knew you made a l-lot but that much for one little shoot?" She flustered as she got back up. I basically nodded.

"Nozomi-chan, I began modeling at 16. Then,I became a supermodel at age 18 and now I'm 21. What else would you think? I get paid a lot. "

She dowsed a sweat-drop before settling back down on the couch, "No wonder..." Her eyes were wide with realization, "And the amount doesn't faze you?"

My eyes were dazed and glue to the screen, this conversation was pretty much like me explaining to Nozomi how to breathe.

"Not really," I replied, "Money is nice and all, but once you keep getting more and more, you pretty much start to lose interest." I sighed as I settled on an entertainment talk show. Maybe some hot gossip on other people will help me forget at least a fraction of today.

"Did you put the ice cream away?" Nozomi asked me as I was focusing on the "news".

'Hmmm, So Shirona might have hair extensions...'

"Oh!" I nearly shrieked as I jumped in my seat, her words breaking my thoughts. "I guess I forgot!"

I quickly said as I jumped off the couch and headed over to the ice cream that was still on the kitchen counter. What could be worst than melted ice cream? Oh yeah. Shinji's arrogance.

Returning back to my seat, I slumped back down in a huff as Nozomi nudged me on the shoulder.

"Why are you so down on this? He's just a guy..." She trailed off as she rested her arm on the armrest, her hand on her chin. I gaped at her. "And he doesn't look that bad either." She winked at me.

"Then you model half naked with him Nozomi-chan!" I huffed as I crossed my arms, sticking my nose in the air. She laughed at this remark, not taking me seriously at all!

"Besides," I continued. "I need this just as much as he does! I can not afford to fail this shoot! Do you know what would happen if I did? Word will spread, Nozomi-chan. My reputation would be in jeopardy!" I moaned as all the painful consequences flooded my mind at this instant. I sank deeper into the couch.

"Wow, with all this awkwardness you two should just do it and get it over with." She trailed off sarcastically, her voice suggestive. My cheeks started to burn. What did she just suggest? She snickered as I gaped at her, my face red with blushing. Wait. Me blushing? NO!

'Suppress it Hikari, SURPRESS IT!' I told myself as sexy and dirty thoughtsdanced about my mind.

Damn it, get these nasty pornographic images out of MY HEAD!

"You're taking it too far now!" I cried as I whacked her with a nearby cushion. My friend did nothing but laugh as I continued to swat at her.

"I'm joking Hikari-chan!" She chuckled, enjoying this. Bitch. "Calm down a bit, okay...?" She said with concern as I fumed with anger and embarrassment.

"W-Well, you don't know him, Nozomi-chan! He's rude, selfish, and not to mention cold-hearted! When I was traveling with Satoshi in my youth, he'd treat his pokemon like tools of power and he'd have the nerve to release them if they didn't suit his needs! Don't you remember screaming at him back in the day and I had to hold you back? Don't you understand?You don't understand ,Nozomi-chan! He forgot my name! Twice!" My rant was perfect, ruthless. Standing up, my arms wailing in a blaze, Nozomi didn't even have the chance to interrupt my tirade. All she could do was blink at me once I stopped, catching my breath.

And then, silence.

"Oh. My. God." Nozomi said, word by word as she stared at me. A sigh escaped me. Finally! She understood!

"So you finally see what I'm talking about?" A soft smile graced my reddened cheeks as my eyes met hers with hope. Now Nozomi also realizes how mean this bastard is!

Just when I was about to continue my rant, however, Nozomi stood up. Her face slowly brightened like a child who knew a sneaky secret and to be honest, it frightened me.

"You like him." She said, her face lighting up.

Right at that moment, I froze. The nerves swimming from underneath my skin froze as my blood, one more, flushed my entire body. Wait a second. Is it possible to pale and blush at the same time? Because if not, I think I just made a scientific loophole.

"What do you mean?" My voice was loud, shrill, at a loss from the shock of her suggestion. Me? Having feelings for Shinji?Impossible! Just because he is handsome, sexy, clever, determined, strong, and smart doesn't excuse the fact that he's a nasty person! Ugh! There is no reason for Nozomi to think that I like Shinji simply because he has an amazing body!

DAMN IT!

I mentally slapped myself just for thinking that.

"I just find it odd how you are so worked up about this. The Hikari I know would normally ignore him but you get so hot and bothered at the thought of him forgetting just your name. " Nozomi mentioned suggestively,, her eyes narrow with delight. Looking at her, my mouth became dry and hung loose...a complete loss of words.

"Well, now it would make sense since you keep bringing it up..." Nozomi continued to snicker as she looked at my flustered figure.

"Bringing what up?" I defended haughtily as I put my hands on my hips, my brow furrowed.

" photo shoot. His personality. His past. Your past. How unprofessional he is. How it affects you. Anything pertaining to him in general. Plus, you can't seem to last a minute without scoffing!"

I scoffed at this but as soon as I did, she pointed a finger on what I had just done. I placed my hands over my mouth quickly at this realization.

"I-I don't like him, Nozomi-chan!" I hissed though my covered mouth, preventing anything unreasonable to come out. "T-Trust me, I don't!"

She just snickered my way, "Oh my girl, this is too good." She laughed as she fell back on the couch, watching the TV. I couldn't believe it. If there was one thing I have learned from adulthood, it's that your best friend's job regardless of age was to embarrass you. In every single way possible.

"I-I'm going to bed!" I stammered as I stomped towards the stairs, still as flustered as ever. Wow, I'm surprised the steps didn't crash under the intense pounding of my feet. It's just...the mere idea! Me? And Shinji? No fucking way in hell would that ever happen!

"You can stay in one of my guest rooms, Nozomi-chan. You know where any of them are." I called down the steps a little too quickly, her laughter was her only reply. I blushed horribly.

"It's not like you're a virgin, Hikari-chan! Heck, both of us aren't! Take it a little bit more lightly, will you?" She was giggling now and at that moment, I cringed. The manicure I received a few days ago was starting to chip as my nails clawed into the railing.

"GO TO HELL!" I screamed down to her only to earn her carefree laughter in return. The two of really have been friends a long time for her to withstand such verbal abuse...

The moment I reached my bedroom, I slammed the double doors so hard I could swear the rest of Sinnoh shook. But I didn't care.

My bed was my sanctuary. Nothing could reach me from underneath the soft, white covers. No traces of unhappiness could flash before my eyes concealed by soft sheets. And best of all...no scream could escape fluffy, feathery pillows.

If the thought of Shinji in my bed alongside me, all hot and bothered, was going to keep me up all night...Damn it, Sinnoh was going down with me!


The room was black, and dark. There was nothing visible anywhere in sight.

Pure darkness.

Bass music slowing pumped from all around. The darkness was slowly breaking. The music picked up, became faster.

Like a heartbeat.

Then, a piercing white light.

A beautiful woman appeared as she began to dance intricately to the beat gracefully, as if the music possessed her. She swayed and her long slender legs dazzled in the radiant light all around. Her majestic hair, dark as midnight, flowed and danced.

Eyes of pure ices seemed to pierce the camera. She became prey to the music as it controlled her, dancing so beautifully that anyone who would see her would stop and stare. Her simple gray dress flowed in key with her body.

Anyone would be envious of this goddess.

The music suddenly stopped. It's melody only a distant echo.

Another blinding flash.

Falling to her knees, the goddess panted for a breath. A purpose. Her features were tired, worn, dazed...yet the beauty was still present from within her eyes. Swfitly, she shut her eyes tight and opened them slowly.

A white orb drifted out of her chest, sparkling so pure and white,

The object that was the source of her maddened dance.

Her controller.

She reached out her hand as the white glow dissolved into a small white and slender device, hovering so perfectly over her hand.

A smile flashed towards the viewer. Her voice a soft, whisper.

"Poketch Touch," She seductively said towards the camera, the shot was zoomed so that all you could see was her flawless and luscious lips, "Have you been touched?"

And with a bone-chilling giggle, and a taunting wink, the beautiful goddess disappeared in an eerie yet seductive mist. the Poketch Touch still remaining.

The said device became full view on the screen, its name in bold print under it.

And with that, the object faded.

Returning once again...

...to Pure Darkness.


It was still a funny feeling, watching yourself on the big screen. A smile graced my lips as I caught a glimpse of my famous poketch commercial from my limo's window. Everything really does look more magnificent when it's displayed at large on the side of a skyscraper for bystanders to stop and stare in awe.

I giggled to myself. I still remembered filming for that shoot. How it almost took no effort to move and dance with such grace, such majesty. But who could blame me? With a brief history in coordinating, I wasn't a stranger to finesse and footwork. I was the complete package for the campaign and from what I heard, the poketch touch rapidly flew off the shelves the day after my promotion was released!

That was the perk of being famous. You wake up every day to some miracle. However...unlike today, a miracle was far from it! It was already the next morning by the time I sunk deep against the leather of the limo's cushions. Looking outside, I envied how bright and early the day seemed and how perfectly cheery I lacked in comparison.

Honestly, one would think that when Nozomi woke me this morning I was heading to my execution. A huge groan escaped me along with a sigh. I knew what I had to face, I just knew.

It was only the sheer logic that the day would eventually have to be over that brought me out of my bed and into this limo. It was only the sheer logic that I knew that this horrible and dreadful shoot would be over eventually. But alas, it was the sheer logic that made it painfully obvious that once this shoot was done the ad would be everywhere.

To make it worse, I haven't been in the public eye for quite a while. This was not the kind of re-debut I wished for! The media will surely have a frenzy and it won't be long before I see Shinji and myself plastered on every building, magazine, talk show, and everything else! That's not even counting the minimum of three months it would take for me to personally cool off from the humiliation.

Oh, Arceus.

Please kill me.

"Yoshitaka-san, call my publicist. Make sure no one gets wind of this shoot sooner than necessary." I was quick to say as I dug my fingernails on the smooth leather-interior of the limo, gritting my teeth. My driver smiled at me before nodding, bringing the limo to a sudden stop. Great. A traffic jam. Oh well, I sure won't mind the delay. Yoshitaka didn't seem to either. He pulled out his found and called my publicist, already acting upon my request. My heart lifted at the sight.

This was all I could do for now. I just had to relax and stay strong, remember who I am, and use my resources to my advantage. I've made it this far in my career; I'm not going to break down because of one little blemish.

Speaking of which, I picked up my cell and dialed Keiko's number. It wouldn't be pretty professional of me to arrive late without an excuse.

"Hello Hikari-san!" She chirped with relief as she answered. In the background behind her cheery voice, however, I heard an aggravated commotion. From what I figured, it was Shinji being pissed that he couldn't get straight to work and be done with. All because I was late. It kinda made my heart tingling just thining about how easily I affected the man.

"Keiko-san," I said happily, "I'm so sorry for the delay. Traffic as always is such a bother in such a huge city like this." I sunk into the seat, getting comfortable with the conversation.

"Don't worry about a thing, Hikari-san! It is such an honor to work with you and we all understand about traffic jams and such." I smirked quietly to myself, of course they wouldn't mind me being late. The Hikari was the best of the best, and they knew that.

"Okay, just making sure. Oh by the way Keiko-san, I can't stay long for today. My schedule is booked. I'm sure my publicist told you all about my other shoots today, plus my fitting for the upcoming Secrets Fashion Show in a couple of weeks. So for two hours, okay?" I smiled. Oh fashion shows. Gotta love'em.

"Yes, yes! I heard all of that. Which is why we must start working right away!"

My skin paled, "Sure..." I replied into the phone. Arceus, right when I walk through those doors they're probably gonna strip me done and practically throw me at him!

"And I apologize the other day for my poor performance, "I began into the phone, preparing my excuse that I concocted last night, "I know it's not a proper excuse for anything, for there is no excuse for the way I acted. But I was just in over-all shock for who my partner was and I hadn't had anytime to adjust. Again, I'm so sorry." My tone was sweet. Professional. Perfect. Plus, I kinda told the truth too!

"No worries, Hikari-san! I'm sure today will be flawless!"

"Okay, good. Oh yeah, and by the way Keiko-san can you do me a favor?" I smiled.

"Yes Hikari?"

"Tell Shinji that I won't be long."

And with that, I ended the call, smirking the whole way to Poise Perfect!


The sleek black limo doors opened and Yoshitaka-san held out his hand. Gracefully, I took it and my strappy black heels stepped out. Immediately, bystanders stopped and stared in awe.

From my strappy heels to my black and sleek pants, to my red low V-cut tank, and finally to my white designer hand bag, I've arrived. I pulled my big sunglasses over my smoky sleek eyes, and smiled at Yoshitaka before bowing slightly and heading inside the building.

My walk was no doubt one of a supermodel, even when casually strolling into the main lobby. The heels of my shoes made that trademark click click and the wave of my hair that flowed behind me left an incredible scenet. Upon signing in at the main desk, I smirked. Shinji signed in thirty signatures ago and he must be annoyed. I, however, kept my cool with a smile.

I had this. I was a celebrity. I was Hikari.

This was my game, my rules. That man was nothing more than a pawn to be used at my disposal.

And I was the Queen.

"Alright, let's do this." I declared confidently right away as I opened the doors to the studio, strutting inside with Paris by my side. As I walked in, crew members greeted me as I made my way to Keiko next to the backdrop, stripping my own self down in the process. Dressers and make-up artists quickly scurried to me as I kept walking, un-dressing. I handed Paris my tote and sunglasses as I pulled off my shirt, and letting my pants fall to the floor. My heels were kicked off as the dressers scurried to dress me and collect my loose clothing. Throughout the whole time, my cool demeanor did not break.

"Ah, Hikari-san! You've made it!" Keiko rushed to my side immediately, feeding me many praises. "I'm so glad you arrived!"

"Yup! I'm ready." I said as a different bathing suit was being placed over me, this one was white this time and it seemed just as skimpy as the last. I couldn't help but take notice in Keikoappearance as she led me to the set. She wore a pink-striped polo dress with white go-go boots, plus a white beret over her long flowing hair. Hmm, at first glance you would not think she was a professional creative designer. But then again, I guess she was pretty creative.

I walked onto the set. However, as soon as I did, that voice was heard.

"Look who finally decided to show up." The voice scowled as my teeth cringed. Whipping my hair around my face, I glowered at the owner of the voice. Shinji.

He too was already on the white back-drop, and he too was ready. I took note how he was already shirtless and that he wore black ripped jeans. As usual. This weird sensation flitted around my whole body as I stared at him, God, I wasn't attracted to him, was I? I'd be lying if I said he wasn't tight and firm but I'm not going to let Nozomi's comments from the previous night get to me!

"Well Shinji, traffic was troublesome." I said towards him as I turned away, trying to blow him off. I didn't think I could stare at him any longer! Who knows what could of happened?

"You would know all about "troublesome"." He scowled. I couldn't ignore that. Whipping right back around, I scowled at him.

"Remember that little talk we had yesterday?" I said through clenched teeth.

"Yes, but may I remind you who this is for?" He hissed back. I stared at him intently.

"Yes, the cologne." He glared at me and I easily matched him. That same electric flicker sparked between us and I felt the body temperature rising.

"Alright, are you guys ready?" The photographer asked as he adjusted his lens. I was quick to flash my best-game face at the crew as I saw Shinji roll his eyes. This was going to interesting.


Tension. All I could describe this moment was tension. Normally I would happily oblige to being cradled by a handsome man and looming over him, but not when I could almost feel the hate within his hold! Modeling with Shinji was just awkward, so very awkward. Readjusting my face to get more comfortable, I gently placed it along his pecs as I lustily stared at the camera. His arm slipped around my waist and the camera flashed once more.

My mind must had been going insane at the sound of the cameras. Every click they made with every flash sounded like little chirps of "tense!". "Tense, tense, tense, tense!" With a faltering breath, I did my best to find my sweet spot. My character. Yet, I couldn't help thinking. Every touch, every flex of muscle, every traces of warmth was Shinji and my body heat flared up. Was the tempertaure rising in here? Why did my blood feel so heated? I shook my head as I shooed away any nasty, pornographic thoughts.

Stupid Nozomi.

"Shinji, lift your head up a little more!" Keiko instructed and Shinji did so. An hour had already passed of our modeling and neither Keiko or the crew looked satisfied enough. It was just like a repeat of yesterday, which was bad.

"I need a break!" I found myself saying as I abruptly stood up from the awkward pose. I looked down to see Shinji's angry scowl. Of course he was angry, anything preventing him from finishing this shoot as quickly as possible will surely piss him off. I could care less about that right now.

"Something the matter, Hikari-chan?" Paris asked as she approached me. Makeup artists and hair dressers swarmed me, touching up my look as I noticed her.

"Nothing," I sighed, annoyed. Paris sighed as well. I think she knew by now how things were.

"You think that it would be a good idea?" Behind me, I could hear Keiko-discussing with the other crew members. My eyes widened. I heard more murmurs nd I looked over my shoulder to see Keiko giggle nervously.

"I know that they aren't being reasonable with each other, I could see that. But..." She tried to reason with them, I could tell. Great.

Suddenly, my mind began to race.

'W-What if she's trying to convince them to let me go? No, never! I'm the best of the best! Surely, she sees that!'

I swear to Arceus, the next opportunity I get to utterly destroy Shinji I'll gladly take it!

"Trust me; I'll go talk to her about it. She's a professional, she'll understand." She said as she made her way towards me, I shrieked as I was quick to turn around, pretending to focus on what the make up artists were doing to my face. Paris looked at me, concerned. I gulped as I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Hikari-san," Keiko said as she approached me, shooing away the many crew members scattered around me. My gaze met hers, expecting harsh criticism. I winced. This was bad! If I get fired , my reputation as an elite would be ruined!

Keiko- smiled warily at me as she put her hands behind her back sheepishly, my heart rate increased. Here it comes!

'Hikari-san, we just need someone else for this job. I'm letting you go...' Her words seemed to play in my head, my heart sunk as I predicted this. That's what she's gonna say, I just know it!I'm going to be rejected.

'Just like coordinating...' Painful memories began to resurface,

I bit my lip tight, awaiting that remark. But then...Keiko said something that made my skin pale, my eyes wide. No. Hell no. It was far worse than being let go, far worse!

Those words that Keikohad just said seemed to burn a hole right through my eyes, my heart flaming at an impossible rate than it ever had done before.

"How comfortable are you going topless for the next set of frames?"


"U-Um..." I stuttered as I stared at her, awaiting my response. Of course that's what she meant by "She's a professional, that I would understand."

She must have been wary because of me and Shinji's current terms, but to her, this must be an easy way out to a good shot. Cause let's face it, heavy sex appeal sells. Mentally, I cursed my glamorous body.

'Well,let's face it. My body is amazing…' I sweat-dropped as I tried avoiding contact with Keiko.

I gulped as I looked at Shinji from across the room, whom was undergoing the bombard of makeup artists that I had just gotten through. He seemed pissed.

Had he heard what Keiko was discussing with the crew members? My heart skipped, I hoped not. I really hoped not

"Well Hikari-san?" She asked as my attention was brought to her with a snap. My skin burned. What could I say? No? It's not like I was a stranger to nudity before but not with Shinji! Never with Shinji!

"Sure," I found myself saying confidentially out on an impulse. But as soon as Keiko-san smiled with delight and walked away, I turned to face Paris, a horrified expression on my face.

"What have you done, Hikari-chan? You could have said no! You have that power!" She frantically said as she panicked with me.

"I know! But I couldn't help it! I do whatever the camera wants and apparently, that's what it wants! I can't say no! A supermodel is never to say no!" I panicked as I jumped up and down from anxiety, waving my arms slightly. Of course, you take what you are given in this cut throat industry!

"Hikari-chan!" She wailed slightly. I groaned. How could I at least make the best of this? Suddenly, a light flickered inside my head. Idea.

A wicked smile spread across my lips.

"Hikari...chan?" Paris stuttered at my evilness, stepping a few feet back.

I laughed to myself as I looked at her. Thinking of yesterday, I smirked. Shinji freaked out when I dressed in front of him. Looking over my shoulder now, Shinji was completely unaware.

"Let's just have fun with Shinji for a bit, alright Paris?" I giggled as I turned around, my hair naturally flipping over my shoulders.

"H-Hikari-chan! What are you going to do?" Paris cried out, shocked at my scheme.

I turned back at her, smiling.

To answer her question simply.

I'm taking back what is mine.


Tsk tsk, naughty naughty! Don't you know better, Hikari, than to taunt and tease those around you? I mean, the last time you tried that it didn't quite work out so well, now did it? Why don't you just go take Nozomi's advice and go screw the man already, because we can all see past your twisted façade. By the state your in, I highly doubt you have any other options left. Are fears of the past resurfacing after so long ago? Tell me Hikari, do you truly miss coordinating? Or do you just fear the pain of rejection? Don't flash me that fake smile of yours.

You're not fooling anyone.

Mwah!- HG10


Oh…My…God…I'm so tired XD! Wow, I missed the summer when you could like stay until 3am with no sweat! Sigh…gone are the days lol!

Ooh, what's Hikari planning? Honestly, tell me if you guys liked this chapter. I'm kinda iffy…

Well, like I mentioned before, I'll try updating APB very very soon and maybe I'll post up a Ikarishipping oneshot for Halloween ; ) Ooh, I'm looking forward to that!

Woah…seriously, I'm so tired. Must…fight…sleep! Well, I gotta start getting working on other ikari-related stuff, so I'll catch up with you guys later!

Until Next Time!