I really don't think there is anything I could say right now to make up for my lack of updates, especially this particular story. Please forgive me Dx! Honestly, I was thinking about updating MB for the longest time and whenever I got around to it, I wasn't satisfied with what I came up with. So, I put it to the side and started working on other projects. Also, junior year for me is being a real pain. I'll discuss all of that in the end author's note but for now enjoy the next ( somewhat shorter) installment of Model Behavior.
But be warned, there is a reason why this story is rated M!
I DO NOT OWN POKEMON OR ITS CHARACTERS!
Those same gold eyes that hid so seductively behind his sexy auburn hair.
"It doesn't matter, you're with me."
That same tanned skin that was so well-dressed in a rich Armani suit.
"Babe, you look so beautiful…"
That same condescending smirk that grazed upon my bombshell figure.
"You always said you were up to trying new things."
The very man who caused me more hell than I ever had to endure…the same man who almost ruined me…
"The world should see how beautiful we are together."
My ex-boyfriend of three years.
"It's too late for what you want!"
Takeo.
It just made sense.
I was the strikingly glamorous, flawless, enticing, voluptuous beauty of a supermodel that took the whole world by storm.
He was the gorgeous, suave, seductive, world-renown movie star who became the latest sex god to grace humanity.
It was almost against nature for us not to be together.
We practically ruled the hierarchy of high society with its champagne-toasting celebrities, irresistibly royal riches, and star-twinkling nights full of divine glamour. There was nothing that could stop us; we were the IT couple of not only Sinnoh but the whole world. Hikeo is what the tabloids would label us and it was a rare sight indeed when Takeo and I weren't in the limelight. Because frankly, as Takeo had always whispered as I slept in his arms, the world was our stage with the sun, the moon, and the stars as our audience.
And I believed him.
When I was with him, my eyes were always brighter. My heart was always beating faster. He was my support, my supposedly "one true love".
He made me.
Takeo brought me into this life of a supermodel, one of fame and elegance. It was him who approached me in my grief-stricken years when I threw my hands up on coordinating and anything related of it. It was him who held my face and spoke of how such a beautiful countenance shouldn't shed tears. It was him who showed me my true potential as a model.
He was the one who finally brought light into Hikari.
I was happy, I was so so happy. Just being with him made me soar high above the clouds and back again. I was actually smiling. I wasn't putting on a mask in front of the cameras, in front of my fans, in front of my friends. I was actually smiling! And he loved my smile…
When he kissed me, there was no one else. There was absolutely no one else. He was my everything, my sweet lover. In the folds of our relationship, he has brought me to experience many things that, without him, I wouldn't have dreamed to try.
He was my first serious boyfriend, my first kiss, my first...well, you know…lover.
I would have done anything for that man. He was the essence that kept me going; my knight in shining armor that I never once thought would find me...dear God, how I loved him…
"It has been quite awhile…hasn't it, Hikari-chan?" His rich, charming voice poured out effortlessly as I did whatever I could to not falter in front of the man. My manicured nails dug into the flesh of my palm as I raised my guard, staring deeply into those once inviting eyes of his. They were fierce, determined, and just as mesmerizing as I still remember from way back when.
Oh no.
My heart began to jump as I tried my best to resist the tinge of pink settling on top of the bridge of my nose; An effort that Takeo was clearly trying to conceal as well. Why…why is this happening to me…?
A reason that it was inevitable to deny. Because no matter what has happened between us, no matter how much resentment or hatred we now share towards the others…whenever our eyes meet…it's like we are launched back to a time when everything was different. When nothing seemed to matter but the sleepless nights and lazy mornings.
Then suddenly, it all just came back…
To a time when Hikeo ruled.
It was a night to remember in the beautiful, luxurious Kogane City.
One of the most beautiful, largest and not to mention luxurious cities in the world built upon the lights of the stars, both in the night sky and on the red carpet. A city so worldly known for its popular television studios, international radio talk shows, superior fashion designs and above all, the glamorous people that reside within its brightly lit streets. Millions of wannabes come in hopes of pursuing their dreams, whatever they may be…and then there is the rare breed. The stars who had done the impossible. The gods and goddesses who had dominated the earth with their glory. The beauties whose feet grace across a carpet of rich reds and crimsons. The ones with the beautiful couture gowns…
"Hikari-sama, over here!"
Flash!
"Over here, smile!"
Flash, Flash, Flash!
"Takeo-sama, Hikari-sama, we love you!"
Flash! Flash!
"Look this way!"
Flash, Flash, Flash, Flash!
"Takeo-sama, hold her closer! Yeah, that's it!"
"You look so beautiful tonight, my love." Takeo pulls me close against the blinding flashes of cameras, whispering against my ear affectionately with his rich accent as I giggled.
Flash! Flash!
"Only the best for one of your movie premieres. " I sultry whispered back into his ear, allowing for my lips to linger against his lobe for the faintest of seconds. However, just long enough to drive him absolutely insane.
And trust me, it did.
"Don't tempt me like that," He hushed as he kissed me shortly but yet passionately on the lips, "Or I'll be responsible for taking you right here and now on this carpet." He smirked, and I blushed as I playfully swatted his arm. You know, as all couples madly in love do.
Flash!Flash!
"Hikari, Hikari! What are you wearing?" As usual, sweet ( or in this case not so "sweet" ahem) moments like this were interrupted by reports of all kinds- tabloids, entertainment news anchors , fashion columnists., you name it. However, this time it was a spirited young intern who looked as if she hit the bazillion yen jackpot for landing this chance to speak to me. A smile couldn't help but graced my perfectly glossed lips.
"Why, this is a original by Versace. A design actually inspired by Takeo's upcoming film." I couldn't help it, the fashionista in me came bursting out. I took a step away from Takeo's warm hold as I showed off the priceless gown I was wear- a shimmering golden halter-top gown that draped sensually down my bombshell figure, covering just about everything a deep plunging V-cut would allow. Well, liked that mattered. It's not like I didn't have the um assets to fill out the top.
If my sarcasm came loud and clear that is, no?
Takeo smiled as he twirled me around for a full view of the cameras, showcasing off my bare back which completely was exposed due to my glamorous up-do. The hair was nothing else but extraordinary, a masterpiece of a high ponytail curled to perfection as those infamous wispy side bangs of mine framed my camera- ready face.
"Fab! Just darling! You just keep outdoing yourself, Hikari-sama!"
I giggled, and blushed modestly at the compliments. Wow…it's hard to believe that only two years ago I was just a novice model but ever since Takeo entered my life…
"Come love, the night's air is getting chilly and the theater seats are so, so inviting." He again whispered into my ear, pulling me away from the many adoring fans as he pulled me close against his lavish Armani tux. We walked down the red carpet and into the Golden Arch Theater, a jaw-dropping masterpiece of a theater that by now, the both of us seemed to become unfazed by its beauty. Takeo and I, we were used to events such as this.
Movie Premieres.
Fashion Shows.
Award Shows.
Social Benefits.
Charity Fundraisers.
Celebrity Parties.
These were the glamorous deals of this bond between Takeo and I. We were not just any other couple, no, we were something more. I was the voluptuous starlet, he was the famous movie star. Our appearances at special events had to be frequent and mandatory, Takeo once told me. It was the only way to stay up on top in this high society, even when deep down a part of me didn't want to go to some flamboyant charity event or even attend some snobby little heir's birthday party, but I had to.
No more was I just Hikari, the sweet naïve coordinator. Those days of privacy and modesty were long gone by this time. Now I was The Hikari, international elite supermodel who had complete control over the fashion world, the socialite world, the modern world, all these in which were eating out of the palm of my freshly manicured hands.
However, that glamour of the events still didn't stop me for craving the late hours when Takeo and I would finally take our last photo together, call up for our limo, and return home. Such as the night after his premiere, when he and I finally made it back to our beautiful, upscale penthouse in Kogane City…
"Did you have fun tonight, babe?" Takeo asked me as he began to loosened his silk tie in front of our bedroom mirror. I smiled as I kicked off my heels from the bed and watched as my precious Jimmy Choos were effortlessly across the luxurious crème carpet.
"Of course I did," I responded as I looked up to my boyfriend, who was still examining himself in the mirror, "Your movie premieres are always a nice break from the fashion shows, photo shoots, and well honestly, the whole fall season." I leaned forward with my elbow, resting my chin in my hand as I spoke. My boyfriend soon turned to face me, a wicked smirk upon his lips.
"Even though I had to steal Sinnoh's Princess away from her precious region and bring her to Kanto for the mere purpose of eye candy?" He teased, undoing the buttons of his white Armani shirt before tossing it to the side, revealing his well-toned tan muscles. Again, no matter how many times I have been with this man, no matter how many times I have seen him naked…his figure still never ceases to make me mentally squirm like a horny schoolgirl.
Arceus, Takeo has made me thinking like such a slut. Calm your hormones Hikari, you don't wanna jump at him right away…make him work for it!
Play coy.
Be coy.
"Oh?" I purred, tilting my head to the side and allowing my curled tresses to cascaded alongside my bare shoulders. "Only just eye candy…?" I playfully pouted, crossing my legs as I leaned back against the soft bed with my forearms. My golden gowned simply draped over my figure as I did this, and I could tell by the look in Takeo's eyes that it was not that bad of a view.
"That's really upsetting," I mock sighed as I twisted a curled, blunette tress between my fingers, "Well not for me but for you." I glanced up at him suggestively, which again, made Takeo smirk. He approached the bed and as I too smirked, crawled onto it until he was straddling over me.
"Well…" He whispered as he slowly kissed my neck, "Eye candy for everyone else but me. You know me, babe, I'm such a selfish, selfish boy with a heavy sweet tooth…" He scooted me farther back onto the bed until he was completely on top of me, I giggled.
"Oh, really now? Is that how it is?" A suggestive smile formed along my lips. I looked up at Takeo's golden eyes and saw them filled with desire, then it was my turn to smirk.
"What are you thinking right now?" I asked as he stared down at my vulnerable state. Takeo didn't say anything. Actually, maybe he did. I'm not quite sure because right then and there he completely lost control and started kissing me, fogging up my thoughts completely.
My body soon became pinned down from underneath his muscles as I felt his hot breath breathing down my neck. I couldn't help but moan as I felt his hands traveled alongside my body, touching parts of mine that any man would only dream of touching. But let's face it, as far as I know, no man can touch like Takeo. His fingers would dance alongside the texture of my golden gown, delicately at first then roughly as the passion progressed.
"T-Takeo…" I moaned as his lips left mine as he soon began to kiss alongside my neck once more, his fingers racing to find the zipper to my dress.
"Hikari, I need you now!" He growled aggressively as he gave up on the zipper and soon began tearing at the fabric, I gasped.
"N-No Takeo! Not the Versace, you know how much this costs!" I whined as I tried helping myself out of gown for its own sake.
"Then quickly get it off, please Hikari…" He whispered huskily, regaining his cool as he helped me remove the golden drapes and as we did, I felt something hard against me back.
Which was weird.
"Takeo…there's something hitting me." I struggled to sit up but once my dress was gone and thrown across the floor like nothing, Takeo stopped listening. He pressed me further against him as the hardness of the object kept hitting my back, I winced in pain.
"You're probably just sore, love. Don't worry, I'll ease your pain…" He whispered huskily again into my ear but despite his words, I felt more uncomfortable.
"N-No, let me sit up…" I winced again as I begun to sit up and just as I did, my body leaned against the mystery object…
"Welcome to Trainer Watch! Where the hottest pokemon trainers from all over are brought from the battle grounds and into your homes!"
Both me and Takeo glanced up at the sound of the playful voice and turned towards the plasma screen TV which was now blaring brightly with life.
"It was just the remote," Takeo sighed, "Here give it to me and I'll turn it off-"
"And now, first trainer under examination is Sinnoh's latest hottest craze, Shinji!"
Somehow, for some reason, my eyes widened at that moment. Shinji? Didn't I know that name from somewhere…?
"Wait a second, let me see this." I said as I grabbed the remote from Takeo's hands.
"Are you kidding, Hikari? Are you seriously fucking kidding me right now?" Takeo growled as I ignored him, intent on the program.
It was one of those entertainment news shows that appeared late at night, you know, the ones that spread the latest gossip for those hardcore fans. Of course, I wasn't unfamiliar with these types of programs but then again, I never even seen one recently that featured pokemon trainers.
Well, then again, perhaps I was just caught up with others things to even notice.
"As many of you fans know, Shinji is one of the most promising candidates for the Sinnoh Champion title. He has currently won at least four leagues in a row-the Hoenn, Kanto, Johto, and Unova regions respectively." The bubbly newscaster informed as images of Shinji battling and training appeared on screen, each one displaying Shinji throughout his many accomplishments.I knew him from somewhere. I just couldn't quite put my finger on it…
"Starting at the age of ten on his pokemon journey, Shinji has encountered many obstacles and battles to get where he is today…" The voice of the newscaster slowly faded from my thoughts as an image of Shinji in his youth appeared on screen, then my eyes widened.
"Hey, I know him!" I pointed out as I gestured at the screen, " I used to meet him during my travels with Satoshi and Takeshi!" A amused smile reached my features, oh such memories…
Takeo rolled away from me to the other side of the bed, fully turned off and not amused. "Another pokemon story?" He sighed in agitation, I glowered at him.
"You know, you could at least be a bit understanding. Okay? Traveling with pokemon back in the day was a big part of my life!"
Takeo rolled his eyes, then glowered at me with an intense jealousy. "And who is that guy?" He pointed at the television screen where the program now was showing a current picture of Shinji-fully grown and, I hated to admit it but very handsome.
I rolled my eyes, "Oh, he was Satoshi's rival. A big jerk who thought he knew everything about training pokemon but honestly, didn't. He treated them like slaves." A tone of disgust crept into my voice at the memory of Shinji's ruthlessness.
Cold-hearted bastard.
Takeo glared at the screen in a fit of a jealousy before grabbing the remote from my palm, shutting the program off before chucking the device across the room.
"Hey!" I whined, "I was watching that!"
"We were in the middle of something before you were 'watching that', Hikari." Takeo reasoned, I sighed.
"Takeo, can we maybe just do something else tonight besides sex? Maybe we can pop in a movie or something…?"
Takeo threw himself down against the bed in frustration, his hands on his forehead. "Hikari," He moaned, "We haven't had sex in days!"
I rolled my eyes, "Oh big deal." I stood up from the bed and grabbed his Armani shirt from the floor, buttoning it halfway to conceal my bare chest. "You act like it's a hate crime or something."
"It IS!" Takeo cried out, laughing almost. He sat up and faced me, "We used to mess around every single night for the past couple years but ever since you left your pokemon back in Sinnoh with your Nozomi friend you haven't been up for anything anymore!"
"Because maybe I'm not!" I stomped my foot, trying to hold back the pain in my eyes, "Did you ever once think that it hurts to leave my pokemon behind whenever I have travel for my career? They are my life, Takeo!"
"You see," Takeo folded his arms across his chest, "That's why I never dealt with pokemon. They just complicate things, like my sex life." He stared at me as he finished his sentence, I rolled my eyes.
"All you think about is sex, I swear Takeo." I huffed as I folded my arms as well, "When you look at me, do all you see is meat?"
Takeo looked me up and down, before smirking. "Well, it's kinda hard right now to answer that when all you are wearing is my shirt and nothing else."
My face heated up.
"Ugh, you can be such a pervert sometimes, you know that." I exasperated as I went over to the dresser and began searching through my purse.
"What are you looking for?" Takeo questioned as he got up form the bed, approaching me. I glared at him from over my shoulder.
"I'm getting my cell. I don't know about you but I'm flying out of Kanto tomorrow morning so I can reach Sinnoh by tomorrow night."
"Are you fucking kidding me? We're suppose to make an appearance at a benefit tomorrow!" Takeo grabbed my shoulders and turned me around to face him. He was upset, I could tell by his eyes but it didn't faze me.
"Look, babe." I said, my voice stern. "Before we came down here for this trip, I just evolved my Prinplup into an Empoleon and it wasn't quite adjusted yet to its new form when I left. I'm worried about it, Takeo."
"Why? It's a pokemon. It'll adapt." Takeo simply stated, I shook my head.
"I-I wasn't even suppose to evolve it from a Piplup, I promised I would never evolve it but I did anyway for my own selfish reasons. I feel guilty, so I have to get back as soon as I can!" I told him, Takeo averted his gaze in agitation.
"You are not a pokemon coordinator anymore, Hikari, you have to learn how to give your pokemon some space!" Takeo yelled.
"You know what kind of person I am, Takeo!" I shouted back, " My pokemon are not just pokemon, they are my family!"
"But I am your boyfriend!"
I narrowed my eyes at him in anger, "If that is the case, love," I allowed for the sarcasm to reach my words, "Then make me stay,"
Takeo, too, narrowed his eyes at me in anger. A thick tension loomed over the room as we both stared at each other in a heated silence, a heavy glare kept between the two of us.
"Oh, I'll make you stay." Takeo threatened as he grabbed my arms roughly, throwing me across the room and onto the bed. Before I could even do or say anything, he was already on top of me picking up where we left off. "I'll make you wish you never left." He growled as he kissed my neck, hastily unbuttoning his shirt that I wore.
"You. Are. Impossible." I sighed in frustration as he proceeded, ultimately allowing myself to break out into laughter. Takeo did as well, fully satisfied in the little game he had just played.
"I'm still leaving tomorrow. No exceptions." I firmly stated, trying to maintain authority over myself and him but Takeo seemed past that argument.
"Whatever. I'll just see you when I get back then." Was all he said as he kissed me, wishing completely to end this conversation.
And it did.
Heh, it's funny almost.
It's funny how things could take a turn for the worse in a split second.
It's funny how everything so perfect could slowly deteriorate before your very eyes.
It's funny how the people you used to trust are now the people whom you now look out for the most.
And lastly, it's funny how I was so fucking stupid to fall in love…
So fucking stupid.
Like a thing called "love" actually existed anyway.
A soft murmur hummed through the lobby...
"Takeo." I greeted him coolly, bowing my head in the slightest. However as I looked up, my lips parted at the sight of hundreds of fans- his and mine alike- crowding the streets and gazing through the main lobby's windows. Their star-struck eyes were blazing fiercely with eagerness as they pressed their faces against the glass, each smudged face anticipating my next move. That wasn't as bad as the paparazzi though. I spotted them everywhere, from the conspicuous bush to the trees to even a baby stroller!
I had to keep my cool. By no means must I falter in front of this man and these crowds…
"Oh Hikari, it has been so long…too long." Takeo's accent was rich in charm as he reached for my hand, a gesture I did not recoil against. An angry ex is not the image I can present right now. Of all things. Despite how much I wanted to…
That is exactly what the paparazzi wanted. That's exactly what he wants.
No!
I refuse their satisfaction. I refuse to be their center of amusement.
Takeo leaned in and brushed his soft lips against my knuckles before gently planting his lips on top of my hand. I kept my composure, I had to. As a model, it was one of my key traits. No matter how much I wanted to slap the man, to spit on him, to shout hurtful things at him…I could not. Not with the whole world practically watching me, judging me.
Takeo knew this.
And he was going to have his fun.
The man smiled at me, the cute half-smile he always did in the morning when I woke next to him. The cute half-smile that always made me melt inside and instantly make my legs feel like jelly. The cute half-smile that still makes my legs feel like jelly…
Shit…
It was almost too much but I kept my cool. I had to stay firm in front of him no matter what. Despite the weak sensation in my legs.
"It has been a while." I nodded through a fake smile, trying my best to filter out my bitterness. God, how badly I want to rip out his obnoxious auburn ponytail right now. I don't care what the media thought, what his fans thought, what his many stylists thought, what he thought. It didn't make him look sexy at all!
Typical vain bastard.
"I take it you are in good health?" His grin turned wolfish as he caught me off guard by his comment, a sneaky blow to my ego. I bit my glossed lip before responding sweetly, "Radiant, actually."
He nodded in understanding as he kept his gaze on me, and as he did so, he lightened up at the sight of my necklace.
Takeo boldly took a step closer to me in which I boldly took a step back.
But it was to no use.
My ex boyfriend reached for the diamond chain that graced my neckline and began to marvel at it, as if he had never seen such a beauty. I took my breath in softly in shock by his closeness.
"Ah, your mother's necklace. How sweet, I am so glad I was able to find this. It just looks…simply stunning on you. Ayako-san would be so proud of her little girl." He looked up towards my astonished expression, and gave me a smoldering gaze.
Another harsh blow.
And this time it hit hard.
I bit the corners of my cheek, holding back the harsh curses and bitter words. How low of him to mention my mother…my mother…!
"Thank you," I hesitated, and forced a smile his way. "That's so nice of you. Now if you excuse me, I have some affairs to attend to..." I flipped my hair and swept past him and down the lobby.
I refuse to be brought down by the likes of him. I'd rather face a lifetime of photo shoots with Shinji then spend a single moment with that bastard!
He's just…he's just…!
A shutter of breath escaped my lips as I made my way to the elevators. My heart was racing, despite my efforts to calm down.
But I just couldn't.
He mentioned my mother, my mother…!
I brought a hand to my trembling lips as I walked towards the elevator, pushing the button as I stood there…lost in my own thoughts, an impassive expression…
Soft eyes.
The golden doors shut before me.
Mom…
Could it be? Could Hikari really be hiding more than she's letting us, her darling fans, know? Well actually I wouldn't want to call myself her fan. After all, she's not the best role model for young girls, is she? You heard Takeo, she banged that man like there was no tomorrow. Daily. Makes you wonder how the two ever broke up, doesn't it? Hmm, could it be she still has feelings for her former beau? If so, then what about Shinji? How will he react to all of this? Oops! Wait a second, what will he do if he finds out that?
Such a drama for a supermodel who claims she has everything under control. Tsk. Tsk. Shame on you Hikari, but don't worry. Your secrets aren't spilled.
Yet.
Mwah!-HG10
I'm very sorry for the lack of ikarishippiness in this you guys, I'm so sorry...
But okay. do you know how HARD it was for me to write Hikari with ANOTHER MAN BESIDES SHINJI? Honestly, I think when I was writing it I had to force myself to pretend that Takeo was Shinji or Hikari was someone else because really, I'm not that much of a multishipper xD But then again, looking back, even though it may not have been my best work recently I still think I managed okay for writing those love scenes. Hmm, I'll think I'll call Hikari and Takeo Hikeoshipping, just because I can :3 hehe!
So, I bet most of you are wondering why again I made another huge disappearance. And here's my pathetic excuse. Junior. Year. Is. So. OVERWHELMING! I just had to be a honor student and take all the hard classes where I had to write papers every other day. Especially my Creative Writing Class, my teacher seriously expected us to crank out short stories and poetry every week for a weighted grade. Not that I minded writing a lot, but it made me realize a huge difference when you are writing from your heart and being FORCED to write something for a grade. it seriously took a to out of me..I was expected to write a short story with a expected page length of 5 WORDS. You guys know that I'm not capable of that, I went overboard and did 18. Which really isn't that long in my eyes...
However, I guess the class benefited me in some way. I'm more OCD about proofreading my work ( Which I never really did before) so that's a plus! Please let me know if you catch any errors though. I'm typing with a new program ( Microsoft Works) instead of Microsoft word so it's kinda different. Wanna know why I made the switch?...BECAUSE I FINALLY RECEIVED MY OWN COMPUTER! THANK GOD! x'D After four years, I can finally write freely whenever I want! YAY!
Also, I want to apologize for the very short chapter this was. I seriously was dying over writing this and my writer instincts told me to stop here, but I'm very sorry of its length :( Next update I'll make it up to you guys, I swear! Actually, expect a long one shot in the near future...like very, very near future.
I guess that's it with my Author's Note that I wish to share with you guys n.n The D&P saga is officially over, wahh D: But the fandom shall live on! I'll make sure of it xD!
Until next time!
