It's A Small World
Featuring Yukimura, Yanagi, Jackal, Atobe, Sanada, Tezuka; various others.
"Tomorrow it's Milan, two days later, Japan." Yanagi speaks softly, low enough that he could be talking to himself, but Yukimura hears him, mostly because he's listening for it. "Then Australia. Then back to New York."
"A week and four different countries," Yukimura comments, his mouth twisting. He glances to Kuwahara, on his left. "Are you used to travelling this often?"
"Not like this," Jackal responds.
"A new place every other day."
"Adjusting to the time zones is the hardest," Yanagi murmurs. "But it's manageable. In Milan, there's a show and a photo shoot. In Japan, two shows and a party-"
"The same thing, over and over again. Who will be there?"
"In Milan, Tezuka and Atobe-"
"They're constants," Yukimura tells him. "I know they'll be there. Who else?"
"What makes you think I would know?" Yanagi asks, lifting his eyes from the papers he holds.
Yukimura simply stares back at him. "Renji."
Yanagi's lips curl into a half-smile. "Echizen and Niou in Milan; Kikumaru, Kirihara, Kajimoto. Ohtori-"
"The new model?"
"Yes, the new one. He'll be there. No one else of any importance, as for the models. Oshitari is covering it for Sanada."
"So I can expect to have a pervert staring at me," Yukimura says. "What a thing to look forward to."
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"You look divine," Atobe says and drapes an arm around Yukimura's shoulder. "Is it a new design, Tezuka?"
Yukimura shoots Tezuka a quick glance, and tries to shrug Atobe's arm off, fails and finally moves away.
"Yes," Tezuka says, and looks away from Atobe and Yukimura; he avoids looking at Yukimura a lot anymore, because every time he looks at Yukimura, he thinks he sees Fuji just beyond, and remembers that night. And when he is watching a model dress, it isn't a good idea to remember what he looks like, getting fucked.
Tezuka clears his throat and shoves a folder at Atobe, nods to the door. Atobe might be just as vested in the clothing, in the models, as Tezuka is himself, but Tezuka never tolerates the man behind the scenes.
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"Missing Fuji?" Atobe asks, when he finds Yukimura half-hidden behind a horrendous plastic green plant. Tacky, he thinks, but doesn't say it, and instead joins Yukimura.
"As much as you are missing Genichirou," Yukimura responds; he smirks when Atobe frowns, although the looks on both faces are quickly cleared.
"Then you must not be missing him at all." It's a lie, and they both know it, but Atobe refuses to admit that he might miss someone and Yukimura doesn't refute him, although there's a slight smile hovering about his lips that Atobe doesn't like.
He can't say anything about it though, because Yukimura's interrupting him, and he forgets what he was going to say about the smile when he hears what Yukimura has to say.
"Oshitari is on the prowl tonight," he mentions and nods to the man he refers to, halfway across the room. "If you're missing Genichirou, he might be a good substitute."
Atobe glares at Yukimura, feels his lips tighten and his jaw clench without even thinking about it, poised to say something, but he can't get the words out, and in the moment it takes for him to recover his composure, Yukimura's gone.
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"He's just going to use you," Atobe snaps at Sanada, who only shrugs and goes back to shuffling papers. "Use you to get famous and then kick you to the ground."
"If he's using me, then I am using him," Sanada tells Atobe, and for a moment there, Atobe's forgotten about Sanada's preferences for the pretty boys, with their wicked smiles and untouchable attitudes.
"You're an idiot," Atobe snaps, and stomps off, but not before he hears Sanada's parting words.
"You've called me worse."
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"He's using you and Genichirou and probably Fuji," Atobe tells Tezuka, grabbing the bottle of water the designer is holding. "You'll regret using him as a model one day."
Tezuka's even worse than Sanada, Atobe thinks, because he simply walks away, says nothing. And Yukimura is there, smiling at him again; this time a smile too sharp and knowing.
His new bodyguard and his manager are behind him and Atobe doesn't even acknowledge them, just continues staring at Yukimura, as the model walks past.
"I do hope to see you in Australia," Yukimura mentions. "Maybe a few more rounds and you'll win the word play."