AN: Wow. It's been awhile since I updated this story! There were many factors why: my job and writers block. Well, I cut this chapter in two because I don't want to drag you all into a long tedious chapter! Oh yeah, I noticed in themangathat Yuki calls his pal, Kakeru, not Manabe. So, I changed that in this chapter like he always had called him that. However, Machi calls him Manabe. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the bits from this chapter and I hope to get part 2 as quickly as possible!

CHAPTER 9 (PART 1)

"Photographs of the One I Love"

The cool night climate converted into the warm, sunny surrounding as the sun took over the place of the moon. Its rays glistened over the calm waters of the lake as it rose behind a mighty mountain with its sturdy form watching the lake. The sun's calling awaken a new day of new possibilities and unknown fates.

Also awakening, was the inhabitants of a nearby shelter. A shelter standing two levels high enamored with the traditional style of the orient. The bottom level shelters all the communal rooms and a restroom, while the upper level took care of the private chambers and private baths. In the chambers, three of the four young inhabitants arose to their morning routine. As the others bussing around, the one left in their sleeping chambers was…

"Yun-Yun! Get up Hime! Hime! HIME! HI…OW! OW! OW!" A dark-haired teen in dark blue tee-shirt yelped when a painful tug came upon his ear.

"I get it! I am up! You don't have to be so loud early in the morning, Kakeru!" The gray haired boy spoke in an aggravated tone for he preferred late mornings than the period of the rising sun and therefore, disliked being disturbed so early in the day. Once he released the other boy's ear, he shifted slowly to the private bath and slid the door behind him.

"Yun-Yun is really a princess," the other boy thought and laughed to himself.

The day started like the other past days, with the four youths sitting around the kitchen table enjoying morning's meal and converse with one another.

"Kimi wants to model too! Yun-Yun will let Kimi get Kimi's turn?" the brunette in a pink tank top and jean shorts asked, as she brought the last of the main dishes of the morning meal.

"I don't know?" Yuki answered, with a tone of uncertainty in his voice.

"No, Kimi-chan. That magazine wanted a princess' face," Kakeru joked.

"But Kimi's…" Her voice was cut off by an angrier one.

"Who are you referring to as 'princess'?" The referred 'princess' fumed.

"Who else is worshiped on the ground he walked on?"

"Alright, I admit that my presence was a bit farfetched, but it something that I couldn't help!" Yuki exclaimed with a redden face emitted from anger.

"Now you're showing off?" Kakeru continued his argument.

"What if I am?" Yuki fired back and glared at his opponent of dispute.

Bing-Bong
A sound of the doorbell interrupted their moment. Yuki got up from his dining chair and answered the door. In the doorway stood a nicely dressed, middle-aged man in a navy uniform.

"Are you Sohma Yuki-san?" he asked

"I am him," Yuki answered.

"Ah, please to meet you, Sohma-san. I am Maki-san," the man bowed, "I will be your chauffeur to the location of your photography shoot. Also, I was also asked to take your companions too."

"Hai. Arigato, Maki-san. We will be ready in a few."

Yuki turned to his housemates, who were just observing, and informed them to prepare to depart. Everyone scrambled for last minute preparations. The boys retrieved the things they needed, such as their cells and wallets. The girls just retrieved their purses from their bedrooms. The crew headed out the door to face an ivory white limousine with Maki standing beside the back door.

"Kimi feels like movie star!" the girl squealed in delight.

"It's alright," Yuki said in a mild tone.

"Oh, Yun-Yun's rich, so he has been in one?"

"A few times," Yuki said. He looked behind for his girlfriend, who wasn't as excited as Kimi was; for both she and Yuki came from wealthy families. He held out his hand to her. "This will be something to remember," he smiled as they entered the luxurious ride. Kakeru and Kimi followed from behind with excitement written across their faces.

In the limo, Yuki relaxed and enjoyed the air conditioned car on a hottest day of his vacation. The girl next to him, followed his stance. As for the other two, they were exploring the gadgets in the car.

"What does this do?" Kimi asked as she pushed down the switch. The window separating the four from the driver slid downward, revealing the front seat. "Ah, hello driver-san!" Kimi said after she received the answer to her question. Maki just tilt his hat to the girl.

Meanwhile, Kakeru discovered something on his own. "Oooh! A fridge! Lookie!" He opened a small, compact refrigerator on his side of the limo. He pulled out four bottles of green tea for everyone. "Oi, Yun-Yun!" he tossed one to the boy and handed the others to the girls. He opened the bottle and drank its contents. "Aaaa! Now, this is what I call living in luxury!" he remarked while smacking his lips.

"Most definitely," Yuki replied in agreement.

The luxury is not riding in the limousine, but riding with the ones you wanted to be with. Your friends.

Soon, the group arrived at a secluded location on a beach. It was a little further than the beach they went to, awhile back. There were no crowds, only the photographer and his crew. The sand was more whiter than the other beach, although it more rockier. The sun in the clear blue sky, reflected its rays on the bluish-green water. Everyone awed at the beautiful sight, they never seen. Although, Yuki has been to a secluded beach property belonging to his family, he still savored the sight in front of him.

"WELCOME!" greeted a familiar voice. Walking towards, the group was the same, strange, manly person who recruited Yuki. "I AM GLAD YOU COULD MAKE IT, SOHMA-SAN. I AM TAPO-CHAN, THE EDITOR OF FAB MAG !"

Yuki stepped up to greet him. "N-Nice to meet you…Tapo…chan?" He bowed and questioned the suffix at he end. He does not know how to refer this person. Nearby, Kakeru whispered to the girls of his own questioning.

"Is that a man or a woman?" he asked.

"It's best that you don't ask," Machi answered.

"Ah, good point," Kakeru agreed.

"What Kakeru-chan don't know won't hurt," Kimi added.

The questioned person lead the group to the area of the photo shoot and chatting to Yuki about his magazine. It was a magazine targeted to teenaged girls, which was not a surprise to Yuki or anyone else. The boy was completely oblivious to what the person was saying as his heart started to beat faster as they move closer to the area.

I don't know about this. I mean, this is not who I am…

A prince…

…I am not.

"Ah! Konnichiwa, Sohma-san!" a voice retrieved him back into reality. Yuki was standing in front of a young man with sunglasses and a bunch of different kind cameras and lenses hanging from his neck. Behind him, was the rest of his equipment and his crew. "I am Wantu Takashi, your photographer for today." He bowed to the boy.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Wantu-san," Yuki greeted politely with his own bow. The photographer motioned for his crew to meet their star for the day. First up, was a young woman with dark, waist length long hair, tied into a single long ponytail. She was dressed in a light blue tank and light jean shorts with fringes.

"This is Nobe Kira , your hairdresser and make-up artist for today," Wantu introduced as the woman stepped forward with a bow. She winked at the boy as her head lifted from her bow. Yuki nerved at her gesture, for he couldn't conclude if that wink was a flirtatious move or just an innocent "let's work hard" move.

Next, an older woman appeared before Yuki. She was plainer than her younger counterpart with her hair tied into a neat bun and her grayish-blue polo dress. " Here's our costume mistress, Senobi Mira ," Wantu continued his introduction. Mira looked up and down at the boy and smiled.

"I am proud to have you to model my greatest work," she smiled and bowed.

"A-arigato, Senobi-san," Yuki said, still feeling uneasiness. He was nervous of what she had in store for him.

"Finally, there is my equipment crew," Wantu pointed out to a group of men standing behind the group. "You'll learn their names as we move along. Shall we get started?"

"Huh?" The boy was too slow to react to Wantu's promptness. Mira walked behind him and tapped his shoulder.

"The dressing room is this way, Sohma-san," she said as she lead him with her hand one of his shoulders to a large tent.

"O-oh, It's already time?" Yuki nerved. He started to sweat and his heart raced faster as they reached to the tent.

Meanwhile, the group that was left behind cheered him on. "Yay! Yun-Yun's going to be famous!" Kimi sing-songed. "And Kimi's going to be famous too because Yun-Yun will go out with Kimi!" The girl didn't think twice about the other one standing next to her, unresponsive. However, the boy with them had a mouthful of words to say.

"I don't think that will happen, Kimi-chan. Yun-Yun already has someone in mind. Besides, if he did become famous, I'll be the one to reap the profits for selling his pictures!" The boy donned a huge grin as he thought of his plan.

Soon, the gray-haired boy departed the tent and walked over to the makeup station, where Kira was patiently waiting. He was not wearing his own clothing, but something that he doesn't normally wear. As the group walked over to his location, two of the three gasped. The one left over lifted her eyebrows and blushed.

"Oh my! Where's Yun-Yun and what did you did with him imposter!" Kakeru reacted.

"It is me, baka," Yuki said, annoyed by his friend's joke.

"No way! Yun-Yun looks like a pop star!" Kimi chimed. The group was in awe at Yuki's "pop style" attire. The boy was wearing a white shirt, which was barely buttoned all the way, along with a thick, sliver chain and black leather pants. Kira added touchups to his hair and added a little makeup to his eyes and face. Once she finished, her face turned flushed red.

"I-I didn't think he would be any prettier," she said with a hand on her cheek. "How wrong I was…"

"Because he's a princess," Kakeru added. There was a bang to the head at the ended of his comment. The contributor of the bang walked heatedly from everyone, a little embarrassed at his transformation. Everyone was enjoying his model-like self strolling away towards the waves of the beach, except for Machi. She knew something like this would come up.

Just be you, Yuki.

As waves shifted inward and out along the shore, Yuki stared at it as an image of a familiar figure appeared in his mind.

And here I thought, turning into a rat is disgusting…

Is this much worse?

"AH! JE'TAIME MI AMOR!" called out Tapo, who was moving rapid towards Yuki in a fast pace.

Oh, man…or woman…

Yuki still haven't decided on that person's gender. So, to be on the safe side he stepped aside as the person tried to embrace him. Tapo almost toppled over in action, but Yuki grabbed the back of Tapo's shirt to prevent spillage and pulled Tapo up.

"Gomen…I am not used to these type of things…Gomen," Yuki apologized for his sudden movement.

"NONSENSE, YOUNG MASTER! COME! LET YOUR HAIR FALL FOR THE WORLD TO SEE!" Tapo boasted with an boisterous laugh. He grabbed Yuki by the hand and lead him to the cameras ahead.

I don't want to think who that person remind me of…

…Nor I wanted to be reminded of what the world is going to see…