The rest of the 'rehearsal' Luki refused to sing. .. Or even talk, really. He just stated that 'they were made for singing' and 'I'm tired of this shit'. Mikuo pouted silently after his words and pretended to look over his music. Inside he wasn't feeling so hot. People on the street had often told him how absolutely adorable he was and proceeded to pet his ears or feel the fur on his tail. Normally, that got on his nerves.. but now he realized he wanted Luki to do that to him. Or at least notice him with a face that didn't look like he was utterly disgusted.
Eventually, their agents returned – obviously having enjoyed whatever time they spent out and about. Luki was glaring murderously at the floor and Mikuo looked like he wanted to cry. ".. This can't be good." the greaseball stated, running his hands through his hair. "Did you two practice?"
The ninja ignored him and Mikuo nodded very hesitantly – the Megurine told him to lie if they asked, that way they'd still get paid. "Alright, well let's hear i-" Luki interrupted him with a loud growl, "You said stage-kissing. Fucking stage-kissing. What is this?" he demanded, brandishing the crumpled paper. "You fucking liar!" He got to his feet and clenched his hands into fists. He wasn't excited to become part of the music business.. but with Luka hoarding any money she got and Crypton pushing it as well, he couldn't refuse.
The greasy agent held up his hands in defense, "Woah, kid, woah. Let's just.. calm down, alright?" Luki's agent was obviously used to his outbursts because his expression didn't change as he put a hand on the Megurine's shoulder. ".. Luki. You know what I'll do. I'll keep your payments from you. And you know I will." The pink-haired male froze – he knew too well. "I'm willing to increase what you get paid if you do this.." the agent said, a smirk crossing his face. Luki wouldn't refuse when it came to money, and besides, they way things were going.. they were gonna be rich. You could see the gears turning in the Megurine's head as he processed this. "... Fine." he finally spat, folding his arms. "But it better not go any further."
Mikuo's agent let out a small sigh of relief, straightening his clothing. "Alright, well.. tomorrow we've got a photo shoot planned for the two of ya." He paused and turned to Luki, "I except ya to be there. Seven. Right on the dot." Luki looked like he seriously wanted to punch this guy's face in, but he nodded a bit. ".. Good."
-the next day-
Mikuo was put through hours of torturous styling in preparation for the shoot. Brushing, straightening, painting, plucking – his whole body just wanted to collapse. Although, the Hatsune couldn't help but smile to himself as he imagined Luki going through the same thing. There'd be some stylists leaving the building with black eyes today, he was sure of it. He was shoved into some sort of costume while dark, teal eyeshadow was slathered onto his face. .. He had never worn makeup, and now he saw why. Looking at himself in the mirror he simply hated it. It made him look rather haughty, with heavily lidded eyes and an air that no one or anything looked better than he did. He wasn't sure this could be considered a costume either, as headphones resembling butterfly's wings were shoved forcefully onto his head. .. He felt rather scantily clad. His torso was completely bare, revealing the '01' printed in red on his shoulder. "You look like an angel, dear." a stylist gushed before shoving him out of the room.
"Finally!" his agent's face lit up as the Hatsune emerged. "They sure as hell took a long time prettyin' ya up. But I guess it'll all be worth it." "I f-feel violated.." was all Mikuo squeaked, rubbing his eyes.
A loud commotion was coming from the other hallway, leading into the studio. Luki was being dragged by four frightened looking stylists into the room, shouting profanities and threats all the while. "I'm not fucking wearing this!" he hollered, attempting to kick, punch, and bite the hell out of anything that came within reach. The four stylists dropped him and rushed back into their room.. in well, absolute terror. Luki's outfit was equally skimpy, his butterfly headphones askew and a murderous look was pasted onto his face.. along with large amounts of makeup. The Megurine's agent whispered a few harsh words into his ear, which resulted in Luki reluctantly getting to his feet.
Mikuo turned to see what was making so much noise and simply blushed at what he saw for a moment before looking quickly down at his feet. The outfit definitely looked better on Luki, he thought. And the makeup actually made him look.. good? He didn't get it. Everything looked good on Luki. Even that stupid Kuo underwear.
"Where's Hatsune, damn it." the pink-haired male demanded, folding his arm impatiently. "I want to get this over with." The greaseball ushered Mikuo forward so he was standing right beside the Megurine. Luki's jaw dropped slightly at what he saw as he just plainly stared. .. This was a lot better then the oversized clothing he usually wears, he silently decided. The tealette turned redder and looked down. Lucky them, this awkward moment was interrupted by the banging of a door.
"Ted's here~" the male chimed, an expensive looking camera in his hands. His hair was a pinkish red, spiraling down to somewhere around his butt. Err.. he was certainly eccentric. That was the nicest way to describe him. Ted put a finger to his lips as he examined the two singers. "... You two look absolutely gorgeous." he declared, moving them to the white backdrop that was set up.
Luki looked like he wanted to bash the photograhper's head in with his camera then shove it up his ass, but he remained silent. Ted held up his hand. "Five different poses, my dears. That's all. Can you handle it?" He came forward and set Luki down in a fancy looking chair, arranging Mikuo on his lap suggestively. "Hold it..! Now.. look like you want to fuck each other." He looked through the lens of his camera and aimed, "No, Pinky. You look like you want to kill him. … Better, better.. okay!" The light flashed and Luki's expression instantly faded back into one of disgust now that the picture was over. "Good. Now the next one." Ted grinned widely, moving Luki's hands so they were on Mikuo's ass. The Megurine instantly took them away and glared. "The sooner you get along with me the sooner we can be done~" the photographer chimed, placing Luki's hands back and moving Mikuo's legs so they were wrapped around the ninja's waist. .. The Hatsune was just as red as can be, biting his lip and trembling. Luki snickered in response to that. Ted snapped the picture before they could react, "Ooohhh.. perfect. He looks like he's afraid of this.. forbidden love." he said dramatically.
"... Last one!" Ted declared, after taking two more shots. He ran forward and arranged Mikuo and Luki do their mics were hooked together, lips about an inch apart. Mikuo whimpered softly and tried to pull away, but it only tugged on Luki's mic. The ninja grinned wryly.. it was awful fun making Mikuo feel awkward. ".. Tealie. You look like you're going to have an accident. Brighten up, alright~?" Ted chimed, before aiming the camera. "One, two.. good!" he snapped the picture. "Good work lad- oh, I mean.. men~" the photographer said happily, doing a thumbs up before packing up his camera and leaving.
Mikuo whined softly and unhooked his mic from Luki's, backing up. This had been an awkward day. .. As for Megurine, I think he had a boner.