AN: An extension of my 100 word drabble in the last chapter, really.

When the photoshoot started, the sky was clear blue, not a cloud in sight. The model, dressed in jeans and a sleeveless white top, sat on the rocks, giving his usual moody pout to the camera. He looked as though he thought the whole thing was boring and unnecessary, and that, paradoxically, made him one of the most sought-after models in the world. His name was Riku.

Dashing around like a mad thing, moving lights, props, fetching make-up artists and clothes, was the photographer's assistant, Sora. He seemed to be the general dogsbody, whom everyone treated with disdain. On a shoot like this, if you weren't the photographer or the model, you were less than nobody.

A dozen or so pictures had been taken by the time the rain started to fall. It wasn't just drizzle either, it was one of the torrential downpours that affected the area in summer. Everyone ran for the cover of their cars, or the trailer that was being used as a dressing room. Everyone, that is, except Riku, who remained sitting on the rock, looking totally at home there.

"Sora, get him inside. Now." The anguished scream of the photographer sent Sora back out into the rain with an oversized umbrella, with the task of persuading Riku to move. He was unaccountably nervous. He'd never even been allowed to speak to the model before.

"Riku?"

Riku turned his head, long white hair clinging wetly to his face. His bright, aqua blue eyes looked at Sora. "So, you're the poor sod they've sent out here to get me?"

Sora nodded, brushing his hair out of his eyes. The rain had flattened his usual spiky do.

"I'm not going anywhere. It's only rain, I'm used to it. I grew up here, you know."

Gingerly, Sora clambered up the rock to sit by Riku. Half way up, he lost his grip on the umbrella, and watched, dismayed, as it landed in the sea. Riku held out a hand for Sora to take, pulling the brunet up. "I had no idea this is where you were from."

"Well, now you do."

They sat in silence for a while, Riku because that was normal for him, and Sora because he couldn't, for once, think of anything to say. Riku was the first to speak. "Why do you let them all treat you like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like a slave."

"I want to be a photographer, but you don't get jobs like that straight from school. I don't have the experience."

"You'd probably be good at it. Out of curiosity, what would you do here?"

Sora looked away, out over the ocean, anything rather than meet Riku's eyes. "I'd be taking photos now, in the rain. Surely you know how good it makes you look."

"You're not so bad looking yourself. Sora, is it?"

"I'm surprised you know."

"I'm more perceptive than people give me credit for. Everybody's been shouting at you all morning, it would have been pretty hard not to notice." Riku nodded towards the pile of equipment. "They've left a camera behind. Let's see what you can do."

"They'll kill me."

"I'll take the blame. Go on."

Sliding back down to the ground, Sora picked up the camera and switched it on. Out here, there was really no need for artificial lighting - the background was perfect - so he just started snapping pictures.

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Later, still out in the rain, he took the camera over to Riku, so they could both look at the photographs. Riku stood beside Sora, looking over his shoulder. "What do you think?"

"I think I want you as my photographer from now on." Sora almost dropped the camera in disbelief. Riku gently took it from him, set it aside, and tilted Sora's head up so he could look the shorter boy in the eyes. "I think this could be the start of a beautiful relationship."

Riku leaned down slightly and placed a light kiss on an overwhelmed Sora's lips.

"Seriously?" Sora managed to choke out a single word.

"I never say things I don't mean."

AN: The more I write Riku/Sora, the more I like it.