The rest of the flight was fairly normal. Shuichi fell asleep, resting his head on Yuki's arm. He couldn't help but watch as his chest moved up and down in shallow breaths. He's so cute when he sleeps. He thought to himself.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we will be landing in a few minutes, please buckle your seat belts. It's been a wonderful flight, thank you all for flying with us." The pilot called over the intercom. Yuki stroked Shuichi's face with the back of his hand, kissing his forehead. Shuichi's eyes flickered open.
"We're here." Shuichi sat up, rubbing his eyes, and looked out the window. The city of love was just below them.
"This is going to be perfect." Shuichi cooed, nestling into Yuki, who rolled his eyes with a scowl, but put his arm around the younger man anyways.
Shuichi was bursting with energy as they unpacked their suitcases. Usually it got on Yuki's nerves, but this time, it didn't really bother him.
"Um, I have to be at their office by four, so you'll get some time to yourself. But when I get back I have a plan. Oh it's going to be great!"
"What exactly do you have planned?" Shuichi glided to Yuki, placing his hands on his chest.
"If I told you, then it wouldn't be very romantic, would it?" He whispered before raising to his tiptoes and flicking his tongue over Yuki's earlobe. Yuki froze automatically as Shuichi let out a twisted laugh. "See you soon, Yuki." The door closed behind him, leaving Yuki stunned. People always assumed that Shuichi ran over Yuki constantly, controlling their relationship, but the truth was Shuichi never made a single move Yuki didn't want him to make. Silently, Yuki was in charge of his lover's life. So on the rare occasions that Shuichi did things like that, although Yuki would never admit it, it really turned him on.
He sighed, a little upset that Shuichi wasn't there, and slumped back on the hotel bed. His line of vision went straight out the window, where the most magnificent view of the Eiffel Tower could be seen. Slightly inspired, he pulled his laptop from his bags and absorbed himself into his work, hoping the time would pass quickly.
Shuichi was a hit at the fashion mogul. His large, innocent eyes and lithe frame made him perfect for the job. He introduced himself to everyone he met in the building, having the time of his life. In usual Shindou fashion, he was taking it all very lightly. Unlike his beginnings with NG, however, it didn't matter. He was already a famous rockstar, so even if this went bad, it was okay.
"Monsieur Shindou, we would like have the line fitted to you today."
"Yes, yes, of course." Shuichi said, bowing to the head of the fashion line.
"If you'll just follow my assistant, she'll take you to hair and makeup."
An hour later, Shuichi was standing in front of a full body mirror, almost unable to recognize himself. His hair was slightly spiked with gel, but still messy and wild, adorned with feathers. They had put small amounts of makeup on him, mainly mascara and eyeliner. But the outfit, that was what drew Shuichi's eyes in. It was a sleeveless black leather ensemble that curved around his neck with feathers and criss-crossed over his abdomen into shorts that covered only the essentials. To top it off, knee high leather boots.
"I look …"
"Amazing." Shuichi jumped, turning to see who had said it. There was a tall man in the corner, leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets. He didn't fit in with the French people everywhere. He was definitely Asian. He had dark hair and mysterious eyes.
"Well, thanks, but who are you?"
"Me? No one important. They're ready for you, though." Shuichi felt a strange presence from the man, but decided not to think too much about it.
"Oh, thanks." He could feel the man's eyes on him as he walked past.
"Thank you Monsieur Shindou. You have more than fullfilled our expectations. Please, be back here in two days at ten thirty to take the photographs. We will schedule the commercial for next week."
"Of course. And thank you for the opportunity. This is going to be lots of fun!" Shuichi turned to go back to hair and makeup, when an idea struck. "Oh, um...do you think I could ask a favor?"
"Of course, what do you need?"
"Um... do you think I could borrow the outfit for the night?" The board members all whispered amongst themselves for a moment before answering.
"As long as you see that no one photographs it, and no harm comes to the garment."
"Oh thank you!" Shuichi bowed to the group and ran out. He picked up his yellow jacket and pulled it over his body, buttoning it tight so no one could see the outfit. As he was almost at the door, the mysterious man was back in the way.
"Leaving already?"
"Who are you?"
"I told you, no one important."
"Are you Japanese?"
"Are you?"
"Well, duh. But, are you?"
"Maybe."
"Do you have a name?"
"Toshiro."
"So you are Japanese."
"Yes, very perceptive."
"Can I ...uh ..."
"Can you what?" He leaned in, inches from Shuichi's face, making Shuichi nervous.
"... um … leave …"
"Oh. Sure." He stepped to the side, freeing the door. Just as Shuichi was about to run through it, back to the hotel, he felt a hand around his waist. "Here's my number, just in case you get bored while you're here." Toshiro whispered into his ear as he slid a card into Shuichi's hand.
"Huh?"
"I already know everything about you, Shuichi. I know that you like men."
"I'm sorry. You're mistaken."
"I watched the broadcast when Eiri Yuki admitted you were lovers. I told you, I know everything about you."
"Then you know that I don't like men. I love Yuki. He's the only one for me."
"Well, if you change your mind, you know how to reach me." Shuichi wasn't sure what to say, so he didn't say anything. He simply left, running straight to the hotel.
When he opened the door, he found Yuki asleep with his laptop on his chest. As quietly and gently as possible, Shuichi lifted the computer and set it on the desk. There was a story up on the screen.
"This must be his latest story. Hm, he wasn't supposed to be working, this is a vacation." He clicked save and closed the laptop, hiding it in his things. ""Now, time to get ready." He went in the bathroom and removed his coat, giving himself a once over in the mirror. "Damn, I look good." He crept back to the bed, climbing on top of Yuki. "Yuukiii." He cooed into his lover's ear. His eyes fluttered open. "Good morning."
"Welcome back, Shu." Yuki said before kissing the pink haired boy. "You look...different." Yuki noted. "Wait...are you wearing makeup?" Shuichi smiled.
"And I didn't even do it myself, this time!" He laughed. "Do you like it?" That was when Yuki noticed the outfit for the first time. Shuichi was sitting up on his knees now, straddling Yuki. His eyes took in every inch of the younger man's body.
"Stand up." Yuki commanded. Shuichi nodded, sliding off the bed and standing on the side of it. "Where did that come from?"
"It's what I'll be wearing for the shoot. I asked if I could borrow it to show you. Did I do good?" Yuki smiled, moving so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed, legs hanging off. His hand reached up and pulled Shuichi in to his body.
"You did great." Shuichi's face lit up.
"Oh Yuki! I'm so glad you like it!" The blonde's lips covered Shuichi's, their tongues battling.
"Didn't you say you had something planned for us tonight?" Shuichi nodded.
"Right!"