Author's Note: Yo! I'm back! It has been months since I've posted this story and months of reading tons of fanfics and bumming around. Chapter 1 is supposed to be longer that this but I'm too lazy to type all of it at once so basically this is one-half Chapter1. This is story is supposed to be humor genre and me wanting Soubi to have a job like normal people do and being a model is just one random idea to create an interesting plot where Soubi is popular and have to hide from the public the fact that he was in love with a 12-year-old boy or else be labeled as a homosexual pedophile. It just kept slipping into drama.

Anyway, I just want you to know I hate pedophiles and think they are the worst scums on earth. I just like Soubi because he had said that he would wait for Ritsuka for a few more years. And who can't help falling for this guy? So don't expect any "stuffs" between them here except kisses.

Soubi won't be a model until further updates.

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Chapter 1.1
"So, Soubi-kun," the woman leaned over the counter exposing and emphasizing her assets from within her white tube top. Taking off her shades, she eyed Soubi seductively, "I heard you're an art student, care to paint me…nude?"

Soubi wondered where the hell did all those people have heard about him, trying to ignore the choking sounds coming from his fellow co-worker who has overheard her. As he punched in the prices on the cash register, he though back about the number of customers they had who tried to flirt with him and somehow gotten hold of information on his background, such as his name, his age and his interests.

"That would be 9,567 yen," Soubi informed their customer smiling courteously.

An eyebrow rose up, the woman glared at the blond cashier for a few seconds before sighing and rolling her eyes. She isn't stupid not to notice his blatant dismissal of her.

"Can't blame a girl for trying," she told him paying up for the clothes she bought. She flipped her hair at him and smirked before leaving, swaying her hips as if to remind him of what he had missed. Too bad though, Soubi never noticed this as his mind had wandered over a certain 12-year-old, dark-haired boy. Soubi looked down at his watch. By this time, Ritsuka would still be at school. He suddenly has a strong urge to see Ritsuka's face. It has been a week since they saw each other and although they had talked on the phone every night, he still terribly missed his sacrifice. He would have to drop by Ritsuka's place later, he decided, hoping that he could still "borrow" (without permission) the Aoyagi's ladder to climb the balcony.

'Huh' something hit him on the head effectively cutting off his thoughts. He looked down to see a teddy bear near his feet where it fell after interrupting him on his one of his "Ritsuka-related-broodings"

"Sou-chan shouldn't be daydreaming at work," a sweet voice admonished him and he turned around to see a little girl dressed in a ridiculously cute pink dress and a ridiculously cute frowning expression. Soubi picked up the teddy bear and return it to her.

"Sumimasen"

The blond fighter knew not to cross this cute little girl who is actually his 31-year-old-midget-okama-employer(1). This employer of his might be puny but a formidable sacrifice who is part of a pair widely known in Japan to people who knew their world.

"But you shouldn't throw Kuma-chan around or he might get mad at you, Hanamoto-san," Soubi told "him" before returning back to his work and facing the awaiting customer who was blushing and stuttering at the presence of a gorgeous blond man. The fighter felt a slight satisfaction as he heard the desperate pleas for forgiveness of his employer from the teddy bear.

"A-a-arigato!" stuttered the customer who practically fled once she's done purchasing, too shy and too embarrassed.

A guy dressed in tight leather stepped forward, placing his items on the counter and eyeing Soubi like some piece of meat. A very juicy piece of meat, Soubi believed since he just saw the guy licked his own lips. The blond-fighter-turned-cashier sighed defeatedly, he still has a few hours to go before his shift ends.

Ritsuka winced as his mother pulled the remaining shard of glass embedded on the palm of his hand. No matter how many times it had happened to him, Ritsuka wondered why he still wasn't used to the pain, although he could control his reactions.

When Seimei was alive, similar scenarios had happened that had prompted his brother to dispose any glasses, ceramics or breakable objects inside the house. But now that he's dead no one could take precautions such as that for Ritsuka's safety. The young Aoyagi could certainly not prevent his mother from buying such stuffs that seems fond of breaking on her fits of hysterics and Ritsuka has the knack on falling towards them whenever her mother pushes him or slaps him.

Biting his lower lip, Ritsuka quietly waited for his mother to finish treating his wounds. This is a natural occurrence on the Aoyagi household. His mother would beat him when she find or notice something un-Ritsuka(her mother still clung on the previous Ritsuka he was before he got amnesia) on him and then profusely begged him afterwards for forgiveness. When he would say its okay, his mother would then proceed to treat the wounds and bruises she caused. Looking down at his hand now being bandaged, he knew they would leave scars. Small, thin, white scars, unnoticeable since his skin was so pale. But it would still be there, like any other scars on his body he had acquired, if one closely inspects it.

Ritsuka thought he should still be grateful that he could hide most of them under his clothes and whatever wounds he might have that he can't prevent others from seeing can be pass off as a result of some random accidents. That had earned the boy a rather infamous reputation for being clumsy and accident-prone.

"You!" his mother shrieked, and Ritsuka wasn't surprised when his hair was pulled back painfully, forcing him to look up at the wild and crazed expression on his mother's face.

"Don't ever see that adult again!" Misaki hissed. "Ritsuka should never talk with adult stranger."

"Y-yes Mom," Ritsuka replied, trembling. Despite the fact that he should get used to it, he couldn't control the slight fear that crawls through his skin. Seemingly satisfied, Misaki let go of her grip on him and carressed his cheeks dazedly before hugging her son tightly that the boy could barely breathe.

"I won't let anyone take Ritsuka away from me!" she declared her eyes determined yet unfocused.

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(1) okama - japanese term for crossdresser

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