Hi everyone, I promised an update by the end of the month and technically I'm only late by a couple minutes. I'm thinking the first and last 3 days of a month are probably a good time that I'll update.
In the last month and a half, many developments have occurred.
First off, Axel asked Roxas out on a date. Roxas, of course, declined. Then Reno started going to the club a little more frequently, not that Roxas recognized his older friend anyway (we'll get to that in a moment). Sora and Riku started getting sickeningly mushy, Wakka and Xaldin had gone on an unofficial date, Roxas had gone on a solo performance and done fairly well, and Demyx had hooked up with Cid when they were both in a drunken stupor after work one night.
That is the basis for the large amount of drama about to take place in this large "House of Whores" as Axel would jokingly put it. In order now: Here is the story of how Reno is a special, special boy.
"Reno! Dude, I've been waiting for ten minutes. Get your ass in that car right- "Cloud stopped as soon as he had opened the door that led to Reno's kitchen. "Ugh! What the fuck man?"
"Yo! Knock, Bitch!" Reno had turned around with a fairly angry face and wearing a very short, very skin-tight, black dress.
"Are you seriously going to go to the club in that?" Cloud wasn't even phased, for this was completely normal on Reno's part. He just walked over to the fridge and grabbed a beer from the colony forming inside.
"No, I'm going into the club in this." Reno emphasized by grabbing his camera from the counter and slinging it around it his neck, effectively catching it on the long tail of hair.
"Okay. Well, you kind of look like a drag queen at this rate. Hmmm…" The front door could be heard slamming as Leon made his way through the red head's home. "Hey, doesn't he look like a drag queen?" Cloud offered the question to the dumbfounded Leon, who hadn't been made privy to Reno's slightly unusual habits.
"I'm not a fucking drag queen! I'm undercover!" Reno shouted, huffing as he crossed his arms against his chest.
"You're undercover?" Leon was getting a little creeped out as was indicated by his hovering at the doorway to the kitchen.
"Yes, people take more kindly to seeing women taking photos at a club full of half-naked teens than a man. Wouldn't you be creeped out if you saw an older guy creepin' on teenage kids, mostly boys at that, dancing in almost non-existent clothing? I totally would. So female it is." Okay, so maybe Reno had a point. That was, in truth, a fairly okay way to justify what he was doing, but it still didn't make Leon any less creeped out. Cloud was, however staring at Reno intently trying to figure out the issue. This made Leon even more annoyed, of course.
"Dude. Quit scaring my boyfriend. I think I've decided what would fix this complete and total scam you're attempting, though. Pull your hair into a higher pony-tail." Reno did as was requested and Cloud smiled at his handy work. "Okay, seeing as we're currently over twenty minutes late, get in the fucking car, Mr. Drag Queen." Cloud grabbed his best friend and lover by their wrists and marched all three out the door.
"I think I'd prefer 'Mr. Sexy Man'" Reno emphasized this with the overly cliché spreading of his hands like there was a giant neon sign hanging up with said name on it.
"Is he okay… you know… in the head?" Leon whispered in Cloud's ear once they were in the car and had the music high enough for Reno to not over hear.
"Hmm… that's pretty debatable." Cloud pondered aloud.
The car ride to the club was rather uneventful, besides the gross butchering of pop songs by the fun-loving Reno. Once there, though, the trio got in line to await the arrival of their turn to walk through the doors pulsing with music. It was, surprisingly, only a half hour wait for how late they were. Though, if Reno thought about it, couples would probably be coming later in the night after their Valentine's dinners.
Half the night passed with Reno taking pictures and the other half passed with Reno getting a little too caught up in the music and loosing himself to dancing. Of course, when a particularly moving scene popped up, Reno always got a jolt reminding him to get the camera in his hands and capture that moment. No exceptions. None. At. All. Except maybe that very sexy female right in his way. Hmm… thinking about it, they aren't gorgeous in the traditional curved kind of sense, more like the sensual way they were writhing to the music, layered feathery hair flying every which way with the shake of her head. Snap. Snap, snap, snap. Reno was taking pictures of only that singular figure now. She was swaying to the beat, looking like she had been taken over by the sounds. Reno just kept pushing his finger down onto the button, capturing moments quickly and swiftly the focus only on her.
He looked through the viewfinder and as he took the picture, noticed she was staring directly at him with an intense gaze. He looked back up to the real world and saw the girl swinging her way to him through the crowd and he met her halfway. Reno was surprised, as all she grabbed his camera that was around his neck and forced him to follow her away from the crowd and down a side hallway he recognized. That hall led up to the "VIP" and "Others" section how did this girl just waltz past all the guards without flashing a single thing? He was getting a little suspicious when the girl opened the door to an office and shoved Reno in, locking the door behind her. Hmmm… that was a little hot. Not that Reno ever dreamed of finding someone who could make him submit to their will. No, never.
Reno turned around to face the girl, only to be shoved into a chair next to the desk and effectively ravished by the strong girl. It was a bit overwhelming, but Reno fought hard in an already lost war.
"Ummm…if you're a lesbian, I just thought you should know I'm a guy." Reno breathed out after he got air from the intense make out that they'd both just experienced. The girl only stood there and started laughing full on for at least a minute.
"Dude. I'm a dude, just in case you're not gay or bi, but considering that getup, I guess you'd have to be!" Now that Reno was closer, the deceptively pink feathery hair was more womanly but there really was nothing else too feminine about this, sexy, gorgeous…man in front of him. Sure, it was women's style clothing but it was suited to the thinly muscled man more than a skinny, barely there girl.
"Oh. Well, I guess we don't have a problem then, " Reno was all smiles until he felt the caressing touches furthering their way up his back. ",unless you continue taking my camera off my neck." At this point Reno held a angry, regarding look at the man that was mere inches away from him.
"Chill. I actually brought you back here to look at the pictures. You seem to be very good." The man brushed his hand against Reno's face while he whispered the words straight into Reno's ear, barely letting his breath ghost across the flesh, while the long hair tickled Reno's exposed shoulders.
"Good? I'm the best Mofo with a camera out there! I'll prove it to ya too! Here's move a little bit." Reno slid the man out of his way and rolled the chair around to the computer on the desk and took the memory card out, effectively depositing it in the built-in card reader on the tower. While they waited, the man took it upon himself to slide another chair as close as possible to Reno while pretending to oversee the use of the computer.
"So, what's your name?" The man linked his arm through Reno's and cuddled up.
"Reno. And what is the name of the wonderful company in my presence tonight?" Reno buffed up and started talking in a horridly fake posh accent.
"Marluxia. The computer's ready." Reno had been staring intently at the dark blue eyes and Marluxia had a sudden urge to divert the attention. Not to mention he wanted to see the photos he'd been watch being taken all night.
~xXx~
"Woah! No one ever gets good pictures of me!" Marluxia was excited, you could tell. Reno was acting quite professional, showing off all the lighting and fantastic use of focus that brought out an immense depth of field in the photos. They were both currently staring at the picture of Marluxia staring intently at the camera, only his face in focus and everything else blurred out, the last photo taken so far that night. It was amazing and even Reno had to recognize that it was one of the sexiest, most provocative, most intense photos he had ever taken.
"Do you want a job? I realize you've probably been snatched up already or something, but would you mind coming and taking promo pictures every Saturday, to put on the next week's fliers?" Marluxia was looking at the computer and still hadn't let go of snuggling Reno's arm in the two hours they'd been in that room.
"I'm just freelance right now, so I think I'd love to accept that offer. Wait. Isn't the owner the only one allowed to offer out jobs?" Reno got up and looked a bit confused for a moment before it actually hit him.
"I am the owner, silly. Now come here, I was hoping you'd say that." Marluxia stood and grabbed Reno, pulling the man to him and basically ravishing the hell out of that boy's mouth. Not to mention the sensual had sliding down the hips and back up the hips and around and behind and dangerously close to down there.
Just then Reno's phone rang out through the office with a happy victory tune, annoying them both until they broke it apart so he could answer.
Reno flipped it open, looking apologetic towards Marluxia. "Hey. Wha- Oh. Okay. I'll be right there. Bye." Reno started gathering all his stuff up hurriedly, "I've gotta go, and Roxas'll prob'ly not be here t'morruh." Reno frantically scribbled his number on the sticky note sitting on the desk. "Call me, noon-ish. See ya later." And out the door to the front, and to Leon's car Reno went. Heading home to pick up Roxas and head to the airport.
"Well… that sure was strange. Wonder what he meant about Roxas… I guess it really is true about the 6 degrees of separation, then." Marluxia smiled to himself and just lazily plopped back into the chair, fantasizing about a certain redheaded cross dresser.
~xXx~
When Reno got home and looked at the photos from the past few clubbing nights later on, on his big screen, he realized that Marluxia was in the background of a good number of photos.
Was it bad that he found it cute that the man had been stalking him, and not going after him because he thought he was a girl?
Thank you so much for reading, please don't forget to review!
I'm serious, those last couple reviews really made me smile and it helped me figure out what to write for this chapter.
-CONTEST-
Alright, so by the end of April is the deadline.
The actual contest is I want you all to submit ideas for random fillers to be used in the story.
Because I have some great ideas! I just need some ways to get there.
So, lovely readers, come up with ANYTHING that could possibly happen in real life(no aliens or vampires unless in a movie) and I'll keep it tabbed from who of what they'll do.
You could even ask for characters to be introduced and how! (I've currently got a working list of 25 characters but not all of them have been introduced yet and you could help me decide how!)
Thank you all so much for the encouragement and help to make the writing better.
(Even if I feel this chapter's a little bit rushed.)
-Thanks, Ice