Crimson Roses All Have Their Thorns
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or Attack On Titan.
Chapter 2
Kagome's POV
Opening my eyes, I looked at a white ceiling, not a sound was heard in the house. It made me wonder if anyone but myself was in the house. But then I heard a slap from the kitchen.
"HENTAI!"
I shook my head, Miroku was at it again. When would he ever learn? Does he like getting slapped? Maybe he does, maybe he's a masochist, who knows. The qualities that defined Miroku were complex. You never knew what he was thinking, and when he was thinking it was feeling Sango up.
I rolled out of bed, silently walking to my closet where I picked out my clothes for the day. Black ripped jeans that hugged my hips and thighs, and a tube top that was only held up by multiple strings leaving my back completely uncovered. It was summer, so why should I be uncomfortable sweating my ass off by covering my supermodel body?
Some would think I was conceited. But I really wasn't it wasn't like I opened my mouth and bragged about it. I wasn't that type of person, and when I saw someone getting bullied, I kicked that person's ass teaching them a lesson about picking on the weak.
They never returned to that kid. I even wondered how he was doing. From what I remember of him, he had dark brown hair that looked almost black but I knew the difference. He had bright green eyes with a touch of blue. I didn't know what color they were but they were beautiful. He had tanned skin, was tall, a little toned, and a erotic accent that I could tell was german.
He told me his name, Eren Jaeger. Yes I knew who he was, he attended my high school. I also knew he had a girlfriend named Mikasa Ackerman. I knew the Ackerman's were rather famous. The girl was in a few of my fighting tournaments but she never won. I was the most superior when it came down to the final fight.
She was strong I will give her that much. She actually brought me a challenge. I still won. The girl was distraught that she didn't win, and looked about to cry. I found that people who give into emotions like she does, are weak. They have no place in a fighting tournament.
Last year a guy showed his emotions on his face like an open book. Well in the tournament he was killed. His fighting technique would have worked best emotionless. To separate oneself from their emotions is how you win a fight.
My sensei had taught me if I was going to use my martial arts in a tournament I shouldn't use them to kill. The guy who killed that fighter was arrested and sentenced ten years in prison.
And to think I saw the potential in him when I saw him fight. With all of my thoughts, I didn't even realise that I had arrived at the park. The place was nearly deserted, with only a few kids playing at the playground. Their parents watching from the benches.
In the far distance however was a rather short man with pitch black hair cut neatly into an undercut. I could tell by his well-toned muscles that he must work out from time to time. He had a camera in his hands as he took pictures of the scenery.
Silently I watched him, I was mesmerised, he was gorgeous. I was only a couple inches taller than him so I guessed he stood at 5'3", while I was 5'5".
"Miss, can you sing me a song…" a soft voice of a child standing beiside me, I then realised it was Shippo.
I hadn't realised that I missed him until I saw his red hair, green eyes now standing at my waist in height. He has grown since I last saw him last. I wondered why I never offered him a room at my mansion. Oh yes, that's because he no longer lived in the city.
"I guess I can, I have the time. Nice to see you again, Shippo." I said with a smile, I picked a song I memorised in my head.
It was also a good thing that I brought my guitar with me. I loved to write songs, since I often did that for already existing bands who asked me to write them lyrics. And I did, and now they were number one stars.
You are fine
You are sweet
But I'm still a bit naive with my heart
When you're close I don't breathe
I can't find the words to speak
I feel sparks
But I don't want to be into you
If you're not looking for true love
No I don't wanna start seein' you
If I can't be your only one
[Chorus]
So tell me when it's not alright
When it's not OK
Will you try to make me feel better?
Will you say alright? (say alright)
Will you say OK? (Say OK)
Will you stick with me through whatever?
Or run away
(Say that it's gonna be alright. That it's gonna be OK)
Say OK.
When you call I don't know if I should pick up the phone every time
I'm not like all my friends who keep calling up the boys, I'm so shy
But I don't want to be into you
If you don't treat me the right way
See I can only start seeing you
If you can make my heart feel safe (feel safe)
[Chorus]
When it's not alright
When it's not OK
Will you try to make me feel better?
Will you say alright? (say alright)
Will you say OK? (Say OK)
Will you stick with me through whatever?
Or run away
(Say that it's gonna be alright. That it's gonna be OK
Don't run away, don't run away)
Let me know if it's gonna be you
Boy, you've got some things to prove
Let me know that you'll keep me safe
I don't want you to run away so
Let me know that you'll call on time
Let me know that you'll help me shine
Will you wipe my tears away
Will you hold me close and say
[Chorus]
When it's not alright
When it's not OK
Will you try to make me feel better
Will you say alright? (say alright)
Will you say OK? (Say OK)
Will you stick with me through whatever?
Or run away
(Say that it's gonna be alright. That it's gonna be OK)
Say OK
(Don't run away, don't run away)
(Say that it's gonna be alright. That it's gonna be OK, don't run away)
Will you say OK
(Say that it's gonna be alright. That it's gonna be OK)
The entire time I was singing I didn't notice that the guy with the camera had stopped taking pictures to listen to me. His eyes were wide in awe, his jaw had dropped slightly. His body was tense, and his arms were slack but held on to his camera tightly in one hand.
When I was finished, Shippo grinned. "You still have that talent, my god Kagome your voice is like an angel. Why haven't you become a professional singer?" Shippo asked raising his eyebrow.
"I don't know. I never really thought about it." I said with a shrug.
Levi's POV
I was out at the park once again taking pictures of the scenery. To tell the truth I hated taking pictures that held no meaning to me.
I was a very busy man, and had my standards. I was also looking for a model, that is what Erwin my boss wanted me to find. He said that it would be crucial and bring in more money to his company if a model tried on Hanji's clothes that she designed. Hanji was a fashion clothes designer, and once a year she had her annual fashion show.
I didn't even know why I was doing this for shitty glasses. But I would admit I'm pretty bored with scenery pictures.
Then I heard the most beautiful voice ever, I turned to see who it was. When I saw her, I think my heart stopped beating. She was beautiful, long black blue hair that stopped at her knees, flawless tanned skin, sapphire blue eyes that shined like gems, a heart shaped face with full plump pink lips. She had a supermodel's body that I was sure would put a lot of women to shame.
I like every man out there, noticed a tightness in my jeans. I mentally cursed, I was turned on and just by her looks and body alone. Her voice mesmorised me, my eyes widened in awe and my jaw slackened a little.
Even her voice turned me on, made me even harder if that was possible. I can't believe I got a boner in a fucking park. Would people notice? Then I realised they wouldn't I had my trench coat on that covered my entire body kind of like a cloak.
When she finished singing, the boy had asked her why she didn't become a professional singer. She told him she never thought about it. It was decided she would be my model.
I walked up to her. "Excuse me? I'm Levi Ackerman, and I'm a professional photographer. I'm looking for a model I think you fit the part. Salary is $500 a photo and $1000 a photo shoot."
Why was I telling her this? Would Erwin even pay that much just for a model? $1500 for just a model was a bit much. Erwin didn't even pay me that much for just taking photos. I only earned $1000 a week. Maybe I was looking for an excuse to start complaining about my job? No. I love my job.
The girl looked at me with expressionless eyes, void of all emotion. I couldn't tell for the life of me what she was thinking.
"Okay. When do I start?" the girl said calmly, my eyes widened.
If I was anyone I would have jumped for joy. I finally had my model after months of searching.
"Tomorrow, at 9am." I told her, she nodded, I then handed my business card to her. She grabbed.
I walked away with a smirk on my face. I then decided that no matter what I would get that vixen to be mine. I wanted her there was no telling about it. Though my boner went down when I thought about Erwin in a speedo oh hell that was gross…