Frappegurl777: Dear readers,

By the way, in the last chapter, you might find it hard to imagine Ryuuzaki and Light wrestling.

Tip: Watch the anime Deathnote and review the scene where the both of them punched each other. Basically, I wanted Ryuuzaki and Light to be good friends. Remember that time when Light lost all his memory about Deathnote? Sure, they had quite intimate moments together. That scene when Ryuuzaki wiped Light's foot with a cloth. (IT was too damn shounen-ai, It made me shiver in horror!!)

BUT rest assured, There won't be any shounen-ai events let alone yaoi in this fanfic cause I'm totally against that! (No offense to gay people. You guys, I mean, you gays are okay.)

I might be responsible for some ecchi stuff back there, just review if it bothers you that much. Though, personally, I think those slight ecchi stuff adds flavor to the storyline.

Just a warning, you might find this chapter boring but promise I'll do my best to make up for it. Anyways, I know that I rated this fanfic normal, but somehow, in the middle of making this, I feel the urge to put some slight cross-over. And please, give me liberty to fill in a few more OCies of mine. (Don't mind?)

In this chapter there is this Gay, fairy god-mother like character who came to be Ayame Nao's guardian and manager. He's very dear to Ayame, so learn to bear with him, yeah? His name's Alan M (Alan Monroe although he prefers being called Alan M or Aunt Alanis)

Woah! That was a long long preview. Okay, Okay, I won't stall any longer.

Last tip: minimize the window so that you don't get confused with all these words in horizontal.

THANKS FOR EVERYTHING! And please review! (+_+)

Chapter 5

Invitations

"Beach party?!"

Ayame said incredulously. Looking at the invitation letter that Alan M just handed to her. Its sand colored paper printed with seashells, starfish and dolphins. Ayame smelled the mesmerizing scent of it. Truly too exquisite that Ayame regretted that it only turned out to be an invitation letter. Do they really spend that much for a mere invitation letter? Isn't it more practical to just call someone and invite him or her? It's a beach party, not a formal one.

"What do you expect? Of course it's a beach party! IT"S SUMMER!!" Mr. Alan M exclaimed, full of zeal.

Alan M. The current guardian and manager of Ayame. Since Ayame's parents work overseas, they left her in his care. He is her mother's best friend, ally, sister and whatever else they call each other. And of course, HE'S GAY.

There he stood in front of her, embellished by tons of accessories on all four limbs. He wore coats and fashion lines form Paris, probably. Those coats scream fur and animal rights, but that's not stopping the stubborn, imperturbable Alan M. His nails also, never missed, also shone bright red. Any person who would see him would have assumed he just got out from the beauty saloon after a whole body make-over. Well, actually, he goes to the beauty saloon every week even if his vibrant polished nails are still intact.

What would you expect from someone who works in the modeling industry for almost three decades?

He suddenly showed up at the door of their suite minutes ago just after Light and Ryuuzaki left. It was already half past ten and Ayame was getting more and more tired.

"There's food, right?" Ayame asked hopefully eyeing her guardian.

"That's why it's called a party, duh!" Alan M said and with all his gay pride, he flicked his bright, orange curly, short hair from side to side. Ayame could've sworn she saw gold dust falling away from his locks. You know that kind you might see from Tinkerbelle. (That fairy from the movie Peter Pan)

"Fine, I'll go."

What else could she say? It's to be expected after all. The life of a celebrity involves parties, and lots of them. Not that Ayame was looking forward to the crowd. It was the food that she's always after…Boys? Eww. Ayame's quote would go:

It's better to be a GLUT, than be a SLUT!

Ain't that right? Tell me I'm right!

"What about Misa?" Alan M asked.

Alan M peered around the room searching for Misa, and there she was on the floor in the middle of the living room next to the sofa. Misa's face lied flat on the ceramic tiled floor. She probably rolled over and fell down from the sofa. Alan M turned to Ayame and shot her with an inquisitive eye, clearly demanding for some explanation.

"Hangover… She's too heavy to carry around so I just left her there." Ayame defended nonchalantly.

Alan M did an expression making his fat lips form into an O as a sign of understanding. It reminded Ayame of a janitor fish. Ayame bit back a grin.

"Alright. Then I expect the two of you would be at the party this Sunday. It starts at nine so don't be late."

"Yeah, yeah…"

"And dear, I want you to wear this!"

Alan M reached inside his super over expensive Gucci handbag. (Must have cost him 1000 dollars? 3000 dollars, maybe?) Then he flung a very sexy and stunning red swimwear bikini in front of Ayame.

"Wha??".

"Surprise! It's compulsory for model in the agency to wear a bikini!" Yeah, Ayame was surprised, but not too happy either…

"Since when?!! And here I was thinking that a one-piece swimsuit would suffice..." Ayame pouted.

"Nope. Especially not in your case! You are one of the most famous and newest celebrities around, so naturally we would like you to look your best in this occasion. We expect nothing less from you, Ayame. Besides, it would be such a waste not to expose that porcelain hide of yours!"

Alan M held Ayame's hand to closer for him to look at her skin. And he looked kind of envious.

Ayame imagined herself in a bikini. Oh GOD! Her huge ass would be so exposed!!! Totally! Does she really have to wear a bikini? As if it wasn't hard enough to keep smiling in front of the camera just wearing those. Up until now, she would change clothes right after the shoot because she's too embarrassed to wear bikinis around live people. And now she was asked, no wait, forced to wear them the whole day! NO!

"Uhh… I'm not much of a bikini person… Could I just… like wear my one-piece… "

Ayame gestured her head in the direction of her closet, where her one-piece swimwear must have been buried under a pile of various apparel. Even if she says so, she still wouldn't wear it. It's just another excuse made up for her to avoid wearing those preposterous pieces of red cloth Alan M's holding.

"NO MORE COMPLAINTS! Just wear the damn thing cause it'll look good on you!!" Alan M instructed firmly as he used his hand on Ayame's chin to turn Ayame's head, making her face him once more.

Alan M sighed and more calmly said,

"C'mon. Misa will be there, too. So don't worry about people looking at you. She'd absorb all the attention like a sponge!"

He handed the bikini to Ayame and then turned or more like frolicked around to the door. He always had his way when it comes to arguing with Ayame. As if Misa wasn't enough. He was one of those people who have the power to nag Ayame to death.

Alan M was, after all the one who introduced Ayame to the modeling world. Thanks to his connections, Ayame was able to become a model. It's not that Ayame disliked the clothes; it's wearing them that make her uncomfortable. And not to mention the attention she was getting because of her job. She always wanted to keep a low profile, but being a celebrity doesn't give her that comfort.

Alan pushed her into this career. He said it was the quickest, simplest and most enjoyable way to earn money. Ayame wanted money so badly. And modeling gave her that much.

What is it that money could provide her that she wants so bad? FOOD. What else? (laugh)

Another thing, she's not good at anything else aside from playing volleyball and being sarcastic.

So it all comes down to Ayame agreeing to be a model. And this time, again, she would have to concede. Concede to wear the bikini.

"Well then…I'll be seeing you at the Beach Party, so don't disappoint me!" he said cheerfully. He sat beside Ayame on the sofa and placed a warm hand on Ayame's shoulder then he said,

"And tell you what! I will treat you to some restaurant if you wear the bikini. How does that sound?"

Alan M, always the one to compromise. One of the reasons why Ayame's mother, Laurel, labeled him as her best friend. (And that was like, What? Twenty years ago?)

The same reason why she agreed to let Alan M be her guardian. For Alan M takes care of Ayame pretty well and he's also a very good motivator.

Ayame smiled at Alan M. "You know me all to well, Uncle Alan."

"How many times do I have to tell you? Call me AUNT ALANIS!" Alan M's face flushed red even if it was clearly just an act. Ayame couldn't help but laugh. Then, she felt Alan M's pocket vibrate since he was sitting next to her.

"Oh, there goes my boyfriend! He's so impatient." Alan M answered his phone impatiently.

"You have a boyfriend?"

"Yes, in fact, He's waiting for me outside the door." He quickly said to Ayame then resumed talking to his boyfriend on the phone. "Fine, fine, Alright I'm going to come out now, geez!"

He pushed the call end button and turned to Ayame. "That's my cue. I have to go." Alan picked up his precious Gucci bag and hung it around his broad shoulders. MAN SHOULDERS.

"By the way, every model should bring at least one friend to the party. The more the merrier! Tell Misa about that, I'm sure she'll bring her boyfriend, Sight, with her."

"His name is Light, Alan."

"Uh, yeah whatever! You, Ayame, should bring your boyfriend, too."

"I don't have a boyfriend. Since when did I ever have a boyfriend?" Ayame replied with narrowed eyes.

"Oh really, now? Then who was that you were with at the cinema?" Alan M lifted his thin, light brown eyebrows at her. His thickly rouged lips curled up, as well.

"WHAT?! How did you…?" Ayame abruptly stood. Ready to defend her self but before she could speak, Alan M cut her off.

"It's not only young people like you who watch Twilight, you know."

Alan M's phone started vibrating again, even more furiously in Ayame's opinion. "Oh, Darn! I'm off! Bye now!" He kissed Ayame on the cheeks and hugged her quickly.

He waved his fully accessorized hands at her as he closed the door behind him.

The suite was quiet, now that Alan M's gone and Misa is down on the floor.

Ayame read the invitation on her hand. Printed in Rainbow colored Italized letters, it read:

'Eighteen' Magazine anniversary.

Beach Party at Konoha Beach Club. (Hmmm, sound familiar?)

Starts at 8 in the morning this Sunday,

18th of May.

Looks like I would be seeing Ryuuzaki, again. She involuntarily smiled at the thought of him. For awhile, Ayame stood there in the middle of the room contemplating.

"SNORE….."

Snap! Why am I smiling? Am I that happy to see him again? No, no, no. He's a new friend. Just a friend! No, wait; friend is such a strong word! Acquaintance! Yeah, that's it! JUST AN ACQUIANTANCE and he only happened to be my set upped date. What's more? He was only forced to do so, in the first place. So, why in the world, would he ever want to date with her again? He was not the social type to be interested in such things. Just like I am!

In conclusion, I'm not gonna take Ryuuzaki or anybody at all as my date/ friend to that beach party!

Ayame scrutinized Misa, whose snoring soundly down the floor. She poked Misa's head. No response. Is she dead? Drunk and Dead (she might have hoped) But that's bad Ayame, says her angel conscience.

Then again…

Ryuuzaki…. Yes. He looked so surprised, slightly mad and maybe even guilty, back at the kitchen. Then he left so suddenly without saying goodbye to her. Was something bothering him? Was it her? Did she do something wrong? Or say anything wrong? Was he angry with her? If so, what was he so angry about?

Ayame blinked and slapped herself.

Crap! I'm thinking about him again…


The next morning…

Hours of vigorous searching and mouse clicking, Ryuuzaki just made a computer file all about Ayame. There he stored innumerable pictures of her, magazine articles, and commercial videos. And Ryuuzaki was relieved not to find any scandals about her so far.

Ryuuzaki mindlessly clicked on his mouse and viewed a slide show on Ayame's pictures all from volleyball uniforms to bikinis.

Hmmm…She looks good in that picture…and that picture…also that one…Why is it that every picture of her is good?

"What are you watching..?" Lights face showed up beside Ryuuzaki as he said these words creepily.

"WHAT THE!!" Ryuuzaki instinctively closed his laptop so hard, it made the table shake.

Wait? Why am I hiding? What's wrong with researching about a person whom you just dated? That was normal, right? But then again, Light might accuse me for being a pervert. Might as well keep this file a secret. Just to be sure.

"Just researching. Nothing important, really."

"Is that so?" Light asked curiously. And his face, the same face he showed Ryuuzaki when he saw him with Ayame by the sink. It was getting on Ryuuzaki's nerves. He was getting a lot more eager to wipe that smug and knowing smile off Light's face.

"A not so important research considering that it took you all night to search about it." Light added.

Gulp!

Ryuuzaki gulped finding it hard to swallow his own saliva. He's dehydrated.

Slightly nervous, Ryuuzaki struggled to keep his face blank and voice calm, and then asked.

"How long have you been standing there?"

"Not long enough, I suppose…"

Ryuuzaki decided to change the subject. Ridding him self with all this awkwardness.

"What time is it?"

"Its 9 am in the morning. And your morning coffee is getting cold."

"Oh, Ok. Ummmm…"

Both of them stood in their respective spots. Eyes of black colliding with hazel ones, but none of them moved until Ryuuzaki decided to speak.

"You can go first." Ryuuzaki turned back to his laptop, gripping it just a little bit tighter, in case Light tries to snatch it to find out what he was trying to hide.

Smirk. That was all Light could express and then he moved quietly out of the room, arms crossed.

Phew…That was close…Light looked disappointed. That must mean he didn't see the pictures.

Ryuuzaki turned off his laptop (at last) and followed Light outside into the sitting room. Ryuuzaki and Light sat opposite each other and both sipped their corresponding coffees. Ryuuzaki made a peculiar face. Unpleased he was with his cold and bitter coffee, he put it back down the table and predictably added sugar cubes into it. Doesn't matter if it's called as long as it's sweet!

"Misa called." Light finally spoke, breaking the all too quiet tension between them. "She's inviting me to go with her to this Beach Party."

"Okay." said Ryuuzaki as he brought the cup to his lips.

"Misa said that Ayame, also, wanted you to come. As her date." Light added. The very sentence made Ryuuzaki choke on his coffee. He almost spilled the beverage. Light quietly smiled, seemingly pleased with him self and amused by Ryuuzaki's reaction. He only ignored Ryuuzaki to his coughing. Does he even care if Ryuuzaki died by aspiration? No, he's too merciless. And what a stupid way to die! Drowning on his morning coffee.

"So are you coming?"

"You've got to be joking?! Why me, of all people?"

"Just think of it as another double date. Moreover, this will give you a chance to apologize to Ayame. Wouldn't you want to apologize for your rude behavior last night?" Light remarked.

"…."

Ryuuzaki didn't say anything but only nibbled on his thumb. Thinking deep deep deep…

"Well?"

"You're right… It's the best opportunity for me to apologize to her."

"Right!"

"When is this beach party?"

"Tomorrow."

Things were going too fast. Even for Ryuuzaki. Driven by conscience, Ryuuzaki set his mind straight to apologize to Ayame. Whatever it takes, he is apologizing! Be a man! NO fear! Confident? Hmmm, not so.

"Okay then, tell Misa I agreed."

Light looked at Ryuuzaki intently with a raised eyebrow and a sneer. "Why don't you call Ayame herself?"

He pressed a few buttons on his cell phone to make a call and handed it to Ryuuzaki.

"How about, you talk to her now?"

"HEY!" Ryuuzaki panicked. What was he going to say? Ayame is going to answer the call anytime now…

Whatever! He had to say something. SOMETHING!

"Hello? Who's this?"

"Uh.. Hello, Ayame?"

"Yes. Who is this?"

"It's me Ryuuzaki."

"Oh! Hi! Where'd you get my number? I don't recall you asking me for it."

"This is Light's phone I'm using. Misa probably gave him your number."

"Really?... Excuse me for a second."

There was a clacking sound from the other line. Ryuuzaki could hear Ayame yelling.

"DAMN IT, MISA! Don't just give my number to anyone! I know Light is your boyfriend, but that doesn't mean you could just give away my number without my permission! Do you hear! That's completely against my right to privacy! "

Another clack sound. She must've tried to cover the phone in order to prevent Ryuuzaki from getting deaf. She's unbelievably considerate in her own little way.

"Okay. So, why the sudden call Ryuuzaki?" Ayame asked, her voice suddenly calm from all that yelling.

"Light said that Misa said that you are inviting me as your date for this Beach Party tomorrow."

"WHAT? HE DID? I MEAN SHE DID? DAMN IT!!! MISA!!!" Once again, Ayame yelled to Misa, too furious to cover the receiver this time.

Ryuuzaki couldn't make out Ayame's indistinct rumbling and arguing with Misa. Ayame sure has a short fuse. It seems that Misa was setting him and Ayame up for date number two. Ryuuzaki thought anxiously, a knight to aid her in her mischievous schemes

"So Sorry, Ryuuzaki. Sure you can come… If you want to."

"Yes. I am willing to go."

"Oh! Great then! See you there! Just call me, okay?"

"Sure."

Call ended. Ryuuzaki turned to Light and said, "Happy now?"

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