Stephenie Meyer owns all Twilight Characters, Storyline of YamaNada owned by Tomoko Hayakawa.

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The photographer sifted through the frames on his laptop.

"No." He said critically as he pressed for the next one. This was getting ridiculous. It was obvious that the girl didn't want to be photographed, so they might just as well call it a day.

"Are you okay, Bells?" Carlisle asked, kneeling next to Bella as she sat miserably on a bench. She didn't enjoy being photographed and she wanted to explore.

"I want to leave, but some of me doesn't want to leave here," Bella said unhappily.

"Don't worry, we'll come back here some other day for you," Carlisle promised. The photographer stared at Carlisle. There was a way. He could, but that was humiliating for Carlisle, but if it got him his shoot then it was worth it...

"Get him into make-up now!" the photographer commanded his make-up artists. They eagerly grabbed a confused Carlisle and then pulled him gently from the room.

"I'm actually quite worried about Carlisle," Emmett said whilst biting his lip.

"I'm curious, let's wait," Jasper replied. Bella gave them a sour look. She knew what was being planned.

Twenty minutes later, Carlisle was ready for a photo shoot. He was covered in foundation and was wearing lip gloss and mascara. He was also wearing a wig and a long dress.

Jasper and Emmett looked at Carlisle and was mesmerized.

"Why, beautiful, may I take you for a drink?" Emmett purred.

"Shut up!" Carlisle wailed, "It's not fair! Why do I always have to dress up like a girl?"

"It was a joke," Jasper soothed putting his arm on Carlisle's shoulder. Carlisle's threw it off, a frown line appearing on his face.

"It's not funny," Carlisle said seriously, his voice broke on the word 'funny'. Carlisle was dragged away from them before Jasper could apologise. Emmett looked grim.

"Should we offer?" Emmett considered.

"No. I'm not dressing as a girl," Jasper said deeply. Emmett looked at him. Jasper gave in and together they walked over to the make-up tent and offered to be extras in the photo shoot. Luckily, they were only required to dress as male vampires.

"Look more alluring," the photographer commanded Carlisle. Carlisle raised an eyebrow.

"More feminine," he said, changing his command. Carlisle sceptical. How was he expected to be more feminine? It was strictly impossible. Bella was unable to stand watching Carlisle be publicly embarrassed to the world, she left the room silently.

"Bring in the extras," the photographer ordered again. Emmett and Jasper walked smoothly onto the set. Carlisle was extremely disgruntled that neither of them had to dress up a girl.

After a few dozen shots, and a dozen different poses, Carlisle, Emmett and Jasper were given a break. Carlisle walked and noticed a hot chocolate stand. He took two cups and walked out the room. He saw Bella sat on the stairs.

"Here. Hot chocolate," Carlisle offered. Bella took her cup cautiously. She felt the heat of the drink heat up her hands. Carlisle sat beside her, cupping his drink in his hands. He watched Bella blow on her drink. Bella finally took a careful sip. She savoured the first sip and began drinking more. Carlisle smiled and began to drink his drink. Bella nodded at Carlisle in thanks. It was exactly what Bella needed after going through a day like she had.

"I know how you feel," Carlisle said, breaking the silence. "I'm sick of people forcing me to dress like this, and being the only one having to do it."

"But..." Carlisle said brightly, hitching the dress up to show Bella, "I was allowed to keep my jeans on, see?" Bella didn't reply. Carlisle became more anxious.

"Do I really look like a girl?" Carlisle asked hastily, "I wish I was strong like Edward, because I could yell, 'Hey, stop joking around you idiots,' and get away with it," Carlisle cracked a meek smile, "or be like Jasper and Emmett who have their own individual styles. Jasper's clever so he can find a way out of problems, and as for Emmett, he even looks like a playboy so no one can mistake him for a girl."

"If only I could be more like them, then I'd be happy."

"I'm like you too," Bella replied sadly.

"But you're different Bella. You have your own opinions and sometimes you even save the day. Sometimes I wish I was you. You get on with your own things regardless of what's happened to you," Carlisle sighed.

"So, that's where you are," the photographer called, coming into view from all the darkness. He went over things that Carlisle needed to do before the next sets of photos. Bella thought a lot about what Carlisle had said to her. Carlisle smiled in Bella's direction and walked away.

"I'm glad you're here," the photographer told Carlisle.

"It's alright."

"Man, I feel so deceived by that Bella girl."

"It's your fault, you never arranged to see Bella before photographing her," Carlisle said hesitantly.

"That's why I feel so deceived. I thought maybe because she came from a beautiful family that she was just...and that magazine picture...I never imagine she'd be so ugly." The photographer concluded.

Carlisle removed his wig, and his costume. He dropped them unceremoniously on the floor.

"I quit."

"What?" the photographer said, not comprehending what Carlisle had told him. "Why?"

Carlisle replied by walking away towards the door in pursuit of Bella.

"You're upset because I said things about the girl?" the photographer yelped in disbelief. Carlisle turned around and glowered at him. Emmett, Jasper and Bella walked into the room, and saw Carlisle half-naked taking on the intimidating photographer.

"Who do you think you are?" the photographer snarled at Carlisle, "You're a boy, but you have the looks of an antique doll! Even though with your looks you can't adapt feminine manners. You can't be either, you..." the photographer struggled to find an appropriate word again, "asexual."

Asexual. The word lodged itself in Carlisle's mind. It caused his body not respond. He was struggling to stand. Emmett walked over to Carlisle and stood beside him.

"Keep it together, Carlisle." Emmett murmured into his ear. Jasper stood next to him with a large towel which to cover himself with. Carlisle took it gingerly.

Bella was angry. She was beyond angry. She didn't show it on her face but, she wanted to vent her anger on the photographer's face. She slid past the photographer and grabbed his camera. With as much force and anger she threw it against the wall. The photographer hearing the crash and seeing his camera in pieces pointed at Bella, his eyes welling up.

"Compensate me!" he yelled.

Edward woke up.

"Compensation? I didn't do anything!" Edward shouted incoherently. It sounded like a load of random gurgles and a yawn. Edward stood up tiredly and tried to find his way out. The room spun around as Edward took a step forward. He walked into a boarded up window mistaking it for a door. He fell slightly and his arm reached out for the wood nailed to the window. He pulled at it and it came loose. When he was able to stand again he walked into the window again, and this time he wasn't so lucky. The wood he made become loose last time broke apart and splintered before falling on him like pellets. The pieces cut into his skin, sending most of his body bleeding.

"W-what was t-that?" Jasper whispered, hearing the noise.

"Ghosts?" Emmett answered. Bella's eyes lit up. She sped to the source of the sound. Emmett and Jasper hauled a still shocked Carlisle to wherever Bella was headed. The photographer followed them wanting compensation for his broken camera.

Bella stopped in front of Edward lying on the floor, bleeding. She was disappointed. She had expected much more. A ghost at least. But all she got was Edward Masen bleeding. She sighed in severe distraught. Emmett, Jasper and Carlisle sped towards Edward's bloody body. They looked in horror what Edward had did to himself.

"Are you okay?" Carlisle asked.

"What do you think?" Edward snapped. Jasper hit him. Edward roared at him.

"Whilst you were up here, messing around, Carlisle was downstairs suffering." Jasper retorted.

"Do you know what it's like being photographed by me?" the photographer had finally found his words. He stood defiantly in front of them. Nobody looked at him. "You could be famous, and it won't be a dream. You could have any opportunity in the world. And yet you still blow it."

"We're not interested," Bella said lowly. Bella glared at him in disgust. The photographer was taken aback. By this simple action, the photographer didn't feel deceived anymore. He looked at Bella and she was all that he had anticipated. She was beautiful. The photographer felt deceived again. He felt like the real Bella didn't come out until she felt like coming out and she hadn't felt like coming out all day. For that one moment the photographer realised that he really needed to open his eyes. Sure, he was a great and brilliant photographer, but all he ever did was look. Until now, he had never seen. He felt deceived by the many girls that he had looked at before and never seen their beauty. He felt truly and utterly blind.

Bella clutched Edward safely and began her descend. The photographer had walked down miserably before Jasper had suggested even leaving and seeing the Bella and company was about to leave he took his spare camera. He hid in the direction that he knew they'd be leaving and when they left, he took his kill shot. He looked back at the picture and smiled. This was his masterpiece.

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Poor Carlisle much? Reviews appreciated. :P