3rd World Aru Akise

I was lying on my bed when I heard my parents bickering again. They were always fighting nowadays.

"Can't you get him to study something else?! Him playing detective is just so ridiculous! I mean, it was ok when he was a kid, but he's growing up now!" A deep voice rumbled throughout the kitchen and echoed down the hallways, assaulting my eardrums.

"Hush!" A soft, wisp of a voice commanded. Continuing in a low voice (Though I could still hear her; these walls were paper-thin. Geez, she didn't know how to whisper herself), she replied, "Our son is trying to sleep! And don't talk like that about him! He's just.." A pause.

"Just what? I'm sorry but, he's got to face reality! Why can't he just become a lawyer or something? I mean, that's close to being a detective, right? He's just got so much potential. All his teachers dote on his excellent work, though they do complain about his skipping class so much.." The deep voice continued, only lowering his voice a couple of degrees.

"No. You know it's nothing like a lawyer. I know how bright of a kid he is, I mean, he is our son after all. But don't you think we should just let him do what he wants..?"

"It's not about doing what he wants! It's about honoring the Aru family! I didn't become founder and owner of NAXANDAT Industries to have such a foolish son turn our name into a laughingstock! Did you hear what our co-workers were talking about the other day?!"

I love you too dad. I sneered. I stopped letting his words hurt me long ago.

"Hey, what about that movie thing he was invited to? We could sure use the publicity. Our sales are dropping…"

Shit. I should've just thrown that poster away when I had the chance. I had met up with a blonde woman when I was leaving school, making me offers about being in some movie and making me famous. Of course, I said no. The glint in her eye was enough to tell me she was up to no good. She would probably sell me off to the black market as a "toy" or something if I decided to accept and follow her. I may be "foolish" as my father put it, but I wasn't dumb enough to trust strangers.

I had gone home that day, tossing the poster on the kitchen table while I turned the small T.V on to the local news and taking out some left-overs from yesterday's dinner. My mother came in, about to leave for work when she saw the poster on the table. After much coaxing, and possibly handing over some money, I told her about the offer. She practically squealed in joy, encouraging me to accept the offer.

For some self-proclaimed respective parents, they simply ignored the fact that a complete stranger gave me the poster, and were encouraging me to go with said stranger.

"Don't talk about our son like he's some sort of tool to fix our company! And about the offer, I think he should take it too, but for different reasons. He could maybe meet some friends there."

I didn't want to listen anymore, so I stuffed my earphones in, and turned up my iPod. I didn't turn it up all the way, knowing it could cause damage. I thought about the offer more seriously. I guess it couldn't hurt to go. See what it's about. It's not like I was going just to make my father proud. Pfft! Who cared what he thought of me! I'm going for my own interests, and not for his!

The next day

I looked up to meet a black dome, large enough to take up half of the street. The bus behind me took off, and I was left alone. A big sign adorned on the front said, "Dandy Studios" in big, bright red letters. It seemed official enough, and as I walked toward the building, I noticed a young boy standing at the entrance. He looked to be around the same age as me. As I got closer, I noticed his tan skin and black hair poking out from a beige beanie. His oversized jacket gave little indication to how frail he actually was, but I could tell by the way his bony legs popped out from under his shorts.

His back was turned to me, but I could hear him muttering something about why he had even come to this place. I walked up behind him, about to politely ask him if he could move out of the way so I could go in, but then, I overheard something that sounded like, "Maybe I should just go.." and he promptly swirled around and barreled straight into me. Taken by surprise, I tumbled backwards and fell onto the hard cement. Instinctively, I reached out and grabbed ahold of the boy's waist as he fell down on top of me. A small yelp escaped from the boy, and he buried his head into my chest. His body heat melted right through my clothing, and into me. A smell of sugar and mint invaded my nose. I noticed that he was clutching fistfuls of my shirt tightly, and my heart suddenly began to pick up its pace. Looking down at the boy, I realized that his hair was actually dark brown, and not black.

Suddenly, he looked up and I was met with two strikingly bright blue orbs that were his eyes. His dark bangs framed his face perfectly, albeit they were a bit messed up from the fall. His rosy lips were slightly parted, and a small gasp escaped from them. This kid was just waaay to adorable.

Before I had time to mentally kick myself for thinking such things, the brunette's face flared up, and in an instant, scrambled off of me. I found myself missing the way he felt in my arms.

"Ahhh! I am so sorry! I-I didn't see you there!" His face was completely red, and he looked around nervously. I sat up, rubbing the back of my head. I winced, knowing how much it'd hurt later on. I started,

"Ah, it's ok, real-"

"Ah! Did I hurt you?! I'm so sorry! Here." The frail boy extended his hand out towards me. Gratefully, I took it and stood up. The skin contact sent electrics bolts all throughout my body. I held on to his hand a little longer than necessary, not wanting to end this contact. The boy looked away, face still beet-red, and awkwardly rubbed his arm.

"S-sorry! I should be going now!" He turned towards the double doors and ran right through. Sighing, I lingered a little, relishing in any warmth still left on my chest that seeped out from the brunette. Deciding that I needed to continue my task, I went through the doors too. Noting he wasn't there, I walked towards the front desk and politely smiled at the desk attendant.

"Aru Akise. I'm here for one of the roles of this movie." I pulled out the poster from my pocket and displayed it to her.

"Ah yes! I was told you'd be coming. Room 208 down that way." She pointed at the hallway to her left. Thanking the woman, I made my way down the hallway, intrigued by what I might find.

I opened the door that had the number 208 painted on it, and what I saw was a complete mess.

There were many people with pale blue t-shirts running amok, yelling various things about settings, numbers, and why the hell they hadn't had lunch break yet. A couple of yards away was a green screen with multiple actors walking around, talking, while the microphone guy seemed to be having trouble keeping said microphone from bumping to the actors' heads. I saw the blonde director, yelling at some guy about who knows what, when she suddenly turned around to face me.

"Ah! Akise-kun! I knew you would come!" She paused to shuffle through a stack of papers she held to her chest. "Ah, yes, here you are. This is the script. The highlighted parts are yours. You can go over to the other new actor and practice with him." She distractedly shoved a packet into my hands and motioned over to a corner where someone was already sitting.

"Thanks." I replied. She seemed to ignore me as she continued to yell at others, waving her hands around like a maniac. Shaking my head, I walked towards the person sitting in the corner. The boy was already staring right at me. His face seemed to pale. Geez, I feel so welcomed here.

It was only until I was a few feet away from him that I realized it was the boy who had bumped into me outside. Great. Trying to ignore the butterflies in my stomach, I offered him my hand.

"Hi, I'm Aru Akise. I look forward to working with you." The brunette just gaped at me at first, but then seemed to snap out of it and took ahold of my hand. The same electric sensation washed over me. He was the first to pull away. I sat on the floor across from him.

"I-I'm Amano Yukiteru. I look forward to working w-with you too." He replied, his voice slightly wavering. Crap. He probably thinks I'm some sort of weird stalker or something. I guess I should apologize.

"Hey, I'm sorry for bumping into you outside. I was just gonna ask for you to move out-of-the-way. You were blocking the entrance, after all." When I mentioned the incident, Yukiteru squeaked. My god, that was cute.

"N-no, it's ok! It was my fault!" Yukiteru looked down in shame, avoiding my gaze.

"Well, at any rate, let's just start over, ok? From now on, we're co-workers." With that, the brunette lifted his head slightly, looking at me from under his eyelashes. I offered a smile, and he simply stared back, wide-eyed. His face turned slightly red, but not as red as it had been from outside the dome.

"R-right! Let's work together Aru-san!" He returned my smile, showing off his dazzling white teeth. I felt my cheeks heat up a bit, and my heart skipped a beat. It was almost a sin for such a cute face to exist.

"Yes, lets, Amano-san."

AN: Well. This happened. It's past midnight and I'm still making this poorly-written fanfic. Geez, what am I doing? Well anyways, I really love this couple you guys! Ahhh there needs to be more YukiteruxAkise! I was also thinking of writing a SebastianxSnake because seriously that duo is too fuckin' hot omg- ANYWAYS. Criticism is greatly appreciated! Thanks you guys! Edit: Caught a few mistakes