Hi everyone! Longer chapter this time, because you guys deserve it! And yes, modeling does happen here :)
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"Suzuki-sama, how sudden," the ruby-eyed man said, with a dramatic placing of his hand to his forehead and a slight turning of his face, effectively giving off an exaggerated air of shock. Izaya paused, and looked to be running everything through his head, weighing the pros and cons.
Kise was in completely aghast: This day was just too weird; he gets lost, follows a total stranger, who Suzukicchi now wants to make his modeling partner, as a replacement for Shoutacchi? Well, I guess that's modeling for you, he thought with a shrug.
Kise was snapped out of his thoughts by Suzuki's ecstatic shriek.
"Oh thank you Orihara-sama! Thank you so much!"
"It's no problem, really. And call me Izaya," he said, turning to look at Kise, signature smirk in place. "Both of you."
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"The theme," Shouhei told the models, "is 'Life of the Party'. The clothing will be sophisticated and sensual, though fresh and somewhat uncommon. Mostly dark colors are involved. I need both of you to sell it and sell it hard.
"Now Izaya-san, please step in font of the backdrop."
"In this?" Izaya asked, gesturing to his attire. He had yet to change into the brand's clothing.
Shouhei nodded, albeit a bit wearily. She was less than happy to be dealing with the likes of an amateur rather than Naoki, who happened to be one of her 'bad boy' models of preference. Now, of course, she knew Ryouta was gorgeous and insanely popular, more so than Naoki. However, she also knew that Ryouta was anything but a bad boy. She had been hoping that Naoki, a frequent partner of Ryouta's, could have convinced Ryouta to put on the bad boy front for this shoot. With the absence of Naoki, however, she believed she would have to come up with a new theme for the shoot on the spot, as Ryouta cannot easily bring himself to put up such an image.
"For many people," Or every amateur, Shouhei thought, "it takes some warming up to the camera before the real magic starts happening. I wanted to have you do a few quick practice shots before we begin the real thing."
"And Ryo-chan?" Izaya inquired.
Please, Shouhei couldn't help but roll her eyes ever so slightly. "He's a professional. I know he doesn't need any prep." She gestured with a wave of her hand for Izaya to step in front of the white background.
"Aw, Shouheicchi! You flatter me~"
"Quiet, Ryouta. Go and get dressed."
Shouhei turned her back to Izaya, who was smirking at all of the people not-so-subtly staring at him. Well, this certainly will be entertaining… Izaya thought. I'll give all these doubters a show they'll never forget.
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"So, what would you like me to do, Shouhei-sama?" Izaya stressed, with a saccharine-sweet voice and smile to match.
"I'll take anything you can give me," the woman simply replied.
Kise flashed Izaya and encouraging smile. I remember my first shoot. I was so stiff and nervous, and it showed. I bet Izayacchi is feeling the same.
"Like this?" Izaya asked Shouhei, putting one hand on his hip, the other in his hair, shy smile playing on his lips.
Shouhei began snapping pictures as he changed his poses. All simple, nothing exceptionally interesting, but they were natural, which was unexpected coming from a first-timer. Shouhei was pleasantly surprised.Let's see how far he can really take it…
"Izaya-san, show me some personality; get creative."
"A quick smirk flickered across Izaya's face, almost as if he'd been expecting the request. Then, wordlessly, he dropped into a full, flawless split. He effortlessly propped up his face in one of his hands, his elbow digging into the ground. He extended his other arm towards the camera invitingly, and, cocking his head ever so slightly, gave a saucy wink.
All of the spectators in the room froze—jaws dropped.
As soon as she recovered from her shock, Shouhei began rapidly snapping pictures. She paused, expecting Izaya to continue striking poses like he had before, but instead he simply stood back up, walking away from the backdrop with a, "I think I'm ready to start now, ne, Shouhei-sama?"
"Ah, right," Shouhei said. Addressing the makeup team, she ordered, "Get these two dressed and made up. I want them ready in fifteen. Oh, and Izaya-san," she turned to face him. "Good work."
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"Ne, Izayacchi is so cool!" Kise said in genuine awe and admiration. "Your photos were perfect! And that split was amazing!"
"Arigatou, Ryo-chan!" Izaya said cutely. "Thanks to a certain Beast of Ikebukuro who is constantly bothering me," he pouted, "I have become something of a parkour expert. It's pretty handy, ne?"
Kise and Izaya were chatting as their makeup was done. Kise, ever friendly, had become suddenly very interested in Izaya's life, and Izaya, informant as he is, wanted to know all he could and more about this oh-so-popular model.
"Say, Izayacchi, how old are you?" Kise inquired.
"Forever twenty-one," Izaya answered firmly. Kise chose not to question it. "And Ryo-chan?"
"Sixteen," Kise said rather shyly. He hated admitting to being so young because people tended to shrug him off as a baby and proceed to treat him like one.
"Ryo-chan seems a lot older though," Izaya said, as if knowing how the younger would react.
"You think so? Arigatou, Izayacchi!" Kise smiled.
"Yep, in my book you're an adult. So don't expect me to hold back when we're modeling together, ne?" Izaya winked.
Kise's eyes flashed brightly in the light. "Is that a challenge? I'm game. I'll show you how professionals do it!" His competitive instincts kicked in. "Natural talent can only bring you so far when compared to years of experience."
Izaya just smirked back, but a bright fire shone in his eyes.
The two quickly dressed fro the first shoot, both in matching tight black jeans and knee high black leather laced boots, with white dress shirts-sleeves casually rolled up to their elbows-and black ties. Kise had on a black trilby hat, while Izaya wore black wrist-length fingerless gloves. Their makeup highlighted their eyes, and made their face look more angular, giving them an intense and masculine appearance.
"You both look perfect," Shouhei admired. "Ready?"
In reply Kise strutted over to a guy who had just withdrawn a pack of cigarettes and snatched one, placing it confidently between his index and middle finger.
He walked in front of the white screen, and, back facing both Shouhei and Izaya, he turned his head to peer back, honing in on Izaya's aggressively shining eyes and wide grin.
"Well, Izayacchi?"
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The unspoken battle between Kise and Izaya was constantly bouncing back and forth as each posed for their solo shots. Neither contender was giving an inch. When Kise loosened his tie seductively, Izaya took his off and held one end between his teeth. When Izaya unbuttoned the entirety of his shirt, Kise took his off and let it dangle off just his forearms. Izaya was creative, new, and refreshing, and Kise showed that he knew exactly what the camera liked and wanted.
All the females present squealed over the two, chattering rapidly amongst themselves.
All the males present shot the two looks of pure envy.
It had certainly heated up considerably in that studio.
Unfortunately, the overwhelming brilliance of the two had everyone captivated… Even Shouhei herself.
A loud curse from her caused Kise to sit up from the floor where he had been posing splayed on his side. "What is it, Shouheicchi?"
"I totally lost track of time! I have to go, now!" Shouhei fretted, signaling to her crew to start packing up.
"But Shouhei-sama," Izaya said with an air of disappointment, "Ryo-chan and I never got to do any pictures together~"
Shouhei's head was a mess. She really had to be somewhere… But the prospect of them together…
"Fine. One picture, but that's it. Make it count."
Without another word, Izaya threw off his shirt, only garbed in his black jeans, boots, and black tie. He grabbed a folding chair and ran it onto the scene. He grabbed Kise and pushed him to sit , legs slightly spread, in front of the chair. Izaya proceeded to sit himself on said chair and hooked one of his legs against Kise's chest, which was still clad in a half-unbuttoned white dress shirt, eyes glimmering almost murderously. Kise yanked Izaya's tie, drawing his head closer, and, as a last ditch effort, Izaya pulled out his switchblade, flicked it open, and held it against Kise's perfectly unblemished neck.
Ca-click.
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