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lucathiaTitle: Twin Stars
Chapter: 7
Author: lucathia_rykatu
Series: Shaman King
Genre: General / Romance
Disclaimer: Shaman King is not mine.
Archive: livejournal / ffnet
Summary: AU world of singers and idols. Now that we've seen crossdressing!Hao, oblivious!Yoh, singer!Anna, radiohost!Jeanne, manager!Faust and manager!Tamao, it's finally time for our two models to appear.
(prompt #97: competition)
-----chapter 7: the models-----
Girls loved him.
That much was evident from the mountainous stack of fan letters piled in front of him. Pink clearly dominated the pile, though an occasional white or baby blue letter peeked out from the pile. The pile even gave off a slight scent of perfume. These two factors alone were enough to indicate that his fan base was mostly female. And as a rising, male model, that was something he should be delighted about. However, he wasn’t smiling.
Despite all the attention he received, there was one person who downright refused to acknowledge him. That made all the fangirls who obsessed over him almost irrelevant.
That one person was no other than the cold, stoic singer, Kyoyama Anna.
No matter how many flowers he sent her, no matter how many times he tried to get her to go on a date with him, no matter what he said to her, no matter what he did, all she did was ignore him.
The more she played hard to get, the more determined he was to win her over.
Tao Ren frowned as he picked up a random letter. It was filled with round, cursive writing with hearts dotting the “i’s”. There was no way he would be able to read through all this garbage. He threw the letter back into the pile.
“Bason, take care of this.”
Ren gave a nod toward the pile. Immediately, his tall, faithful manager readied his pen to write the reply letters for him.
The Chinese boy propped his legs on the table in front of him, uncaring about the fact that in doing so, he scattered several fan letters on the ground.
Bason always ended up picking up the letters.
-----0-----
“Wow, you look very sharp in that!” exclaimed Jun. She clapped her hands in front of her, wisps of her jade-green hair falling out of their clasp.
Ren stepped out of the changing room as he gave a slight tug at the black jacket he wore. The cuffs of the sleeves were furry, as was the collar. He was given a pair of dark navy slacks to go along with the jacket.
“Oneesan, you really think this is okay?” asked Ren. He glanced at himself in the mirror, slouching slightly to see how the clothes fit on him.
“Of course! Now go out and show them what it means to be a Tao!” Jun gave him a wide smile, one that Ren, of course, couldn’t resist.
-----0-----
The two workers heaved a sigh of relief as they finally dropped the black sofa in the right place. They had spent the entire morning moving things around the set. In addition to the sofa, they had to move a marble dining table, a set of tall candles, a floor lamp, a footrest, and even a wall scroll. The sofa and the dining table were by far the heaviest and hardest to move. At least the photographers would be using the same set for the next three days.
They glanced up as the arrogant Tao Ren strolled into the room as if he owned the place.
“Still not done with setups?” asked the golden-eyed boy somewhat disbelievingly as he plopped onto the black sofa that they had just placed down. “I thought you guys would be done by now.”
Ball Boy, nicknamed for his shining and bald round head, wanted to punch the smirking model in the face, though he should probably leave punching to his coworker, Muscle Punch. Besides, leaving a mark on a model’s face only spelled trouble...maybe a punch in the gut then...or a kick in the shins...
“We’re done. On time too,” said Muscle Punch, cutting into Ball Boy’s daydreams. As the eldest of eleven brothers, he had learned the importance of being responsible sometime during the span of getting stepped on in the pit of the idol industry. He quickly pulled Ball Boy away, in case he planned on doing something stupid.
Ren just waved the two away as he settled back to wait for the other person he was supposedly working with to make an appearance.
As Ball Boy and Muscle Punch hustled out of the room, they ran into a short kid.
“Ow!” exclaimed the kid dressed in angelic white, falling backwards from the impact
Ball Boy’s eyes widened, his hands waving in the air frantically.
“I’m sorry!” He quickly helped the pretty kid up, offering his beefy hand. In Ball Boy’s eyes, this kid was extremely pretty. Dainty fingers. Pale skin. A small mouth. Soft, green hair. Large, imploring eyes. Long, fluttering eyelashes. T-The girl of his dreams! He could see the bubbles floating around the air as their eyes locked on with each other.
Of course, Ball Boy’s image of one Lyserg Diethyl was a bit screwed. It was all his imagination, after all.
Muscle Punch poked one of the bubbles, which burst immediately.
“Ano...eto...” the kid tried to worm out of Ball Boy’s strong grip. “I’m in a hurry for a shooting. I’m kind of late...”
Muscle Punch pulled Ball Boy away from the kid, hustling them towards the door. On the way out, he whispered, “Man, that kid’s out of your league. Must be another one of those models.”
Ball Boy, however, was still lost in his daydream, still savoring the feeling of holding those small hands in his own.
-----0-----
Ren glanced at the white-clad newcomer, who quickly bowed to the lead photographers.
“I’m sorry I’m late!”
Ren noticed that the newcomer was wearing a white top covered with soft feathers and a pair of white pants to go along with it. It looked...very effeminate in Ren’s opinion. Hadn’t Bason mentioned that the person he was working with was a guy? He shook his head, not very amused. He wondered how many girls this newcomer and swooned over with his bishounen appearance.
Silva twisted one of his many rings as he always did without thinking. “Oh, don’t worry too much, Lyserg-kun. Ren just came a minute earlier than you, so we weren’t waiting too long. I see you’ve already changed too, so are you ready to start?”
Lyserg nodded enthusiastically.
“Hai!”
The tall phtographer nodded, motioning for Ren to come over.
“Okay, introductions first,” said Silva. “As both of you know, I’m Silva, the lead photographer. You two are going to be the lead models for our magazine Spirit.” He stopped, waiting for the two to introduce themselves to each other.
Ren rolled his eyes. “I’m Tao Ren. If you haven’t heard of me by now, then I don’t know where you’ve been.”
If Lyserg felt offended by Ren’s attitude, he certainly didn’t show it with his bright smile. “I’m Lyserg Diethyl. Pleased to meet you too.” He held out his hand for Ren to shake.
Ren reluctantly shook Lyserg’s hand. It wasn’t as if he was looking forward to working with this green-haired idiot on this project. Damn it. Tao Ren always did solo projects. To think that he had to share his fame this time around...inconceivable!
Silva tucked a strand of his hair behind his ear before he fixed the camera’s position. “Okay, for our first photo, I would like you two to stand back to back next to the floor lamp. Ren, why don’t you stand on the left and Lyserg to the right?”
The two boys made their way over to the lamp. Ren folded his arms across his chest, his mouth set in a small frown, his eyes glaring. Lyserg stood slightly to the side, his lips turned up in a slight smile. All in all, they contrasted each other wonderfully, and Silva’s heart was pounding in excitement from that thought.
“Okay, good pose! Hold it!” Silva snapped a few photos before asking them to do a few poses sitting down. They followed Silva’s orders. Ren sat down next to the coffee table, one leg propped up. Lyserg sat down next to Ren, leaning his back against the other boy and tilting his head away from the camera.
They soon lost count of how many photos Silva took of them, but if felt as if the camera lights were flashing nonstop. One photo saw Ren sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed and Lyserg on the floor, resting his head and arms on the sofa and gazing towards Ren. Another photo saw the two of them sitting at the table with one lit candle, the light flickering between them. All in all, Silva deemed the session a success.
“Arigatou gozaimasu! It was a pleasure working with you.” Lyserg bowed down deeply.
Ren glowered, but refrained voicing his displeasure aloud. As much as he didn’t want to, he had to admit that Lyserg had skill. Ren just hoped that the spotlight hadn’t already been stolen from him.
-----to be continued-----
A/N: Well, if I were given more options for labeling this fanfic, I would definitely list it under “shoujo.”
One more chapter and I’ll be done with introducing all the main characters.
I was thinking about naming the magazine Slash because of this one manga I read (where the guy character modeled for the magazine Slash, but decided against it, since it doesn’t really fit in the SK world).
Next up: “Ah-ah. Testing. Mic’s okay! I’m ready!” Horo Horo grinned, giving everyone two thumbs up.
Chapter: 7
Author: lucathia_rykatu
Series: Shaman King
Genre: General / Romance
Disclaimer: Shaman King is not mine.
Archive: livejournal / ffnet
Summary: AU world of singers and idols. Now that we've seen crossdressing!Hao, oblivious!Yoh, singer!Anna, radiohost!Jeanne, manager!Faust and manager!Tamao, it's finally time for our two models to appear.
(prompt #97: competition)
-----chapter 7: the models-----
Girls loved him.
That much was evident from the mountainous stack of fan letters piled in front of him. Pink clearly dominated the pile, though an occasional white or baby blue letter peeked out from the pile. The pile even gave off a slight scent of perfume. These two factors alone were enough to indicate that his fan base was mostly female. And as a rising, male model, that was something he should be delighted about. However, he wasn’t smiling.
Despite all the attention he received, there was one person who downright refused to acknowledge him. That made all the fangirls who obsessed over him almost irrelevant.
That one person was no other than the cold, stoic singer, Kyoyama Anna.
No matter how many flowers he sent her, no matter how many times he tried to get her to go on a date with him, no matter what he said to her, no matter what he did, all she did was ignore him.
The more she played hard to get, the more determined he was to win her over.
Tao Ren frowned as he picked up a random letter. It was filled with round, cursive writing with hearts dotting the “i’s”. There was no way he would be able to read through all this garbage. He threw the letter back into the pile.
“Bason, take care of this.”
Ren gave a nod toward the pile. Immediately, his tall, faithful manager readied his pen to write the reply letters for him.
The Chinese boy propped his legs on the table in front of him, uncaring about the fact that in doing so, he scattered several fan letters on the ground.
Bason always ended up picking up the letters.
-----0-----
“Wow, you look very sharp in that!” exclaimed Jun. She clapped her hands in front of her, wisps of her jade-green hair falling out of their clasp.
Ren stepped out of the changing room as he gave a slight tug at the black jacket he wore. The cuffs of the sleeves were furry, as was the collar. He was given a pair of dark navy slacks to go along with the jacket.
“Oneesan, you really think this is okay?” asked Ren. He glanced at himself in the mirror, slouching slightly to see how the clothes fit on him.
“Of course! Now go out and show them what it means to be a Tao!” Jun gave him a wide smile, one that Ren, of course, couldn’t resist.
-----0-----
The two workers heaved a sigh of relief as they finally dropped the black sofa in the right place. They had spent the entire morning moving things around the set. In addition to the sofa, they had to move a marble dining table, a set of tall candles, a floor lamp, a footrest, and even a wall scroll. The sofa and the dining table were by far the heaviest and hardest to move. At least the photographers would be using the same set for the next three days.
They glanced up as the arrogant Tao Ren strolled into the room as if he owned the place.
“Still not done with setups?” asked the golden-eyed boy somewhat disbelievingly as he plopped onto the black sofa that they had just placed down. “I thought you guys would be done by now.”
Ball Boy, nicknamed for his shining and bald round head, wanted to punch the smirking model in the face, though he should probably leave punching to his coworker, Muscle Punch. Besides, leaving a mark on a model’s face only spelled trouble...maybe a punch in the gut then...or a kick in the shins...
“We’re done. On time too,” said Muscle Punch, cutting into Ball Boy’s daydreams. As the eldest of eleven brothers, he had learned the importance of being responsible sometime during the span of getting stepped on in the pit of the idol industry. He quickly pulled Ball Boy away, in case he planned on doing something stupid.
Ren just waved the two away as he settled back to wait for the other person he was supposedly working with to make an appearance.
As Ball Boy and Muscle Punch hustled out of the room, they ran into a short kid.
“Ow!” exclaimed the kid dressed in angelic white, falling backwards from the impact
Ball Boy’s eyes widened, his hands waving in the air frantically.
“I’m sorry!” He quickly helped the pretty kid up, offering his beefy hand. In Ball Boy’s eyes, this kid was extremely pretty. Dainty fingers. Pale skin. A small mouth. Soft, green hair. Large, imploring eyes. Long, fluttering eyelashes. T-The girl of his dreams! He could see the bubbles floating around the air as their eyes locked on with each other.
Of course, Ball Boy’s image of one Lyserg Diethyl was a bit screwed. It was all his imagination, after all.
Muscle Punch poked one of the bubbles, which burst immediately.
“Ano...eto...” the kid tried to worm out of Ball Boy’s strong grip. “I’m in a hurry for a shooting. I’m kind of late...”
Muscle Punch pulled Ball Boy away from the kid, hustling them towards the door. On the way out, he whispered, “Man, that kid’s out of your league. Must be another one of those models.”
Ball Boy, however, was still lost in his daydream, still savoring the feeling of holding those small hands in his own.
-----0-----
Ren glanced at the white-clad newcomer, who quickly bowed to the lead photographers.
“I’m sorry I’m late!”
Ren noticed that the newcomer was wearing a white top covered with soft feathers and a pair of white pants to go along with it. It looked...very effeminate in Ren’s opinion. Hadn’t Bason mentioned that the person he was working with was a guy? He shook his head, not very amused. He wondered how many girls this newcomer and swooned over with his bishounen appearance.
Silva twisted one of his many rings as he always did without thinking. “Oh, don’t worry too much, Lyserg-kun. Ren just came a minute earlier than you, so we weren’t waiting too long. I see you’ve already changed too, so are you ready to start?”
Lyserg nodded enthusiastically.
“Hai!”
The tall phtographer nodded, motioning for Ren to come over.
“Okay, introductions first,” said Silva. “As both of you know, I’m Silva, the lead photographer. You two are going to be the lead models for our magazine Spirit.” He stopped, waiting for the two to introduce themselves to each other.
Ren rolled his eyes. “I’m Tao Ren. If you haven’t heard of me by now, then I don’t know where you’ve been.”
If Lyserg felt offended by Ren’s attitude, he certainly didn’t show it with his bright smile. “I’m Lyserg Diethyl. Pleased to meet you too.” He held out his hand for Ren to shake.
Ren reluctantly shook Lyserg’s hand. It wasn’t as if he was looking forward to working with this green-haired idiot on this project. Damn it. Tao Ren always did solo projects. To think that he had to share his fame this time around...inconceivable!
Silva tucked a strand of his hair behind his ear before he fixed the camera’s position. “Okay, for our first photo, I would like you two to stand back to back next to the floor lamp. Ren, why don’t you stand on the left and Lyserg to the right?”
The two boys made their way over to the lamp. Ren folded his arms across his chest, his mouth set in a small frown, his eyes glaring. Lyserg stood slightly to the side, his lips turned up in a slight smile. All in all, they contrasted each other wonderfully, and Silva’s heart was pounding in excitement from that thought.
“Okay, good pose! Hold it!” Silva snapped a few photos before asking them to do a few poses sitting down. They followed Silva’s orders. Ren sat down next to the coffee table, one leg propped up. Lyserg sat down next to Ren, leaning his back against the other boy and tilting his head away from the camera.
They soon lost count of how many photos Silva took of them, but if felt as if the camera lights were flashing nonstop. One photo saw Ren sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed and Lyserg on the floor, resting his head and arms on the sofa and gazing towards Ren. Another photo saw the two of them sitting at the table with one lit candle, the light flickering between them. All in all, Silva deemed the session a success.
“Arigatou gozaimasu! It was a pleasure working with you.” Lyserg bowed down deeply.
Ren glowered, but refrained voicing his displeasure aloud. As much as he didn’t want to, he had to admit that Lyserg had skill. Ren just hoped that the spotlight hadn’t already been stolen from him.
-----to be continued-----
A/N: Well, if I were given more options for labeling this fanfic, I would definitely list it under “shoujo.”
One more chapter and I’ll be done with introducing all the main characters.
I was thinking about naming the magazine Slash because of this one manga I read (where the guy character modeled for the magazine Slash, but decided against it, since it doesn’t really fit in the SK world).
Next up: “Ah-ah. Testing. Mic’s okay! I’m ready!” Horo Horo grinned, giving everyone two thumbs up.
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