Chapter 3

Have you ever thought what you would do different in your live if you had the chance? The standard answer is 'No, my live made me who I am'. Nice and noble, but really, deep in your heart, can you say that? In ones live things can occur which are just too sad; someone dear to you leaving, loved ones dying. For Takara it was a bit different. He did something incredible stupid. Just how could this have happened. Sure, he wasn't really accountable at that time, but he was sure as hell we would regret being taunted by that mouth-watering sight.

Kiyomine was sitting in front of Takara at a cafeteria table looking down on him. His face looked angry to everyone else; note this would be the whole student body in the big hall, wondering who had dared to displease the king; but Takara knew better. The beast wasn't angry, he was as mad as hell.

Kiyomine said: "Now, tell me how this happened? Depending on your answer I may kill you, brat."

He faced the large the predator, trying not to aggravate it: "Akari called. She asked me about my first day on campus. So we met to talk while eating. But then there was also …". Takara startled as the beast interrupted his mumbling with a growl: "I go train and you, Shorty, have nothing better to do then going in their trap."

"But Yukari-san promised me a giant sundae with extra chocolate!"

The whack against the head hurt, but worse was that Takara couldn't even remember much after he had gotten the huge mountain of sugar placed in front of him. But he knew he deserved the pain.

This scene was familiar; someone turning him around, touching his body everywhere and the angst to be strangled with a measuring tape. Every now and then squeals of delight flooded the room. Kyo was currently taking his measurements to fit the new clothes he created and told them his assistant. As Kyo was done groping Takara, he took the chart, "Isn't that great, Fujishima-kun, you're as cute as ever. You didn't grow one bit. I would have been hell to change the corset."

Depressed he thought 'What did his scrawny and stupid childlike body to do with women's underwear?' But before he could put his thoughts into words he had heard a snort not far away. Turning his head to a now laughing Yukari and Kiyomine he sends them his best murderous stare. Yukari said "Fujishima-kun, you're just perfect for this" Not daring to provoke the older woman Takara rather thought about which of Kiyomine's games he should trash, maybe his new racing game or the really loud shooter he already had threatened to destroy if Kiyomine hadn't turned down the volume at 3 o'clock at night.

With the Shorty seemingly in a different world Kiyomine turned to Yukari "I refuse doing something so stupid. I don't owe you anything now."

Yukari just smiled enigmatic and answered "It's not you who made the promise you're free to leave but Fujishima-kun is mine this weekend." Kiyomine growled but didn't retort anything. He turned in stalked over to his smaller prey. Yukari's face turned triumphant; talking more to herself than anyone "The dog follows his owner even if it's a savage one!"

From Friday till Sunday he's at the shooting. Perhaps he could learn something watching Naganuma-san taking their photos. Takara had no experience taking shoots in a study. It could be good learning exercise. Maybe he could even ask about working with female models. Naganuma-san still refused every male model with his new justification 'Males are uninteresting'. But because of some reason unknown to Takara the photographer often had tried to coerce him into a shoot. And even if he didn't admit it, he wasn't reluctant to have Kiyomine in front of his viewfinder again, too. Which photographer wouldn't? Possibly he could Kiyomine convince to let him take some pictures himself.

Interrupting his thoughts Takayama-sensei's voice registered in his mind: "Which would you prefer, Fujishima-kun?" Takara was currently attending his lesson in 'subjects for photographs' and just noticed he hadn't the slightest idea what his sensei was talking about.

Azuma only took one look at the shorty's face to know he hasn't paid any attention to their discussion. Enraged he said "Gnome if you had listened you would know that we're currently deciding which will be the subject for our first assignment. But somebody with no experience whatsoever shouldn't decide for us."

Takara didn't know why the jerk was so pissed. Since they first they met Azuma hasn't tried to hide his distaste of him. He didn't want to aggravate the situation so he ignored the sharp comments and answered Takayama-sensei: "I have experienced with animals and landscapes, so perhaps a subject with nature?"

But Azuma had more to say: "You know some people in this course picked this studies because they've been taking pictures since they can hold a camera and don't think this as a hobby. If thought about the lessons we had till now you would notice we covered taking pictures of human models. So this task has the purpose to apply our theoretic knowledge!"

Takara felt uncomfortable. To be reprimanded like this in front of the class is embarrassing. But the biggest problem was 'Was Azuma right?'

Some people make mistakes and some people don't learn and make the same mistake again. He had a feeling of déjà vu and dread spreading through his body. All attendees looked at him eagerly. There in front of Takara was a dress. It was beautiful. It was a so called little black dress. And with little he meant little. It was indecently short. Also the end of the skirt consisted of black see-through lace and the dress was slotted at one side, reaching up mid hip. It was long sleeved and on top something like a white silk scarf.

The problem was Yukari-san was currently trying to make him put it on, "Fujishima-kun, doesn't it look breathtakingly?"

Not knowing what to say he replied "Yeah, it would look good at Yukari-san." There was a sparkle in her eyes, she said "Ne, but it's too small for me. I would love to see you try it on."

"But I'm a man, it will look horrendous," Takara exclaimed nervously.

Kiyomine was pulling his trousers up. It didn't like the constricting feeling or how Yukari-san said "It hugs your body in the right places." The shirt he wore was only buttoned up to mid chest; it looked really stupid in Kiyomine's eyes. But it didn't spoil his good mood. The sight of the Shorty's face as he realized he had no way out, it was hilarious. Takara didn't even new the name of Y's Boys & Girls new line or he might have noticed that by the name 'Nightly Romance' a woman would take part in the shoot even if it is only a woman look-a-like. Well, 'only' would be wrong, more like one has to pose as a beauty regardless of gender.

Behind him Kiyomine heard a chorus of 'Oh, my god!' Turning, he saw something wobbling out of the changing room. The movements were light-years away from graceful but nonetheless you couldn't turn your eyes away from the sight. There stood a help looking lamp waiting for the butcher. And hell yeah, this occupation would go to Kiyomine.

Takara was blushing to his ears. He tried to pull the skirt down to hide more of his thighs but it struggled against his will. How could women endure this; he would get a cold walking around like this. And he just hated these murder high heels, he was afraid to fall down and break all his bones. Takara heard the sound of 'click, click, click'. Looking up he saw all people looking at him devoid of expression. No one saying a word. Only the sound of shutter of Naganuma-sans camera, taking photos of him without a break. He must look like a drag-queen, he at a show on TV last time. Surely somebody would start laughing in no time. As the shutter clicked on and on, he got more nervous. Takara was franticly looking for an exit. He found one. Not knowing how to move with these things on his feet he more fell than ran; directly in most safe place in the world for him.

Kiyomine brought Takara to his chest holding him tight. The shorty didn't seem able to stand on his own. The jittering body pressed himself closer. The thin arms around his middle held on for dear life. He felt torn between pulling the lithe body up in his arms and take it back to his cave or threatening the people around looking at his Shorty like this. He leaned down and whispered in Takara's ear: "Hello Onee-san, did you see a little chibi in there?"

This action had the desired effect. The appendages around his torso loosened and an angry voice retorted: "This Onee-san will kick your ass, asshole-Kiyomine!" But one the Shorty's face was a light smile, implicating that Takara knew the purpose of the teasing.

Takara turned to the evil witch: "Yukari-san, what do you want us to do?" Pleased with the situation, she answered: "This is a totally new concept for Y's Boys & Girls. Our consumer studies showed that young people look for more daring outfits so the company wants to expand in this direction. I want romance and excitement which one would expect from a lover's date at night."

Naganuma led them to a green screen, "On the computer they will add a night sky to create the atmosphere. Takara, please sit down on the blanket there." Naganuma-san arranged Takara's limbs. One thought in his mind 'This is really a guy?' After taking pictures in different positions it was the beasts turn. It scowled like it wanted to eat him. Looking through the viewfinder a shiver of excitement ran down his back. It's like you are looking at a predator seconds before he jumps his prey. The photos would become fantastic.

Taking the last shoot for the moment Naganuma-san looked over to Takara, "Could you please join Hosaka. I want to shoot you together now."

Takara made his way over to Kiyomine. As he wanted to ask how he should sit, a hand shot out and pulled him down, landing in Kiyomine's lap.

Author Note: I wanted to update earlier, but my exams take much of my time.

Like everytime I'm sorry for mistakes and my plot is too different from the story.

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