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Model Love | Kitty and Cho

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Chokuro

Pulsar
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May 8, 2009
Gareth was more than excited to meet up with a new model. He loved photographing his little blondie, but he definitely knew there was something missing. He was so glad with the one he found. Sure, he had only seen pictures, but that was exactly what he needed. The one he had now, he was great, but he always came out so domineering; he needed a yang to his yin! Hopefully, he had found that in this new man. He could already envision the photos that would be taken, and the pictures that he would draw. He loved to do both, really. The photographs were great for those intense pictures and moments, but drawing was good for when he wanted bust-ups or just certain things that were easy to keep the pose, but demanded to be sketched. He was so excited, but he definitely did not show it. He always had a cool demeanor to him, no matter what he did.

The brunette silently made his way into the café, his brown waves resting just outside of the charcoal jacket he wore, a pair of black gloves upon his slender hands and he made his way inside. His multi-colored eyes traveled along the patrons, not finding the man he was searching for and so he moved to sit at one of the small booths. He set down, his right knee crossed over his left while he waited a little impatiently. His fingers laced together, leather gloves together and he glanced outside to the snowy streets, smiling lightly. He would definitely have to get an outside photograph of his new models. He wanted to, so badly. He really badly wanted to get this done and over with. His little blondie was excited too. He wanted to meet new people and even more so to photograph with them, or him in this case. All in all, things were definitely looking up.​
 
Shifting through his coat, his fingers scrambled all over to find something that he was sure he had brought with him. It wasnâ??t until the said object pricked him, did he pull out his hand and hissed. â??Oh, greatâ?¦stupid name tagâ?¦â? Ai muttered, suckling on his finger for a moment to make sure it wasnâ??t bleeding, before he grasped for the tag he was searching for. The small pin had â??ABADDONâ?? labeled across it, which made him wince at the intensity of the yellow on black tag. Really, the café he worked at needed more class than that. Once he had his name tag and everything else on, the teen ruffled his own blonde hair and gave himself a look in the mirror. At the age of nineteen, he was what heâ??d call an â??averageâ?? teenager, with such light blonde hair that it appeared white, and tattooed red eyes.

His brother had almost strangled him when he found out that Ai had spent over a thousand dollars, just to have some guy tattoo red pigments into his eyes. The teen found it rather alluring, and so did many of the customers, so he told his brother to just shut his trap. Alvah, or â??Alâ?, was not impressed and had smacked his little brother upside the head. Even though they had fought about it, it was too late by the time the lecture came, so Ai just left it as it was.

Alright, lets earn those bucks~ Ai cheerfully thought, finding that every day, he tackled on work as if it was a challenge to be won. Grabbing his notebook and a pen, he waved to Al at the counter and moved towards the new customers that just came in to take their orders. After a few moments, he realized that there was on guy that was just sitting in the smaller, corner booths. The blonde had almost missed him, if not for the fact that the man looked ratherâ?¦suspicious. Who kept on their coat while they were resting in a shop? Well, whatever the reason was, he just made his way over to the customer and leaned against the table suddenly with his hip.

â??Hello, there. I was just standing over there and noticed that you are all by your lonesomeâ?¦â? the teen said in a â??seductiveâ?? voice, as he playfully leaned closer to this brunette. Al had always told him to stop flirting with the customers, but if it brought them back then he saw no harm in it. After all, more customers meant more hours and more pay. â??â?¦and I was wonderingâ?¦â? he leaned even closer to the point of their noses almost touching, as if he was about to kiss this stranger. â??â?¦if I can take your order?â? Ai suddenly finished, leaning back all of a sudden and holding up his notebook and pen; ready to take an order with a grin.
 
Gareth remained where he was, tapping his gloved hands upon the table before he sighed heavily in a bit of defeat. It seemed that he was stood up. He pulled the gloves from his slender hands, shoving them into the pockets of his jacket. He would not be happy. He was looking forward to it! His mind was racing about what he would do, but it seemed that would not work at all. He would have to go and tell his little Juli that he would not get a model to play with in his pictures. He knew that his model would be disappointed, but he also knew that he would be okay about it. The little blond he photographed was such an easy model - it was why he has kept him for so long, and why he risked going to jail for photographing and drawing a sixteen year old. Sure, that was a few years back, but he still was illegal. Not so much anymore, but that was all in the past. Everything was fine now.

He perked up when the man was beside him, looking at him and a brow lifted in question as he did so. Why was the man so close to him at the moment? He listened to the other and he soon perked up at little. His eyes traveled along the other's form and he grinned even more. He could do. His eyes kept to him and he crossed his arms over on the table, leaning toward the other with interest. "How would you feel about being my model?" He questioned, looking over him once more and a brow arched in question. Yes. He definitely would look lovely beside his little blondie. He would like that a lot. Both of them would. Juli and Gareth both would love to have him. He had a very nice body. Sure, it may be creepy, but what did he care?​
 
As Ai waited for the man to just place his order already, the waiter had a plastered grin on his face to keep his image rather friendly and innocent. His pen was just touching the piece of paper on his notepad, ready at any moment to just write something down and rush back to the kitchen so he could help his brother do some work. The café was a privately owned one by his family, and since his parents were deceased, his brother and he ran the place. There were a few other cafés similar to this one throughout the city; each one ran by one of his siblings or cousins. Since it was something on a â??personalâ?? level, the blonde teen had to work as hard as he could. It wouldnâ??t due to let this shop fail, because that would be rent money right there.

He was also in school, college next year if he could, but that meant that he spent some of his time outside of work. It was brief though, since he was mainly homeschooled by his cousins every weekend, whom were all at least six years older than him, with one being almost ten years older. With that, he was fairly situated in his life at the moment, so he feared that he wouldnâ??t be moving in any direction in the future without being tied down by this place. That made him sigh inside at the thought. He was only eighteen years old and he was already stabilized in a life. But he knew one thing for sure. Ai was not desperate enough that he would fall for some scam that was obviously from either: a rapist, kidnapper, killer, or all of the above.

â??Listen, Creep. While Iâ??m sure thatâ??s a great offer, please donâ??t choose your victims in this café. Weâ??re a family owned, tiny café that really doesnâ??t need the drama of being the place were you kidnapped or murdered someone. Now is there something you would like to order? Or shall I show you to the doorâ?¦Sir?â? the light blonde raised his eyebrow at the man. His red eyes were piercing as if he was warning this customer to not get fresh with him, while he still had on a creepy smile that was much more innocent that his speech had emitted.
 
Gareth kept silent as he listened to the man beside him basically think that he was some sort of creep. Did he really look like he was? He did not really think he had, but maybe he was wrong? He did not mean to look like he was going to stalk or rape someone. Truly he did not. He was here to have met a model but it was obvious that he was being stood up. Or maybe he had seen him sitting here and thought he was a creep as well. That was not the case! He was an artist. A published artist ... Apparently, no one realized that he was. He never liked to flaunt his status or anything like that. He really was a simple man sometimes. Right now, he was wishing that he was more of the gaudy type. One of those who screamed wealthy so that he would not scream 'rapist'. Or murderer as the waiter so kindly told him. He really was shocked. He never had that issue before! People must watch too much news these days.

Sighing heavily, he shook his head and slid out of the booth. Taking one of his business cards out from his coat pocket and he placed it on the notepad the other was using to take down orders. He then began to pull out his gloves once more. "Google me when you get home if you think I'm some creep. If you change your mind, call me or come by sometime around three in the afternoon." With that, he turned and began to make his way out of the cafe, his slender hands pushing into the gloves while he did so. He was bummed. Today was supposed to be a great chance to change his pictures and get better, but obviously, it was not meant to be. He was so very sad about that. That and now he was questioning his appearance. He did not think he looked like he would kill someone. There were the obvious head-turns as he exited the cafe from the women and even a few men of the group. That waiter must be paranoid.

He shrugged his shoulders, placing a cigarette between his lips and lighting it up easily before heading down the street at a leisurly pace. Where to? Maybe he would just go back to his studio, call up Julien, and draw him for a while.​
 
A card with a simple name on it, appearing innocent enough, but as soon as he was staring at it, he was thinking: A rapist has a business card? Shaking his head, he realized how stupid that sounded, before pocketing the card and moving onto the next customer. It wasnâ??t like Ai to drive away a customer, but really, one had to be cautious about accepting random things from a stranger. Perhaps he had watched too much of the news, but that meant that it was possible. The blonde really didnâ??t think heâ??d enjoy being in some guyâ??s murder film.

â??Hey, what was that about?â? his brother suddenly asked, as he was heading into the kitchen to draw up some orders. The few notes he took were tagged onto the order chain so that the hired chef could start on some meals.

Ai shrugged and pondered on that for a moment. His brother was sometimes either really anal or really protective, so he had to tread these waters carefully. â??Nothing. The guy just realized he didnâ??t want anything and left.â? that answer was met back with a raised eyebrow and a warning to not lie to Al. In response, he just rolled his eyes. â??He said he was some artistâ?¦wanted me to be his model or something. Even gave me his business card.â?

â??Rape.â? Al stated, as if it explained everything. He obvious thought that it was the case as well, so it wasnâ??t just Ai being paranoid. Just the thought of someone coming up to you, asking for you to be their model was questionable. To be a model could mean a lot of things, exposing yourself to the camera in a mental sense, and for some, a physical sense. So honestly, it wasnâ??t that bizarre of a suspicion; it was just modern day common sense. Still, however, he was curious.

Checking it out wouldnâ??t hurtâ?¦ Ai thought to himself, before resuming work. He wouldnâ??t cut into work time for someone he didnâ??t know, so he spent his six hour shift just focusing on his work and helping his coworkers. Customers were to be flirted with so that they felt an attachment of friendliness. His firm belief was that if in good company, the food would taste a lot better, so they tried to provide a nice environment in the café. After his shift, he finally decided that he would head to the library and check this guy out. Since it was only four in the afternoon, he figured he still had plenty of time.

The blonde grabbed a bite to eat, before he headed to the library, fished out the business card, and Googleâ??d it. The name Gareth popped out a few times, but quite a few landed on some famous photographer and artist. â??Well, looks like mister rapist has a name for himselfâ?¦â? Ai joked, getting a weird look from the person sitting at the next computer near him. The teen leaned back against his chair and stared at the card for a moment. He should be focusing on school and work, but as he stared longer at this business card, it called to him. This was a chance to change his life up, if not for at least a day, so why not give it a shot?

With nothing to lose but perhaps his life if this famous artist was an aspiring murder, he pulled out his cell-phone and dialed the number printed on the card.
 
Gareth had headed back to his apartment. He figured that there was no point in staying out, now was there? He had been rejected by the man, for the moment at least, and well, he would just have to make Julian make everything better â?? artistically of course. Sure, there was a bit of physically well in the past, but that was just a horny little teenager being far too cute in pictures that a horny early twenties man was taking, or drawing. That little blonde looked all cute and innocent, but really, he could definitely put on a show and tease. And ... well, not protest.

So, with the blond invited over to his house, he found easy entertainment. He drew him absently while they talked about their day and how bummed Julian was that there would not be a new model. Gareth just laughed and shrugged before he began to finishing touches on the sketch. He finished up the picture and let the blond do whatever he wanted around his little cozy, yet not too small, nor was it hideous, apartment. They played a few games and eventually, the phone rang and Gareth excused himself while the blond went to the bathroom to â??freshen upâ?? as he put it. Really, if there was not a penis, he would be a woman.

â??Hello?â? He questioned into the phone, beginning to brush off the bit of eraser debris from his shirt when he heard a loud shrill scream from the other room. He arched a brow, murmuring a small â??hold onâ? into the phone before he walked toward the bathroom, only to be greeted by a panting blond who looked so very pale. â??DO YOU SEE THIS?!â? He questioned, holding out a strand of hair and crying once more. â??ITâ??S A GRAY HAIR! GRAY!â? He yelled, beginning to hyperventilate. The brunette sighed heavily, walking toward the blond and he took the strand before shaking his head. â??Juli, sweetie, thatâ??s just a very blond hair ... Relax.â? He whispered, kissing his forehead before he cleared his throat, turning back to the telephone as he shooed off the blond. â??Um ... I realize the scream makes me sound like a murderer, but I swear Iâ??m not.â? He laughed softly, hoping the little chance he had of the man on the other end of the phone.​
 
Screaming. On the other side of the phone. Loud, girly screaming, as if someone was confronted with a horrible fate at the hands of a killer and was crying for help. Ai just blinked a few times as he stared at nothing in particular and held the phone next to his ear. For a moment, he thought about just hanging up on this artist because reallyâ?¦screaming. If Gareth hadnâ??t been a killing rapist when he met him, then perhaps he turned into one between the few hours since theyâ??d last talked. The light blonde was about to hang up and just completely ignore the fact that he even attempted to call this man, before he heard the soft laughter.

The guyâ??s laughing while he kills someone? Thatâ??s just sickâ?¦ he found himself thinking, before sighing again. â??Rightâ?¦listen, Creep, I looked you up online it I guess youâ??re valid. So I was wondering what youâ??re offer wasâ?¦about someâ?¦modeling thing? Would I get paid?â? he got right to the point, wanting to know that if he was going to give up his time, was he going to get some good money out of this.

It wasnâ??t as if Ai was a money whore or a gold-digger, but he did know that if he was going to give up time at work, he needed to make enough money so that he was covered for school and housing. His brother was not going to be happy about him seeking another job. Al firmly believed that they should keep the shops running in their parentsâ?? name. While he was glad about that and really did want to keep the shops open as well, Ai didnâ??t want his life to be all about the shops. So here he was, calling up someone that could be a murderer, and hoping that this would be a good paying job.

If Gareth wasnâ??t a murderer, then what was the harm in letting the artist snap a few pictures, draw a few doodles? The teen wasnâ??t ashamed of his body, but he wasnâ??t one to flaunt it. However, if the pay was good, he would wear the fashion clothes and strut down that catwalk if he needed to.
 
Gareth flicked his little model in the head, glaring at him a moment later. That man was going to ruin his chances at having another model. He grumbled a few times and he shook his head while walking toward the kitchen to rummage for something to eat. He listened to the man on the other end and smiled. He got right to the point, he liked that about him. He was happy he stumbled upon the other, and even more so that he called. He was glad for the call, oh more than the man would realize. Julian would be unbearable soon enough if he did not get someone else to â??play withâ?? as the little blond put it. He was so glad that his prized possession â?? not literally â?? was excited about finding someone to model with. It was a compliment to him, or so he thought. He liked that he wanted to do more to make the pictures better.

Bringing his attention back to the phone, he smiled a bit more. â??Yes ... Iâ??ll pay you...â? he trailed off, glancing to the bathroom and he pouted a bit. â??Juli! How much do I pay you?â? He called over, seeing the male poking his head out with a toothbrush between his teeth, staring at the man. â??biâ?? ippy a pipperâ? he said, continuing to brush his teeth while he waited for the man to give him the okay â?? which was the thumbs up. He turned back to the phone. â??I pay him five-fifty a picture that I keep. Soo ... if I keep ten pictures, youâ??ll get five thousand and five hundred dollars.â? He shrugged a little, not really thinking much about the number. He definitely was a good artist, not to be tooting his horn or anything, but people seemed to like his work a lot and so they bought it.​
 
Ai just leaned against the back of his chair and waited for whatever the other male was asking his victim to answer him. The money had to be good or he was just going to hang up on mister creep and pretend nothing had happened. When Gareth answered in â??per picturesâ??, he realized that with just a few successful snaps or drawings, he would have enough for one term. Five thousand and five hundred dollars. If he could get mister creep to like ten of the pictures he was in, then he would be set for a good term.

The teen swallowed and gave a small â??oh?â?? across the line. It wasnâ??t as if he was excited about this offer, but it was a strange idea to find such a large number for the pictures. However, it wouldnâ??t matter what number the other man said if he was going to just kill him afterwards, did it? But if the offer was genuine, then that meant that he was going to be able to make a lot more money in a shoot or two than in a month of straight working. Doesnâ??t hurt to try it at least once, right? Maybe heâ??ll like your image and you donâ??t have to sign a contract with him if you donâ??t want toâ?¦just a few shoots, a few bucksâ?¦ Ai reasoned in his mind. There were a lot of advantages in this trade and all he had to do was do a few poses.

â??Alright, that doesnâ??t sound too bad. So, when and where do you want to meet to hash this out?â? the blonde asked, finding a pen and paper, to write the address down. He reminded himself to find a pocket knife and some mace just incase meeting up with Gareth turned out to be a bad idea. Ai briefly wondered if he should call up his brother for the other maleâ??s opinion and realized that it would have been a bad idea. There was no way this was going to end well if his brother just barged in and started raving his head off to a potential employer. Yeah, letâ??s notâ?¦heâ??s such a nut sometimesâ?¦Iâ??ll just tell him after if it goes well. the blonde reasoned with himself and nodded softly, as if his body agreed as well.
 
Gareth listened to the man on the other end, smiling warmly. He would do it? Goodie! That made everything worth while. He was happy that the man wanted to pose for him, if only for the money. He did not mind. Money was a necessity, thing being, Gareth just had too much of it sometimes. He did not use all of his money. He had a moderate apartment with not many fancy things. A decent sized television, DVD player, and a very nice stereo. Then he had a King-sized four poster bed in his bedroom, few other things. The items that were most expensive probably had to be his art supplies and his clothes. He liked to look good and well, he needed the supplies in order to work. He loved his colored pencils and all the different paint brushes â?? they made everything worth while.

He thought for a while, trying to think of a place to meet that would not be sketchy. Eventually, he shrugged â?? despite the other not being able to see â?? and settled with: â??How about your café? You know it there and there are plenty of people around. I wonâ??t even photograph you in a confined space. The park is beautiful this time of year ... So, meet at the café then head over to the park? Whenever your schedule works for it, Iâ??m sure Juli and I will be available.â? He said, looking over to the bathroom where he knew the man was just daddling around and being sure every hair was where it was supposed to be. He was not completely vein, Julian that is, but he definitely did not pass up the chance to insure he looked his hottest.​
 
Tilting his head to the side, he thought about the offer to meet up at his café and then head off to the park. Sure, it was a good idea, but he wasnâ??t so sure about how safe that would be in general. His brother would surely see him meeting up with mister creep and then question him once he got back. At least, that was the best case scenario. The worst would be Al making a scene and dragging him back into the shop and throwing him into the back for a really long lecture. So, meeting up at the café was a bad idea. As his mind analyzed the second place they would be at, he pondered how â??safeâ?? the park was as well. While it would be safe in the terms of not being cornered and murdered, it wasnâ??t as to his brotherâ??s friends and his family members that sometimes visit without calling.

Ai sighed slightly, realizing how strangelyâ?¦watchedâ?¦he was. The light blonde was the youngest in the entire family, and with a protective older brotherâ??especially since their parents passed awayâ??he was basically monitored twenty-four seven. Al basically had everyone he knew keep an eye out for Ai, and if someone saw him, they were to â??reportâ?? back to the older brother. No, it was too risky being out in the open. Then again, it was too risky being in private quarters. Well, what choice do you have? Its either one risk or anotherâ?¦now which is worst and which has the most possibility of occurring? Surprisingly, he found that Gareth turning into a murder or a rapist had the most possibility of occurring, but the worst case was his brother finding out.

â??I have a better idea. Why donâ??t I meet you at your studio? Or do you work it right in your own home, because I can do with both.â? the teen offered, giving a small coaxing tone in his voice. Despite the fact that he shouldnâ??t flirt with creepy men, he was unable to help himself. Ai was just too use to flirting with anyone that came his way; mainly because of work. His self motto was: Be friendly, be cheerful, beâ?¦seductive.
 
Listening to the man on the other end, he perked up. He wanted to go to his studio or here? He thought for a while, trying to think of which would be better. Factoring in the man in the bathroom and then the insecurity the other was bound to have being with the whole situation of meeting the man he thought was a rapist murderer type. He sighed softly and made his way toward the kitchen, beginning to put on a pot of tea for himself and the little blond that ... was currently using his shower. He groaned, glaring at the bathroom and rolling his eyes. Julian made himself a home far too often for his liking. Not that he would really protest all that much, but he definitely wanted to whack him a few times for just taking. No, â??hey, can I use your showerâ??. Nope, he would probably have the blond coming out and whining that he did not like the shampoo in there or that there was no conditioner or something.

Grumbling a few times, he set the kettle onto the stovetop before shrugging. â??My studio works best for us all I suppose. The address is on the other side of the card I gave you. We can meet whatever time you want.â? He really did not care. He was just happy that he was getting the opportunity to photograph him! He probably would not draw him for a while. Not until he was positive that the other was comfortable with him and knew he was not going to kill him. Then, he would let him meet at his house. He sketched at his apartment, photographed in the studio â?? most of the time. He would sometimes take pictures of his models outside, like in the weather as it was now. He loved winter for some reason. The snow falling looked beautiful with the pictures and the models he chose. He normally liked to have the darker haired models in the snow, but with Julian, he would put him in dark clothes and hoods and whatnot so that he stood out even more with those blond locks.​
 
For a moment, there was nothing on the other line and he figured that the man was just thinking about his offer. Though it appeared strange that he was offering such a thing when he was suspicious of the other man being a murderer, but he was not going to chance his brother finding him out. Not until he secured that this was going to be something he was going to stick to for a bit. As he waited patiently for the other male to respond, he checked his time for how long he had at the computer, before realizing that it was almost up. So instead of waiting on the phone mindlessly, he packed up his belongings and began to head out of the door. It was then that mister creep finally decided to answer him. He mentioned something about the studio, which was the best idea, since that meant that there would be others there, right? However, when he was given the free-range of time, he paused and thought about that.

Ai checked his phoneâ??s time and saw that it was only five thirty. There was more silence as he thought about whether or not this was a good time. â??Well, if youâ??re free, we can get together now. Itâ??s not too late. If not, I can always do tomorrowâ?¦â? the blonde offered, pondering on this at the same time. If he was to go now, then Al really couldnâ??t stop him, could he? It appeared to be a good idea, and he wouldnâ??t have to waste his day tomorrow if this didnâ??t turn out well. Just maybe a dinner and some trial shots didnâ??t appear too bad. As he waited for an answer, he stopped walking and just sat at the front of the library, thinking that if the answer was yes, he didnâ??t want to be traveling the wrong direction. If and when he got there, he reminded himself that he would just up and leave if he saw anything suspicious, felt anything malicious, or just plainly didnâ??t like the guy. After all, Ai was the one who had the last say in this, wasnâ??t he?
 
Gareth smiled. Now? Oh, he liked the idea of that. He glanced over to his clock and nodded. â??Sure! Now definitely works. Iâ??ll be there in fifteen minutes or so. Take your time though. Oh! If you get there before us, go up to floor eight. There should be a chair for you to sit in. Kay? See you soon.â? He said, waiting to double check that there was nothing else the other had to question or ask, he hung up the phone and he then headed into the bathroom, just in time for the blond to get some clothes on. â??Come on. Weâ??re going back to the studio.â? He stated, ruffling his neatly combed hair â?? which got quite the whine from the other â?? and then made his way out of the bathroom. He slipped into a pair of shoes, pulled on his jacket, and once the other was good to go, he led the way to the car that was there. Nothing fancy. Just a little VW bug that he adored â?? bright green too. He hopped inside and then was off down the road.

It did not take him too long to get to the studio. He hopped out of the car and then made his way toward the large office building. There were numerous businesses in this one, and he liked it that way. That way, there was always something going on. The workers that stayed late, business meetings that have to be held at ten in the afternoon so that Tokyo can be awake. It was interesting. He liked to talk to the people that were there too. He found them quite intriguing actually. He even got a few to let him take their pictures. Sure, he did not pay them, but that was for one reason because he did not sell the photo. Yes, he still took pleasure photos. He was very much an artist. Not too much of a picky one either. He liked things perfect, but he was not completely stubborn to throw away a picture because a hair was out of place.

Taking the blond with him, he made his way to the elevator, poking the button and then up they went. The doors opened to a lovely little foyer where there was a comfy couch and big chairs that were there. He looked around, double checking that the man was not there before he shooed Julian off since he â??had to pissâ??. For such a little feminine thing, he was quite vulgar.​
 
When he heard that they were going to meet up right away, he didnâ??t even wait to say a goodbye nor if mister creep had anything else to say. Instead, the teen just closed his flip-phone, effectively cutting the other man off, and shoved it in his pocket. The card in his hand was like his ticket to something better or worst, and he just stood there and stared at it for a good while. It wasnâ??t like he was worried about going, or that he was â??fearfulâ??. Rather, he was almost excited for something new to happen in his life. It was like he was going to dance away into some la-la land or so and escape his current, routinely life. Thatâ??s ridiculousâ?¦this guy could still be some murderer that is going to gut you the second you let your guard downâ?¦ Ai found himself thinking, before shaking in his head. He needed to stop thinking mister creep was some lunatic that was going to kill him. If this guy was to become his employer, that was no way to build a good relationship.

Checking the time the bus was going to come, he realized that it was going to be a good few minutes before he would be able to catch the one west. As the blonde just stood there, he flipped the business card in his hands back and forth, just pondering on what to do when he got there. He would obviously check if the building was suspicious. After that, he had to make sure that he wasnâ??t going to be alone with just those two right off the bat, because what if they were accomplishes? Once he was done with checking those two things, he would attempt to be a bit more opened minded about this whole deal.

If mister creep didnâ??t look like he was going to murder Ai, the teen thought that maybe, he would have been much more opened to this idea. Being a model sounded rather fun, and he thought that if he was to fit the bill, then perhaps he could make a good amount of money to give the cafés the little boosts they needed.

As he thought about that, he realized that his thumb had been covering some of the street address of the building for him. â??Wowâ?¦youâ??re so smart, Abaddon.â? he mocked himself, seeing that the place was rather close and in walking distances. Shaking his head, he began to walk towards the designated building. After a good ten minutes, he saw that the place was one of those multi-mini spaces. Each sector was probably a different business, so that meant that mister creep rented out a very public area. But then again, a kidnap in a public area was one of the easiestâ?¦

Firmly telling himself not to think that way, he treads inside and went to the eighth floor as told. When he reached the floor, he was in a rather empty hallway that leads to doors. That was probably the studio as planned. Well, goodbye, all who knew meâ?¦ he thought rather sarcastically, before knocking on the doors.
 
Gareth and Julian wound up wandering around the studio for a short while. The blond whined about wanting this and wanting to do that and the brunette could not help but to whack him a few times. Not hard. Oh, never hard. A bruised model would not be a good thing now would it? Nope, just enough to get him to wind up whining about the hit a bit more and tell him he was going to call some service or another. He just batted all the whining away. Any why? He pays his bills basically. He could not fire him either. If he did, then he would lose his form of income and therefore lose his apartment and that would just wind up with the blond living with him in his apartment and that he definitely could not take! Bad enough he practically lived there already. He was constantly at his place and making himself at home. If anyone were to look in his closet, they would definitely think they were some sort of item. About half of the clothes were his. It was slightly disturbing.

When he heard the knock on the door, both men perked up. Gareth turned his eyes to the door that led to the foyer and he smiled happily. Turning back to Julian, he narrowed his eyes. â??You. Stay. I donâ??t want to scare him off yet.â? He then released him from having tried to tie his arms â?? just donâ??t ask â?? and then left the room to go investigate. He slowly opened up the door and smiled all the more at the man that was there. â??Welcome!â? He chimed happily and stepped aside to let him inside a bit more. He was definitely glad he came â?? and without any authorities! That was always a bonus. He had had that happen before. But that was for a different reason. No one had yet to think he was some murderer rapist type of person. Since he was not. He was a well-known artist and photographer and people tended to like him. Apparently, not so with everyone. He was okay with that though. He was just happy he opted to come.

Julian slowly poked his head out of the back room. His emerald eyes traveling along the newest addition and his eyes sparkled instantly. A soft squeal passed his lips before he was running toward the male, having every intention to tackle him and love him and everything else of that sort. He squeaked happily once more, about to leap onto the man when Gareth took a hold of the back of his shirt, pulling him sharply back to his side. The man turned and narrowed his eyes at the blond. â??What did I tell you about behaving, hm? Youâ??re going to scare him off. He already thinks Iâ??m some murderer ... So chill would you?â? He groaned, flicking the otherâ??s ear before turning back to the man, smiling a little more. â??We never were rightfully introduced.â? He held out his hand to the other. â??Gareth Johnson. The spaz beside me is Julian ... Later on, Iâ??ll have you two model together.â?​
 
When the door opened, he attempted to smile slightly, because it was just rude not to smile when you came to visit your future benefactor or murderer. Mister creep appeared really happy that he had actually came, making him wonder if the artist had willing models, or if he was the last resort. Whatever the case was, he was just going to tough it through and give this whole evening a chance. This could be a good break away from the mundane life that he had and potentially, he could make a lot of money. It wasnâ??t as if he was only looking at the money, but as they say, â??money talksâ??, and as a college student, he knew heâ??d need the money. While the money from working at the shop was mediocre and got him by, the prospect of five grand for just a few shots was much more appealing. That was a class or two right there, and depending on how long he was going to stay the otherâ??s model, he could earn enough to go through a year or two. It was one of the strongest reasons he was willing to try this new venue of distraction from his life.

Gareth stepped aside after a greeting, which he took as the initiative for him to come in. Hoping that this wasnâ??t going to be some trap and he was going to get murdered, he took a tentative step into the studio. At first, nothing seemed to jump at him, so he calmed his imagination and walked in completely, half wondering if when the photographer closed the door, did he locked it. Nothing appeared to be out of place, he noted, as he glanced around the area. All upscale items, nice and neat, no signs of someone having been killed or raped hereâ?¦all in all, he was kind of soothed that this was turning out to be legit.

However, when some random blonde came jumping at him with a small squeal and squeak, Ai took a step back as if to run. Was this the moment that he was tackled down and kidnapped? Trapped in this studio and murdered by mister creep and this little blonde girly-man? A soft intake of breath came from him before the other blonde was firmly stopped by Gareth; the explanation that the other man gave to the new person was rather comical if he was watching this moment as a movie instead of actually being in the moment.

He quickly realized that he was being spoken to, since he had somewhat zoned into thoughts. â??Uhâ?¦right. Iâ??m Abaddon Liueth, but you can call me Ai for shortâ?¦â? the light blonde offered, holding out a hand to shake Garethâ??s and then to Julian. This was business and for a moment, Ai didnâ??t think anything bad was going to come out of this. The two were rather â??normalâ?? people that were just trying to get a second model it appeared, and with Julianâ??s appearance, he wondered what his part was going to be. The other blonde was â??prettyâ?? and â??desirable by the publicâ??, that much was obvious. So if Julian was so â??cute and cuddlyâ??, then did that mean Ai was supposed to act and look the same way so that thereâ??d be duel images? He rarely paid much attention to pictures aside from family ones, and he didnâ??t know what was looked for in them. Whatever they were looking for though, he hoped he filled the position. After all, he was already here, so why not treat it like this was a job interview and turn on the charm?

[ooc; Happy birthday~! ^.^ Saw that it's your birthday today at the bottom of the BMR index. xD
 
Julian squealed softly with the other, about to pounce him once more but the look from Gareth made him calm down and clear his throat a little. â??It is lovely to meet you, Ai.â? He said, turning to the photographer and sticking his tongue out before he â??hmmphâ??ed and walked back toward the other room. A pout kept to his lips as he began to wander around, upset that Gareth would not let him play with the other. Stupid photographer â?? what did he know anyway? Other than paying for ... his everything. Damn.

Gareth took the otherâ??s hand, shaking the limb simply before he had shooed away Julian. He loved his little blond ball of energy, but there were just times when his energy consumed and frightened. Julian really needed to get out more often. He shook his head a little then turned to look back at Ai, smiling a little reassuringly, or hoping it was. â??Come in. Take your coat off. Stay a while. You can keep your mace with you if you want.â? He shrugged before he began to lead the way farther into the studio, figuring that the other would follow. â??I donâ??t have a receptionist or anything, just me and my camera ... and Julian and the random model like you. If you do feel too nervous, feel free to just ... run out of here. I wonâ??t be too offended.â? He smiled again, turning to look at the other and he then returned to where he was walking.

He stopped in a fairly open room. In the center was the area where the more professional photographs were taken. Lights, the reflectors, a very nice camera on a tripod â?? all were over there. But to the other side was an area that seemed more like a den than anything else. Couch, two chairs, a coffee table. There was a hallway in front of them with a few rooms on either side that were the changing rooms, or rooms with clothes, make up, things of that sort depending on what he was photographing.

He turned to look at Ai, clapping his hands together as he did so. â??Okay!â? He said, fighting back the urge to grin like a buffoon. He really was excited about a new model, but he had to be sure he did not scare him off or anything. â??Hereâ??s the deal. First times at modeling can be very awkward, even without thinking the photographer is out to kill you. So, I figured that you could just sit and talk with Juli or well, what do you want to do? Whatever will make you feel comfortable, I will do it.â? He smiled warmly, his eyes keeping to the otherâ??s, the blue orbs sparkling with his giddy thoughts. Ah, Ai definitely would look beautiful beside Julian, especially with how the other photographed. Oh, if Ai turned more submissive-looking in photographs, he would definitely have a ball.​
 
Upon the offer for him to just run out of the place if he got nervous, Ai chuckled and shook his head. Sure, there was the possibility of him getting killed in this place, but at the same time, he couldnâ??t imagine a killer housing such a perky blonde. Then again, what if heâ??s so drugged up, he canâ??t tell the difference between someone sane and someone not? the teen wondered, suddenly seeing Julian in another light. He swallowed hard and had to push a smile on is face at the strange thought. Ai wondered if he had watched too many horror movies and news recently.

When they reached a different room, he figured this was the place that the other male would be taking the pictures. The place was rather open, with barely any furniture and more lighting equipment than anything. The cameras all looked really expensive, the kind that you had to have specially ordered and made, instead of the â??cheapâ?? digital ones one could find at the local stores. All in all, this guy appeared to be legit, so that made him loosen up just a fraction. He tugged on his shirt to make sure it was straight and turned to face the photographer when the man clapped for his attention. Even though Gareth was probably trying not to appear like some crazy man, the repressed grin was not helping his case. In fact, it was rather scary; murder with a laugh scary.

As he listened to his instructions, he realized that they were both probably hoping this worked outâ??to whatever end they were searching for. Shrugging, he glanced around the room and decided to move himself towards the couch. â??I guess I can rest here. I mean, just talk with Julian, right? I can do thatâ?¦but will you be taking pictures while we talk?â? Ai wondered, glancing around the room from his new position. Strangely, it felt like he was being â??watchedâ??, with the cameras facing towards him and the roomâ??s shape just naturally lighting up the area. It was ridiculous that he was thinking like that, especially since the cameras were not on. However, he felt almost vulnerable with the cameras around and the fact that he wasnâ??t able to tell if the cameras were filming, capturing pictures of him secretly, or they were just standing there, waiting to be used.

Biting his bottom lip as he gazed around the room once more to get a good look at each of the cameras, the blonde swallowed and forced his eyes back to Garethâ??s figure. â??Soâ?¦.what now?â? the teen wondered, shifting his coat on him. He had yet to take it off as the other male and suggested, but it wasnâ??t mainly because he had his mace in his pocket. Ai was naturally subconscious about showing himself off for the camera, and even though he didnâ??t mind being in just a tee-shirt and jeans in front of others, it was a different thing to be taken pictures of. He supposed that was called â??camera shyâ??, but hoped that this would force him to get out of it. After all, a few thousands for a few pictures? It would be worth it.
 
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