sugar & spice
Jui and Ryouhei
Outside modelling agency
Rated PG
Oh work, work, work. It was so much easier than prostitution, and many talents from that helped make modeling a piece of cake.
For, Ryouhei was already an expert at posing and looking cute for the camera, and as a Lolita cross dresser that’s all he really had to do to excel at his job.
And there he was, at one of the agency’s studios doing his second photoshoot. The first had been for the agency’s website, and this one was actually for a magazine that would come out in three weeks. It would be the ex-prostitutes official debut.
The crew was still wary about working with him, but he was close to befriending them all by showering his charisma all over them, an honest charisma that a lot of the other models did now have.
Ryouhei sighed as the photographer finished the last shot before the half hour cigarette break… because apparently all the studio workers needed to smoke a pack for every photoshoot…
…He didn’t complain about the oddness however, because he was exhausted and very ready for this break. It was so stuffy in the room and he was very ready to go outside to get some air.
He waved bye to the director and wandered out the back door. “Ah! Fresh air, you are amazing indeed.”
Jui snapped back to reality at the sound of another voice. He'd been text messaging constantly all day, had really been very out of it and he couldn't do anything to fix the problem. It was frustrating, the feeling that his brain was wrapped in a barrier of static that prevented him from really getting anything that was going on.
Maybe it was hunger or maybe he was tired. Whatever the case, it was a damn good thing he wasn't really doing anything besides going to some silly meeting that day. Until then, he'd decided to hang out because the agency was really much more exciting than his home and he wasn't in the mood to see his school friends.
A glance at the person next to him held familiarity. Ryouhei. He already hated him because everyone was talking about him. Indeed, when Morikawa Shun had a new personal favourite, the whole damn world knew about them. And that meant competition. Good for later, but at the moment Jui didn't particulalrly feel like stomping anyone into the ground.
And so he just ignored him, pretending both that he didn't know who he was and that he hadn't noticed in the first place.
Ryouhei’s ears pricked up at the sound of buttons being pushed on a phone and his head turned.
oh…
OH!
Hello Mr. Jui Ayukawa.
A big grin graced the girly model’s features and he put his arms behind his back in an innocent gesture. “Well look who we have here!” He was trying hard not to laugh, but his eye betrayed just how amused he was by the fact that he was finally going to meet the pussy boy by the name of Jui.
Oh, great.
It took Jui all of two seconds to decide that he really did not like Ryouhei and probably never would. Regardless, he couldn't be mean to him; he already had a slight dent in his appearance to the world because of what had happened with Jun ki. Dammit.
He hit send and closed his phone, smiling brightly at the irritating person next to him. "Hi there!" He took a step back to study Ryouhei. 'Tch. Fat. "I think I recognize you, but I can't quite remember your name. I'm sorry."
Ryouhei raised his eyebrow at his incredibly fake hello. He wanted to burst out laughing at this… child in front of him. “Hello! You must be the most famous idol ever Jui Ayukawa. Oh I’m just so honored to meet you.” There was slight sarcasm in the way he voiced the final part, but it was a true statement.
He was honored to meet the fakest person in Akachou… which was saying something, and Ryouhei just couldn’t wait to push him until he cracked at him.
The funny thing, to everyone else it would probably appear that Ryouhei was very fond of Jui and wanted to be his best friend.
“But yes, my name is Ryouhei Hoshida, I’m new here.” Morikawa had decided to change his name slightly so he wouldn’t even have any connection to the Ryouhei that was considered a runaway and then presumed dead.
Most famous idol ever? Jui could detect every note of sarcasm the other model apparently thought he was hiding. Two minutes into meeting him and he was already a condescending fuck. It was all Jui could do not to throw his Diet Coke all over his face.
"I wouldn't say that." A light laugh. "That title belongs to Nakazawa Yuuko." Who had apparently been murdered with zero evidence left behind. A little bit nervewracking for anyone following in her footsteps, but only a little.
"Yes. Nice to meet you, Hoshida-san."
Only not. Not at all.
“Nakazawa? Didn’t she become a nutcase or someone? But yes…. It is quite nice to meet you.” And it was indeed. “So you must be thinking to yourself, oh my god get this person away from me. But it’s really funny because you won’t admit it.” And it was. Ryouhei could detect the slight twitch in the corner of the idol’s eye from years of practice in his old line of work.
Oh yes, Jui was pissy.
But the real question was, was he going to actually show this?
Ryouhei guessed that he wouldn’t, but he didn’t mind because it was going to be fun as hell to watch.
What? Dear God, this guy was...
Annoying.
"Why would I be thinking that?" Jui kept the smile plastered to his face, so fake it almost hurt. He was so used to this- pretending to like people he despised right off the bat. If Ryouhei could tell, he was either very perceptive or Jui was just a little too tired that day.
“Oh no reason, no reason at all,” Ryouhei answered patting the skinnier boy on the back. “Don’t worry, you’re not slipping, I just have known people like you all of my life.” He smiled rather egotistically and then stepped back.
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell, but that won’t stop me from trying to get you to crack. I have a feeling we’ll be seeing an aaawful looot of each other,” Ryouhei continued in a sing-song voice.
Was it even possible? Jui was had the best mask, the best Ryouhei’s ever seen.
And the anger faded into amusement within seconds. A sort of hostile amusement- Ryouhei's cockiness was irritating but at the same time Jui didn't even consider him worth the effort of disliking.
What a waste of space, camera film... of time. His and Shun's.
"I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about, Hoshida-san. Are you feeling all right?"
He was doing it all wrong, being far too forward, far too presumptuous. One thing was for certain; with that kind of behaviour he wouldn't make it half as far as Jui already had.
Ryouhei snorted and rolled his eyes. Jui had moved on to the next stage, that twitch was gone…. …or at least he thought it might be. He would have to tread a bit carefully. Jui probably wanted to play the bitchy cunt in all of this, but Ryouhei would not falter.
“Nah, and I know what I’m talking about, even if you don’t and really that’s all that matters. That and the amusement I get out of all your little charade.” It was probably time to step back though. “I don’t do anything in pure malice though, so don’t take it to heart. I’m really just here to work and get money so that I’m not a complete mooch off my friend anymore.”
Jui was probably just in this for the fame, he probably didn’t even need the money.
Bullshit. There were a million other jobs people with no education could get. Nobody did this just for the money- and if that were the case, he certainly wouldn't be able to handle it. Did this guy really have no experience at all? Because he obviously had no idea what he was doing.
The change of subject was welcome, though. There were only so many ways to brush a person off.
"I see. That's admirable of you." Only not, because if his competition was doing this all for the wrong reasons then that just sucked. "Have you never done this before or something?" He looked far too old to just be starting out. How sad. What a sad, fat person he was dealing with.
“Well… ….I used to do uh something similar… thus making this job an utter piece of cake. The relationship interworkings here are so much easier to understand.” When you didn’t have to worry about, wives, pimps, whores screwing you over, who you could bother in the slums, who would kill you if you looked at them funny.
Yes, this was much, much easier.
"I see." This definitely wasn't going to work. Jui had nothing to worry about except a constant irritation trying to get him to... what was it...
break?
What an arrogant prick. Far worse things had stained the life of Ayukawa Jui than some annoying model.
"Well, trying to get me to lose my cool isn't going to make you money." Said in the friendliest manner ever, a slight laugh in his voice. As if they were friends...
Which they weren't and never, ever would be.
“No it won’t, it’ll just enrich my life. And your talented so I don’t think you will in public, until it adds up over time, I just expect you to scream at me one of the times you know no one else is looking or is in hearing range.” Ryouhei smiled.
“The funny thing is, is that we’ll probably appear like best friends to the world because of your mask and how epically friendly I’m acting towards you. So ironic.” Ryouhei wished he could sit on the ground, but the wardrobe people would probably fry him on a stick for it.
He rather liked living.
Scream at him? It was likely, but Jui sort of wanted him to quit before he started for the sake of his sanity.
"Yeah, well..." He took a sip of his Diet Coke. "That's what this business is about. Fooling people. For example, you're fooling people into thinking you're a woman, I'm fooling people into thinking I'm a virgin. Being fake friends with you isn't exactly going to be difficult." Just a bit of his guard was slipping- not that it was a big deal because it was obvious that Ryouhei wasn't like everyone else.
He was one hell of a lot more irritating.
Ryouhei smiled. “Though I don’t tell the world I’m a girl, I just dress in girl clothing, unlike you.” He laughed a bit. “Not that I’m not fooling people, my secrets are probably 100 times more horrible than yours. If I was in America I probably would never be able to show my face again.” A secret for a little hint.
He heard noises coming from behind him and he grimaced.
“They must be starting to file back in, I probably have only ten-seven minutes left before I have to return… and just when I was getting to know you.” He smiled sweetly.
"Go, I have things to do." Jui's meeting didn't start for half an hour, but he'd find someone else to talk to. Maybe stop by to visit that makeup artist again...
Yeah.
Good plan.
"Bye, Hoshida-san. I'm looking forward to working with you again."
Ryouhei winked. “Oh of course, I as well.” He laughed. “Keep up the good work Ayukawa-san.” And with that he left to go back to his photoshoot. But he really did wish that he could have spoken longer….
oh well… there is always next time
And there was definitely going to be… a next time.
Outside modelling agency
Rated PG
Oh work, work, work. It was so much easier than prostitution, and many talents from that helped make modeling a piece of cake.
For, Ryouhei was already an expert at posing and looking cute for the camera, and as a Lolita cross dresser that’s all he really had to do to excel at his job.
And there he was, at one of the agency’s studios doing his second photoshoot. The first had been for the agency’s website, and this one was actually for a magazine that would come out in three weeks. It would be the ex-prostitutes official debut.
The crew was still wary about working with him, but he was close to befriending them all by showering his charisma all over them, an honest charisma that a lot of the other models did now have.
Ryouhei sighed as the photographer finished the last shot before the half hour cigarette break… because apparently all the studio workers needed to smoke a pack for every photoshoot…
…He didn’t complain about the oddness however, because he was exhausted and very ready for this break. It was so stuffy in the room and he was very ready to go outside to get some air.
He waved bye to the director and wandered out the back door. “Ah! Fresh air, you are amazing indeed.”
Jui snapped back to reality at the sound of another voice. He'd been text messaging constantly all day, had really been very out of it and he couldn't do anything to fix the problem. It was frustrating, the feeling that his brain was wrapped in a barrier of static that prevented him from really getting anything that was going on.
Maybe it was hunger or maybe he was tired. Whatever the case, it was a damn good thing he wasn't really doing anything besides going to some silly meeting that day. Until then, he'd decided to hang out because the agency was really much more exciting than his home and he wasn't in the mood to see his school friends.
A glance at the person next to him held familiarity. Ryouhei. He already hated him because everyone was talking about him. Indeed, when Morikawa Shun had a new personal favourite, the whole damn world knew about them. And that meant competition. Good for later, but at the moment Jui didn't particulalrly feel like stomping anyone into the ground.
And so he just ignored him, pretending both that he didn't know who he was and that he hadn't noticed in the first place.
Ryouhei’s ears pricked up at the sound of buttons being pushed on a phone and his head turned.
oh…
OH!
Hello Mr. Jui Ayukawa.
A big grin graced the girly model’s features and he put his arms behind his back in an innocent gesture. “Well look who we have here!” He was trying hard not to laugh, but his eye betrayed just how amused he was by the fact that he was finally going to meet the pussy boy by the name of Jui.
Oh, great.
It took Jui all of two seconds to decide that he really did not like Ryouhei and probably never would. Regardless, he couldn't be mean to him; he already had a slight dent in his appearance to the world because of what had happened with Jun ki. Dammit.
He hit send and closed his phone, smiling brightly at the irritating person next to him. "Hi there!" He took a step back to study Ryouhei. 'Tch. Fat. "I think I recognize you, but I can't quite remember your name. I'm sorry."
Ryouhei raised his eyebrow at his incredibly fake hello. He wanted to burst out laughing at this… child in front of him. “Hello! You must be the most famous idol ever Jui Ayukawa. Oh I’m just so honored to meet you.” There was slight sarcasm in the way he voiced the final part, but it was a true statement.
He was honored to meet the fakest person in Akachou… which was saying something, and Ryouhei just couldn’t wait to push him until he cracked at him.
The funny thing, to everyone else it would probably appear that Ryouhei was very fond of Jui and wanted to be his best friend.
“But yes, my name is Ryouhei Hoshida, I’m new here.” Morikawa had decided to change his name slightly so he wouldn’t even have any connection to the Ryouhei that was considered a runaway and then presumed dead.
Most famous idol ever? Jui could detect every note of sarcasm the other model apparently thought he was hiding. Two minutes into meeting him and he was already a condescending fuck. It was all Jui could do not to throw his Diet Coke all over his face.
"I wouldn't say that." A light laugh. "That title belongs to Nakazawa Yuuko." Who had apparently been murdered with zero evidence left behind. A little bit nervewracking for anyone following in her footsteps, but only a little.
"Yes. Nice to meet you, Hoshida-san."
Only not. Not at all.
“Nakazawa? Didn’t she become a nutcase or someone? But yes…. It is quite nice to meet you.” And it was indeed. “So you must be thinking to yourself, oh my god get this person away from me. But it’s really funny because you won’t admit it.” And it was. Ryouhei could detect the slight twitch in the corner of the idol’s eye from years of practice in his old line of work.
Oh yes, Jui was pissy.
But the real question was, was he going to actually show this?
Ryouhei guessed that he wouldn’t, but he didn’t mind because it was going to be fun as hell to watch.
What? Dear God, this guy was...
Annoying.
"Why would I be thinking that?" Jui kept the smile plastered to his face, so fake it almost hurt. He was so used to this- pretending to like people he despised right off the bat. If Ryouhei could tell, he was either very perceptive or Jui was just a little too tired that day.
“Oh no reason, no reason at all,” Ryouhei answered patting the skinnier boy on the back. “Don’t worry, you’re not slipping, I just have known people like you all of my life.” He smiled rather egotistically and then stepped back.
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell, but that won’t stop me from trying to get you to crack. I have a feeling we’ll be seeing an aaawful looot of each other,” Ryouhei continued in a sing-song voice.
Was it even possible? Jui was had the best mask, the best Ryouhei’s ever seen.
And the anger faded into amusement within seconds. A sort of hostile amusement- Ryouhei's cockiness was irritating but at the same time Jui didn't even consider him worth the effort of disliking.
What a waste of space, camera film... of time. His and Shun's.
"I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about, Hoshida-san. Are you feeling all right?"
He was doing it all wrong, being far too forward, far too presumptuous. One thing was for certain; with that kind of behaviour he wouldn't make it half as far as Jui already had.
Ryouhei snorted and rolled his eyes. Jui had moved on to the next stage, that twitch was gone…. …or at least he thought it might be. He would have to tread a bit carefully. Jui probably wanted to play the bitchy cunt in all of this, but Ryouhei would not falter.
“Nah, and I know what I’m talking about, even if you don’t and really that’s all that matters. That and the amusement I get out of all your little charade.” It was probably time to step back though. “I don’t do anything in pure malice though, so don’t take it to heart. I’m really just here to work and get money so that I’m not a complete mooch off my friend anymore.”
Jui was probably just in this for the fame, he probably didn’t even need the money.
Bullshit. There were a million other jobs people with no education could get. Nobody did this just for the money- and if that were the case, he certainly wouldn't be able to handle it. Did this guy really have no experience at all? Because he obviously had no idea what he was doing.
The change of subject was welcome, though. There were only so many ways to brush a person off.
"I see. That's admirable of you." Only not, because if his competition was doing this all for the wrong reasons then that just sucked. "Have you never done this before or something?" He looked far too old to just be starting out. How sad. What a sad, fat person he was dealing with.
“Well… ….I used to do uh something similar… thus making this job an utter piece of cake. The relationship interworkings here are so much easier to understand.” When you didn’t have to worry about, wives, pimps, whores screwing you over, who you could bother in the slums, who would kill you if you looked at them funny.
Yes, this was much, much easier.
"I see." This definitely wasn't going to work. Jui had nothing to worry about except a constant irritation trying to get him to... what was it...
break?
What an arrogant prick. Far worse things had stained the life of Ayukawa Jui than some annoying model.
"Well, trying to get me to lose my cool isn't going to make you money." Said in the friendliest manner ever, a slight laugh in his voice. As if they were friends...
Which they weren't and never, ever would be.
“No it won’t, it’ll just enrich my life. And your talented so I don’t think you will in public, until it adds up over time, I just expect you to scream at me one of the times you know no one else is looking or is in hearing range.” Ryouhei smiled.
“The funny thing is, is that we’ll probably appear like best friends to the world because of your mask and how epically friendly I’m acting towards you. So ironic.” Ryouhei wished he could sit on the ground, but the wardrobe people would probably fry him on a stick for it.
He rather liked living.
Scream at him? It was likely, but Jui sort of wanted him to quit before he started for the sake of his sanity.
"Yeah, well..." He took a sip of his Diet Coke. "That's what this business is about. Fooling people. For example, you're fooling people into thinking you're a woman, I'm fooling people into thinking I'm a virgin. Being fake friends with you isn't exactly going to be difficult." Just a bit of his guard was slipping- not that it was a big deal because it was obvious that Ryouhei wasn't like everyone else.
He was one hell of a lot more irritating.
Ryouhei smiled. “Though I don’t tell the world I’m a girl, I just dress in girl clothing, unlike you.” He laughed a bit. “Not that I’m not fooling people, my secrets are probably 100 times more horrible than yours. If I was in America I probably would never be able to show my face again.” A secret for a little hint.
He heard noises coming from behind him and he grimaced.
“They must be starting to file back in, I probably have only ten-seven minutes left before I have to return… and just when I was getting to know you.” He smiled sweetly.
"Go, I have things to do." Jui's meeting didn't start for half an hour, but he'd find someone else to talk to. Maybe stop by to visit that makeup artist again...
Yeah.
Good plan.
"Bye, Hoshida-san. I'm looking forward to working with you again."
Ryouhei winked. “Oh of course, I as well.” He laughed. “Keep up the good work Ayukawa-san.” And with that he left to go back to his photoshoot. But he really did wish that he could have spoken longer….
oh well… there is always next time
And there was definitely going to be… a next time.