i Need you. you need Me.
[Ryouhei Hoshina. Shun Morikawa]
[Satsuki Residence. Morikawa Agencies]
[PG-13]
[i Need you.]
Ryouhei stared out the kitchen window, his legs crossed, his chin propped up onto his fist. It was the middle of the day, but raining, a gloomy fog was settled on the grass.
What was he going to do?
He had thought about this for days and days on end. Weeks had gone by, and the brunette still didn’t have an answer to this question.
Ever since the Kisaki fiasco, he had been unable to return to work. He never even tried, he had no motivation to get back into a job he hated with a passion. He wanted to stop having sex with people he hated. He wanted to stop feeling like he was worth nothing. But… but he had to stop freeloading off of Satsuki.
Satsuki was his best friend, or at least Ryouhei consider him that as odd as it was for a man to ever admit that he had anything other than buddies. The two of them acted like women enough though.
To get a job though? Was it even possible for an ex-prostitute to get one without any credentials? And even more, was there anything that he wanted to do with his life? His body was the only thing that seemed to be going for him talent wise, he had practically no education and the only kind of experience he had was how to avoid murderers and pimps.
The girly man sighed again and went back to looking through the magazine that he had stolen from a convenience store a month ago. His eyes stopped on an interview with a certain male model by the name of Jui Ayukawa. The boy was all the rage among girls.
Wait.
Wait
A small smile curled Ryouhei’s lips. It was a long shot, an incredibly long shot. He pushed the magazine away and stood up, scraping the chair. Satsuki wouldn’t be back from work for hours, so he had enough time.
He rushed out of the kitchen, through the hallway, and into the sanctuary that belonged to his bipolar friend. Ryouhei plopped himself in front of the computer, his heart was starting to race as his fingers tapped out Jui’s name into Satsuki’s default search engine.
BAM!
Ryouhei’s small smile turned into a grin. He had found what he was looking for. His large hand moved the mouse over the printer button and in a moment he was walking out the door, a denim mini skirt pulled over his pants, and a piece of paper in his hands.
Things had better hell go his way.
Later, in the business district of Akachou, Shun Morikawa was sipping at some tea as he reorganized his papers. Jui was doing well, incredibly well, but something was missing. He couldn’t quite figure it out, the boy definitely had drive, and Shun was quite fond of it, but it was something else.
He sighed and put down the papers down into their file. He shouldn’t complain though, the rest of his models came no where even close to his little star’s success, and because of him Shun’s agency was doing better and better, he was even starting to get more transfer models because they respected his ability more than their former agents.
Then again, Shun was never one to stop improving, even if it wasn’t himself that he wasn’t improving.
Suddenly there was a bang and the tall man flinched slightly in his chair, surprised by the sudden noise. Then there were loud noises of arguing. Shun winced as his new secretary, Michiko’s, voice grew even shriller than normal.
Swearing under his breath, the agent got up from his desk and went to his door, just as it was slammed open with another bang and a girlish looking man came waltzing in.
Oh, boy, what is this?
Ryouhei shut the door behind him, the annoying twit who must have been Shun Morikawa’s secretary was still screaming at him, but grew quiet, probably giving up or deciding that Morikawa could probably deal with him better.
Speaking of him, the ex-prostitute duly noticed that the man did not look happy. Oh well, he probably would get that way eventually during the conversation, Ryouhei could only hope to the spirits that his looks would get him through this.
“Um, sorry about all of this, but there’s no way I would be able to set up an appointment and I would really like it if you could hear me out, it could be of interest for you.” He smiled sweetly and smoothed down his denim skirt so they lay flat on his pants and looked up at the agent in a challenging way.
Shun raised his eyebrow in a what-the-hell expression, before shaking his head and carefully walking back to his desk and sitting in his comfortable chair.
“I’ll be the judge of whether not it is interesting, but judging from your appearance it just may be.” His dark eyes were going over and over this man. He had never seen a more perfect face and body for a crossdresser. He also seemed incredibly abnormal.
“Go ahead, I’ll here you out,” he finally added. The agent hoped to God that he wouldn’t regret it.
On the other side of the room, Ryouhei’s smile turned into a smirk, the first challenge was over. He knew absolutely nothing about Shun Morikawa, but he seemed to be a business man down to the deepest reaches of his heart. He was hoping to use this to his advantage.
“Let me give it to you straight, Morikawa, I want to work for you as a model. I think I could benefit your company, I’m something unique, you don’t come across this everyday.” As he started to state his case, the ex-prostitute walked slowly towards Shun’s desk and then finally placed his hands on the agent’s desk and stared hard at him. “Sure you have Jui, but can Jui fit into any role, modeling or otherwise, that you want him to? He’s a prince, not a princess, you can’t get him in a skirt to look adorable, he ends up hot no matter what.”
On the inside he was shaking, he was afraid, he was shooting off all the thoughts he had had on the way to Morikawa’s agency. It was bullshit, but he had to believe that it was true, because if he did maybe Morikawa would as well.
He needed this to work.
This man is practically selling himself to me, was the first thought that went through Shun’s head as Ryouhei talked. The agent was struck by how this person could talk about himself like a product that could be packaged and given to anyone without another thought.
But…
…there was no doubt, the sheer determination in those eyes, the charisma that was flowing out of this man. His intuition was starting to go off, even if something seemed off about this entire thing. Why hadn’t this man made an appointment? Why wasn’t there a resume in his hands?
“You sound convincing, but I don’t see why can’t do better, do you have any experience, any credentials, do you even have an ID on you?” Shun set his elbows on the desk and leaned on his crossed fingers, his eyes looking up at this brunette wearing a skirt.
Ryouhei’s stance quivered a bit, but his eyes didn’t give up. “Morikawa, I have no experience in actual modeling, acting or any of that idol business, at least no legal experience. I don’t have any credentials and legally I don’t even exist,” Ryouhei kept his nervousness out of his voice.
He wasn’t going to get it, there was no way he could, not with all of that against him, Morikawa already seemed to be dismissing all that he had said he could offer. Had he gotten the little hopes he had up for nothing?
Then again, why had he gotten hopes up for the impossible?
In Shun’s mind, thoughts were racing. He actually showed emotion of surprise. This man in front of him didn’t legally exist? This could mean so many things, good and bad. At the same time he didn’t know what to think. In all his learning, his research, his experience, such a situation wasn’t even fathomed.
Yet, at the same time Shun’s intuition was starting to go off almost as much as the time he was reviewing Jui’s application for transfer. For the first time ever, the agent was actually torn and he did not like that feeling.
“Do you have at least a name? And an explanation?” He tried to keep his face from showing his true feelings.
Fuck. Ryouhei did NOT want to tell Shun about all of that, he was hoping that maybe it would be a complete secret and he’d never have to tell anyone again. That look on Shun’s face though… it said: I will know if you lie.
The brunette took a deep breath and let the information out. “Well, my name is Hoshina Ryouhei and… well.. within the first few months of High School my mother disappeared and I ended up on the streets… basically I’ve been a prostitute catering to male Lolita fantasies for the five years or so……” His voice trailed off. What else could he say to that?
Shun hid his reaction as his mind went over things again and again. He would have to cover all of that out, change Ryouhei’s last name and give him an entire new history that would be so fault free that even the most intrepid reporter couldn’t uncover it.
A smirk crossed his face. Ryouhei said he didn’t have legal experience, but it seemed like he sure had a ton of illegal experience. To Shun, experience was still experience.
“Well, it will take some work, Ryouhei, but I can clear up all of that. As you said, I can’t pass up a chance to get a unique person such as yourself.” The smirk grew larger as he anticipated Ryouhei’s reaction.
And, it was quite the reaction. Ryouhei’s eyes widened and he couldn’t help but shout, “What the hell!?” really loudly. He had NOT been expecting that. His heart beat wildely. Why the hell would any agent take him after learning that? Was Shun mental?
The amused expression on the agent’s face though, brought him back to Earth and he couldn’t help but flush slightly from embarrassment. “Sorry, I mean to say ‘thank you’, and you won’t regret it, I’ll get tons more popular than Jui and earn you back all the money that you’ll use to cover that up. That nancy boy’s got nothing on me.” He cocked his head and winked before bowing, showing some respect for his new boss.
Shun couldn’t help but chuckle and then smile in his mind.
He had found it… the thing Jui needed to be the perfect idol.
A rival.
[Satsuki Residence. Morikawa Agencies]
[PG-13]
[i Need you.]
Ryouhei stared out the kitchen window, his legs crossed, his chin propped up onto his fist. It was the middle of the day, but raining, a gloomy fog was settled on the grass.
What was he going to do?
He had thought about this for days and days on end. Weeks had gone by, and the brunette still didn’t have an answer to this question.
Ever since the Kisaki fiasco, he had been unable to return to work. He never even tried, he had no motivation to get back into a job he hated with a passion. He wanted to stop having sex with people he hated. He wanted to stop feeling like he was worth nothing. But… but he had to stop freeloading off of Satsuki.
Satsuki was his best friend, or at least Ryouhei consider him that as odd as it was for a man to ever admit that he had anything other than buddies. The two of them acted like women enough though.
To get a job though? Was it even possible for an ex-prostitute to get one without any credentials? And even more, was there anything that he wanted to do with his life? His body was the only thing that seemed to be going for him talent wise, he had practically no education and the only kind of experience he had was how to avoid murderers and pimps.
The girly man sighed again and went back to looking through the magazine that he had stolen from a convenience store a month ago. His eyes stopped on an interview with a certain male model by the name of Jui Ayukawa. The boy was all the rage among girls.
Wait.
Wait
A small smile curled Ryouhei’s lips. It was a long shot, an incredibly long shot. He pushed the magazine away and stood up, scraping the chair. Satsuki wouldn’t be back from work for hours, so he had enough time.
He rushed out of the kitchen, through the hallway, and into the sanctuary that belonged to his bipolar friend. Ryouhei plopped himself in front of the computer, his heart was starting to race as his fingers tapped out Jui’s name into Satsuki’s default search engine.
BAM!
Ryouhei’s small smile turned into a grin. He had found what he was looking for. His large hand moved the mouse over the printer button and in a moment he was walking out the door, a denim mini skirt pulled over his pants, and a piece of paper in his hands.
Things had better hell go his way.
Later, in the business district of Akachou, Shun Morikawa was sipping at some tea as he reorganized his papers. Jui was doing well, incredibly well, but something was missing. He couldn’t quite figure it out, the boy definitely had drive, and Shun was quite fond of it, but it was something else.
He sighed and put down the papers down into their file. He shouldn’t complain though, the rest of his models came no where even close to his little star’s success, and because of him Shun’s agency was doing better and better, he was even starting to get more transfer models because they respected his ability more than their former agents.
Then again, Shun was never one to stop improving, even if it wasn’t himself that he wasn’t improving.
Suddenly there was a bang and the tall man flinched slightly in his chair, surprised by the sudden noise. Then there were loud noises of arguing. Shun winced as his new secretary, Michiko’s, voice grew even shriller than normal.
Swearing under his breath, the agent got up from his desk and went to his door, just as it was slammed open with another bang and a girlish looking man came waltzing in.
Oh, boy, what is this?
Ryouhei shut the door behind him, the annoying twit who must have been Shun Morikawa’s secretary was still screaming at him, but grew quiet, probably giving up or deciding that Morikawa could probably deal with him better.
Speaking of him, the ex-prostitute duly noticed that the man did not look happy. Oh well, he probably would get that way eventually during the conversation, Ryouhei could only hope to the spirits that his looks would get him through this.
“Um, sorry about all of this, but there’s no way I would be able to set up an appointment and I would really like it if you could hear me out, it could be of interest for you.” He smiled sweetly and smoothed down his denim skirt so they lay flat on his pants and looked up at the agent in a challenging way.
Shun raised his eyebrow in a what-the-hell expression, before shaking his head and carefully walking back to his desk and sitting in his comfortable chair.
“I’ll be the judge of whether not it is interesting, but judging from your appearance it just may be.” His dark eyes were going over and over this man. He had never seen a more perfect face and body for a crossdresser. He also seemed incredibly abnormal.
“Go ahead, I’ll here you out,” he finally added. The agent hoped to God that he wouldn’t regret it.
On the other side of the room, Ryouhei’s smile turned into a smirk, the first challenge was over. He knew absolutely nothing about Shun Morikawa, but he seemed to be a business man down to the deepest reaches of his heart. He was hoping to use this to his advantage.
“Let me give it to you straight, Morikawa, I want to work for you as a model. I think I could benefit your company, I’m something unique, you don’t come across this everyday.” As he started to state his case, the ex-prostitute walked slowly towards Shun’s desk and then finally placed his hands on the agent’s desk and stared hard at him. “Sure you have Jui, but can Jui fit into any role, modeling or otherwise, that you want him to? He’s a prince, not a princess, you can’t get him in a skirt to look adorable, he ends up hot no matter what.”
On the inside he was shaking, he was afraid, he was shooting off all the thoughts he had had on the way to Morikawa’s agency. It was bullshit, but he had to believe that it was true, because if he did maybe Morikawa would as well.
He needed this to work.
This man is practically selling himself to me, was the first thought that went through Shun’s head as Ryouhei talked. The agent was struck by how this person could talk about himself like a product that could be packaged and given to anyone without another thought.
But…
…there was no doubt, the sheer determination in those eyes, the charisma that was flowing out of this man. His intuition was starting to go off, even if something seemed off about this entire thing. Why hadn’t this man made an appointment? Why wasn’t there a resume in his hands?
“You sound convincing, but I don’t see why can’t do better, do you have any experience, any credentials, do you even have an ID on you?” Shun set his elbows on the desk and leaned on his crossed fingers, his eyes looking up at this brunette wearing a skirt.
Ryouhei’s stance quivered a bit, but his eyes didn’t give up. “Morikawa, I have no experience in actual modeling, acting or any of that idol business, at least no legal experience. I don’t have any credentials and legally I don’t even exist,” Ryouhei kept his nervousness out of his voice.
He wasn’t going to get it, there was no way he could, not with all of that against him, Morikawa already seemed to be dismissing all that he had said he could offer. Had he gotten the little hopes he had up for nothing?
Then again, why had he gotten hopes up for the impossible?
In Shun’s mind, thoughts were racing. He actually showed emotion of surprise. This man in front of him didn’t legally exist? This could mean so many things, good and bad. At the same time he didn’t know what to think. In all his learning, his research, his experience, such a situation wasn’t even fathomed.
Yet, at the same time Shun’s intuition was starting to go off almost as much as the time he was reviewing Jui’s application for transfer. For the first time ever, the agent was actually torn and he did not like that feeling.
“Do you have at least a name? And an explanation?” He tried to keep his face from showing his true feelings.
Fuck. Ryouhei did NOT want to tell Shun about all of that, he was hoping that maybe it would be a complete secret and he’d never have to tell anyone again. That look on Shun’s face though… it said: I will know if you lie.
The brunette took a deep breath and let the information out. “Well, my name is Hoshina Ryouhei and… well.. within the first few months of High School my mother disappeared and I ended up on the streets… basically I’ve been a prostitute catering to male Lolita fantasies for the five years or so……” His voice trailed off. What else could he say to that?
Shun hid his reaction as his mind went over things again and again. He would have to cover all of that out, change Ryouhei’s last name and give him an entire new history that would be so fault free that even the most intrepid reporter couldn’t uncover it.
A smirk crossed his face. Ryouhei said he didn’t have legal experience, but it seemed like he sure had a ton of illegal experience. To Shun, experience was still experience.
“Well, it will take some work, Ryouhei, but I can clear up all of that. As you said, I can’t pass up a chance to get a unique person such as yourself.” The smirk grew larger as he anticipated Ryouhei’s reaction.
And, it was quite the reaction. Ryouhei’s eyes widened and he couldn’t help but shout, “What the hell!?” really loudly. He had NOT been expecting that. His heart beat wildely. Why the hell would any agent take him after learning that? Was Shun mental?
The amused expression on the agent’s face though, brought him back to Earth and he couldn’t help but flush slightly from embarrassment. “Sorry, I mean to say ‘thank you’, and you won’t regret it, I’ll get tons more popular than Jui and earn you back all the money that you’ll use to cover that up. That nancy boy’s got nothing on me.” He cocked his head and winked before bowing, showing some respect for his new boss.
Shun couldn’t help but chuckle and then smile in his mind.
He had found it… the thing Jui needed to be the perfect idol.
A rival.